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[(Anonymous)]

Polnareff/Kakyoin and Dio, dubcon, voyeurism, Dio likes to make his minions make out with/fuck each other (either using the fleshbuds or otherwise, or maybe only mind controlling one of them, however you want to do it)

[(Anonymous)]

OH MY GOD SOMEONE PLEASE FILL THIS I NEED IT

all that and bonus tentacles (what have I done...) 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

(A.n.: ...I hope someone is still checking this meme. Anyway, they are both mindcontrolled and Kakyoin still tops because I figure even with fleshbuds they are still more or less themselves. Just. Confused, lacking inhibitions and thinking they love and need to obey Dio in all things. So it's still very much dubcon. And Hierophant Green is there. You are warned. I hope.)

*

”Follow me, Polnareff,” Dio told him, and he sounded amused.

Polnareff followed him, of course. He stumbled slightly as Dio's hand drew over his back, his nails scratching at the skin. Polnareff felt dizzy, with the same heady feeling he always got in Dio's presence, as long as... as long as they'd known each other, surely? For some reason, it was hard to think of their first meeting, as if the memories burned.

”Polnareff,” Dio chided, and he realized he had stopped, distracted. He stuttered apologies, shivering anew as Dio told him it was allright, just over here, through this door...

It was one of the bedrooms, with a four-poster bed covered in black sheets, the heavy red drapes pulled back. A young man was lying on it, naked, his arms and legs in a loose sprawl. His skin looked very pale against the dark sheets, and his hair was bright red, one long strand of it trailing away from his forehead.

”L-lord Dio?” Polnareff asked, confused. He knew Dio liked to play, sometimes with several people at once, but something seemed... not right. ”What...”

Dio's hands fell on his shoulders, tips of his nails digging into Polnareff's skin and he whimpered, feeling dizzy again. Dio leaned down to whisper in his ear, in that thick honey voice that was impossible to resist:

”See Polnareff, this is my new friend Kakyoin, and you know how I like my friends to... like each other. So, will you be good and get to know him?”

One of his hands had trailed down, twisting at a nipple on it's way down and making Polnareff twitch, and then Dio's fingers curled around his cock, stroking slowly up and down. How long had he been hard, Polnareff wondered momentarily, and then dismissed it. It didn't matter. Nothing did... well, that wasn't true. He still had to find Sherry's killer, just...

”Polnareff!” Dio snapped, his tone impatient, the hold growing suddenly painful, and Polnareff cried out, shaking with sudden remorse.

Dio let go of him, pushing him forward and causing him to stumble a few steps towards the bed.

”Do try to concentrate, Polnareff, though I know it's difficult for you...” Dio told him, his voice coldly amused. ”Now, do feel free to improvise,” he purred, as Polnareff walked the last few steps to the bed. Dio circled over on the other side and sat on the bed behind the other man.

Polnareff had thought he might be asleep, but he sat up as Polnareff approached. He looked confused, glancing from Polnareff to Dio and then back again.

He said something that Polnareff couldn't understand. The frown on his face deepened, and he repeated, in lightly accented English. ”Dio, what is going on?”

Dio was smiling at him, and Polnareff could tell it had the same effect on the other man, could see his breath speed up as Dio leaned closer to kiss him. When he pulled back and turned Kakyoin to face Polnareff, Kakyoin's eyes were heavy lidded and darkened with desire.

”Today,” Dio told them, ”I feel like watching you two. Do make it... interesting, won't you.”

Polnareff felt frozen, like he was standing on the edge of a precipice and looking down. His heart was beating too fast in his chest, panicked for no reason he could fully grasp.

It was Kakyoin who moved forward, pulling him down onto the bed and into a kiss, and Polnareff followed helplessly. Kakyoin was hot, in a way that was strangely unfamiliar... Dio laughed, lowly, and Polnareff thought distantly that his skin was always cool, even like this.

He shook, overwhelmed by sensation, unable to concentrate on anything in particular. Kakyoin was pulling at him, his hold almost hard enough to bruise, rolling them over until he had Polnareff under him.

He stopped, there, and Polnareff opened eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed, staring up at wide, dark-amber eyes. Kakyoin's face twisted with something almost like pain, and then he dove down, angling Polnareff's face to kiss him even deeper. Kakyoin licked into his mouth, the tip of his tongue pushing at Polnareff's and lips sealed to his until he felt like he was drowning.

”My, how agressive my dear Kakyoin...” Dio commented, as Kakyoin finally had to pull back, both of them gasping. Polnareff could feel drool escape his mouth and drip over the side of his face, but it didn't matter.

Kakyoin was rutting against him, in fast jerky movements that Polnareff couldn't help but meet. He felt strange, numb and bruised and... good.

”Not so fast,” Dio commanded, and he froze, though Kakyoin didn't, his hips continuing to move, until Dio took hold of them and pulled him back. Polnareff couldn't see what he did, but Kakyin keened, a protesting sound that ended muffled. As he got up on his elbows, still feeling shaky, he could see that Dio was kissing Kakyoin, one hand on his erection, too tight to look comfortable. Kakyoin was twitching in his hold, his face twisted, until he seemed to settle, only shivering slightly.

”Good boy,” Dio told him as he ended the kiss, petting Kakyoin's side gently as he gasped for breath. Dio kissed his cheek, an absurdly gentle gesture, and then glanced at Polnareff, his mouth curling into a smile.

”Say, Kakyoin, would you like to show your stand to your new friend? Wouldn't that be fun?”

Kakyoin's gaze dropped down toward the bed, his breathing fast, but when he looked up there was almost a feverish look on his face, his eyes fixed on Polnareff.

”Yes,” he whispered in a thick voice, and then drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

He crawled towards Polnareff, muttering something in a language he couldn't understand, and then there was... something, curling around Polnareff's wrists, something long and thin and slippery. He looked down, and saw glittering green and silver bands around his wrists.

”What...” Polnareff asked, but there was one on his face as well, curling into his open mouth, like a very long tongue. He froze as it caressed his lips, as more of them curled all around him, around his neck and waist, drifting to curl loosely around his cock.

”Don't move,” Kakyoin told him, sounding almost dreamy, though when Polnareff looked at his face he was staring at him with a hungry look. ”Don't worry, he won't hurt you.”

He was pulled back by the bands, arms stretched over his head and legs spread, and Polnareff though that this, at least, seemed fairly familiar. There were hands on his thighs, pulling them further apart, and then a hot mouth on his cock, licking up the shaft. He could feel the bands on his legs, trailing up and up along his thighs, a circling pressure. It felt like another tongue, and he shifted vainly, not sure if he was looking for more or less sensation. It was almost a relief as one pushed into his ass, too suddenly.

Not that the pain was enough to diminish the pleasure, with how slippery it was. For a moment, it was still, and then the thing moved, slowly pulling out and then in again.

Kakyoin was panting, and when Polnareff managed to open his eyes he looked almost... lost, somehow.

”It's... it's ok,” he told the younger man, bound arms twitching in a futile effort to touch him, hold him. ”It's good,” Polnareff continued, and Kakyoin's head hung down, his shoulders shaking as if it was too much effort to hold himself up.

”Want more,” he whispered, and Polnareff nodded.

”It's ok,” he repeated, and then gasped because there was another wriggling band pushing into him, stretching him out further and he had to throw his head back, his spine curling.

*

Polnareff had lost sense of time, at some point. He wasn't sure how many of the bands were inside him, only that he felt stretched out, too full but too on edge to care. One was curled around his erection, keeping him from coming, and had for a while now. Someone somewhere was making a lot of noise, and it was only as more glittery green bands pushed into his mouth, enough to almost choke him, that Polnareff realized it had been him. Oh.

”Please,” he gasped, as they pulled back slightly.

”Yes,” two voices replied, one deep and honeyed and the other thick with desire.

The bands in his mouth pulled out, leaving strands of drool over his chin, and then someone was crawling over him, a light pressure... Kakyoin, he realized distantly, and Polnareff opened his mouth willingly for his cock as he pushed in, making sharp desperate noises. Polnareff didn't gag around it, even when Kakyoin pushed in deep and held him there, long fingers clutched in his hair, pulling at it.

At the same time, the bands in his ass pushed in hard, pressing at his prostate, and then the one around his cock loosened, and that was all he needed to come, cum flooding out, leaking over his stomach and pooling there.

Kakyoin pulled out and then slumped forward, seeming too exhausted to move from where he was kneeling over Polnareff's chest. He didn't feel like moving either, his mind blank of all thought and feeling.

”Very good, Kakyoin...” Dio purred, and Polnareff realized with choking guilt that he'd almost forgotten he was there.

He was kneeling on the bed beside them, hands stroking over Kakyoin's body and pulling him back slightly. As his fingers caressed Kakyoin's face, stroking along his hairline, he suddenly twitched, eyes growing wide as he groaned and arched.

”There there,” Dio whispered, and then laughed under his breath. ”Sensitive, isn't it? Well, it would be...”

He pulled away, and Kakyoin slumped down over Polnareff, like a marionette with cut strings.

Dio's voice trailed to them as he got up and walked away from the bed and towards the door.

”Rest now, little ones. Kakyoin will be flying home tomorrow, and then you'll have a little task to do. I'm sure he'll do as plendidly with that one as today...”

”Yes, lord Dio,” Kakyoin whispered, his words muffled against Polnareff's chest, and choked by exhaustion. Absently, Polnaredd reached up to pet at his back, and left his hand resting there as his eyes began to close, the world growing distant as he fell into sated sleep.