To be honest, they both weren't much into touchy-feeling when it came to it.
Both naked now, Crocodile was face-forward and pressed to the sheets, the ringed hand buried in the pillow underneath him and the stump shoved beneath it. Doflamingo figured he did that because he still wasn't comfortable with him looking at it, but that was fine. The hook was useless beside the bed, and this bare fact was such an immense proof of trust that he would never even think of complaining. Trust was nothing Crocodile gave easily, it was not even something he gave willingly. It was nothing he would ever care to admit he felt at all, and it had taken Doflamingo many, many years to come this far. Years full of longing and fighting and making up and fighting yet again and not speaking to each other for months until the next drunken encounter brought them back together. Years full of kisses that drew blood, and hands clenched to fists that had never learned to caress. Even now, after such a long time—he could see forty—it was what felt like tilting against windmills.
But, well, his glasses also still rested on the bedside table. It made him nervous not to feel the so well-known pressure on the bridge of his nose, but as Crocodile had said: They were equal now, it was only fair.
He squinted a little, focusing on that little patch of bare skin on Crocodile's neck where his hair parted, falling down to the sides. It was a nice spot, pale between dark hair, usually hidden beneath the collar of his shirt. Doflamingo leaned forward, taking the soft skin between his teeth, kissing and sucking at it until he left a bruise. Crocodile groaned in annoyance but didn't even try to subdue the arousal that came with it. Doflamingo could feel him shiver at the sensation of his mouth.
"You like this?" With their difference in height, Doflamingo could easily cover Crocodile's body with his own, and he took advantage of this. He rested his chin on Crocodile's shoulder, gently nibbling at his jaw and ear, tongue licking around his golden earring. Crocodile let out a muffled moan, leaning his head a little to the side as he laxly tried to squirm away from the touch. Doflamingo chuckled a little through gritted teeth, clearly enjoying the consequences his touches had. He had to hold back though, and it wasn't easy. Crocodile had made his point painfully clear: if he was going to let Doflamingo do these things with him, he was going to be very strict about certain matters. Getting all the attention was one of them. If Doflamingo so much as thought of finishing first, he'd send him flying home in a sandstorm. Some gentleman he was, Doflamingo thought.
But it wouldn't be long now. He knew Crocodile well enough to spot the signs. He wasn't a very vocal man when it came to sex, but the way he muffled his voice in his pillow, rolling his hips back and clinging at the sheets as if he was afraid of falling was enough to tell. "Please, please come already," Doflamingo pleaded, teeth sunk into Crocodile's shoulder. "I can't hold back anymore."
"Fuck you, don't rush this," came Crocodile's muffled voice from below him. But Doflamingo could feel him twitch and tremble around him, and he nuzzled his face against Crocodile's back, letting out a frustrated groan.
"Just let go, fuck your stupid ego already." He was so close himself, every thrust just making things worse. His fingers twitched as he dug them into the soft flesh of Crocodile's hip, burying his nails deep, leaving white marks. Crocodile was so fucking stubborn and he was so desperate to come. "I fucking hate that I let you do this to me," he moaned, and with the next thrust, Crocodile let out a muffled scream and for a second, Doflamingo thought he'd done it, but Crocodile just writhed, cringing, holding out even more.
Doflamingo had to stop his movements to catch his breath. He was shaking, dark spots dancing before his eyes when he looked down to Crocodile's bent neck. Both their breathing was heavy, Doflamingo felt sweat rolling down his temples and nose. "The fuck is the matter with you," he croaked. "Are you fucking enjoying this or what is your problem?"
"A little." He was gonna think he imagined that, with Crocodile burying his face in the pillow beneath him and muffling his voice. But he caught a glimpse of Crocodile's golden earring, slightly shimmering in the dim light between black strands of hair, and next to it, just the faintest idea of a smile in the corner of Crocodile's mouth. Doflamingo let out a low growl, when he, although it almost pushed him over the edge, slowly slid back out.
"Hey, what—" Crocodile began, no sign of the amused tone in his voice now, when Doflamingo yanked him around so he was on his back.
"Shut it, Croc, I can do this better with you like this," he mumbled, spreading Crocodile's legs to his sides, marveling just a second at the sight he could behold. Crocodile was quick to follow his gaze down his body to his own throbbing cock, leaking already, spilling sticky liquid over his abdomen.
"Don't look at me," he snarled, but didn't get to scoff at Doflamingo when the man leaned over. For once, there was no struggle when Doflamingo pushed himself back inside, slowly exhaling the breath he'd held in. He leaned further forward, bringing their chests together. He could feel Crocodile hard against his stomach and could see him flinch when Doflamingo placed his hands around Crocodile's face, the touch almost gentle.
"You're a shitty lover, why do I like you?" he asked quietly.
"Don't ask me, you're the one who keeps coming back."
"Yeah... I wonder why." He placed a kiss on Crocodile's lips, gentle at first, then increasing in want and need. Crocodile found himself dumbfounded at Doflamingo's change in pace. With him inside, his cock rubbing against Doflamingo's body, and the kisses he tried to return just as fiercely, it didn't take long until he felt his legs twitch around Doflamingo's hips, his toes curl, nails digging into soft skin. Doflamingo smiled against his lips, satisfied with himself, and relieved he finally succeeded.
But the next second, to his horror, he felt the body underneath him crumbling. Oh no—nononono. He jerked his head up, furiously looking around, but the only liquid in arm's reach was... Oh, he would never hear the end of it—
He lunged forward, grabbed the heavy crystal glass from the night table and splashed the whiskey over Crocodile's chest and head. Crocodile yipped, jerking against Doflamingo's body, and the growl he earned for this was deep and angry, not only the humiliation, but also the waste of perfectly fine whiskey aggravating Crocodile immensely. But the important thing was—he stayed as he was, wet flesh underneath him, solid and hot.
"Fuck, don't do that!" Crocodile wailed beneath him, voice raw and raspy and pleading and so gone.
"I have absolutely zero interest in fucking a pile of sand, stop whining," Doflamingo pressed out through clenched teeth, "the last time you lost control I had to shower twice to get rid off all the shit."
He was sure Crocodile was trying to object, but what little came out of his mouth was unintelligible. With him wet now, Doflamingo decided to take matters into his own hands. He flicked his fingers, binding Crocodile's wrists to his ankles, tying him up to a nice package, tugging at the strings to keep them secure, because Crocodile started to struggle instantly.
"You fucking—" he managed, but Doflamingo only grinned at him.
"If you're into this so much, I can just force you to come," he sneered. "With or without my strings, as I please. What do you think, wouldn't it be fun to have you jerk off at my will while I'm fucking you? And you can do nothing but watch. I'd like that."
He wanted to let actions follow his words, already tugging at Crocodile's right hand, bringing it down between Crocodile's legs, all while he still moved inside him, and then it simply was too much. Crocodile came, hard, shouting things even Doflamingo was surprised to hear while he violently rocked his hips against Doflamingo's, jerking and shaking through the waves of his orgasm.
Doflamingo was glad, thinking he would finally get to let go, too, but even while still coming, Crocodile kicked against his hip with one foot, shoving him away. "Get off, get off, I can't take it," he moaned and slipped away from Doflamingo, falling down to the mattress, panting.
Doflamingo was left as he was, erection throbbing and aching. "You're such a cocktease," he whined, stripping himself from the thin layer of latex he'd been wearing.
Crocodile didn't reply, he just barely rolled away from Doflamingo and wiped away a few strands of hair with a shaking hand. "One of these days I'm gonna have a heart attack, I just know it," he sighed, closing his eyes for a second, chest still heaving, allowing his body to calm down.
"Great, at least then I'll be able to finish!" Doflamingo moaned. "I'm gonna fuck your corpse until it gets cold and then some."
"You are positively disgusting." With a little composure regained, Crocodile reached for a cigar from the bedside table, lighting it while he lay comfortably under Doflamingo who had his hands clenched to fists on his thighs, looking hot and bothered, a little humiliated and absolutely charming. Crocodile found himself smirking.
"Can we please continue?" Doflamingo wailed, hoping the little smile to be a good sign.
Crocodile frowned a little, cigar tucked between his teeth. "Give me a minute already. I'm not twenty anymore."
"Fff—" Doflamingo clenched his fists, head falling to his chest. "You fucking bastard, I swear I'll take your head off one of these days..."
Crocodile shrugged a little and exhaled the smoke to the ceiling. "You know you can't. And that's not gonna take care of your little problem either." He watched Doflamingo flinch and decided to throw the poor bird a pity breadcrumb to keep going. "Well, if you don't want to wait, what do you propose?"
Doflamingo looked up in surprise. This was unusual, and he quickly scanned for his options, suddenly overwhelmed with the possibilities. "I really wanna come on your face," he said finally, gulping.
"If you must." There was the slightest eye roll, but Crocodile propped up the pillow behind his back and settled against it. "Do hurry up, though."
"Fuck, shit." The idea itself almost made Doflamingo come. He climbed over Crocodile, legs to the sides of his hips and leaned over his head, steadying himself with one hand on the bedstead. Finally allowed to, he started to vigorously stroke himself, only inches from Crocodile's face. He could feel the man's breath on his skin, and the bored expression Crocodile was deliberately displaying was making him furious and frantic and desperately wanting to cum.
"I'm so gonna skullfuck you," he moaned, hips violently jerking, already dripping precum on Crocodile's torso.
Crocodile took a drag on his cigar in peace and quiet as if nothing was happening. He blew the smoke up into Doflamingo's face. "I don't think so," he said calmly. "Now hurry up and come already. Otherwise you will bore me to death after all."
"Fuck, fuck." Doflamingo looked down to him, saw his Adam's apple move when he talked and breathed, his jawline, the light skin of his scar, the messy hair. The lips around the cigar, the teeth hidden underneath. He groaned and buried his face in the bend of his arm. "Shut your fucking mouth, I'm not gonna let you boss me around, fuck."
"Oh no? Well, me neither. Watch this." Crocodile took another deep drag at his cigar, holding it arm's length afterwards when he leaned back and put his head back to the pillow and opened his mouth, exhaling a perfect ring of smoke, the tip of his tongue—so red, so wet—visible between white, sharp teeth. With a curse and his name on his lips, Doflamingo exploded, coming all over his face, along the line of his scar, the parted lips, that tongue. Still not done and hips still jerking, he grabbed Crocodile's head, forcing his lips wide open with his fingers and sliding his dick inside his mouth for the last few waves of his orgasm.
Crocodile made a dismissive sound at the back of his throat, glaring up at him from pale eyes, but didn't object. When Doflamingo was finally done, he let go of him, falling back. Crocodile looked at him disdainfully, Doflamingo's cum still dripping from his face. He licked what he could reach from his lips. "I can't remember having agreed to that," he snorted.
"Fuck, stop complaining, I think that only makes it worse," Doflamingo moaned, falling down onto the mattress, panting. "I want you so bad."
"That's adorable." Carefully feeling his face, Crocodile frowned. "Will you please clean up after yourself?"
"Ugh, you're such a pain in the ass!" Doflamingo exclaimed, still lying where he was, not moving a muscle.
Crocodile watched him and laughed a little. "And you really are such a child."
"Shut up or I'll make you fucking choke on me." Doflamingo rolled over, stretching and slumping down afterwards, looking up through his lashes at Crocodile. "You look awesome like this," he said, not bothering to conceal the contentedness in his voice.
"Thank you," Crocodile said as if Doflamingo was not talking about him having sperm all over his face, his smile sweet and dangerous.
"I should do that more often."
"Yeah, just try it." Crocodile looked away when he flicked off the ash of his cigar to the ashtray on the bedside table, and when he turned again, Doflamingo took his head into his lean hands, leaning in for a kiss. Crocodile didn't even object or scold him this time, he just closed his eyes and kissed back. Doflamingo chuckled against his mouth, watching him through half-closed eyes, enjoying the intimacy.
"You're really fucked up, you know," he said with a smile when they parted, running his tongue over Crocodile's face to lick him clean.
"That coming from you? I hardly think you're the one to judge." Crocodile complained with a growl about Doflamingo's actions, despite having told him to do exactly that, and Doflamingo only chuckled some more because that was exactly what he had meant. But he said nothing further, proceeding to kiss and lick his own mark off Crocodile's face.
"Gee, look at us," he said cheerfully. "Having sex without any dangerous weapons around, I'd say that was pretty damn vanilla of us. I guess we are getting older."
"Ugh, don't remind me." Crocodile pushed him away with his arm when he couldn't bear Doflamingo's affections anymore.
"Ah yeah, it's not long till September, right? You want flowers?" Doflamingo settled next to him, one arm around his waist despite Crocodile trying several times to shove him away.
"Fuck you." Crocodile didn't even bother to ask why the fuck Doflamingo would know his birthday. He finally succeeded at pushing Doflamingo away and got up, picking up his shirt from the floor and throwing it around his shoulders. Doflamingo watched idly as he retrieved the hook from beside the bed and proceeded to the neighboring bathroom. Crocodile didn't close the door behind him and it took Doflamingo a good deal of self-control not to just follow him and take advantage of the man's weakness to water. But he knew better.
"Hey, I'm starving," he called, trying to drown out the sound of the shower running. "What about you? I think of heading back down to the bar and grab something to eat."
"Ugh, don't eat the stuff these people get," Crocodile replied from under the shower.
"I'm still starving, though." Doflamingo pouted a little even though Crocodile couldn't see his expression. There was a pause.
"How late is it? ... and do I want to know?" Crocodile said after a while from the bathroom. While Doflamingo rolled to the bedside table to retrieve Crocodile's pocket watch from his waistcoat, the water stopped and Crocodile reentered the room in a bathrobe and a towel around his neck. The hook was back where it belonged.
"Almost six," Doflamingo said, and glanced up when Crocodile groaned. "Hey now. Don't say you shouldn't be up, only old people do that. We can totally still fuck the entire night."
"Well," Crocodile said, drying his hair with the towel, "There's an acceptable place just a few minutes from here... we could get some breakfast."
Doflamingo was surprised at the unusual offer and smiled. "Yeah, sounds good!" he said. "It's faster though if I just go and get us something. You wouldn't even have to leave the bedroom."
"No, it's okay. I feel like getting some air." Crocodile made sure he avoided Doflamingo's eyes but he could almost feel the man's grin. "You should go shower too. Otherwise everybody will be able to tell."
"Oh yeah? Good." Doflamingo laughed to himself at Crocodile's annoyed eyeroll when he went to get fresh clothes. Doflamingo did prefer to have Crocodile's scent linger on his skin, the memory of kisses and touches, at least for a while. In a few hours he'd be back at the Royal Palace in Dressrosa and all of this would be forgotten, so he really wanted to take home at least this much.
He grabbed his clothes from the floor and quickly got dressed, while Crocodile in his dressing room decided on a completely new outfit, dress pants, shirt, cuff links, cravat and all. He rolled his eyes again at Doflamingo when he threw his coat around his shoulders. "Can't you at least button it up?" he complained with a mild nod to Doflamingo exposed chest and abdomen.
"No way, it's a fucking desert outside, remember?" Doflamingo replied and headed for the window, but a little noise Crocodile made in his throat halted him. He smacked his forehead with his palm. "Oh yeah, right. Sorry. The door. Of course. It's so unusual to have you accompany me."
"Do not make me regret this, birdbrain. Now come on, I thought you were starving."
Doflamingo's smile never left his lips when he followed Crocodile. What do you know, he thought. He came for the sex, obviously. But it was a nice change of pace to get to stay afterwards.
"Don't get any fucking ideas," Crocodile said next to him, as if he could read his mind. He lighted a cigar as he walked. "This means nothing."
"Aww. Your 'nothing' is my favorite. You really are my dearest reptile."
"I'm gonna feed you to mine if you don't shut up."
Doflamingo chuckled and pulled Crocodile close with an arm around his shoulders. Crocodile grumbled deep in his throat at him, but the resistance was part of the game, and they both knew that.
Epilogue
Surprisingly, Sir Crocodile already was in his office when Nico Robin arrived. While not exactly lazy, she knew by now that he liked to take mornings slow and was likely to be in a foul mood all the time before noon. At first she had thought it was the heat, but she quickly learned Crocodile had no issue with the desert. He simply was no morning person.
So she wasn't exactly keen to run into her boss this morning. She'd only wanted to put some papers on his desk and leave unseen, but now he was actually there, weirdly slumped down in his chair. He was normally very cautious of a perfect posture. And was that... a cup of take-away coffee next to him?
Suddenly happy to have an excuse to linger around, Robin stepped next to his desk, papers in front of her chest. "Good morning," she said cheerfully. "You're up early."
He grunted, and at least that was normal. She craned her neck a little; the cup was empty. He'd been here for a while already. "These need signing," she said when she gently put the papers down next to him. He had been writing something but he was good at covering his tiny, neat handwriting when she came close. "And there's the report by the Billions you requested." While he glanced over the paperwork, she took a few seconds to take him in. There were dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't gotten any sleep last night at all. But yet, somehow, he seemed... unwound?
He was still frowning and his lips were as tightly pressed together as always. But there just was something about the way his arms rested on the desk, shoulders relaxed and loose, a stray strand of hair hanging to his face. He seemed less uptight than usual. And what was with the take-away coffee? Robin recognized the brand as one of a small place a few minutes away, where Crocodile would eat occasionally, but he would never stop by just to get some coffee to take back to Raindinners.
A glint on his earring caught her attention, her gaze sliding back up to his head again. Behind his ear, almost hidden beneath his hair and the cravat—was it tied more erratic than usual?—there was a little pink bruise. It was easy to miss. She was sure she would have never noticed it if he wasn't sitting down (making him barely level; she felt tiny next to him) and the earring hadn't caught her attention.
She raised her eyebrows a little.
He caught her staring and frowned a little more yet. "Was there something else?"
She smiled at him. "Nothing," she replied. She was curious, but she knew asking him would get her nowhere. "I'll be taking my leave if you don't need me."
He waved at her dismissively and turned to light a cigar, but before she could leave the room, his voice made her stop in her steps. "Miss All-Sunday..."
"Yes?"
"Send someone to paint these little bird shapes on the windows in my rooms." He didn't look at her, concentrating on his paperwork. "I get birds smacking against them all the time."
She looked confused, but nodded. "Consider it done."
After she left and the door fell shut, Crocodile sighed, resting his head in his hand and looking out of the window. The sky outside was clear, very blue and perfect. It had been a little overcast this morning, but now all clouds were gone. There were no more birds in the sky.
Woooooow. It's gone. It's done. Unbelievable. Thank you SO much for sticking with me. This is the first fanfic I've completed in... I don't know, twelve years maybe? So this is kind of a big deal for me, too. It's also the very first work I've ever published in English, which is not my native language (as you all noticed in the chapters I posted before getting the WONDERFUL, AMAZING Madame Baroqudile as an editor—kudos kudos kudos to her and GO read her stuff (on AO3) because she basically is the reason you're reading my stuff now). So, wow. I'm actually a little sad. Well. But I am also soRRY FOR THE GROSS HORRIBLE UNCONVENTIONAL WEIRD-ASS PORN I WRITE. Unfortunally, I quite enjoy it, in a very masochistic way. (It's kind of like Cavendish, really. Apparently sometimes I just pass out and when I wake again, there's weird sex in my drafts. I don't know how this happens.) Anyway, I hope I could brighten your day a little with this. There will be more Dofladile by me, because I will go down to fucking hell with this ship. I have so many drafts with these, you wouldn't believe it. Stay tuned. Until then, I would very much like to hear how you liked my writing. Both criticism and all sorts of incohorent fangirling of the HASDFKJLA;; kind is MUCH appreciated. 3