Match Made in Hell | Secco & Cioccolata | OG JJBA AU

by ceramic_strawberries (ao3)

Chapter 1: Untying Knots is Hard

Labored muffled breaths pushed their way through the seams and zippers on a leather dog mask, strained groans following them.

“What was that?” asked a man as he firmly pushed his boot on the other’s neck, “I need you to speak up, sweetheart.”

Bubbling drool was dripping down his chin behind the mask, gagging against the pressure. Durante knew what Amadeus was getting at, he always did this, he would bound Durante in his dog mask with a leather suit and collar to match, then lastly tie his arms and legs so 'Fido' couldn’t do anything but squirm around. The only catch to this was if Durante was getting annoyed, he could just simply lay still and eventually Amadeus would get the hint. So, he did exactly that, even if he could feel the bottom of the boot beginning to bruise his already sore neck.

“Are you going to say something?......... oh, right, I guess I should stop just cause you’re throwing a fit.”

Amadeus aggressively pushed in one last time on Durante’s neck, then backing off, lowering himself onto the bedroom rug to start undoing his partner’s restraints.

“I- I just don’t want to look like I’ve been strangled when we go to work, Amy” he gagged.

“Aww, that's no fun, everyone could know you’re mine.” he pouted while taking unusually long to untie the rope around Durante’s ankles.

“You okay back there?”

Amadeus yanked Durante’s legs up in the air.

“OW!! What the hell are you doing!?”

“Sorry! I can’t get this knot undone.”

“Please, how? You’re the one who ties them.”

“I tied it differently this time I-”

“Just cut it.”

“Absolutely not! I spent a lot of money on these ropes!”

“Well, I want to be able to walk if you could HURRY UP! I don’t care about your stupid ropes-”

He dropped Durante’s legs on the ground, getting up off the ground with a groan “I’m going to get my phone...”

Durante sat up, shimmying his back up against the footboard.

“Y’know what, I think I can untie it.”

“Well go ahead if you’re so smart. I doubt-”

Durante cut through the rope with his dog suit’s long claws.

“DURANTE! ARE YOU DEAF OR SOMETHING!?”

“I got it untied!” he proclaimed as he got up off the ground, rubbing his ankles, “C’mon let’s just get cleaned up.”

Both sat silent in the bathroom as Amadeus cleaned up Durante’s cuts on his arms and neck.

“You are right, they are just stupid ropes, we can buy more later... Now that I- we’ve both gotten our stress out of our system, let’s just relax.”

Amadeus started drawing a bath while Durante used Oasis to pull down the zipper on the back of his suit and undress. Amadeus settled in the bathtub, putting his arms up on the sides while Durante climbed in and closed his eyes, laying his head on his chest. He loved hearing Amadeus’s heartbeat, breathing and sometimes when they were ever so quiet he could even hear his blood rushing. He opened his eyes to admire Amadeus’s chest scars, lightly tracing them with his thumb. Something about the doctor’s scars were so beautiful and uniform compared to his erratic, bumpy scars littered around his arms.

“You’re doing it again.”

“Yeah, I know. I just love yours, they’re perfect compared to mine.”

“You know, I could tidy them up, right?” he flashed a stomach-turning smile.

“I know…” Durante felt his chest tighten, he had been subject to Green Day before, but that power paired with Amadeus’s sadism still made his mouth dry up at the mere hypothetical of what could happen if Amadeus pushed it even farther, “...but I like mine too, they remind me of when we met, and how far I- we’ve come.~”

“If that makes you happy, it makes me happy. Just know that I love you and I would do anything for you.”

"Oh, I know..."

Amadeus dug his claw-like nails into Durante's scarred shoulder.

"...I love you too, Amy." he eased back into his partner's chest, eventually falling asleep.

Chapter 2: Lose the Scrubs

“Amy! Where the fuck is my badge?”

“I have no idea, it isn’t mine after all… although… it may have ended up in the trash…”

“What!?”

“If only someone had bought you a new, better one.” Amadeus pulled out the new badge reel with an acrylic puppy decorating the clip, “this one is just so much nicer and cuter and fits you so much more.”

“..Okay…thanks,” snatching the badge, running downstairs to get in the car.

Amadeus gritted his teeth, how inconsiderate of that mutt.

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Danture sat back in the passenger seat the wind just washing over him, starting to doze off.

“Are you even listening?”

“Yeah, sure, Sugar”

“You’re not so I’m gonna say this one more time before you fuck it up and get our asses in trouble. Even though we’re going to work as usual, The Boss assigned us to take care of a threat to his identity. There’s a doctor who supposedly found old patient files and traced them back to his identity so…”

“Yeah we need to kill him before he rats Boss out, got it.”
Amadeus grumbled something under his breath, aggressively throwing the car in park.

“Let’s just get this shit over with, fix your attitude and bare with having to do your actual job for once, Fido .”

“Whatever you say Dr. Dolce… ” Danture knew he was getting under his skin, not like it ever interfered with their relationship, especially here of all places. When working at the hospital they steered clear of each other as much as possible. This way they could move quieter, quicker, and untraceable. 

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After hours of running around the hospital, Danture could finally sit down for a minute and enjoy the lunch Amadeus had packed for him the night before.

“Hey Fido!” another nurse walked up to Durante, “you heard about Dr. Dolce and his secret admirer ?”

“...no?” he was trying his best not to even seem like he cared.

“Apparently someone’s been leaving him gifts and flowers in his office, I’m betting on it being a really obsessive patient or something you know how…”

He immediately cut her out, could he already be being replaced? Already? Was he really not that focused that Amy hated him to the point of not even mentioning this in their personal lives? No, there’s no way, Amy constantly took care of him, fed him, pleased him, fed him sugar cubes, let him sit in on surgeries . He was his favorite, right? What if he wasn’t anymore-

“Fido? Hello?”

“Sorry, I was- I just, Dolce of all people, be for real.”

“C’mon now, there’s no way anyone couldn’t swoon, he’s tall, smart, and ho-”

“I have to go, bye.”

“Oh, bye!”

His brain was bouncing all over his skull, his heart felt like it was being manually squeezed. He does hate me doesn't he? Why wouldn’t he, I can’t keep up with anything from Boss, or even him for that matter, I’m always dragging behind, even I’m sick of myself.

As he turned the corner he saw them… another doctor talking with Amadeus, rubbing his arm, both of them were smiling and alarmingly close to each other, by themselves.

“Am- Dr. Dolce?”

Amadeus smoothly looked over at him, dragging his eyes to look Durante bottom to top, expecting to meet his, usually unwavering, eyes that were now adverting themselves from making contact with his. 

“Did you need something Nurse Dolfi?”

“When you get a moment I need to speak to you in your office.”

“Well we can discuss it now, I will call you later, V̶i̶t̶t̶o̶r̶i̶a.”

Durante almost jumped across the hall, he hadn’t even realized Amadeus walked past him, his ears were ringing and hot, he felt his heart stop for a moment. I am being replaced.

“Nurse?”

“Y-yes, Doctor” he quickly caught up, not even aware he was moving his own feet.

Once they were in the safety of the office, it just got worse.

“What do you want now?” Amadeus’s face screwed up, he took off his glasses and rubbed his face. “Are you horny or something and wa-”

“No! I found out about your little admirer, I know it’s her . I won’t let you replace me, even if I am slacking recently-” his throat was hurting so much worse than last night now.

“Oh my God, are you really being that asinine right now! You can’t listen to a single thing I say can you!”

“You know what, forget it!” Durante walked towards the door.

He jumped out of his skin as Amadeus’s strong hands forcefully grabbed his shoulders, digging into bones, “V̶i̶t̶t̶o̶r̶i̶a is coming to the house tonight and I want you to make yourself scarce, I don’t care what you do or where you go, just stay out of the way, okay?”

Durante ripped himself out of Amadeus’s claws, bluntly shutting the door when he left.

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When she was welcomed into their home by Amadeus, Durante had already been comfortably hiding himself in the guest room upstairs. For hours now he listened to Amadeus cook, set the table, clean, and call out to him a few times. 

That bitch, coming in my home, seducing my man.. “And him,” he whispered to himself, “I knew he was always far more fucked in the head than me but this is torture, he should’ve gotten rid of me a while ago.” Tears began to push against his eyes as snot began to slowly find its way out of his nostrils. “I’m so pitiful..” he crawled into the far back of the wire cage he had been laying in and curled up, whimpering to himself. Eventually being so exhausted he drifted to sleep.

CLUNK.. CLUNK.. CLUNK

He jolted awake, hearing footsteps excitedly rush downstairs into the basement.. Of course Amadeus would fuck her down there. He hauled himself out of the cage, slowly getting up and stretching then stopping when he heard Amadeus rushing to their bedroom, looking for something. He slowly crept his way into the basement, peeking around the corner he saw her , strapped down to the table in nothing but her bra and skirt. 

“Y’know, Dolce, I never thought you would be so-” she stopped when she saw Durante standing there at the foot of the steps dawned in his leather suit, dog mask, paw? Glove? Things? With what looked like knives stuck to them.

“Dolce!? I think there’s someone-” she started shaking as he walked closer and closer to her “Who are you, where’s Dolce?!”

He wanted to say something, anything to make her suffer like he did watching her even think she could be around his master, but the words never came. Instead he let go and gave in to his urges. His sharp dog-like claws swiped across her face and neck first, doing surface level damage, his digging getting more and more hungry as he climbed his way on top of her.

Her screams made his eardrums rattle, urging him to move deeper and farther down to her chest. He could hear Amadeus yelling from upstairs, rushing down the staircase. He would almost stop but he was so already so far down the road, he needed to finish this.

Flesh hesitantly ripped under his claws, blood seeping into her clothes and lathering on his suit. 

“FIDO!”

Durante stopped for a brief second as he looked over at Amadeus, only to pick up the pace and start digging into her chest, the layers of fat ad skeletal muscle prohibiting him from getting through to bone just yet. The agonizing screams didn’t even phase either of them, yet Amadeus was still rushing towards the table like he genuinely cared. He grabbed Durante, flinging him onto the cement floor like a bag of garbage. He felt his knees go numb and his teeth slammed against each other, he swear he even felt one crack.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” he raised his belt and brought it down on Durante’s back with a loud THWACK!