Weeeeh, Doflamingo for you. Marco coming up sometime next week(nearly finished).
This is for Jflower. (I did this my way, since no Mary-Sues are allowed around me.)
Beware: line means a change in POV! (wanted something new for this project :D )
Triplet: Slaves – Doflamnigo, Smoker, Hina (Part I)
Dish it, baby!
Doflamingo flopped down into his expensive lounge in pure boredom. Maybe he should play with his subordinates and kill one or the other. His life was way too peaceful for his liking. His ears perked up when he heard feet running down the corridor into his direction.
Just a few moments later the rumbling came to an abrupt stop in front of his door. Nervous knocking filled the room. Not bothering to change his posture, he called the person to enter. A middle-aged man stepped hesitantly his study.
Nervously shuffling his feet, eyes downcast, he started to speak. "Master Doflamingo, a slave-trader ship of your company has been located nearby. Would you like to meet up with it or should we continue on our route?"
Mulling over the different options for a second, the Shichibukai jumped up, startling the other pirate, making him flinch back. "Go, tell them to change route. We will meet up with the slave-trader. And get me a Den Den Mushi with a connection! Fast!"
"Yes, Sir!", his subordinate said, practically running from the room. Doflamingo cackled in amusement. Maybe he would get some new toy. The day certainly turned to the better.
You were bored out of your wits. But what was there to do? You were locked in a big cage, shackles binding your hands and feet. A huge headache was forming at the back of you head. Why were these people so whiny? Yeah, they would probably be sold as slaves. The chance of getting out of that fate was, oh let's say, close to none.
So why couldn't they just shut up? Their bitching and crying made you want to kill them with your own hands. Besides the collar around your neck made your skin itch. But otherwise nothing concerned you. Even if somebody bought you, you would get out of it very soon. This was not the first time you got into this sort of predicament. Blame it onto your addiction to gambling. If you only knew when to stop...
But in the end, you always escaped. You were too clever for them. Though you never said good bye without some compensation in form of bellies and gold. That was how you did it. You just went along, doing things your way and enjoying your life to the maximum. No sense in wasting your life onto morals and illusions.
And since there was nothing to be done currently, you started to doze off, your back pressed against the warm steel bars.
Loud scrabbling above you made you lazily crack open an eye. The turbulence came to a sudden stop and only one pair of feet could be heard walking. Waiting for the next move, you absently wiped the sweat off your brow. When did it become so hot and humid down here? People could be heard moving closer. Steel keys were clicking against each other. Everybody became quiet, desperately pressing into the very back of the cage. Like it could help them. You didn't move one muscle, peering over to the door out of the corner of your eye, not bothering to keep your yawn in.
Silently Doflamingo congratulated himself on this choice. He was amused by the scared looks on the crew's faces. To stir their anxiety, he pretended to look for mistakes or a peace of dirt, while on the way to the slave cages.
The wooden room was small and the air smelled of sweat. He could see the people trying to hide in shadows in the very backs of their cages. Their bodies pressed so close, they were just one giant mass of flesh.
He was so absorbed in their fear, that the one girl that sat relaxed in the very middle of such a cage, cleaning her nails in boredom, startled him. He waltzed over to said cage and drawled "And what's with you? Feeling lucky?"
A pair of brown eyes moved slowly to face him. She shrugged and stated as a matter of fact "Guess so. What do you care? You're a guy and wearing a pink, huge jacket. Something you have to make up for?"
You saw a vein plopping out on the guy's forehead. He just chuckled darkly and pointed without another word at you. The captain hurried over, the keys clicking merrily. You let him loosen the metal chains, pulling you out of the giant cage.
You looked at the blond man next to you, letting the others flit around you, readjusting your cuffs, collar and chains. That man certainly smirked way to much. Seeing the others trying to keep their distance you quirked an eyebrow at him. "You da boss?" The ship's captain gave him the chain to your collar like he would present her to a god. On your way out, you observed how everybody scrambled away from him. Yep, definitely the boss.
While he was walking, or more like swaying, you calculated your situation. You knew who he was. Like you knew every person on the oceans that could prove trouble and was thus avoided by you. Well up until now. There was a first a time for everything though. You shrugged. Let's see where this was heading. And until then you would get a mighty good laugh out of his clothes. Maybe he had some drink on his ship to make his clothes fashionable. You saw no other explanation for him going out like he did. Orange and pink, my ass. You snickered under your breath. He heard you though. Looking over his shoulder he smirks at you. "Enjoying yourself?" You grinned back and answered in a mocking tone "That is up to you. Master." His smirk grew sinister "That it is, girlie."
Those words were followed by a sharp tuck to the chain, making you nearly fall. Not one to leave such a bait be, you 'accidentally' tripped, making your body hit his back full force. One moment he was close to losing his balance, but unfortunately it didn't even make him pause. Not only that your nice try to pay him back for the tucking hadn't worked, but your falling into his back got you a taste of his smell. For long seconds your brains went blank. You always loved when a man smelled good, but this one smelled like a five-course-gourmet-menu to you. It was a spicy smell. Something heady. Which turned you into complete mush.
Maybe, just maybe, you might expend your stay with him for a little.
When they pulled her out of the cage he realised just HOW short she was. Sitting she had looked petite, but as she was standing she proved to be not even half as tall as he had thought she would be. Oh bugger, he could always turn her into a footrest then. Although whether he liked it or not, he had to admit it. She had spunk. And amazing guts. He had seen it in her eyes. She knew who he was. And still such an attitude. He had women like her before. They were easy to goad and an immensely fun to torment.
That wannabe-tackle of hers amused him to no end. So much fire. How he would enjoy to see her anger boil in her blood with her unable to do a damn thing. She didn't seem to be the type that reacted to words. So he would have to do some actions to get her twist in pure anger . But what would be best to trigger her?
They were walking down the corridors of the massive ship. The girl completely unimpressed. Maybe he would have to get more personal, when such things didn't faze her. Oh and he had just THE idea. Entering his rooms he pushed her into a sofa, closely eyeing his prey.
She was oh so small and delicate of build, betraying her fierce spirit. Her skin was the darkest brown he had ever seen, giving her narrow, light brown eyes the colour of a fine whiskey. Many long and thick braids hanging down to her hips. Her shirt was ripped off one shoulder and her jeans torn at many places. Her sandals had seen better times, too.
He casually moved over to a table, taking the colourful set of cards from its top.
"Ever heard of Poker?"
You nearly snorted when he looked you over. The way he was hovering over you, giving you the eye, just looked so utterly ridiculous from your point of view. Then why did you feel so flattered?
He might just as well think you to be as sexy as a fresh puke. Ah, never mind.
Your eyes didn't leave him one moment, when he moved around the room, finally holding a up a pack of cards.
"Ever heard of Poker?" His voice was something between an maniac and a purr. Was that how a deal with the devil sounded?
You shrugged. "Well, of course. In all of its variety. Not like it's difficult a game anyway."
He cackled, betraying the mad man inside him. "Thought so. Wanna have a once-in-a-life-chance? Listen, girly. You gonna play with your life. You lose, you're dead. You win, you get the keys to those." A subtle motion to your shackles. "So what do you say?"
What a game. Only a fool would not take such a chance. You stood up, moving close to him. Oh so close. His wonderful smell penetrated your nose, turning your eyes a darker shade of brown. You folded your arms in front of you. Looking him straight in the eye, you uttered just one sentence.
"Dish it, baby."
He had expected that much from her. How entertaining she was. Oh how he would enjoy to see her faith leave her eyes as she say her doom coming. There was no way she would win. And she would see that as well. Soon.
He watched as the tiny woman sat down opposite from him, the shackles and chains ringing like small bells. He wondered about her ability to stay so composed when she was playing a game of Poker with HIM and her life at stake. He loved mad women. They were so much more fun.
He pushed a few chips to her end of the table and began shuffling the cards. They went through the routine some rounds until he became aware the amount of chips on her side was growing. She was better than he had anticipated. Time to stop play fair, he decided. Using his fruit powers he made her turn her cards so he could see them. But not only once. He did it every round. And he enjoyed how she started to be more and more pissed off with him. As she had only two more chips lying on her side of the table he announced the final round. Not to mention that the little hell cat in front of him became even more angry by the second. She was cursing and cussing. Spitting fire anyway. Doflamingo admired just how pretty she was when she was all riled up like now.
Although the flying table and cards did stun him there.
You were fairly confidant about the outcome of this game. He may be good, but you were better. After all you had spent more than half your life gambling. You smiled at the irony of Poker getting you into this situation and Poker getting you out of it. From the very start you had counted on him cheating. But not like this.
That man was such an ass. Successfully he pushed you to your limit. You saw read, blood boiling and heart hammering in your ears. Those damn Devil Fruit powers! As he collected his latest win his control waned, giving your impulses the chance the had waited for. The only sound that reached your brain was your roar as you jumped up, throwing table and cards out of your way, charging at him.
You jumped on him. The impact knocked his chair over, you two tumbled onto the floor. Pulling at his blond hair, the glasses knocked off, you screeched a him: "You fucking idiot. You are such an ass."
Smashing your lips onto his though had not been your plan. At least, not quite.
Even as she was nearly pulling out all his hair, screeching at him about being an ass, he could only admire her poise. The heat of her anger and the force of her obvious madness struck a cord in him. When her lips smashed onto his, teeth gracing tender flesh, he knew he had found just what he had been looking for quite a while. A woman that could take him on.
He grabbed a handful of her braids, pulling her head back, leaving her neck exposed. Sucking on the warm, dark skin he could hear her hiss in anger and pleasure. She reacted by twisting out of his grip. At least she tried. He pulled her lips back to his, ripping her shirt off her, shoving her bra up, letting her breast bounce, all the while he felt her small hands clawing his jacket and open shirt away.
Using his weight he threw her to the floor, pinning her down with his body.
Your view became rather hazy. The cold stone floor against your naked back made you shiver, producing delicious friction as you wriggled against his big warm body above you. His lips moved to the skin under the collar, a hand still twisted in your braids, laving at the exposed skin. The smouldering ardency of his breath sent your heart into a frenzy. Desperate for some control you closed your eyes, gasping. Playful he bit into the side of your breast, making your back arch even the slightest.
He took the opportunity to slide his hands to your back, giving your ass a good squeeze. You unintentionally moaned. Oh, that felt good. Dimly you became aware of his mouth moving to your breasts. As the hot cavern closed around an nipple you pushed it closer to the wicked tongue that began to massage the soft skin.
Doflamingo groaned in approval. This woman made him crazy being all passionate and alluring. Her skin was so soft. Some faded scars feeling smooth like water. And the sounds she made. He wanted to hear them all. He wanted her to gasp in enjoyment, groan in passion, moan in ecstasy. His, and only his, name on her lips. He wanted her. Bad.
He feasted on her body. Thrilled by the way she wriggled and bucked against his bigger frame. She felt so soft and comfortable under him. The way her legs had wound around his, trapping him against her body.
He let his hands wander from her back into the back of her trousers and panties. Ripping them of her slender legs in one smooth move. Determined he collected all the chains to her shackles in one hand, the other pressing her to his body, capturing her lips to divert her from his next move.
Rolling into a standing position, he pushed her subtle body against the wall, attaching the chains to a candleholder.
The world around you moved in blurry. You couldn't exactly say how you ended up against a wall, your arms pulled up above you. Not like he left you with much time to contemplate. You groaned in satisfaction as his whole body pressed against you. You always had wondered about how a six pack and chiselled pecs would feel. It was better than you had imagined as the hard muscles pressed against you, feeling your legs wound around his narrow hips. The feel of his hard-on against your exposed private place made you throw your head back in approval.
His big hands were massaging your thighs and ass, making you impatient. Your chest was heaving, sweat starting to build on your forehead. The way he rubbed and ground against you, his pants rubbing against your clit, making you moan unchecked. His hands left your legs to start working on his trousers.
Caught in your blind passion for this ass of a man, you instinctly wrapped your legs around his middle, waiting for him. With a little rustling his pants slid to his ankles. You could feel his hot flesh press against you. He moaned, feeling your heat, sliding up and down between your feminine folds. You groaned "Doflamingo", making him moan once more before sliding into you. You gasped, feeling him stretch you uncomfortably. Gods, it was so divine. And when he started to move. Sliding his whole body against yours, claiming your lips in a desperate kiss. You moved with him, prompting him to bring you even more pleasure.
Ecstasy send you flying, your body pressed tightly to his. Tiredly he tugged the chains from the candle holder, sliding you two down to the floor. You rested your head on his shoulder as he pulled his damn pink coat over you two.
The next morning you woke rather groggy to a cold floor underneath you and a pink, fluffy jacket above you. The keys to those shackles lay within your reach near a shoe. His tanned arm was still wound around your middle. So you had to stretch your arm a bit to reach the silver keys. Just as your left fingertips reached them a deep voice behind you huffed:
"You weren't planning on leaving early, were you?
