-Sunflower Skies-
Crocodile lay hidden underneath a messy layer of bed sheets, his right hand exposed and manipulated against his lax will, fingers curling in and out while their blond manipulator watched with the upmost fascination.
"We should go out tomorrow night," Doflamingo muttered, his face hidden from Crocodile's limited view. The words sounded so quick; even though he was sure Doflamingo was slurring them out. He closed his eyes, letting his head spin a bit before humming out a sound. "The nightlife is absolutely amazing…"
In and out, in and out: Crocodile peeked through gaps and stared lazily at the way Doflamingo tried to force his hand. He'd stare for a few minutes before letting his mind disappear, the euphoria dragging him back into the strange warm world, sinking further, until something pulled him back out, Doflamingo or a small distraction.
Both were startled to discover that the day was beginning to wane, the warm air subtly decreasing and bringing in the occasional cool breeze. Neither were prepared for it, and now both rested under the comforting sheets, playing with one another, only breaking when it got too hot for each other, or when someone decided to just bathe in the remains of the drug flowing inside of them.
Spotting golden eyes, Doflamingo let his grasp on the hand go, watching it slump back and bringing itself back inside, hiding with the rest of the body. He grinned, no longer content on a hand just brushing up against him, holding him, or lightly playing with his hair, and brought himself down, his face covering the small entrance to Crocodile's dark world. He had been craving another taste for a while now, but this time he longed for that feeling inside of him. He still wanted that hand gripping on to him, but he wanted to be possessed. He was still high. He wanted to feel what Crocodile had felt twice already. He wanted his turn before it was too late.
"You want to fuck me?" he asked, his shaking body allowing just enough light to hit and cause the golden ones to temporarily glow and glimmer.
Crocodile was more aware than he had been some time ago. He was sure that they had already peaked, and from this point onward it would be a slow decrease back towards sanity. Even then, the body didn't seem to care, and he and Doflamingo seemed to be craving physical attention at a much larger rate. The need for a break between sex had drastically shortened. This wasn't to say he was always in the mood for it. Strangely enough Crocodile was enjoying Doflamingo's perverted hands grabbing hold and molesting a part of him more than anything else.
Doflamingo dove in before Crocodile could protest. He lifted the warm covers and buried his face against Crocodile's, his lips immediately sucking on Crocodile's bottom. Crocodile winced from the light, but was happily distracted by the affection given. Doflamingo pulled the sheets further, his hand resting against Crocodile's lower stomach, fingers tapping against the skin and hair, a burst of tantalizing sensations constantly teasing the older man. It was Doflamingo's turn.
"What do you want?" Crocodile finally asked the younger pirate.
"Do me face to face," Doflamingo half demanded, half begged. He lifted his head up just enough for Crocodile to see the excited look in his eyes. Crocodile wanted to remain covered. He really didn't feel like putting in the extra effort. He felt Doflamingo's hand continue to slowly drag itself against his heated skin, stopping just inches away from his manhood. The stupid grin on Doflamingo's face let him know just how aware and daring the blond was in his teasing. "I wanna see that look on your face when you come."
Crocodile lifted his head up just enough to see where Doflamingo's hand was. "Go ahead," he muttered, lifting a tired hand and gesturing the man towards his midsection.
Doflamingo pouted. "Doesn't seem fair if I do all the work now, does it?" He lowered himself back down, planting a long kiss on the man's forehead. "You've had your fun…now let me have mine."
Crocodile groaned, longing for a smoke. "Spoiled prince," he remarked.
"You're certainly one to talk," Doflamingo replied. Crocodile was just about to reply, but the door knocked. Doflamingo immediately responded, calling out to whomever was on the other side, asking them to just leave the food. Crocodile winced. They had to know what was going on by now, the older Shichibukai thought while Doflamingo continued to pull at the blankets and bother him with his demands.
"A special delivery," he heard the blond remark.
"I'm afraid to find out," Crocodile tiredly replied back. He heard Doflamingo chuckle. Crocodile blinked, counting the seconds it took for his vision to return to normal watching Doflamingo's blurred arm reach out, hand dangling over, fingers outstretched, invisible strings wrapping around the doorknob and struggling to turn it open.
"A new pinnacle of laziness," Crocodile commented, feeling almost compelled to get up and open the door for the blond.
"I don't see you walking over and opening the door," he heard Doflamingo remark. The lock unlatched the door open by a few inches. Doflamingo grinned at the sight while Crocodile reminded him the issuesof actually dragging the cart into the room without making a mess. He watched Doflamingo go at the door again, trying to pull it open another several inches before giving up and tossing himself back into the bed, leaving Crocodile to get up and finish the job.
Doflamingo lifted his head up from the pillow, peering at Crocodile's naked body sneaking over to the open door. His nose buried itself into the bed as his eyes lingered on small marks leftover from previous romantic attacks. He let his gaze rest on one spot, then another, until finally Crocodile got too close to the door, and out of his own concern, let his form dissipate, taking that small pleasure away from Doflamingo.
It was another array of fancy treats, but this time there was far less sweets adorning the plates, and instead of a suspicious teapot there was a bottle of wine, along with some water. Doflamingo could see Crocodile eyeing the latter, and though Doflamingo knew that nothing was laced in it, he kept silent and watched with some enjoyment as the older man closed the door behind him, picking up the clear glass bottle and inspecting it.
"Thirsty?" Doflamingo laughed out a taunt. Crocodile huffed, pacing the bottle back on the tray. Doflamingo laughed again, his hand reaching out and pulling at Crocodile's hook with his tight, invisible grasp.
"Get back into bed," Doflamingo ordered, his blue eyes filling up with reawakened desire. His entire body came back to life, nerves suddenly forgetting the comforts of the bed sheets and yearning for more physical contact. He rolled over on to his back, his upside-down smile earning a frown from the older man, and another hand reaching out, trying to grab a hold of a hesitant right hand. He didn't let it get to him when he felt his strings pull and break under shifting sand. He felt light headed. Sand was twirling up in the air, moving away from the cart filled with all sorts of delectable, resting and floating in front of the bed, right where Doflamingo's arms hung at the end.
The man stared up at the ceiling, feeling particles solidify and drag lightly across his neck, forming into cool fingers that seemed so close to grabbing and choking him. Doflamingo watched two gold eyed appear in the thick, dangerous fog above him, his entire body going numb when he caught the glimpse of gold in the corner of his eye.
"Is there anything in the drinks I should worry about?" Crocodile asked.
Doflamingo chuckled. "You can drink without worry," he answered. "Besides, out particular fungus doesn't work well for a long term high. The body builds a quick tolerance. I'd have to wait a few days before I could surprise you with it again."
Crocodile eyed the blond carefully, letting his rest on the man's cheek as he tried to recall what Doflamingo had said a few hours ago. Even with the hallucinations growing more mild, concentrating was difficult, but he was sure Doflamingo had mentioned wanting to make this trip of theirs last for the remainder of his stay. While Doflamingo cooed and relished his touch, Crocodile looked over his shoulder, staring at the trays and spotting the few selections of desserts.
Maybe it was the drugs, or maybe he was sober enough to harness a grudge, but Crocodile pulled himself away from the blond, not caring and ignoring the pleas for him to return, kneeling down and staring at sweet breads and cakes that decorated a plate on the silver cart.
He heard Doflamingo shift in the bed. "We can eat later…."
Crocodile pinched a small bit of cinnamon cake, letting the mixture rub between his finger and thumb as a thin, cruel smile grew and spread across his face. He stared at his thumb, not the least bit surprised by the oily content that remained. He didn't need to bring it to his mouth to know what it was. He could smell it; bitter, earthy, and oh so familiar.
"Next time," he said, standing up and walking over back to the bed, "I want you to just roll a cigar…"
"Hmm?" Doflamingo flipped himself over and spotted the small cake in the man's hand. He pouted. They weren't supposed to be eating that, not quite yet. Not while still so very high on another drug.
"The smoke taste fine, if not just a little bitter," Crocodile commented, sitting himself back down on the bed, right next to Doflamingo's shivering form. "Fool me once...I refuse to believe that you're this stupid." He peered down and stared at the nervous looking man. Crocodile smiled, already detecting the blond's sudden awareness of the situation. He was fine with that; it would mean less work on his part. He offered the treat to Doflamingo. "Eat," he commanded.
Doflamingo stared at the small piece of cake. That was two servings, at least. Sharing it between two would have been more than enough, but the look on Crocodile's face suggested this was a snack solely for him. He nervously chuckled, letting his hand slide across the older mans leg, trying to change the topic with sexual arousal. "I'm not that kind of hungry," he replied, his hand just inches away before Crocodile moved himself away.
Gold eyes leered down at him. "Eat it."
As high as he was, Doflamingo knew better than to take the cake from the man. "It's too early," he said. "And I haven't had anything to eat in awhile…"
"I know," Crocodile said. "Which is why I want you to have it now."
Doflamingo frowned. "I'll get sick with the munchies…"
"Good thing your green haired friend left so much food," Crocodile replied, slowly raising his hook in a feigned attempt to get the blond to start eating. "How thoughtful of her…"
"Even if I take it now…it'll be a good half hour before I feel a goddamn thing," Doflamingo said. He had hoped this bit of information would deter Crocodile from trying to force feed him the laced cake, but instead he moved right back up to Doflamingo, lowering just above the man's hectic face.
"How fortunate that you've just offered yourself to me," the man said. Doflamingo felt something soft and moist being placed on top of his chest. Crocodile sighed, feeling his head race with another burst of endorphins, added now with hungry pheromones, fighting it all as he moved himself over so that he could the blond to bend under his newly founded will."Now we've time to kill before it hits you."
Of course Doflamingo knew what was going on. The moment he felt Crocodile shift over and move above him, he knew that the man was trying to coerce him into making the same stupid mistake had done a while ago. But even with this knowledge, the sight of Crocodile hovering over him, those fierce eyes looking down at him in the same manner a god would to a mortal, left Doflamingo feeling almost famished, blood immediately rushing down and stiffening his penis to full mass.
"Someone's bitter," he whispered.
"Don't act like you're upset," Crocodile remarked, an evil smirk spreading across his face and leaving Doflamingo feeling so helpless to stop himself from taking a bite. He pulled himself back up, repositioning himself so that Doflamingo would know how close he was to receiving. The older man's smirk disappeared for a moment, with Crocodile falling into a minor trance, only for a few seconds, and once it was over the man looked down, spotting Doflamingo's erection, stiff and burning for attention. He chuckled. "Not upset at all…" Doflamingo hissed a sigh as he felt cool fingertips rest along his inner thigh. "You know what you have to do now," he heard Crocodile taunt.
"Well, fuck me," Doflamingo huffed, feeling static rush and collect throughout his body.
"Well, no, not yet," he heard Crocodile reply. And then came laughter. Doflamingo pulled his lips in, wishing he wasn't already so high, otherwise he might have had to will to go against the man's orders.
But then he felt cold metal touch the tip of his cock.
Pure agony.
Doflamingo cried out. "Fuck!" He grabbed the cake resting on his chest and crammed about half of it into his mouth. He winced while Crocodile broke into laughter, holding on to Doflamingo's leg to support himself while the hook was pointed at him. Doflamingo had taken too big of a bite and could detect that earthy, oily bitterness in the back of his throat. He held in the food, swallowing bits of it at a time, blinking continuously to stop any tears from properly forming.
Circles filled with psychedelic changing colors began to take shape as Doflamingo wiped his mouth, staring nervously at his hand and the remaining piece of cinnamon cake. He wondered if sex would have any affect on his poor metabolism, and whether or not he'd even get to enjoy the effect of the first drug before the second took hold and pushed him into a state of blissful ignorance. The gold hook reentered his vision. Doflamingo sighed as he watched it move and gesture at him to finish the treat. He felt the hand gripping his leg digs its fingers into the flesh. He wondered if Crocodile's own desire would get the better of him.
He decided to just shove the rest in his mouth, knowing full well that there wasn't enough spices to shade the taste, and quickly chewed and swallowed before his saliva made the strong taste too much to stomach.
He heard Crocodile emit a low chuckle. "You're always full of surprises," Doflamingo coughed out. He licked his lips while Crocodile lowered back down, his right hand supporting his weight as he offered his left arm to Doflamingo.
Doflamingo stared at the weapon resting in front of him. "Even after all of these years, " he added, reaching out and roughly grabbed the base of the prosthetic, still a little upset at the overwhelmingly cold touch it had given him. Crocodile made no remark as Doflamingo rushed through undoing the harness that kept the hook and arm attached, rolling his eyes as Doflamingo shoved it into his chest.
"Don't be such a child," Crocodile muttered, staring at Doflamingo with his usual lidded expression. It was so much easier with him back in control. He took the hook and placed it on top of a pillow, careful to make sure nothing would come of it during their next round of lovemaking. He could feel himself starting to come down. It was getting easier to think. Nevertheless, the world around him still seemed to carry that layer of shine that told him he was still a few hours away from becoming completely sober again, and with Doflamingo underneath him, panting like a animal in heat, it was getting harder for the more refined Shichibukai to refrain from doing anything too vulgar.
He started with the larger man's jawline. He brought himself down, left arm supporting part of his weight, Doflamingo's incredibly hot body carrying the rest, his heaving chest tickling the older man's. His hand was all over the blond's short locks, pulling and tugging and taking whatever reaction he could get, whether it was a whine or a groan, pleasure or pain, while lapping up the taste of sweat and skin from the man's well defined jaw. Doflamingo lifted a leg up. Crocodile could feel his own erection rub against Doflamingo's moist skin.
"Mmm, you're stabbing me," Doflamingo whined. He felt thin lips rub against his Adam's apple, sucking and nipping his neck. His body ached. His mind was floating, watching everything taking place. "Are you going to fuck me, or continue lapping me up like some dog?"
Crocodile lifted his head just enough to make eye contact with Doflamingo. "You want that nasty mouth to get smacked?" he asked.
"Where I'm headed, you might be doing me a favor," Doflamingo replied. He felt fingers curls and pull at his roots. He stared lovingly into the golden eyes, feeling his soul getting ripped out from his insides. He pursed his lips together and brought them to Crocodile's. "A few good smacks…I'm already turned on."
Crocodile sighed. "You sound like a whore."
Heavy arms wrapped around Crocodile's shoulders. "Make an honest man out of me," Doflamingo begged.
"Oh, Doffy," Crocodile said, shaking his head. "There's only so much I'm capable of." And then he snorted. Doflamingo covered his face to muffle his laughter. Both men had to stop in order to keep themselves under control of hysterics.
"You're so full of shit," the blond commented. He felt his smile being attacked by warm lips. There was more of that annoying hair pulling, and a left arm pressed against his right, a hand missing out on what could have been wonderful attention. His stomach was starting to feel heavy. "Hurry up," he whispered into Crocodile's ear.
"We've got some time," Crocodile cruelly replied. Doflamingo made it apparent that he didn't appreciate the humor, and Crocodile quickly caught on that enough torment had been had. He stared at Doflamingo's unusually harsh expression and decided that he'd back away and finally give him what he had been begging for.
"Fine," the older man said coolly, pulling himself off of Doflamingo in order to find the lubricant.
Doflamingo waited, lifting his arms up and stretching them, feeling absolutely fantastic aside from the obvious neglect taking place between his legs. He'd blink and watch the blur start and fade all around him. His body would shake and he'd feel every vibration of it, the sensation driving up his spine and heating his body up with comfort. The sheets beneath him were warm and so soft. He thought about sand. He was sure he was sinking into it, quicksand, nice and hot, and so soothing up until the final moments where he wouldn't be able to breath. He felt an arm separate his legs. Doflamingo grabbed on to the sheets, wondering if Crocodile had anything to do with this? The cake was sinking further inside of him, it wouldn't be too long before he started feeling the effects, and right now the sand was pulling him in.
Two fingers laced with oil pressed and rubbed against his entrance. Surprised, Doflamingo's body jumped a bit, his cock twitching and aching. He exhaled heavily through his nose, vision going out as he felt Crocodile's fingers work their way inside of him, careful and too caring, unlike Doflamingo, spreading melting oil as far as they could. Doflamingo could see it all happening in his mind. He thought about it and the ache became a bit too much to bear, so he brought a hand down to his own manhood, rubbing the head frantically as he felt fingers gently rub inside of him.
He heard a soft sigh. "At this rate you'll be finished before I even start."
Doflamingo covered his reddened face, a finger feeling the heat emitting from his ears. "Who's fault is that now?" he sarcastically asked aloud. He felt Crocodile's fingers pull out, stopping and grabbing him by the buttocks. There was some pain, but the pleasure masked the majority of it, and Doflamingo couldn't help but want to giggle at the way Crocodile was treating him. He stared at that slightly annoyed face, and took in the fact that there was no hiding that desire and hunger for flesh, and reveled in it. A bite of that cake and Crocodile could very well have ended up hitting him, and Doflamingo probably would have been more than fine with it.
Crocodile raised a brow. "What are you looking at?" he asked.
"Nothing," the man lied. "Just waiting patiently for you to once again grace my presence." He lifted his right leg up, legs spread wide. Crocodile, a little dazed, but very much on target, moved up, letting the larger man rest his leg on his left shoulder, while Crocodile let his hand slide down Doflamingo's left, suddenly no longer bothered by his smart remarks. He watched Doflamingo's hand lift up, exposing his erect penis, tip moist with precum, fingers glistening in it, Doflamingo's own eyes resting on the small mess before bringing his hand back to the sheets. Crocodile supposed he ought to have made a comment on how disgustingly desperate Doflamingo was right now. Crocodile could have said a million different insults. Instead he took the other man's leg, figuring in about ten minutes or so Doflamingo would be silent, or at the very least slightly more agreeable.
Crocodile positioned himself right in front of the man's prepped entrance. Doflamingo raised his head up, trying to catch what was going on. He felt it before anything else, and with the tip penetrating his insides, Doflamingo was forced back into the bed, fingers curling inward as he let out a whimper. This was not something he was accustomed too, and even with the influence of the drugs there was still some pain associated with the first few inches. There was a bit of friction to begin with; Crocodile was thick, and only one of them had been properly lubricated, but then soon that heated sting began to dissipate, and Doflamingo was left feeling like something was melting in between him, oozing and running down his legs, soaking and dripping and causing him to shiver and smile, until his toes curled for too long, going numb.
The first thrust was incredible. Crocodile hit that bundle of nerves on the first go, sending an explosion of pleasure up and across Doflamingo. The blond couldn't begin to hide his delight, reaching out and grabbing what he could of the smaller man, his facing burning, face aching with glee as Crocodile continued to fuck him, each burst of pleasure mixing with the last until Doflamingo couldn't feel anything else but the ending result of Crocodile using up his body. Crocodile was good with his accuracy; a result of having to use his one and only hand to either support him or hold on to a part of the larger man. His pride couldn't get to him, but he watched with some interest as Doflamingo's eyes went lidded, staring up into nothing, smiling and whimpering at the same time. He loved it. Each little cry drove him to move faster, harder against Doflamingo's swaying hips, hard wet smacks resulting in already tight muscles squeezing all around him. He didn't have to see Doflamingo's swollen member to know he was getting the job done without a single touch. He could hear it and feel it all around him.
Doflamingo held on to Crocodile, feeling his mind sink under a fine layer of sand. He reached out, taking deep breathes, careful to not let any of it fall inside. Even though it was quicksand, and even though he was so close to drowning in it, the man felt so calm and at ease. His body was numb of any pain. The heat from Crocodile and the expanding desert around him made it nice and warm. Despite his uncomfortable position, he was relaxed enough for Crocodile to penetrate him nice and deep, and yet somehow each and every time Doflamingo was crying out, body twitching and reacting to the older man's vigor.
During mid arch, his eyes landed on the garden. The sun was lowering, just enough for the sky's light blue shade to become darker, some other shades of light purple and orange began to creep their way into the colorful scenery. Doflamingo felt Crocodile use him like some kind of toy. He stared at the sun, lavished in the thought of such a reduction, his lost humanity, watching the ball of fire bloom and expand across the horizon, and even though Doflamingo was just some man's fucktoy he couldn't help but envision a trip to the fields later. Something romantic once this was all over, assuming the mixing of two drugs wouldn't leave him with a bad hangover.
Doflamingo felt the back of his throat suddenly go tight. He was sure he wasn't about to cry. The sand that had surrounded him vanished and Doflamingo was left resting on the bed, muscles burning from twisting, his back arched and chest moist from saliva trailed across his skin. Beyond his heavy exhales he could make out parts of Crocodile. His stomach turned and he was reminded of the stupid cake he had allowed himself to consume not too long ago. Doflamingo knew it would probably be creeping up soon. Right now there was intense heat creeping up inside of him.
Crocodile smacked against him, and then Doflamingo had no choice but to shut his eyes, feeling a blast of vibrations taking place all throughout his body. "Oh, ah–fuck!" Doflamingo could feel his entire body going tight, wanting nothing more than to curl up while everything began to build and coil inside of him.
Crocodile was about to remark on the closed eyes, but then quickly saw what was about to happen, his brow raising and a small grin developing as he excitedly continued his current rhythm. He felt the blond shake beneath him, watching the skin burn red. He kept an eye on the younger man's hands, making sure they didn't reach for his erection. Finally, Doflamingo came, nice and loud, crying out an exasperated sigh before his body stiffened up, shaking from overstimulation of the prostate. Crocodile grabbed the man's leg, stopping just as Doflamingo's penis began to ejaculate, a copious amount shooting out before reducing to a dribble. His jaw lowered as he saw the erection droop a little, but otherwise remain relatively stiff.
Crocodile grin spread across his face at this rare achievement. "I guess I was right," he muttered. He reached out and grabbed the semi-erect penis, earning a soft moan from Doflamingo. The larger man lifted his head up, eyes watery, chest still heaving from the aftermath. Crocodile squeezed the base, moving his fingers gently to test out the nerves, a little surprised to see Doflamingo grow hard all over again. He chuckled. "What a little whore you've become."
"Takes one to know…" Doflamingo sighed, sinking back into the bed before he could finish. He body was shivering, sweating cold sweat and feeling as though their session had lasted several hours, not minutes. He could certainly feel it now, a light, feathery feeling creeping up his spin and into his tired mind. There was nothing he could do about it. And now he felt Crocodile bringing his overly sensitive cock back to life, prepping it up for orgasm number two. Doflamingo couldn't protest, not with Crocodile still hard and inside of him. He wanted to go limp and let Crocodile finish up inside or all over him, and then die. He was practically in heaven as it was.
"That's your comeback?" he heard Crocodile ask. "How disappointing…"
Doflamingo tried to raise one of his hands up, grab hold and mess with the older man's will, but couldn't even bring himself to finish the thought without feeling so exhausted.
"Wrap your legs around me." Doflamingo obeyed, and no sooner did he latch back on to Crocodile did he feel the same torment recommence, hot and hard penis rubbing against his prostate, reawakening that sensitive organ of his, but this time resulting in a quicker buildup. With Doflamingo holding on, Crocodile was able to continue stimulating the larger man with his hand, providing some mercy as he roughly fucked Doflamingo's lax form. He found himself enjoying the view far more than Doflamingo, watching the man's expression change as a silent explosion took place in his mind, the signs of another high taking place beginning to show with another dumb smile forming. But the world was spinning around Crocodile, and he was finding it harder to concentrate on the crumbling man beneath him, his own body near finishing.
Doflamingo felt the movement, but the actual sensation seemed so far away. Crocodile fastened his pace, and then he realized the man was grabbing on to him as best as he could with just a left arm, right hand shaking and struggling to pleasure his own numbed manhood, his body only seeming to detect hot spurts marking him. He brought his hands over to his face, covering it and letting his hot breath surround him as he listened to Crocodile panting above him, his hips coming to a halt, his hand milking another orgasm out of Doflamingo that was certainly being felt, but not in the way the man could normally detect. It was so numb, so numb because he was drowning in a never-ending wave of stimulation.
He knew Crocodile was pulling out of him, knew he was touching him, commenting on the strange new trip his mind had entered, even detecting some sense of Crocodile ripping his arms away from his face, forcing the blond's eyes open with his low, soothing voice. He could see the golden eyes staring up at him, mocking him while still loving him, but somehow it all seemed so insignificant, so far away, and so very meaningless.
Crocodile pressed a finger against Doflamingo nose, letting some childish antic take place as he stared at a completely dazed expression. His kissed lips that did not react to his own, soft pink flesh merely shivering and following his own, perhaps out of reflex. Letting the crueler part of his heart take hold, Crocodile grabbed the man, laughing quietly between the two of them as he enjoyed his own mild high, whispering into Doflamingo's ear, "you're really high right now, aren't you?"
It took about two hours for Crocodile come down. By then he was thirsty for tobacco, and the very first thing he did after dressing was go outside to have a smoke, suddenly unwilling to spread his ash amongst the lovely adorned Dressorsan room. Past the garden he knew there lay a city full of wonderful life, parties, drinking and dancing. Sober, he partly regretted wasting an entire day in bed, but somehow could not bring himself to be truly upset over the matter. He knew he had a couple days more to experience this county's extravagances, and, admittedly, he had enjoyed spending his time with the wasted blond.
Speaking of which, Crocodile brought the cigar back into his mouth as he crept back over to the bed, sitting himself on the side of the bed where Doflamingo lay.
The poor fool had taken more than he could process. Crocodile wanted nothing more than to comment on the subject. They were getting too old for these juvenile activities, but much like everything else, he couldn't bring himself to say such things. Crocodile closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath of heavy fumes, letting it rest in his lungs for some seconds before exhaling. He placed the cigar over on a coaster before laying on the bed, grabbing bed sheets and Doflamingo, burying his face into some warm blankets covering the man's neck.
He had made sure not to be so cruel as to overfeed or over stimulate the younger pirate. Even after Doflamingo was left high on just one drug, Crocodile refrained from being too cruel, the surroundings of the country a constant reminder that time between them was limited. If he regretted one thing, it was the second helping of edibles, because although Doflamingo was so affectionate and charming under the influences, there was very little the two of them could do outside of the castle walls.
"I think, perhaps," Crocodile said into the sheets, feeling Doflamingo stir underneath them, a hand poking out and reaching for him, unable to find the man that was just inches away, "that as long as you abstain from such childish antics and commit to recreating this country in your image, then perhaps we can make time to see each other before the year's end." His arms weakened as Doflamingo shifted more in the sheets, turning himself around and staring at Crocodile with dry reddish eyes.
He grabbed on the moment Doflamingo's movement eased, suddenly feeling as though time was running out. "We're warlords," he said to Doflamingo. He saw the eyes divert away from his own. Crocodile waited before adding the dreaded words, "and we're only going to become more busy as time progresses.
"This was…admittedly fun," he continued, resting his forehead against the younger man's, letting the room begin to fill with the smoky scent of his cigar, "but you know why we can't do these things anymore, right?"
Doflamingo lifted his head up, answering the man in the form of a kiss. Crocodile's lidded eyes closed, feeling the bitter realization taking place through desperate sucking, arms and hands fighting to grab hold through so many layers of cloth, forever out of reach.
Doflamingo pulled his lips away, mouth open as he then asked, "…Do you truly mean all of that?"
"Hmm?"
Red, dry eyes blinked at him. "You think I can reform an entire country in less than a year?" Doflamingo asked.
Crocodile reached over and grabbed his cigar, masking his true intentions as he placed it back in his mouth, the taste of the fumes calming him down momentarily as Doflamingo waited for this response. He exhaled, letting the smoke trail upwards. The blond's eyes followed, tired and amused at the sight. "Do you really think," Crocodile said, twirling the cigar between two fingers, "that I'd waste my time with you if I didn't think you were capable of such things?"
Doflamingo was thankful he was so out of it; otherwise he'd might have let some of those more embarrassing emotions slips through. His lips curled inward, his throat burning from the very Crocodile-like compliment. He had to blink a few times in order to stop himself from exposing himself. Sure, Crocodile was watching this, but Doflamingo wouldn't dare break his usual persona even in this case. He sniffed; wrinkling his nose in hopes of tricking the older man to thinking it was just an itch or tickle. "What would you like to do tomorrow?" he asked the man, his shaking voice a result of intense high, not that stupid feeling called love.
Crocodile shrugged, taking another deep inhale out of his cigar. Doflamingo watched as he grabbed the coaster, letting his ash drop into it instead of all over to room. "Whatever you find agreeable," he finally answered. "You know this place better than I do."
Doflamingo nudged himself closer to Crocodile. It bothered him that the man was fully clothes again, save for the coat and ascot, but he supposed this shift of what was usual no longer mattered. He stared out, looking at the setting of purple and deep blue skies, an ocean that once held the fond memory of a gigantic, blooming sun.
"Would you like to see the flower fields tomorrow?" he asked. He made no mention of how lovely it looked during the early hours, or how the winds made the entire areas taste of perfume. His entire body shook with anticipation for Crocodile's answer, which came so quickly, and yet sounded so calm and smooth, with another fine trail of smoke quickly following it.
"I'd like that."
And I'm done with story! Yes, no more chapters, please do not pm me asking for more. I really enjoyed writing this out, but with the new year just starting I'd like to get back to my other works, specifically FG and EH. I know there are some very talented writers in this fandom who would probably do a good job writing these two getting high or drunk, so we should all consider asking and getting them to show off their interpretations. Other than that, thanks for reading this fic, and an extra thank you to those who reviewed or left pm's about this story. I look forward to hearing from you all again.