A/N: Just a quick drabble to mark my entrence into the One Piece fandom. I have plenty more ideas for One Piece but can't start them until my other works are finished. I decided to do this little tidbit to hopefully rid the writers block.
Thought of while listening to I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace
Disclaimer: Oda owns One Piece, Three Days Grace owns I Hate Everything About You. I own nothing...
Heavy panting filled the room as Doflamingo rolled off of his bed mate. Staring at the ceiling the blonde's partner started to ponder over his predicament. It had all started with a simple phrase, one coded with underlying messages. It was the eccentric blond pirate's way of inviting him – no, demanding him into his bed.
"Let's hook up."
Crocodile had no idea why he would accept the offer each and every time it was given. They hated each other in every way. Doflamingo was flamboyant and utterly sadistic while he was unpretentious and got nothing in extending harsh torchers to others. They were complete opposites and yet once a month, they ended up back here.
The only time their cycle was interrupted was after Strawhat had him thrown in Impel Down. Doflamingo hadn't shown his face for the months he spent there. He had thought he would have forgotten the pleasured the blond could offer him, yet he found himself only craving them even more.
It was all he could do to not accept the offer at Marineford when it was given. Another day or two and he would have been ready to do it right there on the battlefield. He hated how bad his body ached for the other pirate. He wished his heart wouldn't beat so fast at every offer, and that his groin wouldn't respond to every touch. It was disgusting.
And yet, he couldn't find the will power to stop. He was addicted to the other like a bad drug. He loved the sensations he could bring. The feeling of being filled by the other man was intoxicating. He loved it and yet hated it all.
He loved the sex, but hated the man. That was what their relationship amounted to, and that's all it ever would.
As he began to fall into sleep, Crocodile ended his thoughts with the conclusion that he could very well live with that fact.