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Night in the hills were tense. Bright light from the stars, the moon, and the lanterns was making Johnny slightly nauseous. Not to mention his biggest rival slurping down a cup of coffee like he hadn't been drinking for days. He held the cup with two hands, arm folded near his chest. Johnny can't help but be confused and taken aback at the strange display. Diego had been acting weird ever since he and Gyro saw him injured beside that cliff. And while Johnny wasn't fond of him (not anymore, he told himself) he can admit the Brit's odd behavior was quite concerning. Was he playing this up? If not, what happened to him? Was he attacked? What was up with his cracked looking skin? Was this the work of an enemy stand? Why in God's name was he eating rocks not five minutes ago?
Just then, as Johnny was studying Diego closely, he could see a stretch of teeth coming from under the band-aid slapped on the Brit's cheek. The slit looked like someone took a knife and carved out Diego's face from his mouth to his ears, revealing two rows of alarmingly sharp canines. The coffee he was drinking dripped from the slit and beaded down his neck, staining the teal sweater he was wearing. Johnny's heart pounded in his chest and sweat formed in the creases between his brows. His fight or flight senses was on high alert. The jockey was definitely not messing with him. There was no way he could fake the terrifying condition on his face. Christ, what's happening to Diego?
After finishing his coffee, the Brit turned back to Johnny and felt around for the counter before carefully putting the cup on it. Diego's teal eyes wavered on Johnny's form but he wasn't looking exactly at him.
"You seem so tense, Johnny..." Diego slowly made his way around the counter, approaching Johnny.
Johnny shifted away, back hitting the wall. He held up his hands. His nails spun and aimed on Diego. "Back off!"
Diego tutted, still getting closer, very little fear on his face. His gaze followed Johnny's movements. "This won't do, this won't do."
"What the fuck are you on about?" Johnny's hands wavered, slightly lowering in confusion.
"Mmmm... Do you remember the old times, Johnny?" Diego grabbed Johnny's wrists and held them down beside his knees before leaning in and baracading him.
So that's what this was about.
Johnny's heart still pounded, only now it was for a different reason. "I don't know if I want to." He slightly squirmed in Diego's grip.
The Brit only leaned in closer, completely invading his personal space. "You don't want to take a trip down memory lane? I'm here, you're here, and there's no one around to interrupt us..." His voice had an almost wistful tone to it. (Johnny took note of the low growl that danced under his words, how he lingers on the 's' sound.)
He can't believe it himself but Johnny considered it for a second. Would it be so bad? Yes, yes it would. Judging by the staggering amount of sharp teeth in his mouth, Diego isn't going to be as cuddly as he remembered.
He glared at him with all his might. (Diego's expression didn't even shift, as if he couldn't see Johnny's glare.) Though he makes no move of getting out of his grip or shoving him away. "Get off Dio!"
Diego instead climbed to straddle his lap, letting go of his hands and instead moving to rest his wrists on Johnny's shoulders. "Oh I intend to," He grinned. He lowered his crotch onto Johnny's and ground their hips together. "Does your cock still work? It better."
Johnny averted his gaze, his hands curling into fists trying to ignore the pleasant pressure on his groin. Yes, his penis was still functional, though he can't feel anything beyond the area around his pelvis. "Gyro's gonna come back–"
Diego kept grinding, rolling his hips in a lewd manner. He parted his legs further so he can position Johnny's growing chub right between his ass. "He can join us for all I care."
And fuck if that friction wasn't amazing. Johnny hissed through his teeth, "Fuck you Diego." His hands found themselves settling on the Brit's trim waist. He lightly gripped on them, the hem of Dio's teal sweater riding up over his fingers. Diego didn't need another sign, immediately grinding down harder on Johnny's clothed erection. This was a bad idea. Why isn't Johnny shoving him away?
Johnny burrowed his face in the crook of Dio's neck. He muffled his gentle groans into the cool tan skin. He could smell Diego's familiar scent and he almost got lost in it. This was a very bad idea. He breathed out, "Damn I..."
Diego's hands caressed his neck and jaw before tilting his head upwards. "Hm?"
Johnny whispered, barely audible. As if saying it out loud would do something horrible to them. "I fucking miss you, asshole." And before Dio could respond with something stupid, he dragged the Brit down into a bruising kiss. It was an unpleasant mash of lips and teeth before they shifted into something more comfortable. Diego still had way too many teeth for comfort but their kissing was oddly tender. Johnny lapped up the taste of coffee on his lips.
They stayed for a few moments, stuck in limbo between passion and tenderness before Dio broke away. He breathed an inaudible 'Me too' onto Johnny's painted lips. Or maybe that was just Johnny's imagination.
Diego leaned down, leaving a trail of kisses down Johnny's jaw. His hands (which Johnny noted to have grown claws inside the gloves he was wearing. How did the gloves not rip apart?) roamed all over Johnny's torso, caressing the soft skin.
Johnny froze when he felt a puff of breath and parting lips on the side of his neck. "Stop. Don't you dare."
Dio pulled away, disappointment and confusion etched on his face. "Whaaaat?" He whined.
"Don't bite. Your teeth are fucking terrifying."
Diego pouted, his hands pushing up Johnny's hoodie, revealing soft freckled skin. "Somewhere not visible!"
"That's not– No!" Johnny tried to pry his hands away but to no avail.
Diego bent down to lightly nip at Johnny's stomach. "Just one bite, Johnny."
The red head didn't protest but continuously glared at the blond as he playfully licked and kissed his torso. Johnny held in a breath when he felt Diego's mouth opened wide on a spot on his left pec, right above his hammering heart. Diego's hand toyed with his nipples, trying to get him to relax as he felt the scrape of sharp teeth against his skin. Diego mouthed at that spot for a brief moment before sinking his teeth in. Johnny let out a pained hiss that melted into a choked moan as the electricity from the bite went straight to his dick. The bite left him feeling a little dizzy.
Johnny covered his face and mouth with his hand, cheeks flushed red. He shakily exhaled. "You ass. You're such an ass, Dio."
Diego straightened, licking the crimson drops on his lips. "You love it." He grinned. (Johnny noticed his eyes were slitted and completely teal without whites. He doesn't comment.) "As payback, you can bite me."
Now that was one hell of a payback. Johnny remembered how much he loved marking Diego. "Anywhere?" He asked hopefully.
Dio grinned wider, the slits on his cheeks stretching further, it was quite terrifying but Johnny's dick wasn't softening anytime soon. "Anywhere."
"Don't mind if I do." Johnny pushed up Diego's sweater, revealing his torso. (Blue. A bright greenish blue was spreading into his tan skin like an ink stain. Johnny saw something else blue swish behind Diego. He still doesn't comment.) Johnny greedily sinks his teeth into Diego's flesh. He nipped, sucked, licked, and bit everywhere on Diego. Any expanse of flesh available to him, he claimed. Johnny relished in the act and the sounds Diego was making. (Human moans mixed with some bird-like chirps. He actually kinda likes it.) He felt a clawed hand sneak into the hem of his pants and palmed his cock. Another hand fisted in his auburn hair, making a mess of it. Johnny bit hard on Dio's Adam's apple.
Johnny's normal bites only left fleeting imprints considering his teeth weren't razor sharp. But he could, if he really wanted to, leave a permanent mark on Diego. The Brit had already left a mark on him, he feels like he should return the favour. He nipped Dio's pec pointedly.
Diego chuckled, voice breathless. "You call that biting? I barely feel anything!" Johnny was about to disregard his taunt when suddenly he felt Dio's hot breath on his ear. "Harder, Johnny." His voice was low, it had a needy rumble to it. "Make me bleed." He emphasized his point by squeezing Johnny's dick. He didnt need to be told twice.
Johnny bit hard on Diego's pec, creating a mirror of the bite mark on Johnny's chest. Diego threw his head back and let out a high pitched trill. His reaction made Johnny's dick twitch. Johnny licked the metallic taste in his mouth and on Dio's chest. His hands trailed from Diego's sides down to his stomach and below his trousers. (His skin wasn't fleshy and warm like a human's anymore. It was still soft, only now covered in neat cool scales.)
Johnny was taken aback by the lack of a bulge he felt in Diego's pants. He reached in further and felt something warm and sticky cover his fingers. "What...? Where's your–"
Diego tugged his hair back, forcing Johnny to look up at him. He whispered, "Part of the transformation." (Diego's face was barely human now. Skin completely blue, nose flattened and reduced to nostrils, eyes turned fully reptilian, and his hair turning into something more feather-like. Johnny realized he had already accepted the changes happening to Dio long ago.)
"The hell are you transforming into?" The slightest hint of fear laced his voice.
Diego trilled again, "You'll see." He brought their faces together for an odd kiss. Johnny's full lips gliding on cool smooth scales. Something wet prodded his lips and Johnny obliged, feeling a long forked tongue slip through and into his mouth. It was a bizzare experience (When hasn't this been a bizzare experience?) but he couldn't say it wasn't pleasant.
During their kiss Diego had shoved both of their pants down and started to stroke Johnny's cock fully. Johnny pulled his face away with a gasp, Diego's forked tongue still lingering on his lips. The redhead looked down at their crotches, curious as to what Diego's sex had turned into.
It didn't look like much from that angle. Just a smooth expanse of hairless flesh. (Scaly. And blue.) His hand roamed under, feeling a puffy ring of flesh covered in hot sticky fluid. He experimentally prodded a finger against it. The Brit (Was he even human anymore?) wiggled his hips encouragingly.
"So... What've you got down here?" Johnny gently inserted his finger into Diego and gasped quietly at the tightness he felt around it.
Diego let out a trill again and ground his hips down onto Johnny's finger. "I'd assume a cloaca."
"You– you assume? So you don't know?" Johnny moved his finger around inside him, stretching his walls open before adding another. Diego moaned this time.
"Ssshut up. You talk too much. Just fuck me already." Diego gripped Johnny's dick impatiently. Well, how can he argue with that?
Johnny pulled his hands away from Diego's crotch. It was absolutely dripping with hot fluid. He assumed it was some sort of precum or a self lubricating substance. He lathered the wetness onto his dick, and his heart did something weird as their fingers brushed against eachother. What the fuck.
Diego shifted in his lap, hand guiding Johnny's dick to line it up with his entrance. Johnny carefully placed his hands on Diego's hips. Diego lowered himself slowly on Johnny's cock, getting used to the intrusion. They both let out breathless moans, Diego's more chirpier and high pitched. Johnny's grip tightened, baring his teeth and hissing in pleasure because of the hot slick heat surrounding his dick. It wasn't unfamiliar but it was definitely something new. Diego's squishy inner walls were hot and sticky, the drag of it felt inhuman but very pleasurable. Johnny nuzzled his face into the crook of Diego's neck, muffling his pants as the creature above him was fully seated on his dick. They both stopped for breath.
"Good?" Diego purred. His clawed hands snaked around his neck and gently petted Johnny's auburn hair.
"Yeah... Fuck, you feel amazing," Johnny gasped into his neck, his eyes screwed shut. Johnny's warm hands were digging deep into the blue flesh of his rival. His nails left deep crescent markings.
Diego chuckled into his hair, "Never expect anything less from the best." He began raising his hips up and down, bouncing on Johnny's dick in a steady rythm. He rolled his hips and threw his head back, an array of inhuman noises coming out of his throat. Johnny took the opportunity to mouth at Diego's adam's apple. He can feel his senses warping slightly from the pleasure. The taste on his tongue was bland and foreign, slightly metallic even when the flesh in his mouth was devoid of blood. It was the polar opposite to the warm and salty taste of skin he was used to. Johnny doesn't know how to feel about it.
Under his hands, he can no longer feel the fabric of Diego's sweater. He didn't remember taking it off. His hand roamed to Diego's thighs and found them in a similar state, trousers nowhere to be felt. His thighs felt bigger and more muscular, the weight of them squishing Johnny's softer ones with every bounce of Diego's body. His hand moved behind Diego, cupping his ass. He felt something bump against his hand from the middle of Diego's back. Johnny caressed the bump curiously, earning a chirp from above him. He opened his eyes and looked behind Diego's shoulder.
There was a large long tail potruding from Diego's back. It was a tealish blue at the base, which blended with Diego's skin, and gradually turned a darker blue at the tip as it tapered off into a bundle of bright yellow feathers. Not to mention the giant yellow letters that spelled 'DIO' that covered the sides of the tail. Johnny was oddly intrigued (And his senses were buzzed from the wonderful heat and friction around his dick) so he went and caressed the tail again. It curled up towards his hands and wagged from side to side. Diego arched his back and chirped again, his claws gripping Johnny's back.
"Mmh– You like my tail?" The tail flicked up while he spoke. Johnny hated to admit it was kinda cute.
He gently bit Diego's shoulder in response, not trusting his mouth to say anything considering all the blood in his brain left to flood his dick instead. He reached out to the feathered tip of the tail, gripping it gently before experimentally stroking it.
Diego's hips stuttered and he began moving faster, earnestly chasing his pleasure. "Ahn! Mmrr– Johnny do that– do that again!"
Johnny let out his own set of moans and abliged. He stroked the tail from the top to the base over and over, sometimes gently caressing the underside. His hands had a great effect on Diego as the Brit was now frantically bouncing and rolling his hips without rythm. He also let out more noises, getting less and less human by the second. Johnny swore he heard him roar at one moment.
"Dio?" Johnny panted, he was slowly losing himself too, just maybe not as much as Diego.
He heard no verbal reply. He only heard a set of growls and chirps from the creature above him. Johnny tried to drown it out, shoving his face back into the crook of Diego's neck and focusing on his own pleasure. His hands gripped Diego's sides since he could and didn't want to feel the changes happening to Diego's spine under the skin of his back. Johnny inhaled and gritted his teeth, focusing on the maddening friction on his cock and the familiar grassy scent of Diego instead of the monsturous creature his rival was becoming.
Johnny was the first to climax, shuddering and shooting his seed inside the creature. It followed shortly after, a halt to its hips continued by a loud screech. Johnny didn't have time to relish in post-orgasm bliss. The grating sound immediately sobering him up. He shoved the creature away violently before tucking himself into back into his pants.
The creature roared at him. Absolutely terrifying. He had always thought that getting back with Diego would be a horrible idea, but he could never imagine that his rival turning into a giant lizard monster during coitus would be something he'd have to worry about. Johnny aimed his fingers at the creature. Before he could shoot, the door to their cabin slammed open.
"Johnny what the hell is going on!? I heard–" Gyro's shocked yell was cut off by the creature swiping its tail and sending him flying outside the building.
Johnny's heart hammered in his chest. Oh shit. Oh fuck. He aimed at the creature's head and shot his nails at it. And holy fuck, it dodged it. How did it do that? His mind spun, he felt like crying and vomiting as the creature stepped closer to him. Motherfucking super senses. Right.
Johnny's gonna die tonight. He knows it.