AN- Here's Chapter 2. Enjoy.
-Sunflower Skies-
It was important to not look directly into the sunlight, but the sight of glimmering intense ball of light, with shards sprinkling and raining down into the blue sky, reaching out and twisting with brilliant waves, was incredibly memorizing. Crocodile would not admit this, not out loud with the damn birdbrain laughing at whatever small thing he did, so instead he reassessed his situation once more, calmly trying to make the most of his time, seeing that for the next four to six hours he would be absolutely carefree.
He continued to lie on his back. Crocodile listened to Doflamingo mutter some nonsense to himself, feeling his face ache with the want to laugh as he watched the tall man pass by, holding and petting the older man's coat, struggling to remain balanced as he made his way back to the tables to place the neglected clothing on top of a chair. The sound of something falling and landing on its side, quite possibly the chair that was supposed to bear the weight of two extravagant coats, made it impossible for Crocodile to breath. He smacked his own face, covering his mouth as he kept himself from giving in to those juvenile needs. None of this was really funny, he told himself over and over. He had to spread this fingers out in order to hide the smirk.
He turned his head, staring at the small bits of gravel that rested on top of the smooth terrace floor. The tiny bits of earth shivered at him as thought they were breathing, almost frightened of his presence. Crocodile watched their quick, rapid breaths, and felt inspired to do the same. He exhaled, feeling his lungs squeeze and retract, his blood rushing through his veins and arteries, and that delicate feeling of his nerves being tickled for simply existing.
"Croc?" Crocodile remained on his back, his head turned away from the source of the sound. A shadow covered him. Crocodile thought about moving, turning his head back up to see Doflamingo staring stupidly at him, and probably making a remark about their inability to act normal."C-Croco?" He refused.
"Look what you've done," Crocodile muttered. His eyelids fluttered. He made sure not to keep them closed for too long. The imagination was a wild, unpredictable thing and Crocodile had not been under the influence of such powerful drugs in a long time. He was feeling a little irritated by all of this. His entire body shivered in delight, but he made sure to keep his mind locked on the long-term goal of kicking Doflamingo's ass when this was over.
He watched a large hand slide into his view. Pushing away all the dust and gravel out of the way, Crocodile watched Doflamingo's head lower, stopping just inches above his, but low enough for the two of them to make eye contact.
Doflamingo chuckled. "Why? What did I do this time to earn your disgust?" Crocodile frowned, his eyes on the crooked sunglasses that were beginning to fall of the larger man's nose. And then Doflamingo began to swing. He lifted his head up, and Crocodile's tired eyes couldn't held but follow and admire the blond's newly obtain flexibility, rolling away from him and closer to the flower gardens that surrounded the terrace. But when Doflamingo broke out into laughter, Crocodile frowned.
"You never said a goddamn thing!" he growled. He lifted himself up. It was a mistake. Blood and a flood of endorphins rushed across his temple and Crocodile's vision began to blur. His entire body went weak, and somewhere down the line an unknown message was sent across his nervous system, and though it felt pretty good for a brief second (there was no hiding that stupid smile), Crocodile could already tell he would pass out if he tried to bring himself into a standing position, and, as if on cue, his body reflexively reacted.
Doflamingo stopped playing with a few blades of grass, looking over and spotting his distressed lover's legs falling apart. Not nearly as high as Crocodile, he was able to rush over and grab the man without completely tripping off his mind. By the time physical contact was made Doflamingo could feel a rush of energy and static running across his mind, every little hair on his body raising upwards as he snorted and held in more laughter, trying to take this problem seriously. It was difficult. It wasn't like Crocodile to struggle so much. It wasn't often to see any logia struggle this much.
"Water," he managed to say. He helped bring Crocodile back down on to the smooth tiled floor. He sat himself down right next to the dazed man, looked around and could see small, messy clouds of sand form in the air; moving around in a strange unorganized manner. "We need water…we'll never make it to the bedroom at this rate."
Crocodile cupped his face with his hand, his hook getting pretty damn close until he remembered the prosthetic's sharp end. He exhaled heavily through his nose, desperately trying to accept the fact that he had almost sliced his own face off. Instead he rested against Doflamingo's back. "Fuck," he groaned.
"I don't know why you drank soooo much," Doflamingo complained, reaching around and petting Crocodile's now-disheveled hair. "Trying to show off, ugh! How unlike you."
Crocodile's eyes snapped open. "I was not showing off!" His raised his hook up again, hoping to get the blond and maybe some flesh, but didn't. He blinked several more times, reminding himself that the swirls and shapes bursting around him were not real, and his back burning nice and hot as it pressed against Doflamingo's.
"You never said a damn thing about there being drugs…"
Doflamingo looked over his shoulder, not the least bit surprised to see Crocodile slipping down. The sand was recollecting only because Crocodile was distracted enough for his body to no longer perceive a confused threat. Doflamingo could not bring himself to care, not with this wonderful new piece of information.
The blond chuckled. "Seriously?" he asked. He snickered and patted Crocodile on the head again, letting his sensitive fingers get tangled under a few long strands. And then he chuckled again, letting his face burn as the past several minutes played out in his head, his mind reinterpreting the conversation when he realized that Crocodile had not been showing off, but instead had no idea that he had drank half a pot full of ground up hallucinogenics.
"Holy fuck," Doflamingo laughed out. He turned himself around and grabbed the shorter man, snorting into Crocodile's expensive clothing and holding on tight as he felt Crocodile try to free himself from his playful grasp. "You. Fucking. Idiot!" Doflamingo joked into Crocodile's back. "You seriously had no idea? Really? I freaking hinted it!"
"You pointed at a teapot!" Crocodile growled. He shook himself once more, but Doflamingo wouldn't stop, and Crocodile was feeling exasperated from moving so much, plus the laughing was starting to get to him and the more he thought about it the more he was starting to see how stupid this all was. So he went limp in Doflamingo's arms, letting the blond sluggishly shake him with his sudden movement, feeling his face blush from embarrassment and a perceived overload of physical affection.
"I probably should have been more direct," Doflamingo cooed into the man's ear, still breaking into a snort with every other word. "I'm not going to lie, I might have relied a bit on word manipulation on my part. This is fun though…and I know you possibly cannot stay angry at me for long, not with your ruined attention span."
Crocodile looked up and sneered at Doflamingo.
"Don't let the anger get to you," Doflamingo replied. He rested his head on top of Crocodile's and let his breathing get louder as he stared upwards. "What's happened has happened," he muttered. Crocodile could feel the man's shaking arms began to rub against his body. He was mesmerized by the sensation, the way it remained an actual sensation several seconds past, the way his entire body couldn't seem to let it go, even after other parts of Doflamingo were also beginning to tremble in ecstasy.
"Just go with it," Doflamingo said. Crocodile could feel the smile. He couldn't see it, not with Doflamingo resting on top of him like this, but goddamn he could feel that idiotic grin burning against him. "Go with it and revel in it until we can find ourselves a cup of water…"
Crocodile could feel himself beginning to sink. Doflamingo was holding on to him, and yet somehow Crocodile was sure of himself that the ground underneath was giving away, and that he was slowly falling into it. He lowered his head, staring down at the ground, letting Doflamingo pull some strands of his hair back behind his ear. "What on earth were you thinking?" he asked, staring widely at the ground. Because it was liquid. The ground was liquid.
"What do you see?" Doflamingo asked, looking over Crocodile's shoulder. He placed a hand on the man's forehead, feeling how warm the older man was as he stared out. "How out of it are you?" he asked into Crocodile's reddened ear.
Crocodile didn't respond. He continued to nervously look around the terrace, completely absorbed and astonished that he was even afloat. Doflamingo pressed his large hand against the man's chest, feeling a rapid heartbeat underneath the layers, and then pressed his self against Crocodile, making sure to hold on in case things got a little out of hand.
Doflamingo continued to speak calmly to his over-excitedly lover. "Close your eyes," he muttered, letting his other hand rest on top of the man's knee, rubbing up and down the leg, trying to keep Crocodile's mind nice and stimulated as he wondered about the liquid in the teapot.
Crocodile looked back up at Doflamingo, staring at him as if he were insane. Doflamingo stared right back, impressed by the man's pupils, smiling down, as he was sure that he could pour the tea remains all over Crocodile without worrying whether or not it would affect him. He stared at those pretty eyes, getting sucked in, the rational part of his brain dead, and the other parts becoming aroused by the fact that he had Crocodile right where he wanted him, pressed nice and close against his hot body, their nervous systems slaves to the influence of the drugs soaking their veins. The younger Shichibukai knew any touch he made against Crocodile could only result in his favor. Crocodile literally would not say 'no.'
His lower half began to heat with need. Doflamingo ignored his body's new hungry desires and kept his limited focus on Crocodile's current state. "Close your eyes," he said. His hand continued to rub the leg, moving up and down, and nice and slow, enjoying the electric sensation that ran from his fingertips up to his spine.
Crocodile blinked. "Are you fucking insane?" he finally asked. He tried to lift up his left arm. It was too heavy. Doflamingo's hand slid inward, causing him to jump. It wasn't unwelcoming. He liked it a lot. His mind simply couldn't handle the sudden change. That hand was so close, fingers gripping the inner thigh possessively. Crocodile was very aware of each one and the way each fingertip seemed to dig through the fabric, somehow reaching and molesting his overly sensitive skin.
"Yes, now close your eyes," Doflamingo ordered, removing the hand from Crocodile's chest and covering the top half of the man's face, shrouding the eyes and saving him from dangerous hallucinations. "You think up the naughty things," Doflamingo laughed into Crocodile's ear. He watched Crocodile's right hand rise up. He pressed his lips against the man's neck. The hand went back down.
"If you concentrate hard enough we can get to bedroom in one piece," Doflamingo hummed into Crocodile's neck, taking delight in the fidgeted response. He let his lips rest against the hot flesh, feeling the rapid beating of blood flowing right underneath. It made his lips burn. His body ached for more. He let his hand slide into Crocodile's inner thigh, not the least bit worried about the hook, or the attitude, or anything really.
Doflamingo rubbed against Crocodile who, at this point, was allowing just about any kind of contact, no matter how inappropriate, being made against him. Doflamingo relished in the very loud moans that would escape from Crocodile's lips every time his hand slid further down, pressing hard against the developing erection, rubbing the fabric rough so that his lover couldn't get any relief. He was sure the sounds would be enough to do him in. Doflamingo removed his hand from Crocodile's heated face, instead grabbing the man with greedy intent, feeling his own body tickle and hurt for some kind of friction, all while his mind and everything around him began to slowly spin, giving him a strange feeling as though he were getting pulled out of orbit.
Oh shit. He stopped and held on tight to Crocodile. He blinked a few times, staring into the man's messy hair, breathing hard, loud, trying to avoid whatever strange hallucination his aroused mind was trying to set him up with. Doflamingo heard Crocodile lightly groan, moving his head away from the sudden burst of light. His mouth opened. He could taste the pheromones in the air. He could feel it scraping against the back of his mind; constantly reminding him that Crocodile was still in a rather solid form.
Doflamingo's legs spread as far as they could without discomfort, letting Crocodile's lower back press against his aching, confined cock, any movement from either resulting in minimal satisfaction. Doflamingo looked around, watching light swirl around, distracting him from his intended goal, with their prancing ways and sparkled tails. Fuck, he was high! Doflamingo breathed in deeply again, tasting some of Crocodile's scent, letting it linger before the back of his mind began to hum with a low, soothing voice.
"Jeez," he muttered, staring at one of the small, fluttering balls of light. The hand that rubbed against Crocodile began to cease as he watched the collection of light continue to move around him. He heard a soft, disappointed whine exit from Crocodile. He heard their breathing. The light continued to move and collect, rising up higher into the sky, burning his pupils even under the protection of his shades, going up higher and higher, the hum in the back of his mind becoming softer as the light was swallowed by the sun, fading into a murmur, and then absolutely nothing.
It was so beautiful a tear ran down his face. "What the hell?" he asked himself, wiping his cheek before the tear could get too far.
"What?" Crocodile asked. Doflamingo sniffed, testing the change in emotions until he could settle down. He felt Crocodile sink down. Doflamingo pulled him back up, feeling that jolt of pleasure run up his body when Crocodile was pulled nice and close.
"I think I just saw something," Doflamingo replied, staring up into the sky.
"What was it?" Crocodile tiredly asked. He brought a hand to his own face, rubbing his eyes. He had not seen a thing, only felt every little movement Doflamingo had done and the way each every action had affected him. His body stung so good, and he would have forgiven the man for having caused all of this, were it not for the sudden cessation of all the attention he had been receiving. At best, one could argue he was something along the line of irritated. Irritated, and quite obviously horny.
"I don't know," Doflamingo answered. "I think its over now…the music ended."
Hearing the part about the music caused Crocodile to raise his head back up, staring cautiously at Doflamingo. His shaky lips began to part. "What music?" he muttered, still making a face at the taller, dazed looking blond.
Doflamingo looked down, moving his head a little to fast. The sunglasses fell, lightly bouncing off of Crocodile's chest before landing and dangling off of his leg. It took a few seconds for both of them to register what had just happened. They both stared at each other, mouths open, Crocodile noticing how out of it the younger man appeared, especially without his sunglasses. Smiles grew on their faces.
Crocodile snorted, covering his face with the right hand. "You look ridiculous."
"You're one to talk," Doflamingo replied, his cheek turning red as he barely held in the urge to point and laugh.
"You're talking about music," Crocodile said. Doflamingo could see the ends of the smile behind the decorated hand. He grinned at Crocodile. Crocodile leered back, the smile fading just a bit, his body still very warm and inviting. He lowered his head, staring out into the decorated terrace, looking over beyond, his eyes locked on the small collection of flowing yellow flowers in the distance.
"You're really high," Crocodile replied. He sighed through his small grin, shaking his head. "I cannot believe you thought this was a good idea." He felt Doflamingo hold on to him, arms wrapped comfortably around his chest.
And then Doflamingo broke into laughter. "I've never seen you smile so much in under an hour."
Crocodile pouted. "An hour?" Had it really been less than an hour since they've started? He continued to stare out into the distance, the yellow flowery field blurring with the green. Doflamingo's hands fell down and grabbed at the belt, undoing it from the buckle, tugging it from one side, hoping to get to the buttons and zipper without Crocodile noticing too much. He did, but didn't really care. If anything, his one-track mind grew very excited.
"An hour, at most," Doflamingo cackled to the older man.
The sunflowers stretched across the fields, their pollen racing upwards into the sky, mixing with the country's already aromatic air. Crocodile rested his head against Doflamingo's chest, his eyes on the rainbowed sky, the smell and essence of flowers running deep into his mind, the perfumes and pleasure reaching down in-between his legs, where Doflamingo's hands took hold and began to play with his erection. Crocodile listened to the rapid heart beat of the larger man, mind sinking as the seeds took root and began to grow and blossom in the sky, while Doflamingo began to hum out an unfamiliar song.
Crocodile panted, feeling fingers tickle and tease him, the sensation quickly becoming overwhelming as each and every memory of the touch soaked his nerves worse than water, leaving him feeling absolutely helpless. "Just…an hour?"
A blurry shadow covered his view. Crocodile watched it grin, lowering down and radiating intense heat, its brilliant smile just above his own. "At most."
Baby 5 walked out, expecting only the mess of a neglected tea party, but froze when she came upon the two men, Doflamingo practically consuming a dazed Crocodile, and sighed.