A/N: People, I have just re-read chapter 5. LIKE WHAT WAS THAT HOT SHIT? It is much more refreshing after reading it a week or so after writing it. I nearly died from reading my own writing. Having purposely avoided a sex scene between those two because, I did not know how you all would receive it. To be truthful, I was not receiving it well either (In my world, Crocodile belongs to Luffy and Doflamingo ONLY). However, that make out scene was so hot. I do not know if you all think the same, so I will be cautious about flaunting their relationship or whatever you call "almost had sex" I usually do not make these things long but I wanted to share my opinion. P.S I write the top note before I actually start writing which leaves me to also write a bottom note. In addition, thanks for reading my little rants ;_; you guys are the best.
Without further ado,
CHAPTER 6
Moving was never such a pain before. Shit. He was not capable of turning or any movement in general; whatever held him in place was profusely strong. Crocodile blinked his vision clear; it was most likely midday, the reason why his eyes were virtually glued shut. He glanced at the person holding him in place; the tangled raven hair was most of what he could see. He craned his neck a tad and looked below him. Ah. Trafalgar Law. His own arms were draping over the tanned male as the teen's long ones wrapped around his middle. He realized why could not move a moment later, the legs tangled with his own were keeping him in place. He chuckled to himself quietly. Law took snuggling to a whole other level; he was no less than a prisoner was. He tried sliding out of Law's embrace however; the younger male was stuck to him like glue.
Law stirred restlessly in his sleep. Crocodile was clearly disturbing him. "What do you want?" he groaned sleepily.
"I would like to be able to breathe, maybe." Crocodile chuckled in amusement.
"Too bad for you asshole…" he trailed off, ending his sentence with light snores.
The tanned male was evidently not a morning person. Crocodile tousled the raven hair with his free hand; Law was much cuter while he was asleep. He assessed inventory, they both had only lost their shirts; pants were still intact, his were still zipped up meaning nothing occurred from what he was aware happened. The violet-haired male scowled. He had fallen asleep last night before initiating anything serious and somehow made his way besides Law during the night. He took it as a sign he should heed, Law is off-limits, to him as well. That did not stop him from feeling irritated with himself, he wanted to do so many things to the teen, and they were too vulgar to be said aloud in a casual conversation. It would not be odd for him to whisper it later on, which is if the chance occurs. He drank more than he initially thought he did, he wondered how Penguin and Bellamy were doing, and seeking them out later on was something he would certainly do.
"Wrinkles are not attractive." Law's fingers smoothed out Crocodile's troubled brows.
"Are you awake this time or more sleeping talking?"Crocodile clutched the fingers touching his face, and kept them within his grasp.
"Mm… I'm almost awake. Wake me up properly." The teen squirmed upwards, so he was face to face with the older male. He squeezed the warlord tighter with his arm, which were slack a mere moment ago and pressed his lips against another pair curtly. "Good morning." He smiled contently.
It made Crocodile want to please him more than he wanted to last night. Tonight. He thought to himself. "Morning." The older male replied. "How'd you sleep?"
"Pretty sound surprisingly." The teen sat up, in order to stretch his long limbs. His arms shot up over his head while he yawned loudly.
"I could tell, the shadows beneath your eyes have just about disappeared. You would have to sleep in my bed a few more days and it would be as if they were never there."
Law cracked an eye open and smirked. "I agree with you, except I want more than sleep from your bed." The gray-eyed male feeling rather confident, straddled the older male and leaned forward using his arms for brace on the hard chest, he admired Crocodile's face up close. "What do you think?"
"Cheeky brat, you are. Where do you get this boldness from?" The violet-haired man found himself grasping Law's hip casually with the arm that was not cushioning his head.
"Mm… I've always been like this, I believe. When I want something, there's no limit. Sexually? I initiate. Like last night." Law bit his cheek to keep from laughing; he did not want to bruise the warlord's ego. After all, the older man was charming; he had the power to set Law's whole body on fire with the plain tips of his fingers. If he used his merciless tongue again, Law would submit to him without a doubt.
"Speaking of which, it seems I fell asleep part way." Crocodile glared at the ceiling.
Law shifted back into his sitting position, he then placed his hands palm down on either side of the man's neck, which left him hanging directly over Crocodile's view. "You could easily make up for that now. The heat was almost unbearable, I could hardly sleep." The teen purposely gnawed on his bottom lip.
"Later." Crocodile tucked a strand of loose hair obstructing Law's face behind his ear. Usually an inadequate attempt at seducing him would have no affect on a callous man such as himself; however, there was something about Trafalgar that left him with a longing, a desire to overwhelm the teen with his own urges.
Law sulked resembling a child instead of the young man that he was. "You're right. We have to make an appearance at breakfast." Unwilling as ever, he climbed off the warlord in search of his sweater. "I'll go first okay?" He shoved the article over his head and wiggled into it. He leaned over the bed and gave the older man another swift kiss, then rushed out of the room before Crocodile caught sight of the redness on his face.
Crocodile's lips curved in amusement. He wondered why the teen was embarrassed over a simple kiss.
Law ran smack into Penguin and Bellamy. Shoot. He forgot they shared them room right across from this one. They all stood in the confined hallway not sure of what to say to each other. "Hey." He broke the silence.
"Last time I checked, your room isn't anywhere near here." Bellamy accused.
Penguin walked around him in tiny circles, scrutinizing him similar to the way people examine science projects. "Hmm…" he clutched Law's chin with his thumb and forefinger, moving his face from left to right, up and down, he kept the tanned male's face to the side and slightly upwards. " You see that Bellamy?"
"Yeah?" He too moved closer to look at whatever Penguin was showing him.
"That's all. There's nothing else." Penguin released Law's face and nodded satisfied with his conclusion.
He stared at the two of them puzzled by the understanding looks passing between them.
Another look.
"What?" His brow rose in confusion.
"Even though you were in his room you guys didn't do that. Good job Lawly." Penguin smiled widely at his friend's stupid expression.
"Lawly?" His eyebrow managed a few more millimeters.
"I don't even know." Bellamy shook his head.
"Err… well I came up with it last night! Anyways we have somewhere to be Bells, let's go and keep up the good work Lawly." Penguin linked arms with Bellamy and tugged him towards the upper hall.
"Don't you dare give me a nickname..."
"Too late I already did."
"I don't care, throw it away."
"How can I throw away a nickname? STUPID."
Law snorted, as their voices grew further away. He shook his head in wonder. Penguin could always tell when Law had sex… could he detect pheromones or something? He combed through his hair with his fingers, humans were not aware of pheromones on that level. He walked towards his room. He might as well change before someone notices he is still wearing the same thing.
Finally dressed, he headed into the dining room. "Ahoy drunkards~" He greeted the half-dead pirates.
"G'morning." Some responded.
"L….aww.." A few groaned.
Most did not bother lifting their heads off the table.
"How long did you idiots party?" he laughed at the poor moral of the usually live crew.
"Much longer then you did kid." Cyne patted the empty chair besides her.
"Oh shut up woman. I partied all night long." The tanned male implicated as he sat down besides the black haired woman.
"…I'm sure that was nice considering that little mark on your neck." She poked the spot.
"If you're worried about me, it should disappear before he gets back." He looked down at the slight woman.
"As if I'd be worried about a shrimp like you." She leaned against his shoulder and yawned. "Take anything you want from my plate… I want to sleep."
Law rolled his eyes. "Go to bed and thanks." He picked at a few things he liked; he was not that hungry… for food anyways.
She then wrapped her arms around his waist. "Take me there." She replied while snuggling his shoulder.
"I refuse." Law nibbled on a slice of toast.
"Insolent brat, I gave you food and this is how you repay me?" The older woman whined.
"Everyone gives me food. It's mandatory around here; you're only complying with your responsibilities." Law stuck out his tongue at Cyne.
"How can someone with a beautiful face have such a horrible personality?" The dark-haired woman sighed dramatically.
"Cyne. You can't say that without seeing me in my prime, I've heard I'm much worse then." Law smirked.
"Oh, trust me. I know how much of a little devil you can be. You grew up to be a nice kid, when you were smaller I had plenty of trouble dealing with you." She jabbed his ribcage with her elbow. "Tell me, what do you use to do your laundry? Your shirt smells phenomenal."
"Ask Penguin. He washes my clothes."
"I think I will, there he is. PENGUIN! BELLS!" The woman called to the teen and his companion.
"Coming! ~" He ran across the room, leaving Bellamy with all their food. He pried Cyne right off Law and gave her a hug. "Hey Cyne."
"Bells? When the hell did I become a Bell?... freakin' people man." The blonde muttered as he approached the table.
"I thought they didn't like each other." Law looked at Bellamy for an explanation.
"Rum brings us all together." Bellamy stated.
"You guys left before we did."
"Yeah, well we came back out later on to help Monet out and the party was still going on at dawn!" Penguin exclaimed. He sat beside Cyne while Bellamy slid onto the bench across from Law.
"No wonder why everyone is dead." Law glanced around the room, and returned his attention to Bellamy's plate.
"I haven't slept a wink yet." Cyne released Law and held onto Penguin now.
"See anything you like Law? Oh? What's that? You don't. That's right, cause I purposely got everything you hate. Bacon strips, bacon omelette, toast with bacon in between and my favorite bacon flavored pancakes." Bellamy grinned. He came prepared he was going to be the only pirate not to have his food stolen by Law. SCORE. He thought internally.
Law's face wrinkled with disgust. "I hate bacon."
"Cyne…" Penguin blushed as her arms tightened around him.
"I know." Bellamy's grin widened.
Law picked up a bacon strip and took a bite out of it. "Disgusting."
"I'm only going to borrow your shoulder for a bit, is that a problem?" She looked up at the teen from under her lashes, flashing him a half smile.
"Why would you eat it if you hate the flavor?" Bellamy rolled his eyes. He still won, Law was taste testing and he hated it; he will not reach into his plate again.
Law finished the strip in his hand and went for another one, shoving the whole thing in his mouth while chewing, slow and uncertainly.
"It's not." Penguin responded quietly while he ate, his face still a tad flushed.
Bellamy stopped breathing. He had miscalculated; Law took more bacon from his plate. He took a deep breath. It was okay. Law was just curious about the flavor he dislikes. He clearly hated the texture and taste, which was why that was most definitely his last piece.
"It's still sickening." He frowned, picking up a pancake this time.
The dark haired woman tapped Penguin's shoulder, whispering something into his ear after he leant towards her. Whatever she had said sent most of his blood to his face.
"W-what?!" he exclaimed.
"…" That was it for Bellamy, he was about to beat the bacon out of Law when someone grabbed the arm reaching for Law.
"Relax brat, it's just a pancake... with bacon?" The older male sat down beside Bellamy.
The look on Bellamy's face was more than pure shock; he was devastated. "IT'S NOT JUST BACON. HOW CAN YOU SAY JUST BACON? IT IS IMPORTANT AND MOUTH-WATERING. HE DOESN'T EVEN LIKE IT AND HE KEEPS EATING IT, THAT'S HOW POTENT BACON IS,!" he finished his speech with a whole lot of conviction.
"Shut up." Cyne ducked under the table and unstrapped one of her high heels, then chucked it at his head.
"It's just bacon." Crocodile mused.
"Bellamy." Penguin rolled his eyes.
"Still tastes like trash." Law's face was full of displeasure.
Bellamy grimaced in pain. "You all just raped my asshole." He said as he rubbed his forehead and winced.
"What…?" The black haired woman covered her laugh with a cough, but her body convulsed with silent laughter.
Penguin could not hold back. He pretty much doubled over and had the hysterics. "Who says that during breakfast?" the teen wiped the tears from his eyes.
"Who says that at all?" The warlord smacked Bellamy's back.
"Stop trying to kill me." He sputtered as he almost choked on his food.
"If I ever tried to kill you, you'd be dead. I told you that yesterday." Crocodile gave him a killer grin.
"Whatever." Bellamy finished off his plate and stacked it with Cyne's and Penguin's plates.
"Hurry up Croco-chan. Law's the only one that can take dishes to Monet without getting murdered." The teen rested his chin against the table.
"I need to enjoy my food. There's no point in hurrying the best meal of the day."
"Croco-chan." Cyne tested out his nickname.
Crocodile sent a menacing glare in her direction. "Don't. He's the only one."
"Whoa" She shot her hands in the air, a sign of surrender. "I was just trying it out." She smirked, sending him a challenge.
He rolled his eyes, disregarding her all together. "Women." He scoffed, as if they were an excuse of some sort.
"I'm special." Penguin gloated.
"Could I call you that?" The tanned male snickered under his breath.
The older male's eyes narrowed imperceptibly. "Definitely not."
Law smirked to himself. He would make sure to try that out later.
Quick little side note guys: Sorry to overwhelm you with all this communication but I kind of cut off a bit of chapter 6 and infused it with chapter 7. PLEASE if you like this story leave a review. I would love some feedback from you all and I will try to keep the notes short next chapter.