A/N: HEY PEEPS. DID YOU MISS ME? Sorry I took so long. Took me some time to get settled into my new house. Anyways this chapter makes up for it. FAIR WARNING, This is one of the many slutty chapters I have planned (Although, I think I took it easy on this one). Lots and lots of sex are coming your way. Enjoyyyy.
CHAPTER 7: Rendezvous
Law picked up their plates as Bellamy, Penguin and Cyne went on and about their business. They waved good-bye and promised to meet again around dinner. He motioned for Crocodile to follow him. The older man rose to his feet, trailing behind Law.
When they arrived in the kitchen, they were surprised to see that it was empty. Monet had left a note on the fridge saying:
To all you hungry bastards,
It's probably noon about now. You were lucky enough to have breakfast since I am nursing a killer headache and I am tired as fuck. I could care less if you all starved to death or not. Luckily, I prepared something for all of you to eat during dinner. Forget lunch, you mongrels do not deserve it. Partying all the way until dawn and leaving your filth behind for me to clean. Who the fuck do you people think I am? If I were not so tired, you would all be made into a new winter island. With that being said, IF I HEAR ANY NOISE, you are all dead. All of you, especially you Law. I'm sure you'll have something to do with any sort of commotion.
Also, wash your own dishes, or I will freeze your fingers and serve them as breakfast sausages tomorrow.
-Monet
"Nice." Crocodile chuckled to himself. He could not come up with a more fitting word for her threat.
"She automatically assumes I'd be the cause of any problem." Law rolled his eyes, dumped the plates into the sink, and turned to face the older male.
"She says wash your own dishes right over here." Crocodile pointed at the note.
"These aren't my dishes." Law stuck his tongue out at the warlord before turning back to the sink and rinsing off the plates.
Crocodile waited until the teen was on his last one before he made his move. His arms encircled Law's waist as he rested his head on top of the tangled dark hair. "Done yet?"
"I'm almost done." The shorter male rushed in order to finish the dishes.
The violet-haired male kept his embrace spacious and casual. He was not feeling too impatient. In fact, he could have waited until night. However, what was so bad about now?
Law placed the last dish to dry; he then dried his hands and turned so he was now facing the warlord. He placed his hands on the older man's shoulder and studied his expression. "Finished."
"I noticed." Crocodile lowered his head and pressed his lips against the softer ones, and again much more brutal than last night. He did not bother sticking his tongue into Law's mouth, ending the kisses quickly.
Law looked up at the older male slyly; there was aggressiveness he did not recognize. "I thought you said later." Not bothering to wait for a reply, he stretched on his toes, in order to reach the other male's lips; those kisses were not satisfying at all.
The violet-haired male grabbed Law's hips and smashed them against his own, his lips found Law's again and this time he allowed the teen to prolong the kiss. Their tongues swirled together no longer fighting for dominance but seeking more passion and heat. Crocodile's neck was starting to kill him; his simple solution was picking Law up. He placed his hands on the raven-haired male's ass before lifting him to his level.
"What are you doing?" the teen managed through breaths. He wrapped his legs around the warlord's waist to ensure he would not fall.
"My neck was beginning to hurt." He smirked as the younger male tightened his arms and legs around him.
"Pain bothers you?" Law nicked Crocodile's bottom lip with his teeth; his tongue ran over the scarlet liquid seeping from the wound.
"Not at all." The older male grinned as he sucked his own blood off Law's lips. The blood only excited him further as if his confining pants did not suggest this. He rocked his hips against the teen's in a steady rhythm, his grip on the younger male tightened as he held him close to the point where there was not a whisper of space between them.
Law's own erection was deliciously sandwiched between the two of them. "Don't… you dare stop… this time." He managed to say between gasps.
"I wasn't planning to." Crocodile muttered into the crook of Law's neck. He did not feel like they should prolong this any longer. If his cock grew any larger, his natural instincts would take over.
As soon as the violet-haired male stopped moving, Law exerted a whole deal of stillness. "Well?" he glared at the older male in sheer annoyance.
Crocodile could not help but laugh at Law's disgruntled expression. "Did you really think we could fuck in the kitchen without being found out?"
"The odds of someone walking in are probable, although that's what makes this more... exciting." Stormy half-lidded eyes sized up his current partner, a half smirk formed upon his lips as he took advantage of Crocodile's hesitation. He kissed him hard bruising his own lips in the process, giving the older male no chances to contemplate.
"Law!" he managed after a few seconds.
"Not listening." Law ignored him and trailed his sanguine tongue across the older male's jaw line. "Mm… tell me, what's wrong with the kitchen?"
Crocodile tilted his chin upwards, giving Law better purchase to his flesh. "Anyone can walk in, however I want to bend you over this counter and thrust myself in and out of you. Imagine the things I would whisper in your ear as your inner walls squeezed my cock. I would only give you minimum attention until the room is full with your desperate pleas, only then would I give it to you like the beast I am. The only problem is I am the only one that is going to see you in such a form. So tell me, whose room is closer, yours or mine?"
Law was stunned and burning more than ever, he had stopped his ministration on the older male's neck and wondered why the hell he was going to tell him which room was nearest when the counter sounded like the best fuck he would ever have. "I don't want to hear about what you want to do, tell me what you're going to do."
"Che. Bend right over here" Crocodile lowered Law towards the ground. "Isn't that what you want?" he said as he leaned the teen over the counter.
Law laughed under his breath as he complied with the older man's request. "Something like that." His hands splayed against the counter, keeping him steady. He exhaled loudly as Crocodile pushed him into the counter, leaving his body pressed uncomfortably against the island counter and the warlord's muscles.
"Just kidding." Crocodile removed himself from Law's personal space.
"What—" Law protested as he was cut off.
"I told you, not in here. Follow me." Crocodile grabbed one of the teen's hands, spun him around, and took him away from the kitchen.
Law rolled his eyes in annoyance, as he was lead away without his own approval. He looked around as he was being pulled along the hallway. "Where are we going?" he murmured as they breezed past Crocodile's quarters, his own were on the other side of the ship.
"We're just about here." The older male walked a few more doors down and stopped in front of a locked door. He used his free hand to pull out a set of keys from his pocket. He unlocked the door and gestured for Law to follow him in.
The tanned male frowned. The room was pitch black, he could not see much, in spite of the large amount of light illuminating the doorframe.
"I can never find this damn light switch. Check the wall beside you." Crocodile patted the wall on the right side of the door.
Law smiled in the dark. "It's because you're searching too high. Most of us aren't as tall as you." The teen placed his hand on the same wall and flicked on the light switch. "See?"
"Ah." He stared at the switch that was about a foot and a half from where he was looking.
Law closed the door behind them, and admired the room. He has never been in here before. It appeared to be some kind of office. It was in Crocodile's spectrum of taste, which was not a surprise. The room itself was a wine-red, with a large mahogany desk as the main piece; other bits of furniture were various shades of brown. The teen's eyebrows furrowed as he spied the chocolate lounging sofa. There were two options, no make that three, the desk, floor or sofa. Although Law was sure, sullying the plush cream carpeting was not an option. "Your room would be more suitable."
"I agree with you." Crocodile looped an arm around Law's waist and walked behind his desk. He used a different key from the set and opened a lock on the wall. He used his other hand to push against the wall, which opened given the fact that it was really a door without a knob.
Law's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the room. A hidden room inside of a room he had never heard about. He laughed in disbelief. "This is yours?" It was almost as large as Doflamingo's.
"This is the bedroom that is mine when I am on this ship." The warlord glanced down at the teen's unruly hair. He breathed slow and steadily as he allowed Law to admire his space. It was fortunate that his years had allowed him to advance in the art of waiting. He was still impulsive as ever but able to control them at the same time. "Before you came to stay here, I was around much more often. That other room we were in earlier is just somewhere that people assume I use. Only Doflamingo and his minion know of this one."
The tanned male nodded. Of course, a close friend who had been around would have a place like this on the ship. The question was why he was only hearing of him now. "Why did you stop?" Law studied the older male carefully. He watched as Crocodile's eyes changed imperceptibly. Emotions flickered fast and suddenly, the teen was not able to pick nothing apart besides the last one, which was clearly hostile.
"Nothing significant." He gestured.
"Are you sure?" Law positioned himself right in front of Crocodile, so he was directly in his sight. His lips broke into his favorite half smile as he ran his hand up the arm hanging onto his waist. "Because I think there's more to it."
Crocodile pulled the slender male against himself; he lowered his head so that he could be heard if he whispered. "Don't tell me you thought you could get a little something out of me with just that?"
He placed his arms on Crocodile's shoulder and increased his height with the tip of his toes, "And if I did?" Law tried the older male out.
The warlord nipped the younger male's lips with his own. "Then I apologize for giving you the impression that it would be so easy."
"I do love challenges." The gray-eyed male's half-lidded eyes smoldered, while he intentionally pressed himself onto the older male.
"Maybe you can get it out of me, which is if I am thoroughly sated."
"We have all day for satisfaction." Law's arms automatically dropped as he slinked away from Crocodile. He bit his smile back seeing that he caught his attention. He only had one destination in mind and that was the grand mass of black silky sheets covering the equally grand bed with its massive onyx posts.
"I believe so." The tall male mirrored every step Law took. He could not shake the feel of predator and prey. He chuckled under his breath. Was he the predator or the prey?
Law stopped backing away when his legs bumped the edge of the bed. "So tell me-" the teen stopped mid-sentence given the fact that the air was knocked out of his lungs when Crocodile shoved him into the bed.
"You talk too much Law; let your body do the speaking from now on." Crocodile towered above the male. His fingers grazed the teen's lips. As he said this, he applied enough pressure to bruise them. "You're much cuter when you are silent." He smirked to himself.
Law cast him scornful looks and sank his teeth into a long pale finger with enough force to make anyone cry. He has certain issues, plenty of them. When someone tells him not to talk, anger is a natural reflex. A bad one he will admit it. Some things were, beaten into him at a young age. His eyes widened when he realized he almost bit the man's finger off. The teen's concerned eyes met Crocodile's lethal golden ones. He screwed up.
Crocodile did not blink, flinch nor cry out in pain. The older male grabbed a fistful of raven locks and leered at the alarmed expression on the teen's face. "If you were anyone else Trafalgar, if you had meant nothing to Doflamingo, had I no interest in you; this would have been your last breath. Are you aware of that?"
He cringed internally as he met the callous eyes burning into his own. "I am." Law held the hand with the injured finger; he cautiously put it back in his mouth giving it a few warm licks and kisses. "I didn't measure nor consider my actions. I believe it's in your best interest to forgive me." He clutched the older man's hand tighter, a small pout formed on his lips while he stared at the nasty teeth marks he left on the poor index finger. Luckily, Crocodile seemed more of a right-handed person than left.
Crocodile's glaring eyes softened quite a bit despite his initial anger. He was being melodramatic but then again, a sharp pain does that to anyone. It is that feeling you get when someone slaps you across your face. Would you not you feel like getting even? Worse, you want them to receive double-fold. That was what the warlord considered. However, Crocodile was never one for returning equally or twice as much. He simply preferred delivering death and calling it a day. With all the aging and experience, he has gain; his anger still spreads like a wildfire with any given chance. Che. He thought about killing Law for a brief moment. Then again, he is glad the kid changed his mind. "If I said you should apologize with your body and I might consider it… would you bite me again?" Crocodile raised an eyebrow.
Law smiled smugly. "Not as hard."
"Good." The older male murmured as his long fingers set on to removing Law and his own offending clothing. He quickly disposed of the yellow sweater that covered the teen's upper body. He nodded in approval when Law's arms went above his head making the process much easier. His fingers went to his own shirt, quickly undoing the buttons. When he reached the third one, Law stopped his hands with his own.
"Wait a minute. Let me do this." The dark haired teen's nimble fingers set to work on the remaining buttons. He made sure his fingers brushed against the warlord's bare skin. He was practically jumping for joy when he felt Crocodile stiffen with his touch.
"Enough." Crocodile grasped Law's hands in one of his own. He peeled off the dress shirt and tossed it on the floor, switching hands when necessary.
With both of his hands immobilized, Law did not have many options. In this position, he was more or less vulnerable to anything Crocodile conducted; he believed he would have been in that position regardless. "Kiss me." He tilted his chin forward, anticipating another pair of lips on his own.
Crocodile lowered himself on top of the slender male. "Where do you want me to?" He grinned wickedly.
Law contemplated for only a second. He licked his lips slowly attracting Crocodile's attention towards them. "Everywhere." His legs wrapped around the older male's waist, tightly.
"We don't have that much time. Next time, I promise." Crocodile pressed his lips against Law's neck hastily, emphasizing what he said. He led a trail of rough, hot bites and kisses down the tanned collarbone. His tongue gave each nipple a slight bit of attention; his salacious tongue ran over them with very little purpose causing Law to whine at the lack of attention where he needs it. "Patience is rewarding." Crocodile muttered as he went further, although he was not sure if he was reassuring himself or the teen. He could barely hold himself back. Hell, he wanted to thrust himself inside of the slim male within the next few seconds.
Law's eyes were barely open; his breath was coming out in tiny gasps. Crocodile was being most cruel right now. His lips barely touched his skin, and when they did; there was not much contact. "We have… plenty of time." The dark-haired male's back arched when the warlord's tongue dipped into his navel.
Crocodile released Law's hands and unraveled his legs; they were simply in the way now. "I'm afraid not."
"You know you're a bastard right?" Law undid Crocodile's buckle, button and zipper. "And I'm beginning to develop a major dislike for you."
"Yeah? Maybe I should go shove my cock up someone else, while you wait for me to finish, come back in here, untie you from this bed and let you go." The older male smirked while returning the favor to Law. He tugged off the tight black pants effortlessly, leaving the teen in nothing but his underwear.
"Why don't you then? I am sure you can find more than one willing candidate. Hmm?" Law hooked the warlord's waistband with both of his hands; he used this as an advantage pulling the male right over him, skin on skin. His tongue traced lazy patterns on Crocodile's shoulder blade. "And the best part is you'd find me lying in your bed afterwards, aroused and half-crazed." He bit his lip to keep himself from uttering anything else quite lecherous. He did not want to give Crocodile any more ridiculous ideas after all.
Crocodile feigned interest Law's suggestion. He took a minute to consider his options. "You may be on to something Trafalgar. It would seem my appetite might be too much of a burden for you alone. I ought to find a few willing partners for the first, second and third round. Of course I'll come back for you when I am ready." His arrogant smirk met with an appalled expression.
The teen blinked several times, in an attempt to comprehend the madness he was hearing. Three rounds before him, three people before him, Hell. No. "I believe I said willing partner not partners." Law crossed his arms over his chest. He really hated older men, sincerely hated them.
Crocodile laughed humorously, when he took in Law's displeasure. "I'm only teasing. Besides you shouldn't be telling me peculiar suggestions that make you sulky." He gave the teen a long hard kiss. "You're the only one I want." His voice dropped to a mere whisper. He moved Law's arms from his chest and placed them to his side.
"Of course." Law muttered under his breath. His right hand slinked into Crocodile's pants so quickly; he did not see this coming. His fingers wrapped around the older man's erection, then gave a not so gentle squeeze. This earned him an audible groan. He set to work on giving himself a winning edge. His hand became slicker from pre-cum as he stroked and squeezed. He knew Crocodile near his limit after he switched from groaning silently to the string of profanities that left his mouth. His thumb cleverly rubbed over the head before running down his stiffness again.
The violet-haired male gritted his teeth and grabbed Law's wrist, holding his hand in place. "Not this way." It was difficult to stop Law willingly. Add that in with his willingness, very hard indeed.
"Isn't it strangling you, your need for release?" The teen fluttered his eyelashes coyly.
"Once you cum, I'll be able to. Take it off." Crocodile commanded in his deep voice laced with desire.
"I thought you'd never ask." The dark haired male slid his thumbs in his waistband and slowly slid his black briefs off, keeping eye contact with the warlord.
Once they were past his thighs, Crocodile's hands pulled them further down, chucking them somewhere on the floor. He took notice of the teen's weeping penis. Lengthy, cut, meticulously kept hair and throbbing. His right thumb swiped some precum off the tip; he placed his thumb directly in front of his lips while his tongue snaked out and licked the essence clean from his thumb. With his other hand, he reached into his back pocket and produced a bottle of an unknown liquid. "It's almond oil. Saliva is not going to do."
"How considerate of you." Law smiled earnestly. He was grateful for the man's consideration. He watched Crocodile poured a substantial amount into the palm of his hand, screw the lid in place and coat three of the fingers on his right with it. His legs spread apart on their own accord; his body was already ahead of himself.
In a hurried manner, Crocodiles fingers began twisting and scissoring, attempting to loosen the tight rings of muscle. "Relax." He growled as Law's insides clenched.
"I am fairly relaxed." Law bit his lip and closed his eyes. Crocodile had no intent of pleasuring him with his fingers; he wanted to get straight to business.
Crocodile pulled his fingers out, exasperated. Law was being exceptionally difficult, and he had no desire to deal with it. "Look, as you may or not have noticed I have a large cock, and if you want it to fit nicely inside of you without tearing you apart, I suggest you allow me to finish stretching you out."
"I've gone dry and unprepared before. This is nothing."
The older man rolled his eyes before inserting his fingers into the puckered hole, as he leaned over Law, pushing them in and out. "I prefer my partner screaming in pleasure, Trafalgar. Do you understand?" His fingers worked more slowly this time, exploring and allowing the teen to feel good.
"nghh- I get it.." Law closed his eyes and shuddered.
"Good." Deeming Law stretched sufficiently, Crocodile slid his fingers out for the second time.
Law let out an inaudible whine before settling to glare at the warlord.
"Turn around and go on all fours." Crocodile gestured with his hand for the teen to do as he said.
Law rose into a sitting position, staring pointedly at the older man. "Why?" A seductive smile graced his face. "Is that how we're going to fuck?"
"You ask too many questions." Crocodile flipped Law into the preferred position himself. He left the bed for a moment, sliding both his boxers and pants off. He then crept back onto the King-sized bed and lined himself up behind the tanned male.
The tanned male looked back, only to see Crocodile in all his naked glory; ready to pound into him. He took note of the pulsing shaft, twice the size of his own somewhat impressive length. "What're you waiting for?" Law backed himself into the raging erection, giving his ass a little wiggle for more friction.
The Warlord's eyes snapped open when Law's flesh touched his excited member. "Patience." He murmured as his hands shot out and took a hold of Trafalgar's hips, preventing him from moving against him.
Slathering his cock with the oil, he slowly made his way through the first ring of muscle.
The raven-haired male's breath became shallow as Crocodile took his sweet time forcing himself in. "Stop being such a tease… Thrust all the way in."
"Are you an idiot?" Crocodile chuckled in amusement that ended in a growl as Law clenched him in a vise grip.
"Ah… ngh.. Almost there." He was going crazy; this was taking longer than necessary. He pushed back, sinking the last few inches in himself. He winced as he greeted the sharp pain that hit him, but steeled himself; waiting for it to subside.
"I told you." The Warlord grunted. He did not wait for Law to adjust to his size. Instead, he pulled himself out, slowly; to the tip before sinking all the way in with one sharp jab. The half-strangled moan that escaped the teen's lips was all the motivation he needed to hold back. He did it again, less sharp, for his own satisfaction.
The tanned male bit his lip to keep himself from sounding like that again. He would never receive pain and pleasures in one go. It was always pain or pleasure, never the two combined.
Crocodile gave his hips a lazy roll, and another. He was deliberately slow, driving both of them senseless. His shallow thrusts were painstakingly unsatisfying yet delicious.
"Cock tease…" Law cursed mildly as he closed his eyes, ignoring the urge to wrap his hand around his own dick and stroke himself to the brink.
The violet-haired male leaned forward, his tongue flicking the outer shell of Law's ear. "Keep, still, I'm going to enjoy your tight little ass for much more longer." He whispered huskily.
The gray-eyed male groaned as the words went straight to his groin, leaving his cock to twitch in excitement. "Please.. Move faster." Law was surprised that Crocodile obliged. He allowed the moans to escape his lips as the older man rolled his hips with purpose, sinking himself deeper with each thrust.
With the next thrust, the violet-haired male heard the change in Law's vocals. Finally, he thought to himself as he hit the same spot again with an agile jab, and again.
"Oh… Dear.. God.." Law managed to slur as he blinked his vision clear. "Do tha—agh nh" he was cut off with another clear aim at the sweet bundle of nerves. The lower pits of his stomach were on fire now, twisting into a tight knot… A few more shots and he knew he would be there.
It took most of his self-control to stop moving, he broke into his reserved patience to stop. His left hand moved from Law's hips and pinched one of the teen's nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "You're close, huh?"
"Very." Law's eyes opened, flashing with annoyance as he gritted his teeth. "So are you."
"Give me a moment." Crocodile flashed a hundred watt grin at the back of Law's head. The teen's voice laced thick with annoyance and lust. He waited until their release was further away before his hips came alive again, his thrusts set to a moderate pace, leaving him with enough accuracy to hit the Trafalgar's prostate whenever he wanted to.
He did this twice more before his own control slipped. His thrusts became quick, deep and wild. He was no longer able to hit that spot the raven-haired male wanted him to the most. He heard Law's moans, a mixture of more pain than pleasure. He acknowledged that, moved one of his hands to the teen's weeping member and stroked him as hard as he was fucking.
Law sputtered profanities as his cock and ass were fucked so brutally. "Hng—ah ngh.. not so hard…" he groaned loudly. The only response to his plea was an animalistic growl. And, that was when his cum spilled all over the older man's hand and bed. He shuddered, as Crocodile kept thrusting and stroking, the sensitivity became all too much, leading him to collapse.
Crocodile grunted the teen's name as he emptied himself into the twitching hole. He continued plummeting himself deep inside through the tight clenching, plunging further despite his whole body shaking in protest, he kept going till the last string of cum splashed Law's prostate. "Fuck." He muttered into Law's hair, still deep within the teen and laid himself on top of him.
The raven-haired male laughed quietly, hearing what Crocodile said. "You're telling me."
"Mm.." The older man nuzzled the dark tousled hair. "You smell phenomenal." After a few moments he pulled out and rolled onto the other side of the bed, his hand taking Law by the waist and pulling him along side of him.
They stayed like that for some time before Law decided to straddle the Warlord's waist. "Say, round two. What do you think?"
Crocodile's eyebrow rose in mock horror. "The joys of having raging teenage hormones and stamina."
The teen smirked before leaning over and kissing Crocodile like the skilled Casanova, he would like to think he was and murmured in appreciation when the older man's cock stirred back to life.
Round two it was.
