Title: Of Dreams and Desires
Pairings: Smoker x Ace, Sanji x Zoro, and other side pairings
Ratings: T - NC-17
Chapter: 7 of ?
Summary: Long Term Goals…
Disclaimer: I do not make any profit from this story; all props go to Eiichiro Oda.
Author Note: I would like to thank all my EPW friends for reading. I'm really happy you all like the story!
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Sir Crocodile
With one hand, Crocodile lit his cigar and took a slow puff, pulling in the flavor of his favorite smoke. He inhaled deeply, tipping the ashes into a tray sitting on his desk, grunting lowly as the head of his cock was licked. He sucked in another drag from the cigar, leaning back in the chair to look down at the woman between his legs. Miss All Sunday looked up at him and chuckled, taking him fully into her mouth, her hand slowly massaging his sac. He let out another groan and placed the cigar in the ashtray, stroking her hair with his only hand. His hook dangled off the side of the oversize plush chair he was sitting in as his hips moved to create friction.
Miss All Sunday gave a hard suck as she removed him from her mouth. Crocodile watched on as she stood and straddled him on the chair, his hand running up her thigh as she settled herself in his lap, engulfing him into her womanhood. She moaned and began to rock slowly as he tilted his head up to get a better view of her, biting a column of skin showing from her leather corset. She sighed wantonly at the feeling and clenched around him, dragging a growl from him. He thrusted his hips up causing her to bounce slightly as he removed her breasts from the corset and sucked on one of her nipples, while rolling the other in between his fingers. She gasped at the sensation and clenched around him again, teasing the man under her, but two could play that game.
Crocodile reached between them and rubbed her clit, causing her to jump at the sudden jolt of pleasure that coursed through her body. "Mr. 0, please," she sighed out and he grinned – he had won this game. He held her hip with his hand and thrust into her with fast and precise strokes, making her breasts to bounce with every connection. She reached behind him and grabbed ahold of the chair to steady herself as he pounded into her. Sweat began to form between the two bodies as they moved together on the now-slick plush leather chair.
Finally, she came, holding onto Mr. 0 for dear life. He buried his head into the crook of her neck and bit down hard as he spilled his seed in her. They sat there in a lovers embrace for a while; he had softened inside of her, but refused to move just yet. It wasn't until his den mushi rang that he moved Miss All Sunday from his lap. He adjusted himself back into his pants before answering the snail. "What is it?" He demanded, his smooth deep voice not sounding like he had sex mere moments ago.
"Sir," a shaky voice came from the other end of the mushi, the snail shaking and its teeth clattering.
Miss All Sunday, now dressed, chuckled lightly at the snail as she kissed Mr. 0's cheek then left his office.
He waited until the door clicked shut before he threw a glare at the mushi. "Are you going to speak or sit there shaking?"
"O-oh that's right. S-sir I was c-calling to remind you a-about your m-m-meeting in five minutes."
Mr. 0 picked his almost burnt out cigar back up and took one final drag out of it then stamped it out in the ashtray. He did not grace the caller with a response as he hung up the snail. I really need to get new staff, he thought to himself. Ones who aren't afraid to pick up a damn mushi and make a call.
Mr. 0 huffed and stood, pulling his fur coat around his shoulder before exiting the room. He walked down the hall, stopping at a big wooden oak door with golden handles. He pushed the door open and revealed a room underwater with a view of Bananawani swimming around the windows. It was dark as he walked down the stairs to the large oval table in the center of the room. He lit a candle positioned in the center of the table. He took his seat at the head of the table and lit up another cigar that he had pulled from the lining pocket of his coat. He let the smoke out of his body as he turned his chair to face the glass so he could watch his Bananawani, waiting calmly for the members of his organization to enter the meeting hall.
He didn't wait long before the six high ranking members in his organization entered the room, talking amongst themselves as they took their seats at the table. They had yet to notice his presence, which was good because he had not wanted them too.
"Why have we been called to this meeting?" The mole feature woman questioned. She slammed her hands on the table when no one responded. "Hurry. Hurry. Hurry! Can no one answer?"
At that moment, the door to the room opened and there stood Miss All Sunday at the top of the stairs, her white fur coat closed around her body but still revealing quite a bit of cleavage. "Now, Miss Merry Christmas, thank you for being patient."
She walked down the stairs and around the table, at the opposite end of where Mr. 0 was sitting. "I'd like to thank you all for coming to the meeting today. You all have wonderfully followed all orders given to you by our leader. Normally, I would give you any orders Mr. 0 has told me; but today's orders are to be given from our leader himself."
Mr. 2 raised a finely arched eyebrow, "Oh, oh? The mystery leader is here today?" He looked around the room asking, "Well, where is he?"
Miss All Sunday chuckled quietly behind her hand. "I believe even though none of you have met him personally, you all know who the head of this operation is. I would like to introduce to you Mr. 0."
Mr. 0 slowly turned his chair around, looking on at the shocked faces of his employees. Mr. 1 released a breath he didn't know he had held. "The Shichibukai, Crocodile, is Mr. 0?"
A tone of disgust filled the room as Mr. 2 spat, "We've been working for a pirate this whole time?"
A dark look settled over Crocodile's face and the air around them became slightly dry, just a little bit unobtainable. "Is there a problem?"
The members gathered all put their heads down in respect to the powerful man sitting at the head of the table. A hush came over the employees. It was almost silent, but if one listened closely, they would be able to hear Miss All Sunday laughing quietly to herself. Seeing that no one had any protest, Crocodile continued the meeting.
"Good. Now as Miss All Sunday has said before, you all have performed all tasks given to you thus far very well." He put out the used cigar and lit up another one, taking a deep drag of it as he did so. "However, we've had a setback at Whiskey Peak and Little Garden. We've lost some of our top agents." He pulled some files from his coat pocket. "Mr. 5." He dropped a file on the table. "Mr. 10."
Drop.
"Miss Goldenweek."
Drop.
"Miss Valentine."
Drop.
"Mr. 6, Mr. 7, Mr. 9, Miss Mother's Day, Miss Father's Day, Miss Monday, Miss Tuesday, Miss Thursday, Mr. 12, and Miss Sunday." He dropped all the files and inhaled deeply from the cigar hanging between his lips as he glared at the remaining tier one members at the table. "Mr. 8 and Miss Wednesday have turned against us, and I just received word that Mr. 11 has been captured and killed."
Crocodile walked away from the table and towards the window, watching the Bananawani fight with each other. "Our problem lies with a certain crew, and they've proven to be very troublesome." He moved away from the window and walked around to where Mr. 3 was sitting saying, "It was to my knowledge that the Straw Hat pirates were taken care of on Little Garden." Crocodile traced over the three formation of Galdino's hair, his deep voice slid down overly confidant man's back, causing his spine to shake slightly. "It has been proven, however, that they were not taken care of." He leaned down and blew smoke in Mr. 3's face, "You've disappointed me, Mr. 3."
Galdino pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, but the copious amount of sweat forming caused them to slide back down his face again. "S-s-sir, give me one more chance to prove myself." The agent jumped out of his chair and turned to face Crocodile, cowering away slightly when he saw just how close the Shichibukai was to him. "I will make this right. I will kill all of the Straw Hat pirates!"
There was silence.
Mr. 0's gaze pierced through Mr. 3, causing the man's hair to lank slightly under the weight of the stare. He traced Galdino's jaw with his hook before he placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "Unfortunately, your time has come and gone. I have no care for useless men who can't follow simple orders."
Crocodile called upon Suna as the words left his mouth, turning Mr. 3's skin a gray ash hue, his eyes gleaming at the slow pruning of his subordinate. Galdino's mouth became dry and his eyes started to itch. His fingers twitched, but he couldn't move them to relieve the uncomfortable sensation away. His skin suddenly felt too small for his skeleton and his breath came out in harsh labored huffs. Galdino dropped down to his knees, his shriveled legs unable to support him any longer. It was only then that Crocodile removed his hand from the wrinkled shoulder and walked back to his seat.
He lit his burnt out cigar and looking out at the now remaining five members of his organization. "My plan is of a grand scale. If your feelings for the organization have changed now that you know who I am or you simply can't follow orders as given then let me know." He set his hook on the table, scratching at the wood lightly. "I will personally take all resignation letters." Mr. 0 arranged the folders in a pile as he continued, "I want the entire Kingdom of Alabasta. Every order that you've been given thus far has been to further propel this plan. In the envelopes placed before you are your final orders. Carry them out with precision and haste. I will not have years' worth of planning destroyed by some boy and his crew."
The members of Baroque Works read their assignments before burning the papers over the candle, placing the paper remains in the ashtray next to it, watching their orders turn to dust. "After all assignments are complete, the Kingdom of Alabasta will be mine by the hands of its own citizens." He paused to put out his cigar, "Any questions?"
With silence answering him, Crocodile dismissed the meeting, but requested for Miss All Sunday to stay behind. "What information have you gathered on the Straw Hats?"
Crocodile walked over to the wilted body of Mr. 3, tapping the body with his Italian leather shoe. The desiccated Galdino let out a groan at the sudden movement. Crocodile's lips formed into a devilish grin at the sound as he slid his hook through the other's hair, right under the base of the rubber band. He dragged Mr. 3 to an opening in the floor where his Bananawani were swimming, waiting for their meal. He dangled the body in the air above the water, but didn't drop the weight on his hook, instead, he looked back at Miss All Sunday expectantly. "Well, Robin?"
"Nothing much, but I will monitor them while they are here. I will report back any findings." Robin watched Crocodile dip the body in the water and quickly pull it back out before the Bananawani could attack their meal, Mr. 3 wailing at the rough treatment. She shook her head and walked towards the stairs leading to the exit. "You shouldn't play with food, Mr. 0."
With a glance over his shoulder, Crocodile let out a short kuhahaha, as he dropped Galdino into the water and closed the hatch.
Hey all, hope you liked the chapter! Let me know what you think and review if you can. Stay tune for next chapter: Smoker Tensa - Huredhiel