!bit of spice!
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The party, was going great. Jotaro had never seen so many drunk teenagers in one place – and never, had he seen so many sequin jackets. The dark-haired male was leaned up against the makeshift bar, sipping from the glass he had been generously poured by a white-haired male behind the counter. Who, if the first year was to admit had a ridiculous hair-style, what would you even call that? It wasn't a beehive, but stuck straight up in a tall column. Beside Jotaro was Noriaki, who had refused to drink anything claiming that one of them needed to be sober. Despite this, the redhead was flushed in the face with excitement and he was bouncing around to the beat of the music on the balls of his feet. The taller male beside him blinked a few times as he finished off the last of his glass, his own face was beginning to gain a pinkish tint. His breathing wasn't as even as it was before, and his thoughts were fuzzy. He missed the vicious look in Kakyoin's eyes as he stared at the drunk delinquent. The redhead planned to take advantage of this moment, nothing too extreme, but perhaps, he could get Jotaro out of that tight shell of his bit more.

He leaped upward as he heard a familiar tune, "JoJo! Let's go dance!"

The taller male blinked, and he tilted his head. "Dance? I don't dance."

"Mhm, then just stand there like a bump on a log." the other male rolled his eyes and he grabbed the Joestar's coat sleeve.

He dragged the ravenette rather easily over towards the dance floor where people where grinding against each other, and spinning. Limbs were bouncing around to the music sending vibrations through the floor as rhythmic lights danced through the air. Jotaro sucked in a breath as he felt a warm body press against his own. He stared down at the smaller male who smirked up at him, as he spun around his body, swaying his hips erotically. Noriaki stepped in close behind Jotaro and wrapped his arms over his waist, grinding his hips against the other. A jolt of heat ran straight down the delinquent's spine and he shuddered as he felt warm breath running down his neck. He didn't even hear what the redhead said over his own roaring heart. His head was spinning, and slowly, he became only aware of one thing – Kakyoin. Every grazing touch of his fingertips sending shivers running through his body. He felt like he was melting every time the redhead placed his hand upon Jotaro's chest and slid down his body from there. He felt his rational thinking begin to sink beneath not only his drunk haze, but the burning sensation of lust.

"Nori..."he stumbled over the nickname – realizing that he was struggling to breathe. Kakyoin paused, and he tilted his head at the male.

"What? Do you not like it?" he asked, and was taken by surprise as the taller male replicated the same actions he had just did – on him. The young Stand User felt his breathe catch in his throat as Jotaro pressed his hand upon his chest, and slide them down as his body did the same. Noriaki purred softly, as he felt heat follow the path of Jotaro's clumsy – but with good intention hands as they made their way along his body. People had begun to notice the pairs strangely erotic dance, as they begin to sync up moving their hips in tandem. The redhead felt every hair on his body begin to stand on end every time Jotaro would bury his face into his neck from behind and sway with him. They were lost in the beat. In the heat between their bodies, and Kakyoin was beginning to lose his self-control. Every fleeting touch made a little more of his will break away.

Jotaro... The dark-haired male took the smaller male's hands into his own and brought him close, before shoving him away after grinding their bodies together. Jotaro. Jotaro.

Noriaki was biting hard into his lip, as a need began to spread from the tip of his fingers through his body. He knew this feeling. Next, his head would cloud. His gaze would seem to flicker as everything vanished except for the delinquent. Then, every fiber in his being would snap. The redhead would drag away the taller male to somewhere private and then, devour him. Every inch of him would be claimed by Kakyoin. From the shine that had formed in Jotaro's eyes doubted the male would resist him. A smile was upon his lips. Didn't dance, huh?

Kakyoin grasped the Joestar's face, "JoJo..."he breathed out and their dance came to a dead stop. The music that blared around them fell into nothing. He ran his thumb across the male's cheek. "Jotaro, can I kiss you?" he asked softly his purple gaze flooded with desire.

Jotaro froze, and the whole illusion faded away. He gulped and he stepped away ashamed by how riled up he was from just a dance. His white slacks were uncomfortable and tight, but that would fade. What wouldn't be was the lingering feeling of Kakyoin's hands. The warmth of his breath against his neck. The clouds in the male's head cleared and he shook his head, stepping away. "I...I feel a bit sick. I'm going to find the bathroom."

And he turned away, running from the heat in his body and the beat of his own heart. The male felt ridiculous and stupid. In front of all those people, what the hell had he been thinking letting Noriaki get so close to him. Figuratively and literally. He had told himself a long time ago that he wasn't going to ever let someone in again. Nevet let the walls he had built up be broken down, so what the fuck had he been doing just now? Jotaro's body was quivering as the heat faded into an icy chill. The tall male shook his head, and he gestured for another drink. He slammed it down enjoying how it burned as he swallowed and the bitter taste. What he liked most of all, was the haziness it brought to his thoughts. The Joestar wasn't going to have a breakdown at this party. Hell – he was hoping he wouldn't remember the party by the time morning came. He felt pathetic, panicking like this over a kiss. Over a dance. There was just something about Kakyoin that was so enthralling. Jotaro had known for a long time, but now, it became painfully clear. He was scared of love. He was scared of being abandoned again.

He slammed down another drink. Then, another. Eventually he lost track but, he also lost track of his whirling thoughts. He smiled lazily, all remnants of panic and anguish gone. The dark-haired teenager spotted his red-haired campion and waved, but he outed softly. Noriaki looked dejected and a bit pissed. Jotaro didn't like the way the expression looked on his friend's face. His blue eyes snapped around the party trying to conjure up something that will help make the redhead feel better. He spotted a circle of boys and girls, and he insanely knew what they were playing.

Jotaro stumbled over to Kakyoin, "Oi! Don't look so glum...let's play some seven minutes in heaven. "

"How drunk are you?" the smaller teen asked, raising an eyebrow but already a soft smile was starting to overshadow his frown. The drunk delinquent blinked a few times and tried to count off the number of glasses he had in his head but lost track after about five, getting distracted by something.

"I dunno," the Joestar shrugged and he looped an arm through his friend's. "Let's go play. "

Kakyoin rolled his eyes but he allowed himself to be dragged over to the circle of partygoers. Nobody seemed to really even care as the first years took seats on the floor next to each other, if anything the girls sitting around got a bit more perked up as they spotted Jotaro. The redhead frowned. He was starting to realize his mistake. His purple eyes darted over towards his love, who had a stupid grin across his face, which was flushed from the alcohol. Sober JoJo may not let a female touch him with a ten-foot pool, but drunk JoJo was a wild animal that Noriaki had never seen before. The redhead clenched his fists and stared at the bottle sat in the middle of the group. He took a deep breath. Control. He told himself. Keep yourself under control.

"Here, you can spin."the female nearest to them spoke, and handed the bottle to Jotaro. The tall teenager gave her a giddy grin. While she turned away a gleam in her eyes. Unknown to everyone in the room, Kakyoin sucked in a breath feeling anger rise up dangerously through his blood. He glared daggers at the empty bottle as it spun around, slowly down and coming to a stop. The male lifted his head to meet the eyes of the lucky girl. One of her friends whopped, and declared that he was setting the timer. Jotaro smirked, and he patted Noriaki on the back – tossing him a playful wink as he stood up, the girl swaying her way over to him.

"She's a catch huh?" he breathed softly and Kakyoin forced a smile, giving him a thumbs up as he was dragged off into the closet. Everything seemed to vanish. All he saw was the closet door sliding closed, the door being held by a manicured hand. His breathing stuttered and he felt as if his bones were humming with the rage that flowed through him. She was going to lay her filthy hands all over him. She was going to kiss him. As if she had any right to him! She didn't know Jotaro the way he did. No one knew the dark-haired Joestar better. Noriaki knew where the male hid his boy love manga. He knew that he had a starshaped birthmark on his left shoulder blade near the base of his neck. The Jotaro only used the "ocean" scented body wash and shampoo. The he had an arrangement of ocean life plushie and trinkets because. He had always been fascinated by the life in the waters of earth. The redhead knew all sorts of things about JoJo, he knew Jotaro better than himself most likely. He had devoted hours of time to his love, but. She thought she had the right to touch him?

Kakyoin dug his nails into the carpet. The sound of the closet door opening again brought him back down to earth. All at once the gentle seething flourished into a inferno, as he watched Jotaro stumbled back over – lipstick marks slightly visible on his neck. He leaned over towards his friend his blue eyes clouded.

"...It wasn't that great." he mumbled. "Kissing a girl I don't know is weird."

Those words almost managed to calm kakyoin down. If Jotaro hadn't enjoyed it – then, maybe he should let her off. That was until she winked at the teenager and blew him a kiss. Unknowingly, she had sealed her fate. Noriaki stanched the bottle from the chick sitting next to him, and he spun it aggressively. Jotaro didn't even notice the redhead use Hierophant to stop the bottle the moment it slowed to land on him. The girl he had stolen the bottle from chuckled.

"Guess you gotta re-spin or choose one of us-"she was cut off as Noriaki grabbed Jotaro by the arm and practically seemed to throw him into the closet. Jotaro stumbled taken off guard, and his back bumped up against the back wall as the door was slammed shut. Darkness flooded the small space, as Kakyoin turned off the light. The Joestar's heart pounded against his ribcage and his face flushed. This wasn't at all how he reacted to the girl, as he felt hands brush up against his hips, and he shuddered as if cold as Kakyoin pressed himself against the other. The male's mind seemed to go blank, as he felt soft lips brush against his neck. Then, a hot open mouth kiss crashed against his own lips. It was sloppy and off, most likely due to the lack of light but as soon as the redhead found his rhythm.

Kakyoin noted smugly, that the taller male's lip-gloss tasted like grapes.

Jotaro was done for. A tongue was pressed into his mouth, forcing out a low sound from his chest. He was honestly, struggling to breath as Noriaki explored his mouth with his tongue swapping their salvia. The redhead pulled away and Jotaro wished he could see the smirk that he knew was upon the other's features. He wished he could see the way the male's eyes glittered with hunger. The Joestar gulped swallowing hard. He was beginning to get uncomfortable in his pants again.

Either the redhead knew or, he simply didn't care because as he pressed himself back up against Jotaro to litter his neck with hot-open mouthed kisses, a knee pressed into his groin. A pathetic sound left the taller's lips and he clapped a hand over his mouth. Noriaki smirked against his neck, his words sending shivers through the drunk teenager.

"You probably won't even remember this." he chuckled darkly. "I wonder how far I can get in seven minutes."

All rational though told Jotaro to shove the other away. That this isn't how it should be. Yet, the heat in his pants and the haze of the alcohol over rode that rational thinking. Anyways, they only had a few moments left if he had to guess. Less then that, for suddenly, the door slammed open. Wide-eyed, and shocked third years stared at the pair. To them, it looked like Noriaki had Jotaro pinned to the back of the wall, and from the flush upon his face – it was easy to see that they were interrupting something heated.

Some in the crowd whistled, "That's honestly kind of hot."

Jotaro realized what was happening, but he lacked enough shits to care. So, what? Let these guys tell the whole school he made-out with another boy. It had been the hottest make-out session he ever had. Noriaki rolled his eyes and he grabbed his taller companion's arm.

"It's getting late. Let's head home..."

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plash!

Kakyoin laughed and he jumped away as the tall male leapt into the puddle it seemed that during the party another small shower of rain had fell. Jotaro, still drunk as hell, was jumping around through the puddles as if he was five years old again. He had the this dorkish looking smile on his face, and the redhead rolled his eyes.

"Jotaro! You're getting your white slacks all muddy!" he pointed out and the dark-haired male paused, before he frowned at the mud stained bottom of his pants. He made a distressed noise, and now, dejected walked back over to his companion. JoJo grumbled out a few curses, and he yawned stretching out before he leaned heavily against Noriaki almost knocking the unsuspecting teenager over. Jotaro blinked slowly, and Kakyoin admired the smalls droplets of water that had managed to catch on his lashes. He wanted to kiss the Joestar again, but he held back.

"Sleepy." Jotaro spoke in a sing-song baby voice, which was as adorable as it was disturbing. The redhead patted him on the back.

"We're almost home."

"We...?" his companion questioned for the first time and his blue eyes lit up. "Are you spending the night?"

"Mhm!" Kakyoin responded, and he choked as JoJo threw his arms around his neck and gave him a half-assed hug. Laughing he patted at the delinquent's head and shoved him off softly brushing off his clothes. He smiled, and Jotaro returned it earnestly. The redhead looked down the street and his heart chilled over in ice. Down the street there was the girl. The one that had touched Jotaro. He had almost forgotten about her, and he had calmed down, but seeing her sway and stumble her way down the road with a guy hanging her arm pissed him off. She had the pleasure of touching and kissing Jotaro and she just hooks up with some gutter rat? As if JoJo wasn't enough? He bit into his lip, drawing blood.

Jotaro had walked ahead of him, and furrowed his brows as he opened his gate. "Are you coming?"

Flashing a tight smile, Noriaki waved him onward. "I just need to grab some things from my house."

"Oh! Don't be too long! I want you to meet my mom!" Jotaro called out before he vanished behind the gates of his estate. Kakyoin sighed deeply, and he spun around on his heel, growling underneath his breath.

"Hierophant Green." He wanted to wring the girl's neck with his own hands, to feel her pulse slowly fade out beneath his fingertips – but that would be stupid. He couldn't risk leaving fingerprints upon her body. The redhead watched as the pair stopped at a crosswalk, pressing the button watching as a few lone cars sped past. Hierophant went ahead as its User leaned into the shadows of a nearby alleyway sitting between two houses. A green tendril wrapped itself around the male's ankle and without a second thought Noriaki flung him away – he slammed into the wall, his head smashing against it. A splatter of blood was left behind and it turned into a long streak as his limp body slumped. The drunken girl panicked, but before she could run his stand grabbed her. Hierophant hovered behind her hand son her shoulders, squeezing with enough pressure that she could see the marks of hands upon her. He spoke through his ability knowing she could hear him but not see him.

"How dare you lay your filthy hands on my JoJo. And act as if it wasn't the greatest privilege you have ever had, you worthless rat?" he snarled out and he clenched his hands into fists drawing blood from his palms as he dug his nails into his skin. He heard a sickening crack flood the air, followed by a high-pitched shriek as Hierophant broke her shoulders. Kakyoin laughed allowing all of his rage to bubble up in his chest and finally escape. "I don't even know why I'm so pissed off! It's not as if, you could ever love Jotaro the way I do. Or Jotaro love you."

"Ple-ase..."she began to beg tears streaming down her face, her knees had given out in the pain from her broken shoulders. She could still feel the ghostly hands upon her – yet, the street was empty. "Let me go! I'm sorry! I'm sorry about everything I've done! If this is some kind of divine punishment, please, oh God, please-e! I will do anything! I'll pray more. I'll go to church. I'll even stop sneaking out at night!"

A dark laugh broke through the teenager's lips, and he grinned wishing she could see his face. It was flooded with delight. "There is no God. So, unfortunately for you, there is no mercy."

Hierophant took one of its tendrils and slashed downward at the girl's wrist with all of its power. It easily, slipped through, cutting straight through the bone and ripping through muscle a spray of blood following within moments. A scream capable of curdling milk tore from the teenager's throat as she completely collapsed to the ground, blood pooling around her spurting from the stump where her hand was attached. Kakyoin finally stepped out from the shadows, and approached her as she withered in agony her whole body shaking with pain. Tears poured down her face which was wrapped in a silent scream, only whimpers escaping her lips. Her chest fell and rose heavily her breathing utterly scattered. The redhead chuckled, darkly and he glanced towards the street.

"Perhaps, you will be lucky enough to be found – before you're dead." he shook his head and his Stand took its place beside him. He grinned, his bright purple gaze burning into the girl as she managed to look up at her attacker. She let out a pained gasp, he was gorgeous. In that moment she saw something shimmering beside him – as if the air was disturbed by some invisible force. The girl sucked in a breath watching as the lights that lined the streets illuminated the halo of flames around the male's head. In that moment, she truly thought she was being killed by a demon with bright, lavender colored eyes.

He leaned down, and she felt something grip her legs. "I can't let that happen, now can I?" Mocking laughter followed the cold words.

The last thing she saw – was the blinding headlights of an oncoming truck.

Noriaki stared blankly at the road as blood splattered as if thrown from a paintbrush across the road, tires screeched and someone screamed from within the cab. He spun on his heels, and grabbed a to-go bag he had stashed away in the alleyway. This way, he wouldn't look suspicious. Hierophant had droplets and smudges of blood upon it, but as it faded away so did the blood.

You're mine Jotaro, whether you know it or not. Forever. I won't let any other bitches get touch you like that again. I Don't care who they are. Every inch of you is mine.

And someday everyone will know.

Kakyoin splashed through a puddle one last time before he entered through the front gate of Jotaro's estate. 
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Inspiration hit me like a truck. Now, I wanna ask you guys...

Do you want to see next chapter what they did at the sleepover? Or just skip to the next major plot piont? Cause can't decide and I don't want these chapters to end up being like 4000+ words each.

Have a lovely day!.

Author-kun out.