The Prince and the Crocodile
Ch.2
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Doflamingo woke up to the sound of something hissing softly near his ear. Turning his blond head to the side, he looked over to see the purple-tinted crocodile still fast asleep on his bed. Crocodile was still softly snoring, so the tall warlord drew the slumbering reptile closer with his long arms for what he called a good morning cuddle.
Crocodile groaned in his sleep as he felt himself being shifted across the plush sheets, but he resolutely decided to ignore it. He was so… warm… and comfortable… and still very much tired from yesterday's events. No… sleep was worth so much more than getting up right now. After letting out a sighing hiss, the transformed warlord settled back into slumber and the delicious warmth that surrounded him.
Smirking at the cute display, the blonde warlord leaned up on his elbows, planting a small kiss on the tip of the transformed man's snout. Doflamingo slid out of the covers to get up and get ready for the day, but then he was stopped, and more than surprised, when steam starting pouring from where he had just pecked. Waves upon waves of white haze rolled off the slumbering crocodile.
A foreign voice chanted, its tone ringing in like a soft whisper that was only heard in the blonde's mind.
Woe ye that delivered thy loving kiss, we have returned his form un-amiss.'
Yet a cold heart still remains inside, there needs to be a lesson to turn the tide.
Only then will this curse end, and he can rejoin his fellow men.'
'Eh? You call that a kiss?' Doflamingo was more amused than concerned by the odd voice in his head. This wasn't the first time he had heard voices, so why should he be worried? Well, others seemed to think it was strange. Some had even suggested a visit to see a psychologist or a specialist. However, everything he seemed to do was perceived as strange. People were so hard to please sometimes.
Raising his sunglasses from off the bridge of his nose, Doflamingo stared with wide eyes. This was a mistake on his part, because without so much as a warning there was a loud crackling pop along with a blinding light that left the flamingo man temporarily blinded for a long moment.
When his vision returned, Doflamingo was surprised when there was no longer an eight foot long reptile, but an eight foot tall man in his bed - a man wearing nothing but a black tie. Barely resisting the urge to break into maniacal laughter, the blond tensed as the dark purple-haired man wiggled in his sleep.
Crocodile's forever downward angled brows were relaxed in sleep, and his slightly parted mouth was in a slight pout. Despite the scar that ran across the bridge of the man's nose, the pale, grayish, skinned warlord looked more adorable, relaxed and vulnerable than Doflamingo has ever seen. Gone was the seemingly always grumpy man. Instead, there was a cute sleepyhead currently in his bed with a sheet just managing to cover his lower half. He wasn't about to pass up this delicious looking opportunity, which was spread out before him in a way that was more appealing than any form of desert, fine wine, or sweets. Doflamingo finally had his prize within reach, and happened to be rocking a tie in a sexy way. 'I think I just discovered a new favorite kink!~'
"Good morning Croco-chan," Doflamingo purred, leaning his face towards those pouting lips.
Crocodile, who decided to forego trying to remain asleep, became annoyed at the galling body aches and noises. After hearing a voice he prayed to hell was just an illusion, the pale man sluggishly allowed his eyes to open. However, waking up to see the sunglass sporting face of the pink-feathered fool that was Doflamingo was far worse than any expectations he had ever had to displeasure to fabricate.
Eyes snapping wide open as he growled deep in his throat, Crocodile swung out with his left arm, aiming to impale the other man with his hook, but he was left utterly horrified when only the marred stub of his wrist bounced of the blond head. Wincing at the impact, the golden-eyed man recoiled, letting out a small gasp as he drew that arm back to his chest. His wound was long healed, but phantom pain still haunted the end of that limb. Directly knocking the end of the amputated arm against the other man jarred the bones, producing a pain reminiscent of when he had first lost that hand. Crocodile grit his teeth together, clamping his jaws shut. It was all he could do to keep from tearing up and yelling obscene profanities.
"Tsk Tsk, poor Crocy. Just let daddy take care of you," Doflmingo chided in a sultry tone. Leaning over the smaller male, he grabbed the purple-haired man's chin in one hand, pulling on the tie still around Crocodile's neck with the other, and claimed the others lips with his own.
Stiffening in complete utter shock for a good three seconds, Crocodile was floored by the presence of the other man's lips currently smashing against his own. When his brain snapped back, the pale warlord was completely outraged for numerous reasons. Another man, Donquixote Doflamingo, was kissing him! No not just a kiss, but his first true kiss had been stolen, nay pirated by the prick that was this damned flamingo! No, Crocodile was not some hopelessly wretched virgin, but he did not have time for romantic garbage shit nonsense like kissing, especially not with this perverted bastard! With those thoughts in mind, he shoved against the chest of the massive blond hovering over him, growling against the lips over his in uncontained rage.
To say Doflamingo was disappointed by the stiffness and the cold reaction from his little Croco chan was an understatement. But, the tanned warlord wasn't going to give up easy. 'I can fix this.' Sliding his hands underneath of the smaller man's back, he dragged them down the naked flesh until they reached his long intended destination.
Shuddering when the flamingo's long hands began running along the indent of his spine, Crocodile shrieked when both of his ass cheeks were suddenly grabbed, kneading at his backside like bread to be shaped for the oven. The shear strength of the others hands managed to lift him off of the bed, weakening his efforts of escape immensely. His surprised yelp was lost in the others mouth, a tongue quickly darting inside to take advantage of the opening, before Crocodile realized his mistake.
Dolfamingo smirked around their kiss at the quickly suppressed moan he received when he ran his tongue against the roof of Crocodile's mouth. Giving a firm squeeze with his fingers, the blond gently massaged the purple-haired warlord buttocks, enjoying the soft feeling along with the twitching of muscles due to his touch. Just as he was sure he had successfully dominated the grayish skinned man, something sharp buried itself into both sides of his invading tongue.
Crocodile had bit him!
Reeling backwards, Doflamingo pulled himself off the shorter man, squawking loudly as he caressed his abused tongue. When he stuck it out to confirm the damage, small red droplets of blood dotted the pink, muscular, appendage. "Aawww, hhy' eruu oouu oo mhhean oo ee!?~" (Why are you so mean to me?!)
Spitting the pink-feathered man's blood out of his mouth, Crocodile shot the incoherent man a glare that clearly held no less than a death threat. He quickly shifted his lower body into sand, floating away from the bed and towards a series of bleach-white dressers that lined the wall. Roughly pulling out one of the drawers with his remaining hand, Crocodile hurriedly dug through the contents, which all shared a theme of various different shades of bright neon ugly.
'Really? Why can't this man wear normal colors?'
Pouting from his position on the bed, Doflamingo watched as his fellow warlord ransacked through his collection of clothing. 'At least I have a nice view of that cute ass from here.' Now that his tongue was recovered from the initial shock of pain, Doflamingo complained, "Croco chaaann~ come back to bed!" He flinched when the pale man paused in his clothes stealing to send him a chilling topaz toned glare that could have neutered a puppy, or perhaps even an overgrown flamingo.
Finally, Crocodile found a shirt that wasn't a complete torture to look at. It was dark plum with deep wine colored flames stretching from the top and bottom, but not meeting in the center. Taking the collar in between his teeth, the dark purple-haired man slide his amputated arm into a sleeve, and used his remaining hand to tug it the rest of the way up. Of course the garment was too large, being one of the flamingo's shirt, but at least it would hide his nudity. Releasing the shirt from his teeth, Crocodile quickly maneuvered his shoulders so he could slip his hand and arm into the remaining sleeve.
Not wanting to take his eyes off Doflamingo longer than necessary, Crocodile turned around as he started buttoning up his shirt with his one hand. It was a practiced skill, but that's not the reason he was feeling eyes on him. Dolfamingo was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at him like he was the most interesting thing in the world. "Perverted bastard," Crocodile rumbled as his eyes narrowed until the pupils contracted into thin slivers.
Grinning widely, Doflamingo ran his tongue over his lips. Seeing the man in just one of his own shirts and a tie was such a turn on, especially when it just barely reached the other man's knees. He could use his devil fruit abilities to stop Crocodile, but he was too busy enjoying the display.
"Looking good sugar gator."
Inwardly and outwardly cringing at the blonde's saccharine tone and predatory stare, one of Crocodile's eyes began to involuntarily twitch. "Don't you dare move from that spot, or I will mummify that brain hanging between your legs!"
Pursing his lips together, Doflamingo crossed his legs, intertwining his hands in his lap in an effort to impede the disturbing images conjured by that threat to his family assets.
Satisfied that the flamingo would keep his hands to himself, at least for now, Crocodile began rifling through several other drawers, looking for a pair of underwear. Raising his eyebrows, Crocodile was surprised when he discovered a familiar article of clothing. Crocodile turned to face the man sitting on the bed as he lifted a pair of boxers accusingly. "Doflamingo… why did you keep these?" This very article of clothing had been his gift to his fellow warlord as a gag. In fact, many of the warlords had pranked each other with similar outlandish boxers several years ago in some sort of prank war.
Doflamingo stared at the boxers in question. They were an emerald green at the bottom in the shape of grass. Just above that, against a backdrop of lighter mint green, little pink flamingos danced across the remainder of the fabric. Smiling widely, Doflamingo proudly proclaimed, "I kept them because the person I love gave them to me of course!"
Nearly dropping the gifted boxers, Crocodile was caught in a strange limbo between being shocked and embarrassed. To his growing horror, a feeling of heat began flooding his stunned visage. Crocodile spun on his heel, and hastily began tugging on the boxers. Every fiber of him was too stunned to even question whether they were clean or not, or even if the flamingo himself had even worn them. No, he should be getting away from that psychotic blond as soon as possible. Still working to tug the undergarments on, Crocodile started hop skipping to the door in his haste to leave.
"Hmm Croco chan, watch your step," Doflamingo called, watching as the purple-haired man made his way to the door. He held in his chuckle as Crocodile flinched at the sound of his voice. 'What a cutie…and such a nice ass.'
Shooting one last glare over his shoulder at Doflamingo, who had kept his word and not moved from his spot, Crocodile opened the door. Part of him was worried why the flamingo had let him go so easily, but anything had to be better than sticking around to find out. Even succumbing to a trap would be better than lying down and accepting an unwanted fate.
Uncrossing his legs, Doflamingo leaned forward to rest his head against his hand, which was propped up on one of his knees. He wasn't too upset at his playmates departure. Certain measures had been taken to assure he could spend time with his prize.
'Nnn… poor Crocy. I guess he will come back when he finds out.'
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Crocodile shifted through the cold interior of the metal ship, hardly making a sound as he whisked over the floors in sand form. He had only seen a few crew members, running through the ships interior at top speed, but they were too preoccupied to notice a cloud of sand shifting by discreetly. Given his current state of dress, he rather not be seen by any lowly pirates roaming the vessel.
Menacing groans and creaks coming from the walls dominated what little noise was present in the seemingly abandoned interior. Something in the scarred warlords gut twisted. He was an experienced navigator before his time as a warlord, so he knew the signs of a storm. If his suspicions were correct, then most of Doflamingo's crew would be out on deck, fighting with the sails.
Finally reaching the large metal door that would take him to the ships surface, Crocodile reformed into a more solid state. Taking a deep breath, the golden-eyed man mentally prepared himself for the worst case scenario. His remaining hand grasped onto the metal handle, turning it slowly.
The door, pulled by the wind, was ripped out of his hand, and yanked itself open. In mere seconds Crocodile was drenched through by the rain, which hurtled out of the heavens in large droplets the size of a child's fist. Lightning flashing from above illuminated the deck of the ship, revealing Doflamingo's crew swarming over the deck purposefully.
One of the crew members actually stopped what they were doing upon seeing Crocodile, a warlord, who appeared to be clad in nothing but one of his boss's shirt and a tie. As they made eye contact, a huge wave had the massive vessel tilting dangerously to the side. While Crocodile was able to brace himself against the doorframe, the crewmember was not, and began sliding across the deck.
Crocodile watched, an incredulous expression playing on his face, as the unfortunate man, who was in a wide eyed daze upon seeing Crocodile of all people, slid across the deck on his feet, only to hit the ship's side, and cartwheel rather comically over the ships railing. For a moment the only sounds audible was the ship groaning, the rain hammering against the deck, the thunder booming high overhead and of course the yell of surprise by the man plummeting towards the sea.
"Man over board!"
'No shit.' Taking one last glance at the crew scurrying through the heavy downpour, the pale skinned warlord irritably slammed the door closed behind him as he ventured back into the ship. Water dripped off of his drenched form, forming small puddles on the floor that seemed to make his defeat all the much worse. Defeat, because there was no way he could escape in these conditions. That feather brained idiot seemed to have some sense after all. Or maybe it had just been pure luck. Either way he is stuck here.
Combing back a few loose strands of wet hair that had fallen in his face with his fingers, Crocodile reluctantly made his way deeper into the ship. The pattering of his wet feet was loud in the vacant hallways, and more than once he had nearly slipped to the floor as the storm kept churning the waves below. He wasn't even sure where he was going. Well, he might have been, but the thought of willingly returning to a certain flamingo was too painful to even consider, let alone admit.
Goosebumps soon manifested on his ashen skin as the air chilled his soaked form. In an attempt to keep warm, the warlord tried rubbing his remaining hand over his opposite arm, but despite his efforts he began shivering uncontrollably. He tried picking up his pace, hoping the increase in activity would heat things up, but still he didn't seem to be getting any warmer. When his teeth started chattering together, Crocodile knew something was not right. It was not necessarily cold inside, but he was not getting any warmer. It was almost like he was still…coldblooded.
Suddenly a low groan echoed through the entire vessel. It was the warning signal as the ship began dangerously tilting back in a steep angle from a particularly large wave. Crocodile's bare wet feet didn't stand a chance against the smooth floor, and he soon found himself slipping. A pained gasp escaped him as he ungracefully landed on his ass. But it didn't stop there. The steep angle of the ship soon had him skyrocketing down the hall.
Inwardly Crocodile was thinking 'Oh shit!' But it did not translate on the outside. Instead it took the form of a loud surprised yell as his wet form was sent sliding down the hallway. Doorways whisked by him at alarming speeds. He tried to grab onto anything to stop his dangerous velocity, but with just one hand, which was too slippery, it was impossible.
Finally his sliding came to an abrupt end when one of his hips and sides made contact with a wall at the end of the hallway with a loud crack. The impact effectively winded him, all of the air from his lungs making a rapid exit. Stars danced across his graying vision. Crocodile squeezed his eyes shut and hissed as a steady ache emitted from his side. He lay on the floor in a daze, unconsciously curling in on himself from both the pain and the increasing cold.
His topaz eyes snapped open as the ship began leaning to his right, already starting to send him down the new hallway that branched off from the last one. However this hallway ended in a narrow stairwell, which wrapped around a few times until it met the next floor. Crocodile managed to completely fly over the first set of steps thanks to his speed, but crashed into the wall, sliding down to the floor with an annoyed groan spilling from his lips.
He was being tossed around like a rag doll; a slippery ragdoll with one hand. Not often did the proud warlord find himself consciously regretting the loss of his limb, but this occasion was definitely an exception. Crocodile managed to wedge himself in the tight stairwell, bracing his back again one wall and planting his feet against the opposite. Sure, someone could find him in this embarrassing location, state of dress, and position, but it beat skidding across the floors like a total hapless idiot.
Tucking his amputated wrist against his side, and bracing the other on the stairs, Crocodile settled into the tight corner. However, he was shivering violently. This cold metal stairwell was cold and sucked away at the remainder of his precious body heat. Being a man of the desert, this temperature was an opposite extreme that bordered on torture. Even his breath staggered at the shock of cold as if in disbelief of the apparent lack of warmth.
It was just like when he had been in reptilian form in his underwater office, only there was no one to save him this time. Not that he, Sir Crocodile, needed saving - definitely not. Even though it was only a matter of time before his body completely shut down and went into mass organ failure. No, he was completely fine - or not. Darkening vision and slow labored breathing was undeniably a bad sign. At least the ship was finally starting to stop titling, or was it? Suddenly he couldn't feel very much at all. Every last bit of his senses was fading into nothing. There was only the sound of someone calling him.
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Doflamingo had waited at least a good twenty minutes in his room, which was quite a feat considering. It only took about ten, maybe fifteen minutes on foot to reach the main deck at a leisurely walk, so the absence of his little gator had prompted him to go searching for his missing man. His long legs easily carried him through the long passageways, taking the blond ever closer to the upper levels.
All of Doflamingo's thoughts and energy were revolving around that certain man. As the tall warlord rapidly overtook a twisting staircase, he was floored when the object of his affections was dripping wet and half unconscious in that very stairwell. Doflamingo was sure his hearing was average, but even he could hear the chattering of Crocodile's teeth. His cute little nose had gone red from the cold too.
Encourage by the opportunity, which had seemingly presented itself on a silver platter, well steel staircase, Doflamingo climbed up the last steps and knelt down to pick up his prize. That's when he noticed the golden-eyed man was not really looking at him, and his pallid lips were starting to turn blue. As the teeth chattering came to a stop, Doflamingo took hold of the other man's cold shoulders with his hands, roughly shaking him as he shouted, "Oi! Crocodile! Hang on!"
His heart leapt inside of his chest as the smaller male turned his bleary gaze on him, blinking several times like he was trying to stay awake. "That's it hold on," Doflamingo encouraged while he scooped the sodden man into his arms. Hooking one arm under Crocodile's knees, and the other across his back, the blond supported his damp head on his bare shoulder. It felt like he had picked up an ice man, not a sand man.
"Do…flamingo…?" Crocodile murmured, barely keeping his eyes open long enough to even say that. His body felt like it was burning. It was strange after he had been so cold- was still so cold. It would be so much easier to fall asleep when he was so tired, and everything was fading into black anyway. A nap wouldn't hurt.
"Yes! That's right!" Doflamingo perked up, only to squawk in surprise as the pale man fainted in his arms. Maybe that wasn't the best choice of words, since he was not on Crocodiles list of favorite people, yet. He pressed the chilly man closer to his bare chest, trying to lend him a bit of warmth. The difference of their body temperatures was startling. Bolting through the hallways, regardless of the churning storm, the blond warlord rushed to warm his reptile man before it was too late.
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Groaning, Crocodile frowned, squeezing his eyes shut tighter against the burning sensation. It felt like his blood had been replaced with a smoldering fire that brought heat to his toes and up to his cheeks, revolving around his brain like thick goo. Each of his cells were lighting up from their cold slumber into activity once more. While it was nice after nearly freezing to death, somehow the fluttering heat that rushed through his system was unbearable after the cold. His entire body ached, pulsing like one big heartbeat, and his brain seemed to be trying to wade itself out of a heavy fog straight back into overdrive attempting to process all the sensations.
'Did my heart always beat that fast?' No matter how much the warlord writhed or squirmed, nothing seemed to alleviate the tingly feeling that erupted whenever a concentrated point of heat pressed against his skin. It blossomed out like a heated drop landing in a pool, sending ripples radiating out inside of his veins. Shuddering, Crocodile bit his lower lip as something warm grazed over his stomach, tracing along each of the hills and valleys of his abdominals, and up his chest.
Liquid heat suddenly brushed against one of Crocodile's nipples, causing the pale skinned man to draw in a sharp gasp of an inhale. Something hot slithered over that peak of his chest, its slightly rough texture dragging over the golden-eyed man's bud, leaving behind a wetness that was rapidly chilled by the air. Several different points of pressure danced along his sides, alternating from feather light to soothing strokes that had his muscles quiver in anticipation. Crocodile's eyebrows furrowed in distress as he moved his arms to try and fend off whatever was sending his body into an electrical fire.
His left arm was fine, the amputated stub knocking against something smooth, boney and hot. However, when he tried to move his right arm something dug into his wrist, keeping his hand above his head. No matter how hard he twisted and pulled on his right hand, it remained fixated above his head. This is when Crocodile first realized something was terribly amiss besides that engulfing heat. When an all too familiar obnoxious chuckle sounded above him the purple-haired warlord felt his stomach drop through the floor as his eyes finally snapped wide open. Crocodile was too stunned, or maybe horrified, to have Donflamingo leaning over him to do anything more than stare. Not only was the blond idiot invading his personal space, but he was molesting his damned chest! His naked chest! 'What the hell!?' Of course this thought never actually became vocalized; because Crocodile's elegant tongue was for once rendered speechless, though not for long. A certain flamingo was going to pay…
"Doflamingo…" Crocodile growled, pupils narrowing into thin slits, as his initial shock making a switch into outrage. After attempting to move his remaining hand again, the purple-haired warlord once again was made aware of its strange immobility. Tilting his head to look back at it, his eyes widened at the sight of his own tie wrapped around his wrist and tied to the bedframe.
'Kinky.' Though, not the good type of kinky according to the pale warlord, who was tied to the bed of a psychopath flamingo.
"Fufufufu~! Welcome back sugar gator," Doflamingo purred, temporarily sitting up from his ravishing and licking to eye up his reawakened prey. His tied up treat was laid out on top of his feather coat, the pink feathery wisps framing the pale and muscular form so nicely, with Crocodile's soaked shirt opened to reveal the chiseled torso. 'He should really stop wearing those drab old man suits,' the blond thought as he ran his long tongue over his lips. 'Or just wear nothing at all. Yeah, that would be good.' Fucking this man on his favorite coat…well, he would love his coat even more after this.
'Dammit…was he taking advantage of me while I was asleep?!' Though, it might have hurt his pride a bit with the thought that he, a man, and a warlord of the seas, would be preyed on like this. Even if he happened to be being stalked by an overgrown and dangerous flamingo, he is still a man! He isn't the type of person Doflamingo should even be thinking about taking advantage of! Crocodile isn't about to have that even for a second. In a dangerous rumble from the pits of his chest, he practically hissed, "What the hell do you think you are doing?"
With an innocent smile, surprising for a man who is far from innocent, the blond warlord sheepishly answered, "Warming you up?" As delicious looking as his little reptile man is, he rather the older man retained a normal enough body temperature to be considered among the living. 'You do look tempting as always though, spicy or cold.'
"Warming me up has nothing to do with this," Crocodile growled, his temper rising at the poor excuse this damned flamingo had come up with.
Doflamingo absentmindedly trailed one of his fingers along the pale warlord's belly, ignoring the glare that caused in favor of pouting at the older man. "But this will warm you up, and if I don't you will freeze to death." He had been trying to save his favorite coldblooded man's life, and coincidentally explore the tempting man's body while he was at it. Multitasking had never felt so good.
"And just why the hell did you think pawing all over me was the way to do it?" Though of course Crocodile knew Doflamingo had a challenge doing anything normally. It was only logical that this psychotic and perverted flamingo had managed to think of this. Still he felt the need to ask, since the blond had made no move to let him go or back off despite his protests.
A smile slowly stretches its way across the tall warlords tanned face, his sunglasses shining to match it. "Because I love you, and those funny voices said that if I don't have sex with you, you would end up a coldblooded croco pop." The voices hadn't really said they needed to have sex, but that seemed the easiest, and enjoyable, way to both take care of Crocodiles pride and the whole heat issue. His reptile man didn't need to know about that minor detail though…
Every single word that came out of that moronic birdbrain's mouth sounded like ignoramus bull shit, like always. Though it didn't stop the faint blush on Crocodiles pale features when Doflamingo just continued to spit out love confessions, and he just implied that they would have sex, them; two men. That reasoning somehow succeeded in bothering him far more than those voices the sunglass wearing blond had mentioned. "…Like hell they did," the older warlord growled, glaring at the other man with a dangerous threat held behind his topaz gaze. There is also no way he would believe the man was capable of feeling anything more that lust. He is very dearly tempted to slam his fist into the arrogant face when Doflamingo's grin only got wider, well if he wasn't tied up. However, that would let the flamingo know he had gotten to him, and he didn't want the younger man to have any sense of victory.
'Ah…oops he figured it out. Ohwell.' Still his smile never wavered, only increasing in intensity. He isn't going to even attempt at denying it, because this is the best way to think of to save his crocodile man. "Croco chan~. Just let me take care of you. I promise to make it good, and I won't hurt you." It might hurt at first, but Doflamingo is confident he could make up for that in pleasure.
"No." The older man deadpanned, his face slowly twisting into one of rage at this barefaced display of idiocy in its finest. "I don't sleep with random idiots, and especially not men," he sneered, perhaps trying to assert control over the situation when he had none by displaying a baseless confidence. His pride wouldn't allow him to play nice just because he was in a problematic position.
A pout formed on the blondes tanned features, more than a strange expression on the normally smiling man. Planting his chin on the center of Crocodiles chiseled pale chest, he spoke in what might be taken as a genuine sincere tone. "It's not random Croco chan. Ever since I first saw you when you first joined the warlords; I have always been watching you."
This serious response was far from what the purple-haired warlord had been expecting. If he was stunned before, Crocodile is shocked stupid by now. Well not so stupid, because he still could make sense of what Doflamingo is saying, and even calculate what seemed like true honesty, though those sunglass covered eyes revealed nothing but a mauve lensed reflection. It could easily be a lie for all he knew, and he isn't willing to put his trust in this feathered imbecile; he isn't that stupid. Before he can be creeped out by the flamingo admitting to his observation habits, the blonde continued.
"For years I waited, hoping that maybe you would come around by yourself and admit you like me too." Doflamingo hadn't missed the sidelong looks, or the far off stares that somehow came from the smaller warlord. It might look like harmless or innocent daydreaming, but he was sure he saw something in those topaz colored orbs. "Now I am tired of waiting. I want you to be mine, Crocodile…"
'I-it isn't like that!' Heat rose to Crocodile's ashen face as his name is practically purred out, an undeniable lust rumbling with that dark voice. Doflamingo hardly sounded human, more of an animal, with that low timbre hinting at a long held desire. "You are insane! The only thing I would like about you is if you kindly dropped dead!" He growled in irritation, teeth clenched in a snarl. Seriously, this moron kept spouting the crassest nonsense. How dare to utter the suggestion that he remotely even liked him? That just isn't true! There is no way in hell!
Tensing as those large hands start to reach for him again, he frantically squirms backwards, managing to sit up against the headboard with his wrist still tied to the bedframe. Knees drawing up to his chest to protect his nudity and ready to kick out, he tries to wiggle his wrist out from being tied, but apparently this feathered brained asshole knows how to tie a knot. Eyes locked on Doflamingo, he growled, a warning look in his eyes, but it didn't look like that idiot blond can take a hint.
"You can't run away from me sugar gator," Doflaming rumbled, his lensed eyes never once leaving his tempting treat. 'Though, you are turning me on so if you must you can certainly try to escape.' In reality the poor sandman didn't stand a chance of slipping away. As he leaned in closer, a grin remaining on his face even as the smaller warlord kicked out, aiming for his face, he deftly caught a troublemaker ankle in his grasp.
'This arrogant bastard…!' Inwardly fuming, the pale skinned man kicked out, aiming for that infuriating grinning face when the flamingo still kept invading his space. However with his ankle now caught, a brief spike of dread at having two of is usable limbs now captured. He isn't just going to sit here and let this pink feathered asshole have his way with him! Pulling with his on the headboard to lift himself up a bit, Crocodile used his remaining leg, and with a powerful push kicked the smug head straight in the face.
'That stung a bit.' Luckily Doflamingo avoided getting his precious sunglasses broken, tilting his head slight to the side so the heel of that foot impacted his cheekbone below one of the color lenses. "Tsk tsk, such a naughty and wild gator," he chided as he wrapped both of his arms around those trashing legs, hugging them both tightly against his side. Now without Crocodile trying to hide behind those powerful limbs, he could once again fully enjoy the sight of the other man at his mercy.
Crocodile could feel those eyes shamelessly roaming over his naked form, every private inch of skin hungrily being explored by that predator lurking behind those mauve colored sunglasses. No matter how he twisted or squirmed, that piece of cloth digging painfully into his wrist, he couldn't get out of Doflamingo's hold. He felt painfully exposed. His wet shirt clung to his back and sides like a second skin, the damp feathers below caressing his back left his powers basically useless. He didn't even want to think he is powerless, but between his devil fruit ability nullified, most of his limbs locked down, only his amputated arm free, and his hook removed that is coming pretty close to the truth. The worst is that blond idiot would not stop staring; another man looking at him like he is edible. Against his will he found himself blushing, the skin along his stitched scar betraying him with a tinge of pink ghosting over his nose and cheeks. "Let go," he snarled out, not willing to give in yet.
'You look so delicious, my cute croco chan…' To the tall sunglass wearing warlord, the blush on those normally stoic features is inviting, and unbelievably cute. Even the struggling is turning him on. Muscles rippled under the smooth, pale skin in waves, the powerful body under his control. There is no more hiding from him, every part of Crocodile is his to admire. 'Don't worry. I will warm you right up.'
Doflamingo maneuvered the pale legs in his hold till he could tuck them under one of his long arms, keeping them pinned to his side, freeing up his other hand. Deliberately running the edge of a fingernail down the middle of those abdominals, dragging it across the pale skin, a white trail follows its path, slowly turning red. He drank in the shudders coming from the tense warlord, seeing the subtle movement and feeling it through his exploring finger. Ever so slowly, he traced the rim of the belly button, continuing his downward descent till he could scrape his nail teasingly through the dark, almost black, beginnings of the happy trail framing that pale asset.
Topaz eyes riveted on the blond man's progression, all Crocodile can do is watch, unable to turn into sand let alone move his limbs, save for his useless left arm. That hand roaming down his stomach makes it do uncomfortable flip flops and twists, his chest tightening in an uncommon emotion; anxiety. He is helpless. His weakness exposed and being exploited. A man is touching him… an insane man. That and he thought it would be disgusting. Why isn't it disgusting? It should be disgusting because Crocodile is sure he has never liked or been attracted to a man ever. He growls again, unsuccessfully struggling harder to break free as that sole finger draws dangerously near to his manhood. "Doflamingo… Let me go. Now."
A toothy grin splits his face, the light catching off his sunglasses as he looks up into the irritated dark haired man's face. "Nah… Croco chan, you seem to forget you are not the one in control right now." Shifting so he is laying on his stomach, leaning on his elbow with the legs trapped underneath, he smirks up at the scarred warlord. "I'll take the best care of you. Just enjoy sugar gator."
Before Crocodile can ever retort, he gasps sharply, gritting his teeth when those skilled fingers dip lowers, fondling his pale sack. 'Shit…' The flamingo's smirk only widened, clearly enjoying any reaction pried from the stoic man. He is determined to keep quiet though, biting on the inside of his lip as those hot digits roll around that sensitive flesh between them. Back tensing, he tries to pull his body out of Doflamingo's hold by tugging on his wrist bound to the headboard, but the damned flamingo just drags him further away from the headboard, pinning him down with his body. When he opens his mouth to protest or at least curse the taller warlord tightens his grip on him, sharp teeth nipping on the inside of his thigh. His jaws to snap right back shut as he forces a groan to stay inside of his chest, twitching as a hot tongue soothes the positively stinging wound right after those pearly whites.
"Ohh… looks like someone is enjoying himself," Doflamingo drawled smugly, not missing the reptilian man's slowly growing arousal, and just with this little bit of attention. A little more and he would have his tasty treat hooked.
An embarrassed yet furious flush spanned across his face, amber discs burning holes into the taller warlord as Crocodile snapped, "I am a man dammit, of course I am going to respond when you touch me there, baka!" It is a perfectly natural reaction… Doflamingo certainly has nothing to do with it!
"Mmm… should I touch you somewhere else then?" The blond man asked rhetorically with a smirk. "So sensitive…" ,he cooed, pursing his lips, highly amused and delight with the reactions, well besides that kick to the face, but he did appreciate the feistiness .
"No, just stop touching m- ahhh…" To the golden eyed man's horror, a low moan escaped him, the huge hand wrapping around his half hard member insanely hot. Locking his jaw, he shuddered, warm flurries spiraling up from his groin when the taller warlord only increased his efforts after a moment's hesitation. If he kept doing this he is going to… 'No way… I can't come from a man's touch…'
Blinking as a small, yet beautiful sound emits from the dark-haired man, Doflamingo swallowed his own saliva, his own arousal twitching eagerly inside of his pants. 'Dammit Croco chan that isn't fair…! Being so sexy and all you do is deny me when you are clearly enjoying it!' Of course wanting to hear more of Crocodiles tones filled with lust, he diligently increased his efforts, swiping the pad of his thumb over the head of the paler man's erections. With almost childish curiosity, he observed how a bead of precum welled up from the slit with a very obvious pulse from the flesh throbbing in his hand. 'I think I'll have a taste of my sweet croco man.'
Writhing and squirming, his legs twitch when the puppeteer's calloused thumb grazed the head of his arousal, sending a jolt leaping away from his stomach and into his chest. Firmly biting on the inside of his lip, Crocodile tried to shut his eyes to keep the pleasure at bay, but that only seemed to make things worse. Suddenly something hotter than Doflamingo's hand ran up alongside the smaller warlord's shaft, it's rough texture eliciting a pleasure that had his eye snap open, back arching, and toes curling, a staggered moan rolling from his parted lips.
'Holy shit…! Hot damn! Oda's crack! He is so sexy dammit! So fucking hot… you sly crocodile bastard! ' Doflamingo inwardly cursed in a steam as his manhood twitched eagerly at Crocodiles irresistible reactions, flicking his tongue once more across the weeping taunt head. He didn't pause in his treatment, following up and aiming to send the precious little reptile man over the edge as soon as possible. Gripping the base of the erection with his long finger, he gently pulled up, wrapping his lips around the top to carefully suck at the heated flesh. Smirking around his mouthful as he hummed, his lensed covered eyes stared intently at the pale warlord, reveling as he watched the other man come undone right before his eyes.
Crocodile couldn't stand it anymore. That wet liquid heat surrounding his tempting heat, strong fingers lightly stroking his shaft, and that goddamned wonderful sucking from the feathered bastard… he is losing his mind. When that suction sharply increases, those cheeks hollowing out till Doflamingo releases him with a pop, the cool air that hits his spit slicked arousal sends him into sweet oblivion. "Ha aahh…" A breathy moan breaks free from his disbelieving chest, spine arching and locking up, each of his topaz hued eyes fluttering shut when he climaxes. Only when it's rushed through, leaving him a shuddering heap on the feathers below him, do his senses come back to him.
Watching that blissed out expression on Crocodiles face, he blinked, slightly flinching as hot white splashed against his face, spattering against his favorite glasses. At least he got to see that hot mess before his delicious treat spurted out his essence. Licking his lips, a smile stretching across his face, he carefully removed his trademark glasses. Wiping the mauve lens off on the bed sheet, he leaned over Crocodile, placing the trademark items on the bedside table.
Chest heaving up and down as he catches his breath, he drapes his amputated arm across his face, hiding his blushing features. How could he come from another man, and from Doflamingo of all people? Feeling his arm dragged away from his face, he tenses, eyes popping wide open, wary the feathered bastard would touch him again. Crocodile freezes, riveted to the spot by the other man. For once those stupid glasses were off. He is surprised to find them a soft pink color; like the new baby girl's room color of soft pink, or the shade of a cherry blossom. For such a dangerous man his eyes are actually… pretty.
"Fufufufu… like what you see sugar gator?" Doflamingo purred, settling to rest on his side next to the dark-haired man. Ostensibly he ignored how Crocodile scooted slightly away from him, and propped his elbow on the bed, resting his head on his open palm. 'You should have seen yourself! So sweet and adorable! … Soon you will be all mine.'
Warily keeping his eyes on the larger man settling down next to him, inwardly he tenses, keeping on alert for any more flamingo nonsense. When the blond didn't do anything besides spout off more garbage, he scowled, but remained silent. What exactly did you say to the man who just pleasured, well more like assaulted, you? Frankly Crocodile is pissed off, both at the flamingo and himself.
Lips forming a pout when his sugar gator remained silent, the taller warlord shrugged his shoulders, and mused out loud, "Silence means yes." With that said, he used a long arm to draw Crocodile closer to his bare chest, ignoring his throbbing problem for now. For the man to stay silent like this, Doflamingo can already tell the reptilian man's pride is definitely wounded. He wants to humble his treat, not humiliate him. 'I love you too much to do that to you, maybe you will realize that, my sweet croco chan.' Snuggling up to the pale man, a faint smile on his face, he slowly breaths in Crocodiles enticing around before letting that breath out in a pleased sigh.
Breath stilling in his chest as that powerful arm draws him closer to the large and warm body, he forgets to breathe as he waits for Doflaming to do something, anything. Crocodile is no idiot and he knows what that bulge in the flamingo's gaudy pants is, and it is only natural for any man to want to act on it. Surprisingly nothing happens, well besides the blond snuggling up to him like an overgrown cat. For several long moments he remains tense, only the relaxed and slow breaths from the other man disturbing the silence and occasional groans from the storm outside. He finds his muscles beginning to get stiff and sore from remaining on hyper alert, so grudgingly Crocodile relaxes. Studying the sleeping man's face, he rests his head on the pillow, watching the muscular tanned chest move up and down.
Doflamingo is a perfectly attractive male, he will give him that. But why would the attractive warlord bother with him? There are plenty of women out there he could court. It didn't make sense. Many things didn't make sense with this particular man.
Eventually after an unknown period of time, the rocking ship and peaceful quiet lulled Crocodile. The soft feathers cool with rainwater contrasted with the warm chest arm hugging him close, and he even forgot to get mad for being treated like an overgrown teddy bear. His eyelids became heavy, weighing themselves down like lead as they gradually slipped shut despite his several attempts to keep them open. Not even the wind whistling around the ship could disturb him not, the pale warlord's body slipping under that warm blanket of sleep.