AN- Just remembered this site allows polls (btw I made a poll). And does traffic reports. And everything else. I've been playing with this site after ignoring all it's extras for so long. Anyways, enjoy this chapter.
-Sunflower Skies-
Crocodile washed himself with a warm wet towel, letting it rest and soak against his pale face as he listened to Doflamingo talk to the young ivy-haired woman who had escorted them back into the castle and into Doflamingo's newly acquired room. His eyes closed as lukewarm cloth pressed against his cheeks, and a feeling of absolute pleasure surfaced all across his face, so calming that he might have forgotten why he was even in the washroom to begin with.
Doflamingo kissed Monet goodbye, his heart actually aching when she blushed and waved a hand at him, telling him for the umpteenth time that she would make sure to bring all that he had requested just prior to their parting. It hurt him a bit to see her leave. Doflamingo understood that his sudden neediness for attention was only temporary, but that didn't make it any less real. He watched her disappear into the long hallways before rubbing his nose, stopping and reminding himself not to fall prey to sadness, and then walked into his extravagant room, slamming the doors shut behind him.
Of course he had picked out the room with the best view. Size didn't matter so much, nor position of room, or even title (Lao G acquired old man Riku's room). Doflamingo's new dwellings had a wonderful view of the garden, the side that held so many of the country's tropical flora, resulting in a bedside view that was filled with colorful and rich fragrance. Nothing less for the country's new king, Doflamingo had thought with a smirk.
Right now he was smirking, but this time it was over the current scenario. He could hear his own heart beating against his ribs, beckoning for the extreme sensations that one could only experience when under such heavy influences. It wasn't the first time Doflamingo had drugged sex. He knew exactly what he was getting into, and with whom.
Doflamingo passed by the table that held two very distinct coats, the pink feathery one looking a little dirty from being left on the ground for so long. "Croco?" Doflamingo called out, knowing full well where the older man was hiding. He spotted a small, light piece of fabric resting by the dark coat. He picked it up and stared at the tossed ascot, his face beginning to turn red with blush. His hand rested on the side of his face, starting up the cheek before wrapping around the sunglasses, removing them once more and placed delicately on the corner of the table, along with Crocodile's discarded clothing. He blinked, raising his head and staring out to see the array of colors from the amazing view, a smile replacing the smirk as he was instantaneously moved by it all.
"Croh-Coh-Di-yahl," Doflamingo sang out. The table felt nice and cool against the palm of his hand. Doflamingo continued to stand where he was, soaking in the new sensation, letting it distract him from sounds of water running in the washroom. It seemed just about anything now felt pretty damn good to touch. He wondered if Crocodile was feeling the same. No, he certainly was, if not on a much, much higher scale. Doflamingo chuckled just thinking about the one cup he had struggled to get through, versus Crocodile's two.
The tall Shichibukai tore himself away from the table, his mind now focused entirely on Crocodile's being, soaking itself with water, partly to make the act of moving about more bearable, the other to quite possibly bring him down to a more tolerable level. Doflamingo couldn't begin to imagine how difficult it must have been to trek the castle when every other step resulted in something breaking down. How humiliating it would have been for the older man, if it were any other situation. Doflamingo had made so much fun of it that Crocodile couldn't help but not be upset, not with his brain drenched in endorphins. At worst it was an annoyance, at best it gave a reason for Doflamingo to continue touching and feeling up Crocodile, given that the stimulation was distracting enough for the body to focus on, rather than turning itself into sand.
Doflamingo approached the entrance to the washroom, his eyes locked on the tall figure that held on to the edge of the sink, staring tiredly at his own reflection. His eyes locked on the hook and the way it rhythmically swung. Doflamingo took smaller steps as he made his way inside, watching each unusual body movement take place in front of him, letting him know just how at ease Crocodile currently was. The chest was slowly expanding and contracting, the body shaking, but not quite enough to cause worry.
He stared into the reflection, noticing right away that Crocodile's eyes were on nothing. Those golden eyes were staring out into space, catching the movement of invisible forces, of hallucinations that Doflamingo wasn't lucky enough to detect. But in that reflection Doflamingo could see the moist skin, naked neck and a glimpse of collarbone, the droplets collecting at the ends of a few strands of hair that had gone undone when a wet towel had gone through. Those parted, pale lips had a small collection of wetness that caused Doflamingo to frown, his eyes filling up with desperation and hunger as he waited for Crocodile to come back to reality, just so he could snatch him right back up.
"Crocodile," Doflamingo called. He watched Crocodile eyes light up for a moment, turning in the direction of the man, going dull once they made contact.
"You with me?" the blond asked. He saw broad shoulders suddenly jerk upwards, a quick noise, as though Crocodile had suddenly awoken from his dream-like state. Doflamingo waited until Crocodile blinked, nodding his head before releasing his hand from the sink. Doflamingo walked over and grabbed the towel resting at the base, squeezing leftover water from it and resting his other hand on the man's shoulder.
"Maybe I should have said something about that tea," he muttered, lifting Crocodile's face up and removing all those seductive droplets from the man's face and neck.
"You think?" Crocodile remarked. He swatted Doflamingo's hand away, insistent that he had better control than what he let on. Of course, it had been years since Crocodile allowed himself to take pleasure in such juvenile activities, and right now he just finished staring at a reflection that had carried the entire galaxy in it. He wasn't even sure where half these images were coming from, what part of his mind was allowing these colorful depictions of reality take hold and control him.
"How are we doing?" Doflamingo asked, grinning widely at the man. He tossed the towel into the hamper, walked over to a small cabinet opened it while Crocodile sighed, exiting the washroom, feeling a floating sensation take hold as he stumbled his way over to the bed.
Crocodile answered, "Fine." He didn't mind the floating. Crocodile sat himself on the edge of the bed, arms crossed as his eyes lidded, his head lowering as he felt his mind, then body, being taken from the bed. This was something he could recall. He remembered what it was like to feel gravity being mentally taken away, resulting in him feeling like he was afloat, his body spinning and drifting without anything really taking place. Crocodile's hand found itself covering his face, his fingers rubbing against his eyelids, an open mouth spreading across the face as a strange, wonderful feeling took over his mind.
Doflamingo had been holding a small container of coconut oil when he heard a soft thud, causing him to dart out and exhale with great relief when he saw Crocodile on the bed, and not on the floor. Of course, he was once again feeling irritated when he saw the breathing, loud and this time more rapid, along with the smile on the man's covered face. Doflamingo held on to the bottle, waiting for the right moment to bring Crocodile out of his trip. There was little fun having drugged sex when the receiver was out in lala-land. Doflamingo preferred to have his partners be at least semi-aware of what was going on around and in them.
The blond dropped to his knees, placing the container to the side as he decided to carefully begin undoing Crocodile's belt. He would be kind enough to let Crocodile have another minute of fun, but in the meantime Doflamingo wasn't about to just stand and wait around. And how delightfully surprised Crocodile would be once he came to and saw that he was already undressed and prepped up! Doflamingo smiled, not finding any fault with this plan.
The belt was easily undone, and the button and zipper quickly followed. It was so much easier when you could see what you were doing. Doflamingo had to continuously stop and look around, but it was still so much easier to undress Crocodile now than it had been outside. His fingers latched around the seam of the pants, stopping only to listen and wait for Crocodile's breathing to slow down a bit more, for those already taunting noises that left those lips to settle. He could feel his own breathing betray him. Doflamingo pressed his head against the man's lower stomach, his fingers curling inward, slowly dragging the pants down as Crocodile broke into an uncontrolled, yet mild laughter. Doflamingo heard it and grinned, fighting back his own personal urge, continuing to yank away at the trousers, pulling them past the hips before snorting into Crocodile's shirt.
"Goddamnit," he hissed, shaking his head against the nice clothing. His face was beginning to ache. "Stop laughing!"
Crocodile's eyelids fluttered against the hand. He stared into darkness for a brief second. He lifted his hand up, watching blurred surrounding and swirling lights, taking in the heavy tropical scent of flowers and gathering moisture. There were fingers clinging to his hips, and they were tickling him quite horribly. He wasn't spinning out of control anymore, but still somehow floating. Doflamingo was clinging to him like a child, his back pressed against the bed covers, and though Crocodile could feel the collecting heat against both sides, somehow he felt as though he was a breeze away from being lifted off.
His hand reached out for the ceiling, trying to grab whatever it was that moved across the decorated mural top. Forget the art; he was too distracted by the shapes, the colors, and the painfully good burn that was erupting from his lower region. Finally, after a groan, he replied back to Doflamingo, "tired."
"Don't you dare fall asleep," he heard Doflamingo threaten into his shirt. The vibrations felt wonderful. "Lift yourself up…"
Crocodile felt another tug. It was then he became aware of the cool air against bare flesh. The smile faded a bit. Another tug and Crocodile finally obeyed the command, just long enough for Doflamingo to pull his bottoms far enough to expose Crocodile's manhood.
It was not a welcoming sensation, and Doflamingo could tell right away from the look on Crocodile's face that he would have rather keep the layer of clothing on, for comforts sake. Doflamingo sighed, knowing he had no choice but to make things worse by standing up, taking away more warmth from that greedy, reptilian man. He pulled himself away from the tasty scene, spotting Crocodile's penis at half-mass, the back of his mind screaming for him to just grab and play with it. He stood up, hand on the man's thigh, petting it gently as he beckoned for Crocodile to kick his shoes off, to get the rest of those pesky clothes off, while the other hand grabbed the bottom of the man's shirt, pulling it up only about halfway before remembering about the buttons, watching the man naturally, almost instinctively arch his back, making the act a bit easier.
Doflamingo stared down at a pale stomach, starting with the navel, the way the skin around it heaved up and down, the pain between his legs growing more as his gaze traveled down a trail of dark hair, back to aroused genitals, and then suddenly all the way up to Crocodile's reddened face. Golden eyes that couldn't concentrate on a object for more than a few seconds temporarily locked on to his blue, and before breaking contact Doflamingo saw a hand reach out to him, decorated fingers stretched out, not quite reaching, much in the same matter as a feline looking for attention, and a thin, hungry grin accompanying it. Somewhere inside of Doflamingo, all patience ceased to be. There was no way they were going to get all their clothes off.
He forced Crocodile down on the bed with the weight of his body, face to face, Crocodile's open mouth falling victim to Doflamingo's teeth and tongue while his hands undid the few buttons that kept his pants on. Crocodile kicked and struggled with his pants, managing to get it all off before that need to curl his toes in became too strong to ignore. That floating sensation was long gone, replaced by hot lava and a strange new emptiness that desperately needed to be filled. Arms wrapped themselves around blond, allowing the rest of him to get ravished without complaint. In the back of his mind a voice warned him that this was too easy, he was being too easy. He needed to push back and make Doflamingo work for some of this attention, right? The brain scrambled up a series of different response, each one making less sense than the one before, and Doflamingo continued to molest Crocodile's mouth with his tongue, the hands that he could feel moving around, freeing that eager cock, grabbing his legs and spreading them wide…
Doflamingo stopped, moving himself off of Crocodile and reaching down for that container of oil, expecting a sudden onslaught of complaints from the man underneath, but instead made out a bit of nonsensical muttering. The arms let go and Doflamingo could make out Crocodile covering his face, perhaps out of realization and sudden embarrassment. Doflamingo quickly opened the bottle, reached in and grabbed a decent amount of white matter, distracted only for a few seconds as he watched it go soft and melt in his hands, the aroma strong and sweet.
"Keep your legs spread," Doflamingo said, hands cupping together as solid turned liquid in his hot palms. Crocodile said nothing. He removed his hand from his face, if only to stop him from getting too dizzy, letting the energy produced from the passion reach him, and soak in, letting him become more aware of what was going on. He could still see the light, perhaps more now that he was turned on. Everything was covered in glittery delight.
He made a face when he felt Doflamingo rub against his leg. Crocodile groaned, sobering up just enough to take his time lifting his dangling legs from the edge of the bed, spreading them and doing his best to hide his face when he did, letting Doflamingo prep him with the sweet oil. Crocodile's arm found it's way over his mouth when he felt wet and warm liquid rub against his entrance. It was hard not to react. It felt smooth and slippery. It felt good. It excited him knowing what would follow, and it wasn't like he could easily distract himself with other thoughts. The entire palm pressed itself against Crocodile's rear; Doflamingo not really thinking about the mess; he just wanted to get as much oil on and inside of Crocodile as fast as he could. One hand rested on a cheek, slipping until he had a firm hold of it, while fingers rubbed against and playfully pressed against the small entrance, the oil slippery enough for Doflamingo to easy intrude without much force. He stood, so close to Crocodile, his erection aching while his eyes kept glued to his hands, massaging the man's balls with the oil, listening to Crocodile's muffled reaction, letting the oil spread and drip all over, his fingers following it down back to that small hole.
Finally, he had had enough. His other hand let go of Crocodile's buttocks and placed itself over his own manhood to quickly lubricating it. Crocodile's legs dropped back down to the edge of the bed. Doflamingo could feel the man eyeing him, eager to see what would happen next. Doflamingo wondered if he could remain standing while fucking Crocodile. It was so easy to get lightheaded, screwing while high, but the view would be absolutely fantastic. Doflamingo grinned. He simply couldn't help himself.
Crocodile looked over to the side. He stared out of the window, feeling strangely at ease despite two hands roughly grabbing him and pulling him closer off the edge of the bed. His vision went in and out as he spotted a plethora of different flowers, all so colorful and vibrant, almost causing him to choke a few breaths. A hand shook his shoulder and he could hear a calm voice begging him to please, please stay with me for just a few minutes. He looked up and stared at Doflamingo, at light pink smiling lips.
"Now I know," Doflamingo said, smiling and hoisting up Crocodile's legs, "just how many cups I need I order to fulfill our rape fantasies…"
"Take advantage while you can," Crocodile managed to sarcastically reply. It wouldn't have surprised him to discover that he hadn't said any of it, and everything right now was just a figment of his wild imagination. But he saw Doflamingo break into frenzied laughter, and although Crocodile quickly followed, he did hear Doflamingo comment back on his wonderful, familiar attitude, which was incredibly comforting to hear. Crocodile was sure he was losing it.
"Ready?"
Everything was blurry except for that stupid man and his smile. Crocodile wished he could look away, but he couldn't and he didn't. Maybe it was that part of him that was had some reason, and it wanted nothing more than to remind Doflamingo who was in control here. But as this thought entered his mind, Crocodile was welcomed with Doflamingo pushing and sliding his way in, the coconut oil doing its job, and so well too, not that it stopped Crocodile from reacting. He felt Doflamingo sink all the way in, stopping only when there was nothing left to give, his moans adding to that incredibly filling sensation that was overtaking Crocodile's sense.
There was no other way to describe it other than it being so overwhelming, but at the same time both men could make out every microsecond of it; from each drop of sweat rolling across their shivering flesh, down to a single body hair rising up from the surprise wet smack of skin on skin.
Crocodile reacted first, groaning and grabbing the covers, the hook aimed just right so it wouldn't tear the covers, his entire body shaking from the penetration. It really didn't hurt. The pain was almost invisible compared to everything else. Doflamingo was next; looking down, eyes wide from the spectacle taking place underneath. His cock twitched and melted as it was surrounded by Crocodile's hot spasms, and he could see Crocodile begin to break out in cold sweat, eyes twitching and mouth quivering, that proud man crumbling without some kind of filter to keep things under control. It almost made Doflamingo let go of the legs, just so he could drop down and hold on to Crocodile. But no, this was better. Way better.
Doflamingo held on tight to Crocodile, pulling out a few inches before smacking himself right back inside, reveling when he heard Crocodile utter a low groan. He pulled out again, faster, and about halfway out, watching Crocodile's face burn and twist with emotion, spotting his erection dripping with clear precum, and he slammed himself right back in, down to the base, this time earning a delicious moan from the older man.
He was definitely losing it. Crocodile could feel each thrust into him echo and stretch across his body, consuming each nerve with an unbearable amount of pleasure, a smack of pain. Crocodile couldn't move his own hips, not with Doflamingo holding on with all his strength. Each and every time too, that burning manhood always found it way to rub and torment Crocodile's delicate insides, for just a second (though it also felt like a forever), before pulling out and shoving it's way back in, all without Crocodile's say in the manner. It was insufferable. One of Doflamingo's hands let go of him and found it's way down to his aching penis. Crocodile raised his head up, watching Doflamingo struggle to multitask with his rough, unforgiving thrust, all while trying to stroke and massage the needy, wet organ. He saw the head get covered with the large hand, rubbing and squeezing the tip, and Crocodile's top half going completely numb of all other sensations that didn't involve him being used or getting used up.
Doflamingo watched Crocodile's face continue to react to his touch. He continued to ram himself against the man, feeling a developing friction, as well as a hot tightness that was starting up in his lower region, signifying an end to this ecstasy. He continued his hand job, working up and down Crocodile's cock, watching the man's exasperation, how he just barely kept himself from losing it, even with all these distractions. Doflamingo felt runny liquid hit his hand, and he wondered if he could aim Crocodile's penis just right and catch a taste when he came. Doubtful, but he would have plenty more opportunities to try. This stuff had a habit of shortening resting periods; he might very be lucky enough to have Crocodile cum on his face, or the other way around.
The thought brought him to the edge. Of all things. Damn.
Doflamingo let his nails dig into Crocodile's flesh, not caring if they caused pain or not, his body reflexively becoming more brutal as his movements became more rapid, each thrust going nice and deep inside, feeling and suffocating around pleasurable muscles. He listened to the loud, wet sound of his body hitting Crocodile's, the man reacting with heavy breathing or a distressed moan, those lidded eyes turning red with confusion, his hand feeling how stiff Crocodile was, how he made him get there, and then Doflamingo felt his body burst. It was like an eruption, but not nearly as fast as he was accustomed to. Doflamingo's reaction started the same; he jerked and had no choice but to let go of Crocodile, his hand now holding the rest of him up as he cracked a weak smile, breathing rapidly though his grin as the creation of some universe took place in front of him, his body drenched with euphoria, his hips swaying weaker and weaker as he filled Crocodile, feeling the man respond all around him, Doflamingo's mind and body going numb. He listened to Crocodile weakly spitting out a swear, feeling a small burst of heat him across the chest, causing Doflamingo to look down at the surprisingly abundant mess splashed mostly across his shirt, and dripping down his hand and Crocodile's twitching penis.
Doflamingo uttered a soft moan, feeling the remains of his orgasm exit him and enter his equally exhausted lover, his legs undergoing that same problem Crocodile had not too long ago. He pulled out and rested himself on the bed, almost too eager to pass out and let the day go on without him. His mind was quick to change though, a good thing too. Almost immediately after he felt a wave of new desire hit him all over, this time less physical, but much more needy. He turned his head, watching Crocodile come out of from the aftermath, looking just as defeated and satisfied as Doflamingo currently felt. He grabbed hold. Crocodile let him.
Doflamingo kicked off his slips-ons. Crocodile's head began to spin. Another trip? There seemed to be no end to it.
The older Shichibukai stared up at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of panting, feeling Doflamingo hold on to him, trying to drag their tired bodies up the bed so that their legs wouldn't hang off. The pillows were miles away. The heavy breathing continued, and Crocodile found that it was very easy for his mind to recover from the effects of sex, replacing that afterglow with new curiosity, exhaustion with a worse tickle and warmth that made him smile. Luckily Doflamingo was busy cuddling to notice this. Crocodile could hear and feel Doflamingo breathing in the room's new scent, already quite mixed in with the smell of too many flowers and summery, tropical air.
Hands found their way through messy dark hair. Crocodile sighed and did his best to ignore that childish behavior of Doflamingo's. Another hand grabbed the heavy arm that carried the hook, holding on briefly before gently petting and sliding across the wrinkled sleeve and stopping where part of the arm became prosthetic, and then going back up again. It was nice. This was actually kind of nice.
Crocodile pushed Doflamingo off of him, letting his hand mess with the buttons of the man's shirt. He could see the mess he had left, small stains that would result in Doflamingo having to change outfits for the rest of the day. His head was spinning. Crocodile stopped just as he finished with the blond's top, and he went back to a resting position. Doflamingo sat himself upright and tore the shirt off, wiping away any mess that remained on his chest and Crocodile's.
He tossed the shirt across the room. That tired feeling was beginning to dissipate, replaced with fuzzy circles of rainbow and colors Doflamingo had not seen before. He sighed through his nose, wishing he could remove the rest of his and Crocodile's clothing before it was too late. He looked over his shoulder and saw that Crocodile was on his side, falling into the fetal position.
"You too?" Doflamingo asked. Crocodile nod his head, hand reaching deep into the covers as he blinked a few times. The hook lay limp. Doflamingo stood up and hurried with his pants, pulling them down his legs before falling back into the bed. He crawled over to Crocodile, still determined to undress the man. He wasn't feeling so wasted, so used up. Odds were they could go for another round in about twenty minutes, maybe half hour…assuming someone would get out of the next hallucination to save the other.
"I'm feeling pretty good," Doflamingo said aloud. He sat right next to Crocodile's limp body, eyes glazed, a few twitches the only sign that the man might be with him. It was doubtful. Doflamingo looked around him and could detect that he was being watched. He laughed, letting a hand hover above the first button. "Tell me you're not letting this get to you, Crocodile?"
He could feel hands hold on to him, cradling him, making him feel so safe and young. Doflamingo turned around, spotting nothing, but feeling every bit of it. His naked body yearned for real warmth and continuous comfort. He tried to ignore it, sure of himself that he could fight this on his own, and then get Crocodile out of it. He tried undoing the first button, but then Crocodile turned around, once again resting on his back, his dazed expression resting on him.
Doflamingo pouted. "You had to take two cups," he muttered, looking away. That feeling of hands all over him felt so real. He looked down and spotted the tired left arm dragging across the bed, the hook grazing against Doflamingo's leg. The gold blurred and mixed with the colors of royalty that made up the bed covers. When Doflamingo raised his head back up the other arm was already lifted, with the hand reaching out, those pretty fingers once again stretched out. A millions hands reaching and grabbing him, Doflamingo decided he'd let just one more have at him. He flopped down on the bed, right next to Crocodile, wrapping himself around the man, resting on top to make the most of his body heat, not caring that their legs still hung over the bed. He took the hand with him, eyes on the many rings that decorated Crocodile's fingers, and then on the tired, yet crazed eyes staring at him. Feeling every being's touch all over him, Doflamingo pressed his trembling lips against the ring finger, just barely holding on to his fading sanity before giving that final, exhilarating exhale.
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