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You’re asleep for maybe a few hours when the twitching starts. You wake to find Diavolo still clutching to you. Both of you lay in your bed and he had asked to sleep close to you with his head on your chest. It took a lot of patience and comforting but he finally felt safe enough with you to fall asleep.
The twitching reminds you of how a dog or cat twitches when they’re dreaming. You extend a hand to stroke the arm that still holds you tight. When your fingers meet his bicep, you realize he’s wet. He’s been sweating. You gently stroke his bicep with your thumb, as you had when falling asleep. You softly speak words of comfort, hoping to soothe him, but instead he gasps and his eyes open.
He pulls back from you with a shriek and mutters in Italian. Frantically, he scoots back further and further from you. He falls off the bed and onto the floor, out of sight.
Fuck! You think as you hop out of bed and rush over to the light switch. You warn him, “I’m just going to turn on the light. You’re okay though. You’re safe.” Another shriek is heard at the sudden illumination.
You find the former Boss of Passione hunched over on the floor. In response to the brightness, he mumbles, “Stay away. S-Stay away.” He looks up at you and yells, “S-Stay the hell away from me!”
Your eyes meet his green eyes, full of panic and tears. You can feel your heart break at the sight of him. “I’ll stay right here as long as you need. I’m not going to hurt you.” You stand next to the light switch, lean back onto the wall and wait. Just like before, you wait till he realized on his own that he’s in no danger. Looking at the clock, you see that it’s only 3 am.
After what felt like forever, but was probably more like a few minutes, his expression calms. He looks back at you with remembrance on his face. You take this as an opportunity to talk calmly and clearly. “Do you remember yesterday? I’ve been trying to take care of you.”
Diavolo’s brow furrows at the sound of your voice and as he absorbs your words, his expression lightens. His face reads of relief and sadness. “I remember,” is all he says, then stares at his hands dejectedly. Tentatively, you walk over to him and sit a couple feet away with your back to the bed and your knees up, resting your arms on them. Diavolo shifts and sits mirroring you.
He doesn’t retreat from your presence and you take that as progress in the right direction. You wrap your arms around your knees and rest your head on them, looking at the man next to you. “We’re both pretty awake now. Would you like some tea?” He nods in reply and you stand to leave. You stop in your tracks remembering how he doesn’t like to be alone. You turn back around to find him looking at you with the eyes of an abandoned child.
You slowly approach him and reach out a hand, “Would you like to come with me?” He responds by taking your hand with a nod. He stands and he nearly falls like before. You resume your place at his side supporting him as you walk to the kitchen. Once seated he’s in a chair, you put some water in the electric kettle. You return to the table with mugs, chamomile tea and sugar. You sit across from Diavolo as he holds the empty mug in his hands and stares blankly into it.
Swallowing, you finally speak, “You’re going to be okay.”
“You don’t know anything about me.” He snaps back, still staring at the mug he’s gripping tightly. Disappointment and shame are painted on his face.
Your heart pounds at the words and each beat floods your veins with guilt. You actually know a lot about him. But can you tell him that? Should you ever tell him? You’ll have to at some point. But is now the right time?
Deciding to speak honestly, but withholding, you reply, “I know something terrible happened to you. I know that I want to help you. I feel compelled to make sure you’re safe and taken care of.”
Diavolo looks up from his cup and stares at you, but your eyes are fixed on your own mug. “I’m sorry.” He confesses.
“It’s alright. It’ll take time.”
“And you’re gonna take all that time to help me? Why? Who are you to me? Who am I to you?”
You take a deep breath. It looks like there’s no way to avoid the conversation. You begin by asking if he feels weird as he moves around pointing out how he’s fallen over although he’s not weak and how his aim is off when reaching for things. You explain the multiverse theory. He follows but doesn’t say anything. He only nods here and there.
The electric kettle sounds and you bring it back to the table. You put a teabag in each of your mugs and pour the hot water into them. You tell him that you think you're from a different universe than he is. At this point, when you look up at him, he looks back at you like you’re crazy.
You think in a panic, Fuck! I’m losing him! Keeping it brief you say, “The universe you’re used to is an anime and manga in my universe.”
He laughs.
“I know about Giorno Giovanna.” You blurt out then bite your lip. His laughter stops dead.
“But how?” Horror fills his eyes.
“I told you how. Our universes co-exist and,” you pause and take a breath. “I think Gold Experience Requiem has been sending you to alternate universes to… you know... Anyways, landing here must have broken the loop. I’m guessing since mine has an extra dimensional space than yours does. Look, how long have you been here without anything happening?”
He looks down at his chamomile tea and his eyes go wide, lost in thought. Afraid of another episode starting, you try to distract him. “The tea should be ready.” You remove the teabags and offer sugar, but he declines. You prepare your own tea and take a sip. He lifts the warm liquid and slowly brings it near his mouth. His hands are obviously trembling, so he looks to you. You get up and sit next to him, helping him drink.
After taking a sip, he asks, “If you know about him, you probably know all the terrible things I’ve done. Why do you want to help me?” He only looks at you through the side of his eye.
You think for a moment and take a deep breath. “I'm not dealing with a mafia boss, I'm dealing with you as you are now. I think the infinite death loop is more than enough of a punishment. I believe you deserve a second chance, and you need time to heal.” Brevity is probably best. You decide that’s enough that your husbando needs to know for now.
“I know there must be more to it but I’ve had enough. I just want to sleep.” You place the mugs in the sink and walk together back to bed. You help him get into bed then take out your phone. After this episode, you decide it would be a good idea to turn off your morning alarm. You want things to remain as calm as possible while he sleeps. You text your supervisor and make up an excuse for being up at 3 am with some kind of ailment and let them know you won’t be coming in.
Adjusting the lights as before, you allow a little bit of bathroom light to spill into the bedroom. You each lay on your respective sides. You stare at the ceiling. You feel like crying but you’re not sure why. Assuming it’s from the accumulated stress, you take a deep breath and sigh out as you turn over onto your side away from the former Mafia Don. A tear rolls down your face and you try to silence the sound of a sniffle.
You hear him speak with his thick Italian accent, “I can’t… I mean, I’m not used to having someone who cares for me. I’ve been alone for so long... Well, pretty much alone.”
You think of Doppio and another tear forces itself from your eyes. He continues, “Thank you for wanting to help me. I don’t know what I’d do if it weren’t for you.” There’s no use hiding it now. Tears stream from your face, you reach up to the night stand to take a tissue and dab at the wetness. You feel the bed move under you as Diavolo positions himself behind you, wrapping a strong arm around you, as a big spoon. With him behind you like this, you can feel his breath rhythmic on your neck. It’s a comfort to feel him so close, to know he didn’t freak out at the truth for now, but time will tell as he learns more of the truth.
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The rest of the night passes without any other issues. Although not your normal way of sleeping, you sleep comfortably enough till the morning light peaks through the curtains and wakes you. You find yourself on your back, having rolled over during the night and Diavolo is clutched to your chest the same way the night began.
You resist the urge to take a selfie with the former mob boss cuddled into your chest. Instead you open the front facing camera on your phone and just look at how handsome and at peace he is holding onto you. This makes you let out an involuntary sigh. Diavolo to stir and then nuzzles into you more. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. Once your phone is tucked under your pillow, you return your hand to Diavolo’s bicep and just stare at the pink, spotted hair inches from your face.
You try to will yourself back to sleep to prolong the moment but it’s not working because you’re so excited. Pulling your phone back out from under your pillow, you google “typical Italian breakfast” hoping you have something to feed him later.
While reading your second article, Diavolo stirs and asks in his Italian accent, “What are you doing?” From waking up, his voice deeper and calmer than you had heard it before. You melt a little.
You jump as if you’re caught doing something bad. “I was just looking to see what Italians eat for breakfast.” You close out the internet browser and the home screen of your phone shows gorgeous Diavolo fan art. You quickly put the phone away, hoping he didn’t notice.
“You know, you could just ask me.” He props himself up on his elbow and looks at you. Is he smirking at you? Your core warms as he’s above you. It feels like he’s looking through you with those impossibly green eyes.
Forgetting how to form sentences for a moment, you look away as you gather your thoughts. “I.. uh… I know, I was just hoping I had something good on hand. I want to try to help you feel more at home.” Still feeling his eyes on you, you can tell he indulges in a smile.
You both get up and make your way into the kitchen. You prepare something simple for breakfast and offer him coffee and toast, promising to get him something more suitable. A light but easy conversation is carried throughout preparation, eating, and cleaning up. You realize that you need some things to make your guest more comfortable, but you don’t dare leave him alone. You take him out shopping with you, outfitting him in a hoodie and instruct him to keep the hood up for now. Not knowing how he is out in public, you don’t want to draw more attention to the both of you. You both make your way through stores with an arm around each other, trying to look casual and not like you’re holding him up. Luckily, you got only a couple odd looks.
You can tell that shopping for clothes makes him uncomfortable, but he can’t wear basketball shorts and a too small hoodie forever. You reassure him that the clothes will have to do for now until you can get him “fancy Italian clothes” like he’s used to. This at least lightened the mood a bit and made the rest of your shopping a little easier. Besides, this is what emergency funds are for right? Clothing your husbando that suddenly fell into your lap?
You return home in the late afternoon and put away the groceries that he helped you pick out. You tried to get comfort food that he would enjoy but who knows if you can prepare it well, but you’ll give it your all!
You can tell shopping took a lot out of him, so you suggest that he takes a shower to relax and get into comfy, properly fitting clothes.
Accompanying him into the bathroom, you ask, “Would you like to shower? I’d hate for you to fall or anything. Maybe a bath is a better idea?” He agrees and you start to draw him a bath. As you’re leaning over checking the temperature, you hear the sound of clothes falling to the floor behind you.
“What are you doing?” You stop and you can feel your face flush, “you should wait till I’m out of the room.” Every part of your body screams to turn around and look at him, but your brain is keeping you steadfast like a deer in headlights.
“I know you want me. It’s all over your face. And there's a drawing of me on your phone.” In your head, you scream and swear at yourself. Diavolo steps up to you and embraces you from behind.
You take a deep breath and force yourself to form words. “Well yeah, but you’re in a vulnerable place at the moment. I-I don’t want to take advantage of you.” You can’t believe the words are leaving your mouth, but it’s all you can think to say.
Diavolo nuzzles his face into your neck, with his voice deep with lust and in his thick Italian accent, he says “But what about what I want, Cara.” He kisses your neck, just below your ear and continues his thought, “I want you too.”
As he speaks into your flesh, a moan falls from your mouth betraying you and you feel the last of your willpower snap. Taking this as a sign of your approval, he presses himself into you. His hot member presses into your lower back. He lavishes kisses into your delicate skin as he grinds himself into you.
You hurriedly remove your shirt and bra, allow him to freely roam your body. He turns you to face the sink, where you hold and brace yourself. You watch in the reflection has his strong hands grab and grope your soft flesh. He sprinkles kisses and bites along your shoulders. Gasps and moans fall from you as you’re unable to contain your excitement. He works his hands down to your pants and undoes them. Once they fall to the floor, he reaches around to the front of your panties and feels how wet you’ve become.
He hums in approval. “See how wet you are for me? I was right.” You moan in agreement, but it’s not the answer he wanted. “Wasn’t I right, Cara.”
“Yes, yes, you were right.” You say breathlessly.
“How long have you been wanting me to touch you like this?” He coos as he gives you another bite.
You yelp from the lovely searing pain and manage a reply of, “Months, maybe a year?” Another moan, “I don’t know.”
“Well, it’s time you get what you’ve been dreaming of.” He says evenly as he pulls your panties off of you. The chill of the air against your moist sex is only momentary. He inserts his warm cock between your thighs and slides it along your outside.
Although it’s not a lot of movement, he still struggles. You can see a bit of frustration build on his face.
“How about we take this to the bed?” You suggest.
“Bene, Cara!” He replies and pulls back allowing you to move. You quickly turn off the water that almost has the tub overflowing and guide him into the bedroom.
At the foot of the bed, he holds you tight and kisses you passionately. You savor the feeling of his lips on yours and press your tongue into his mouth. He smiles in response to your eagerness. His hands roam your body and gives your ass a light slap. You moan breaking the kiss.
Diavolo chuckles, “Too much?”
“Not even close,” you reply, looking right into his eyes. “Get on the bed.” The command in your voice catches him off guard but he likes it. He gets to the middle of the bed and lays down.
You finally get a full view of his magnificent body and the gravity of the situation hits you and you whimper. He props himself up on his elbows and looks at you expectantly. He takes a hold of his hard cock, still wet from you and begins to pump it slowly. “Don’t make me do this by myself, Cara.”
His words snap you out of your daze and you crawl onto the bed. You want to feel him inside of you, but your salivating mouth wins out. You crawl half way up him and bat his hand away. Taking a firm grasp of his cock, you lick up his full length. Pulling back his foreskin, you moan into him as you take his tip into your mouth and taste his precum. You gently swirl your tongue at it as Diavolo moans. Feeling encouraged, you slowly work your way down his 7 ½ inches until you’ve taken all of him that you can into your mouth. Tasting yourself on him makes you moan into him again. Diavolo lets out a low moan as well, as you set your pace. You suck him off slowly with your hand still gripped near his base, working the part of him that doesn’t fit into your mouth. You watch his priceless reactions as your tongue pays special attention to the vein at the underside of his head.
“How many times have you touched yourself and dreamed of this? Make it count.” Diavolo commands you. You look up at him and release him with a POP!
“More times than I can count.” You take hold of his sack with your free hand and gently massage it as you take him back into your mouth. Slowly working down him, you close your eyes to focus everything you have on his member. You extend your tongue with every thrust down and pull it back with every bob up, taking a moment to swirl at his head. You repeat the actions till you hear his breath hitch and his legs flex around you. He repeats a phrase a few times in Italian and you take it as a sign he’s about to cum. You tighten your grip on him with your hand and your mouth, sucking an orgasm from him just for you and for you alone. He yells a few words in Italian and the only one you can make out is “Cara” as he cums into your mouth.
Drinking him down hungrily, you pump every last drop from him. You release him and sit back for a moment to catch your breath. Diavolo lays panting and looking at you. He motions for you to come to him and you smile weakly.
You crawl over to him and he kisses you passionately, pushing his tongue into your mouth. You expect him to be spent, but his passion is as hungry as when you first entered the bedroom together. He bites at your lower lip and when you break the kiss with a yelp, he commands you, “On my face.” You gasp and blush but comply.
You move your soaked sex over his mouth. He takes a moment to kiss at your tender, trembling thighs. He reaches up and runs a finger along the outside of your nearly dripping folds. He watches your reaction as he swirls the wet finger around your clit. You whimper, shut your eyes tight and take hold of the headboard in front of you. “Cara, how many times have you done this and thought of me? Open your eyes. I want you to see how much I enjoy tasting you.”
Force your eyes open, you look down at him. His pink hair flowing under him, his green eyes gazing up at you and his finger continues to work your clit in circles as he slowly licks at your opening. He takes hold of your thighs and pulls you down onto his mouth. You descent onto his face and he moans into you. He makes loud suckling noises and moans the whole time he works you. You already feel so close to the edge just having his mouth on you. He lavishes kisses on your clit and tenderly sucks at it. He shifts his attention and licks at your opening and slides his warm tongue deep inside of you. You feel him searching. His tongue brushes against what he’s looking for and a loud moan falls from you. Even if you can’t see his whole face because it’s buried so deep inside of you, you feel him smile under you. He continues to tease this special spot with his tongue as your legs tremble. You take hold of his hair with one hand as you can’t help but close your eyes when your orgasm hits. You cry out his name and cum with a small gush onto his mouth.
You stay there for a moment, catching your breath and he cleans you of your juices. With Diavolo’s help you move yourself off of him. You lay next to him as you both pant. He turns to you and kisses at your shoulder as it’s your nearest body part. He gives it a small bite and tells you, “Come, Cara, we aren’t done yet. I need to be inside of you.” At first you groan, then looking down, you realize his cock is already hard again. You feel the fire within you renew. You meet him in a kiss and you can taste yourself on his tongue. He takes hold of your breast and gives it a light squeeze then rolls the nipple between his fingers. You moan and he pulls you onto himself. You continue kissing for a moment with your arms and legs on the outside of him. You break the kiss and trail down his neck to this collar bone and muscular chest.
You reach under you and take hold of his cock, as you angle it towards your wet entrance, Diavolo says “How many times have you tried to picture what you hold in your hands?” You look at him and whimper, unsure how to answer. You angle yourself just above his cock and begin lowering yourself onto him slowly. He places his hands on the outside of your thighs and rubs them gently. You slowly take him into you completely, savouring the feeling of being so completely filled. You sit up and grind into him with a moan. Diavolo looks up at you with his impossibly green eyes and his mouth agape.
He hums, “How many times have you imagined having me this deep inside of you?”
Having him inside of you like this, you find the boldness to speak back, “Too many fucking times. Too many nights I’ve touched myself wishing it was you but it’s never good enough.” You begin bouncing on his cock and continue, “I never imagined that you would feel this good. That you could fill me so much.” You lean forward and place your hands on Diavolo’s shoulders to help support yourself. Resting yourself on him as you slide down, you grind into him again.
Diavolo presses his fingers into the plump flesh of your thighs and ass. He begins thrusting up into you. You’re caught off guard by this action and whimper loudly and moan at the feeling. He holds onto you tightly as he thrusts himself into you over and over. Moans fall from your mouth with ease. Diavolo grunts below you, keeping his eyes glued to your every expression. You feel yourself approaching your end.
“I-I’m…” you start but Diavolo cuts you off.
“I need to know, How many times have you already come without me- all by yourself?” He sneers at you and grins crookedly.
“I don’t know,” you cry out with a feeling of guilt. “A lot. More than I can count.” Your last word trails off into a long moan. You look at Diavolo and you can see by his open mouth and furrowed brow that he’s close too.
“You’re not alone anymore.” His voice hitches as he speaks, but there’s kindness within his statement as he starts pounding into you harder and his thrusts more erratic. “Do I pull out, or?” He manages to ask.
“No!” you nearly yell at him as your orgasm slams into you and you feel yourself tighten and gush around his cock. His orgasm follows close behind. He reaches up and takes hold of you by the shoulder and pulls you to him. Pressing you against him, he wraps his strong arms tightly around you and fucks himself with you as he lets out a low growl. You feel his cock pump inside of you as he fills you with his seed.
Once his orgasm subsides, he continues to hold you close to him. You rise and fall with each breath he takes. You’re so happy in this moment, so completely full of Diavolo: you taste him, you smell him, his voice rings in your ears, you feel him outside and inside of you. You don’t want this moment to end.
He speaks and it reverberates through your head, his voice deep and thick with his accent. “Well was it what you’ve been dreaming of, Cara?” He places his hand on your head and strokes your hair.
You nod and savour the feeling of his fingers running through your locks. He hums in approval. “Now that we’ve thoroughly made a mess, how about if we clean up?”
“Sounds good.” Smiling, you face him and he smiles back at you. Although you want to stay forever, you force yourself to get up, peeling yourself away from him, you feel his cock slide out of you with your combined cum dripping out. You reach up and give him a chaste kiss. He holds your face and kisses you back. You allow yourself to smile large without anything holding you back. You give yourself permission in this moment of afterglow to feel absolutely happiness with your favorite.