-Out There-
It started off as playful teasing between friends. When congregating with so many male companions, it was only a matter of time before jokes about the body popped up, and with Vergo and Doflamingo being so close in age, they naturally found ways to compare and contrast the other without coming off as entirely humiliating. It was difficult being cruel when the offended shared so many similarities. Perhaps it was the lack of shame that lead to it becoming a more private occurrence. Without Trebol's laughter, Diamante's pointing, or Pica's nervous fidgeting, the two were left with only the stares and smirks they cast at the other when comments were made.
Surprisingly enough Vergo started it by poking fun of Doflamingo's built. At sixteen he had surpassed his captain with a more muscular figure, coupled with other developments. But he saw the way Doflamingo stretched and sprawled over the shared bed, saw the ribs, and remarked on how visible they were. Was it even him attacking Doflamingo? Neither recalled the comment being grievous or hurtful in nature. Vergo stated they were noticeable, that he could reach out and count each of them with hardly any effort.
Doflamingo fought back by pointing out Vergo's uneven, messy stubble. Vergo hadn't even noticed, bringing a hand to feel his face, staring at the way Doflamingo laughed and called it messy, surmising that it was most likely prickly and would probably bother anyone who attempted to get too close. His voice cracked between laughter, and even with the shades on Vergo could tell something was missing in Doflamingo's statement, something unkind. If anything, it added a strange sense of confidence, and when it was his turn to privately taunt his captain he was at a crossroads.
He picked something that he would later admit of being a fan of: Doflamingo's blond hair. It was long enough to grab and pull, to run his fingers through, or bury between the locks, and Vergo thought about all of this when he described it as being too long and soft looking for a boy. It was supposed to be an offense, but the ends of his mouth were rising, and Doflamingo flipped himself over, resting on his stomach and grinning at the way Vergo refused to make eye contact with him as he struggled to feminize him.
Doflamingo's turn arrived, and he stared at Vergo for a few seconds, the silence building between them the closest thing to real pain they could give to one another. Finally, Doflamingo made the jump, and said that Vergo probably looked silly naked. He quickly added that it was only a guess, because he hadn't seen Vergo in the nude for a while, and thus there was a lot of unknown he had to take into consideration. But he assumed he was right, and challenged Vergo to prove him otherwise before breaking in a light, nervous chuckle. The remark was, in every sense of the word, complete bullshit.
Vergo did an abysmal job trying to hide his developing blush as he lifted his head upward, forcing to look away as he clung to the buttons of his trousers. Even then he knew exactly why he undressed himself. Both did, and despite this fact struggled to pretend it was to prove the other wrong. Eager to get the strip over with, he yanked his bottoms down and kicked them of his legs, tripping over himself and stumbling closer to the bed as he did. The shirt came next, though by this point Doflamingo had happily accepted that he was wrong. He remained on his stomach, keeping one hand from lowering to ease a warm tickle, the other struggling to stay away from his mouth.
There was a noticeable difference in Vergo's built, compared to Doflamingo's. Vergo was slightly larger, and while there was a hint of envy in his stare, Doflamingo lavished the sight. He liked the visible muscles and the way each one complimented that messy scruff developing across Vergo's jawline. His stare lowered, impressed with dark hairs that surrounded the navel, extending beyond and growing darker as his eyes continued down the trail. Vergo's shoulder burned hot when he saw Doflamingo rest his eyes on him, his crooked grin and needy expression turning him on and making the lack of any clothes so much worse.
At the sight of his friend's erection, Doflamingo broke into a lighthearted chuckle, quick to add that he found Vergo's body to be very pleasing, saving him from going soft. Glad that he was already without a shirt, he crawled closer to the edge of the bed, positioning himself up right and letting Vergo catch the shades of pink spreading across his chest, neck and face.
Vergo held in a whine, feeling his penis stiffen and heat up to the point where it was nearly all he could think about, the only other thing on his mind was Doflamingo and the way his tongue played and wiped his lips.
"What are you thinking about?"
It was Vergo's turn to push Doflamingo's buttons. With the way his legs were spread, and his hand already hovering over the hem of his pants, it was clear that his next insult would have to involve the rest of Doflamingo's hidden body. It was Doflamingo's turn to shed what remained of his clothes and expose himself to Vergo.
And Doflamingo was on the bed, legs spread, and Vergo couldn't get the warm ache out of his mind.
"Take off your pants."
Doflamingo perked his head up. "Hmm?"
What excuses could he come up with? Hormones had the better of him, and he no longer felt the desire to watch Doflamingo produce exaggerated pouts. He just wanted him naked. Vergo wanted him helpless. He wanted his captain and future king underneath him. "Take them off, Doffy." This time it sounded less like a suggestion.
Not used to being given orders, Doflamingo had to cover his mouth in order to hide his smirk. "That's it?" he asked. "You nothing else to add on to that?"
Vergo shook his head.
He didn't express it, but it was a little disappointing to see Vergo out of ideas, and so early in the game. Doflamingo stared at Vergo's body, still eager to continue the odd foreplay under the guise of it being boyish jackassery, so long as he could garner some pleasure from his friend. Though Vergo had failed in keeping up with the entertainment, Doflamingo was willing to make the most of the situation. Vergo was still naked, still erect, and now was breathing heavy, under the influence of growing arousal.
"Well," Doflamingo began, "I don't remember when it was ok to order a captain around, so…no." He saw the way Vergo shifted, head tilting to the side just a little, reminding him of some sad animal. Doflamingo wanted him to get closer, but couldn't outright say it. They were supposed to be friends messing with each other.
Vergo sighed and took a step closer to the bed. "Don't be like that."
"Like what, Vergo?" Doflamingo asked while scooting further to the edge. Vergo frowned at his captain's playful tease. Doflamingo lifted his leg up and rubbed his stretched out toes against Vergo's shaking leg. Hairs rose and muscles tensed up, and Vergo shot his captain a near frightened stare. Doflamingo returned it, coming close to breaking his persona in favor of a frown or whine. He held it all in and only let the bridge of his shades begin to slide down his nose, the only indicator that something was wrong. "Like–"
Vergo's hand grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down on the bed. Doflamingo lifted an arm up; his own hand pressed against Vergo's chest to supply just enough pressure to give the impression of a struggle. He lifted his legs up, letting one lean inward and rub against Vego's side, thinking the friction might add to the scene, and maybe one more shove and hushed complaint. He stared up, neck stretched and itching from Vergo's chin rubbing against it. He blinked, opening his eyes and feeling heat beginning to radiate from them as Vergo kissed his jawline. Once he was sure he had fought long enough he brought a hand down to Vergo's, grabbing and directing it to his pants. Their hands struggled and fought over the straps. Despite giving in, Vergo's hand still held Doflamingo down. Eager for more, Doflamingo's free hand reached down and felt the hot tip of Vergo's penis.
With everything undone, and both willing to ease the ache building between them, Vergo grabbed Doflamingo's pants and pulled them as far down as he could. Doflamingo wiggled, rubbed himself against Vergo's moistening body, trying to help without actually giving himself away. They gave up once the pants reached the knees. Both were satisfied enough with the access they now had.
Doflamingo rolled on his side, taking Vergo with him as they reached for each other's erections, Doflamingo applying hesitant touches to the head, while Vergo happily stroked his captain from the base up. The wonderful sensation of a warm hand pulling the foreskin, wrapping around the head of his cock with consistent pressure caused Doflamingo to moan out, jerking forward and dipping his head close to his friend's. Vergo pulled Doflamingo in, grabbing a reddening leg and pulling the pants further down.
Feeling lightheaded, Doflamingo closed his eyes, concentrating on the prickle from Vergo's facial hair rubbing against his cheek and lips. He tasted sweet and saltiness and opened his mouth, letting Vergo further their connection with deeper, passionate kisses. His chest was heaving, and his body was getting wet and hot. His hand shook as it played with Vergo's shaft, stroking it and sliding down, getting an estimated measure before fear took over and stopped the counting.
Where did the fear come from? Doflamingo opened his eyes and stared at Vergo with crooked lenses. One eye saw the world through darkness, while the other saw things clearly. He was making out with his best friend. Vergo was a handsome boy with painfully attractive features, but he was his best friend. His best friend's hair was a mess, his shoulders bright red and burning. His hands were shaking and all over Doflamingo's erection, working it so well he almost wished he could forget and just rut and moan and spread his legs, taking Vergo and all the troubles with it. Even now, with Vergo catching on, Doflamingo still touched his friend, both hands now stroking and working up and down Vhis body, albeit with more childish hesitation.
Vergo saw the confusion in his friend's eyes. The desire remained, and he wanted to have his precious captain all over him, wanted him inside and out, meshed together for as long as possible, but the look was contagious, and the feeling quickly became mutual. Something inside made him question his actions, and at that moment of doubt he stopped pleasuring his friend, stopping kissing him and pulling his lips with his teeth, and rubbing his face against Doflamingo's. He licked his lips and tasted mixed saliva, and felt the doubt and guilt begin to rise.
Two boys sniffed, looking away from one another as saner parts of their minds took control, asking if this was such a good idea, if physical needs outweighed friendship and future goals. It was Doflamingo who saw the hurt break through Vergo, his slanted shades showing off a brown iris shaking and watering up. He readjusted himself, grabbing Vergo and pulling him close, cringing slightly at the brief feeling of their naked bodies reconnecting, genitals touching but without the wonderful feel accompanying it. Vergo flinched in his arms and was about to recoil away, but Doflamingo's arms wrapped around his frame, using minimal force and letting him know the burden wasn't entirely on him.
Their breathing calmed down, and finally Vergo was able to return the embrace. They pretended they couldn't feel the ache that wanted quenching, choosing to remind themselves of what they had, how precious that already was, and that it wasn't worth the risk of losing. It grew quiet, and there were only the sounds of legs sliding across the sheets.
Somebody sniffed again. Doflamingo blinked again, and this time he was sure he caught something in Vergo's eye. Doflamingo stared up at the ceiling, coming close to wishing for someone to knock on the door and interrupt them from all this intimacy. He wanted any of his friends to disrupt their confusion. He needed fear to distract him from the thought of making a huge mistake.
"What are we doing?" he heard his friend whisper.
With an accidental turn of the head, they were back to staring at one another.
"Trying not to have sex," he answered.