A/N: I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO SAY HOW SORRY I AM. This is Percy one of your very useless authors back in action. I will never ever make you guys wait so long for a chapter again even if I have to spend countless days coming up with some material.

P.S I love you all. Srsly. I am on my hands and knees apologizing here. In addition, regardless of the new project I started up to get my gears shifting, this baby is still my main focus till it's complete.

CHAPTER 8

He did not expect Trafalgar Law to become a daily routine. One day of fucking was simply not enough. Crocodile was foolish for thinking one taste of seductive flesh was enough? It was a minor error on his part, a slight betrayal to Doflamingo. Not that he would know of it. Crocodile was immune to many things, tempting tanned skin and teasing gray eyes. Not a chance. Foolish. He scoffed and headed for the supposed study room Law lived in for the most part. The warlord did not always want sex. He enjoyed learning new things about the teen. They had brilliant conversations when they were not fixated on each other's bodies.

Crocodile twisted the bronze knob without knocking and stepped right into the sanctuary of books. The violet-haired male would be lying if he said all the sexuality oozing from Law surprised him. What a sight. He had caught the teen leaning over the desk moaning and panting, as his hand was busy stroking in his boxers. "Are you sure you want to do that with the door unlocked?

Law's eyes were shut tightly; his head leaned against the desk as soft pants escaped his slightly agape mouth. With his eyes closed, he glared at the man intruding his privacy. "Ever heard of knocking?"

The teen's right hand was in his boxers whilst the other was under the oversized shirt that clearly did not belong to him. It did not take much imagination to know what was going on under his clothes. In fact, Crocodile was jealous of Law's own hands. "Ever heard of locking the door?"

The tanned male cracked an eye open and observed the older man. Whatever he saw left a devious smirk on his face. "Lock the door behind you."

Crocodile complied with the request and locked the door. He was not surprised to see the teen's hands neatly placed on the desk. They both enjoyed these games. They were very pleasurable after all. "This is what you call late night studying? That looks like a shirt of mine." The warlord plopped into the comfortable leather sofa near the entrance.

"It is yours. Fits well, does it not?" The raven-haired male slid off his chair and walked over to the warlord in a few graceful steps. He twirled around once, displaying the shirt before sitting on the other side, keeping a careful distance from him.

"So it does. What were you studying?" Crocodile appraised Law and the distance between the two of them.

"The human body of course."

"Anything I could help you with?"

"No, but you can continue watching my research from earlier." Law leaned against the sofa handle and slid his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers. They were half way down his thighs before Crocodile pulled them off. He held the teen's right leg captive, planting butterfly kisses on the calf. It was not until his lips met the sensitive flesh behind the knee that he was thrown back to the other side of the couch.

"What?" The older man grinned despite the throbbing in his back. Caught off guard or not, Trafalgar was quite strong.

Law tsked in disapproval. "Observing only."

Crocodile chuckled in amusement. "No promises. You could always kick me to the other side of the room again."

"Just watch."

Crocodile did as he was told. The teen had not started his little show and he was already rock hard. He decided he would give Law three minutes and then he would do more than just observe. It was evident that Trafalgar Law had the utmost confidence in himself. He was on the thin side but his physique was attractive.

Crocodile's shirt was long; the hem ended a few inches above his knees. He made sure it was not obstructing the Warlord's view by lifting it over his waist. He smirked as he watched Crocodile's eyes follow the movement.

His long tanned fingers gently grasped his own cock and formed a loose fist. He stroked himself deliberately slow, keeping eye contact with the violet-haired male. Satisfied with the attention he was receiving, Law concentrated on the matter at hand. He squeezed himself continuously as his hands slid up and down his slick shaft, closing his eyes, relishing in self-gratification. He knew he had mere seconds before Crocodile pounced on him, which left him waiting in anticipation. The seconds trickled by slowly and his need grew stronger. How long would he have to keep up with this maddening speed? Teasing the Warlord was like a double-edged sword. While Crocodile was hot and bothered by it, so was he!

"Trafalgar Law. The things you make a man want to do… absolutely sinful." The violet-haired male whispered huskily.

"Hn… Do what you must." He resisted the urge to open his eyes. There are many things about the older man that turned him on; one of them was his masculine bedroom voice. It was enough to make Law wetter than he already was, as if the precum dripping from the slit of his dick did not indicate so.

"In time." Crocodile murmured. He watched the teen fight to keep at the snail pace he had set for himself. As much as he enjoyed the struggle, he himself, also struggled; struggled to keep his hands to himself. He was going to lose yet again.

Law bit his lip to keep his frustration from pouring out. Instead, he focused his energies on the slit refusing to let up on precum. His thumb to caressed the head of his swollen member in a circular motion, he lightly dug his nail into the opening, gasping quietly. Ah…that was close to heaven. He felt a large calloused hand slip beneath his shirt and stroked underneath his ribcage. He smirked victoriously.

Crocodile slipped his other hand under the offending article and skimmed over the erect nubs with his thumbs, he flicked at them gently, relentlessly. "I don't think I can observe anymore."

Law opened his eyes and flashed a 100-watt grin. "It's no fun when you're this submissive." He winced when the older male pinched his sensitive nipples, hard.

"I think it is. Hm?" Crocodile rose back into a sitting position, pulling Trafalgar with him. He grunted in appreciation when the teen saddled his lap, trapping his thighs within his knees. His hands slid under the oversized shirt, gripping onto the bare waist.

The tanned male did not bother thinking up with a fiery comeback. He loved the heated banter they had during sex but it has been a couple of days and he needed to satisfy this want. Wasting no time, long thin fingers undid half the buttons on the shirt he borrowed from his partner; enough to show his collarbone and chest. He thought it would be kinky to keep the shirt on, as per usual, he was right.

Crocodile was grinning widely when he realized Law was not going to take his shirt fully off. The same rules did not apply for the Warlord since the tanned male made quick work of the shirt he was wearing and tossed it aside somewhere. Those same nimble fingers tackled his belt with ease, and released his erection from the confinements of his pants. Before Law could even think about teasing his cock, Crocodile shoved two fingers into his mouth, startling him.

"Hm—waitnph—" Trafalgar said with his mouth full. He used his hands to pry the fingers out of his mouth. He scowled at the violet-haired man's amused expression.

"What? I don't have anything else."

The tanned male rolled his eyes. "If you know me by now, you should know I always come prepared."

"Of course you have something suitable to use…" Crocodile trailed off when Law raised his hips and guided the engorged cock into his tight fitting hole. His eyes widened in surprise and the warning was on the tip of his tongue but he could not get the words out. Taking him dry and unprepared? Trafalgar Law was a lunatic.

"I already stretched myself." Law gritted his teeth as Crocodile's shaft disappeared inch by inch. He had already gone through the liberty of preparing himself minutes before the Warlord showed up. Needless to say, the taller male's length was no joking matter. Despite his thorough preparations, he still struggled with the pain from the stretch.

"Shit…." Crocodile grunted and kept from thrusting his hips forward.

The teen took a deep, shaky breath. "A little…more." He took the last few inches in with a renewed fervor. His forehead pressed against Crocodile's shoulder. "I swear you've gotten bigger." He exhaled loudly, the pain was still there, stinging.

"It's been a few days." Crocodile murmured. "Whenever you're ready."

Law wiggled his ass impatiently. The pain was wearing off, slowly and enough for him to bear. "Okay… I can handle it now."

Crocodile tested the waters by pulling out a few inches and sliding in graciously. He did not feel comfortable knowing Law was the one doing the preparations so he held onto the teen firmly, and continued doing the work. He was cautious, observing the tanned male's demeanor as his rigid cock slid in and out of Law's tight ass in a deliberately slow manner.

"Ah—hn—like that.." Law bounced up and down as he joined the steady rhythm. Their skin slapped together every time he would meet Crocodile's thrusting hips.

The violet-haired male growled when the teen dug his fingers into his shoulder. Slowly, but surely, their pace increased as Law was left unable to speak because of his chattering teeth. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold off for much longer but Law was far from his climax so he angled his rapid thrusts, searching for the teen's sweet spot.

"Ooo—ngh..right—ah…there.." Law's words came out in a strangled moan. His vision blurred with a bright flash that left him disorientated and he clung tighter to his lover. It has been a couple of days, he thought to himself as the pleasure courses through him.

Repeatedly, the tip of Crocodile's cock rammed against Trafalgar's prostate in a series of quick jabs. The warlord wrapped a hand around the teen's neglected dick. It wouldn't take much more to get him off. Ever since he'd found Law's prostate, there was an endless amount of precum dripping onto his torso.

"Har—ah…der..ngh!" Law exclaimed. He threw his head back and moaned. Their pace decreased dramatically once Crocodile started jerking him off, but each thrust was long and deep as he was now able to keep up. Law tried to ride him earnestly, however the hand pumping his swollen shaft left him drowning in pleasure.

"Fuck Trafalgar—" Crocodile grunted as his orgasm caught him by surprise. The coil in his lower belly snapped unexpectedly and strings of cum shot into the teen. He kept thrusting his hips forward and jerking Law despite the protest of his entire body. "Come on Law… cum for me already." He urged the tanned male.

"Ah…Croco—hnf—ngh!" The teen came with a quick burst against their torsos, thoroughly coating Crocodile's fingers, his bare stomach and the oversized shirt with sticky white fluids.

Crocodile not bothering to pull out flipped Law onto his back and threw one of the tanned legs over his shoulder. He cleaned all of the raven-haired male's essence off his fingers with his coarse tongue and rolled his hips slowly, jamming his cock in and out of the twitching hole.

"Al..ready?" Law managed to slur through the fogginess. He was still convulsing and overly sensitive from his first orgasm. He barely noticed their different position.

"Still—hah..hard" The warlord replied. He was not satisfied with that half-assed round. He used his free arm to support his weight and continued pounding in and out of the teen languidly, his cum acting as lubricant, making it less of a hassle for him. The leg on his shoulder also allowed him to go even deeper than before.

The tanned male moaned and arched his back unconsciously. "S-so..fucking…deep" He blindly reached for Crocodile, wrapping his limp arms around the thick neck and pulled him closer kissing the warlord in the process.

Crocodile slid his tongue into the warm cavern and swirled around the wet appendage. He groaned into the kiss when Law sucked on his tongue so fervorently. He felt the teen scrape his tongue against his teeth, the sharp, metallic taste of blood assaulted his taste buds, leaving him to wonder how much damage they did. He bit into Law's lush lips when the tanned male pushed him away for air.

"Nghh—Crocodile—mphmh—" Law shot the older man a dirty look when he silenced him with another searing kiss.

Crocodile kept his mouth lingering on Law's. Their tongues danced together as the violet haired man thrust into the lean body, the teen moved his hips to meet every stroke. The final product was simply erotic. They continued at this slow pace, fully satisfied with the pleasure it gave. However, after a few minutes, both males were approaching their limits and suddenly, slow could not be enough.

I hope this makes up for my unacceptable hiatus. You'll get chapter 9 by next week! That's when the ball starts rollliiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnngggg