You wake several hours later, eyes flying open and you sit yourself up so quickly that you get a little dizzy. Once your vision has cleared, you are able to look at your surroundings properly, and immediately you can tell that this is not your room. Everything in here was for someone twice your size. The bed she lay in was massive and you knew then that Crocodile had taken you to his room.
You scramble out of bed as quickly as you can and thankfully spot your discarded clothing on a nearby nightstand. Your underwear and bra are nowhere to be found, but you could survive without those for now. You needed to get out of here!
You take one last look around before you slip out the door and speed walk to the closest elevator that would get you to your floor. It's early enough in the morning that you don't run into anyone on your way back. Once inside, you gratefully slump down your door, face meeting your hands as the events from the other evening played over and over in your mind.
How could you have let that happen? You were a professional, nothing had ever stumped you or made you question everything like last night had. You sigh heavily and allow yourself to wallow in self-pity before you shove yourself to your feet and run your hand through your hair to reset yourself. A plan was forming in your mind. Not a good one, but a plan nonetheless.
Avoidance would be the answer. You would avoid Crocodile and your den den mushi the best you possibly could until your time here was up. Then you would travel to the World Government's Headquarters and request a transfer to either a different Warlord or even a spot on a navy base. You'd never have to see Crocodile or Doflamingo ever again and could forget all about last night.
Checking the time, you find that it is still early enough that you can get in a nap before having to get ready for the day. You slump into your bed and curl the blankets around you. You'd get up in a couple of hours to take on the day.
Back in Crocodile's bedroom, the warlord emerged from the connected bathroom minutes after you'd fled the room. His golden eyes land on the empty bed and the warlord heaves a disappointed sigh and his nose crinkles in annoyance. He had hoped to be here for when his assistant woke up and had hoped that you wouldn't have left even if you had.
Crocodile considers going to find you, but ultimately sighs and crawls into the empty bed. Your vacant spot is still warm and he throws his handless arm over the spot. He isn't usually so sentimental, but his assistant makes him feel things that only one other individual made him feel. With a grunt, Crocodile closes his eyes and forces himself to go to sleep. He'd deal with his assistant in the morning.
Hours later, you rise and begin your usual morning routine. First was a thirty-minute workout and then a nice long shower to help your sore body. After, you dress in leggings and a comfortable button-up with sandals. You didn't feel like dressing up today. You gather your folder of work and go to the door, hesitating only a bit. You really really did not want to run into Crocodile today.
With a steadying breath, you leave your room and ride the elevator up to the cafeteria. Inside it is filled with other employees and Baroque Works agents. You were privy to almost everything your boss did, someone had to do the paperwork after all. You had learned early on not to question what goes on around here, and you weren't about to start asking questions now.
You wave to a few people that you know and then grab a cup of hot tea and a muffin before finding an empty table to sit at. You leaf through your folder full of assignments that the warlord couldn't be bothered with.
"Well, well," a rather high-pitched voice cackles near you and you slump but still find yourself smiling when Bon Clay comes bounding to your table, "Someone wants to eat with the other lowlifes around here instead of hiding away in the boss's office?"
You close your folder to give the eccentric man your full attention. Bon Clay had been one of your first friends when you started on as Crocodile's assistant. You were glad the two of you were friends. "Thought I'd let you see my pretty face, I'm sure you missed it," you quipped back at him.
Bon Clay cackles and takes a seat at your table, "No doubt, Sweetcheeks," he cooed with a wink. He sobered a bit and gave you a look, "Seriously, though, are you okay? You don't seem like your peppy self."
You wave your friend off. You supposed it was a little weird seeing you up here with everyone else. Usually, you'd already be downstairs taking Crocodile his morning coffee. "I'm fine, just a little queasy this morning. Probably something I ate." You lie. You feel a little bad about it, but you didn't want anyone to know the real reason you weren't already downstairs.
Bon Clay gives you a bit of a suspicious look but finally shrugs, "Well, I'd stay away from the boss today if I were you anyways," He comments, and speak of the devil, the two of you hear a commotion at the entrance of the cafeteria. Glancing up, you find that it is none other than Crocodile, and he does not look happy.
You laugh nervously and quickly gather your things. Bon Clay had no idea. "I'll keep that in mind," you tell your friend and then start making a hasty retreat, "I'll see you later, Bon-Chan."
Bon Clay watches you leave, a frown on his face as he darts his eyes between your retreating form and Crocodile. He has ideas, but the ballerina knows that this isn't something he should interfere in. You would come to him if there was a real problem.
The warlord had spotted you speaking with Mr. 2 the moment he'd come into the cafeteria. However, before he could even take a step in that direction, he watched you practically run out the opposite door. His moon soured even further and he stomped past his other employees over to Mr. 2.
"Where is she going?" he demands of the dancer and delights when the man jumps out of his seat in fright.
"Didn't say, Mr. 0, Sir," Bon Clay stutters out as he rightens himself. He fixed his outfit quickly and cocked a hip at his boss, "I don't think she feels very well today," he comments and hopes that would be enough for Crocodile to leave his poor little assistant alone.
Crocodile grumbles lowly and then turns around to stride away without a word to Bon Clay. His thoughts are a whirlwind and he worries for a split second that he'd somehow hurt you the other night, before quickly dismissing the thought. Crocodile had checked you over himself for any injuries before he'd put you in his bed.
He rides the elevator down to his office, snatching up a cigar and striking it quickly. He calms a bit when the nicotine hits his lungs and he exhales a massive plume of smoke. Crocodile knew that you were fine. His assistant was avoiding him.
After speaking to Mr. 2, it wasn't hard to find out. Not to mention his lack of coffee that morning. Crocodile paces his office and debates with himself. He had two options. Either demand you come to his office now and confront yesterday's actions. Or, he could wait it out and demand an answer the next time he saw you. You'd have to come to his office sooner or later, after all.
A grin spreads his lips, and Crocodile chuckles to himself as he puffs on his cigar. He sat at his desk and pulled a report from Miss Doublefinger closer. He would be patient and wait for his meal to come to him, just like a proper crocodile should.
You successfully avoid Crocodile for the rest of the day. Turns out it isn't very hard to do when the warlord doesn't leave his office all day. However, by the time you make it back to your room, you are exhausted by the days' events. You shower and then collapse into your bed, eyes shutting and you drop into dreamland quickly.
The next two days pass by the same way, though luckily Bon Clay wasn't there to question why you weren't downstairs again. Unfortunately, your folder was now empty of work to keep you busy and away from his office. Today was the day you'd have to go back to the place that changed everything.
You wake up extra early the next morning and get ready. Today you dress to the nines, with tight slacks, and a flowy blouse that shows off your neckline plus a tiny bit of makeup. Your usual flats complete the outfit. You'd learned it was best to avoid anything with a heel when you worked around a man who could turn into sand at will. The amount of sand you'd found in your socks and shoes still haunts you to this day.
You make it to the cafeteria before most of the other Baroque Works employees and grab two cups of coffee. One for yourself and the other for Crocodile. You take a calm breath and then find the closest elevator that will take you to his office. Your leg jiggles as you ride down to the underground office. You couldn't help but be nervous as flashes of that night spun through your mind. Gosh, this was such a bad idea.
To your luck, the office was surprisingly empty other than the usual bananagators that swam outside of the office. You give a sigh of relief and then wave to the massive animals when they spot you walking toward Crocodile's desk. You set down the coffee and round the desk to begin sorting through the paperwork. Crocodile would put your initials on anything he wanted you to look over.
You spend several minutes sorting the paperwork and you are so in the zone that you don't hear the door on the other side of the office open and then close. You don't hear his footsteps until he is already halfway to his desk and you tense. It's far too late now to try and escape him.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see a hand come into view as Crocodile takes his cup of coffee. He sips it and then places it back on the desk then sits heavily in his office chair. You hear the chair roll forward and Crocodile is so close you can feel his body heat.
Crocodile watches you, golden eyes tracing the tense line of your shoulders as you stand stock still. He rolls forward again, bumping your legs and causing you to let out a strangled noise as you jump forward to try and avoid contact with him.
"Relax." He growls low. Smoke curls around you and he inhales his cigar, the plume of smoke ghosts past you to rise to the ceiling. Crocodile slumps in his chair, feeling like he could finally relax with you near him. He reaches out and hooks your shirt, tugging the thin material hard enough that you hear it rip. He tugs again and you take a step back and end up over-balancing right into his lap.
Crocodile curls that same arm around your waist, keeping you secured to his lap. You squeak and try to move only for his arm to tighten around you, "You've been avoiding me, (y/n)." He rumbles.
You gasp when he tugs you close again, cheeks flaming when you feel his chest against your back, "I've been busy, Sir." You murmur and freeze in his grasp. You don't want to give him any reason to touch you like he had last time.
Crocodile snorts, amusement and frustration obvious. "Too busy for three days?" He questions and before you can attempt to explain yourself, his grip tightens around you and you feel his hot breath right beside your ear. "You don't think I'd just forget about what happened, did you?" His hook catches your shirt when he moves his arm, ripping your blouse even more. His flesh hand drums thick fingers against the desk as he waits for your answer.
"Y-yes, Sir." You lie straight through your teeth. Even you knew that Crocodile would never forget the sight of your blissed-out expression as he brought you over the edge.
"Kuah haha ha ha!" Crocodile laughed like you'd just told him the funniest joke in the world. His face cracked in a manic smile as his flesh hand found your face. He traced your jaw lightly before gripping it and angling your face back so that he could peer into your eyes. "You don't know how wrong you are, Doll." He rumbled lowly, golden eyes locked with your own.
This position reminds you far too much of that evening and you begin to struggle. You jerk your head away from his grip and try to wiggle out of his lap, "I don't!" You grunt and shove his arm around your waist. "Stop. Not again!"
Crocodile tightens his grip to the point of pain, making you gasp and double over. He scowls when you begin to push against him again. "Enough!" He barks loudly when you still continue to struggle.
You freeze at his barking order. Now that you've seemed to calm down, the warlord loosens his arm and relaxes back in his seat, "That's better." He rumbles, "If you are done acting childish. I think we should... talk."
You begin to relax when you realize that your boss isn't planning on touching you again, but he still doesn't plan on letting you go. You clear your throat and turn around to catch his golden eyes. "Alright." You agree quietly.
The Warlord grunts and tugs you back so that you rest against his chest again instead of sitting up straight. "It's come to my, our, attention that you don't seem to want the same things we do." He begins and you know that he is talking about Doflamingo.
You frown at his words. "I'm just an assistant. No one important." You murmur. You don't really understand what Crocodile is saying and you aren't sure if you want him to continue.
"That doesn't matter, (y/n)," Crocodile rumbles and his flesh hand drops to your covered thigh. His thumb slides back and forth, causing you to shiver. "You have proven to us over and over again your loyalty, and your willingness to go above and beyond for us." You can feel his breath against the back of your neck and you shiver again. "We know your worth."
An embarrassing sound escapes you. All your life you have scraped and clawed your way up to this position without an ounce of acknowledgment. To hear it from someone you admire? That felt...nice. however, there was still something holding you back from dropping everything and throwing yourself into his arms.
"You made me feel good, Sir." You start and then grab his wandering hand by the wrist, "But you scared me, took from me without asking me." Your voice is tense and full of the discontent and unhappiness you still felt over his actions. Crocodile spoke as if he and Doffy wanted something more than just a side fuck. But that came with respect for one another first.
You turn and look at him again, making sure to hold his gaze no matter the intensity. "What exactly do you two want from me?"
Crocodile stares at you, proud of his little lover for standing up to him. He flips their hands, tangling their fingers together, and brings them to his mouth where he presses kisses to each of your knuckles. He places one last lingering kiss on the top side of your hand. "We want anything that you willingly give us, Sweetheart." He rumbles and you flush at his throaty voice.
"Doflamingo and I spoke at length the other day after you left my room. I'd planned on," Crocodile pauses and makes a low growl sound in his throat. "Apologizing," he says it like it physically hurts him to do so and you find yourself smiling just the slightest. "For our actions, but once I realized you were avoiding me, I thought it best to give you the space."
His hand squeezes your own gently, sweetly even and you feel your heart race. You didn't know how well this would work out, but you were willing to give them a chance since Crocodile apologized.
"Doflamingo and I want all of you, (y/n). If you'd have us."
You are silent for a long time. Mind running as you think over all the pros and cons of being two both men and how they want you. It was an overwhelming thought. Crocodile grows concerned with your silence and is about to break it himself when you speak up. "Both of you?" You ask softly, voice shaking with nerves you wish you could hide away.
Crocodile dips his head. "Both of us." He answers, "The bird will tell you the same thing I have. Just don't expect him to be as nice or patient as I have been." He says and gently squeezes your hand again.
You snort in laughter and squeeze his hand back. That was the understatement of the century. Without the tension in the air, you find yourself more willing to slump back against the warlord and he gratefully takes your extra weight. Crocodile was right. He'd given you the space you wanted, needed really, after that night in his office. A relationship with them would bring many more nights like that one and you flush at your dirty thoughts. You shake them away and focus on more important things, like your job.
"Could I still do my work?" You ask after a beat. If, if this was something you wanted and they wanted to ensure your comfort, then you'd give the two men a chance.
"If that is something you'd want, then yes." Crocodile rumbled and a satisfied grin curled his lips up. He knew their precious assistant would make the right choice. Though he would hopefully talk her out of wanting to work later on.
"And I'd get to keep my same freedoms as I have now?" You press and look at Crocodile again, a soft scowl on your brow. "I won't be some bird locked away in a cage."
"Kuah ha ha." Crocodile shakes his head as he laughs. "No, you'd still have your freedoms. We only expect you to be loyal to us, Doll." He says and his grin turns a bit feral at the edges. His arm tightens enough to have you gasp. "We don't like to share."
You shiver at his possessive tone and slowly nod your understanding. Crocodile kisses your knuckles again and suddenly you are being let go. He gently stands you on your feet and you turn to look at him in confusion. His flesh hand slips out of your own and comes up to cradle your jaw in his big hand. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your brow before sitting back in his chair. "However, we understand that this is a big decision." He starts and sends you a teasing grin when he sees your flushed cheeks. "So think about it until 'Mingo gets here. Then you can give us both your answer."
Your mouth drops in disbelief. Here you were, ready to give your answer and Crocodile told you to think about it some more. You think he's just teasing you because you made him wait so long. You don't know if you want to be frustrated or not.
"Okay then." You decide on and try not to pout.
Crocodile laughs at you again and then tugs you in for another kiss to the brow. He can't get enough of you, but he said he'd wait for Doflamingo, so wait he would. He strokes your hair and then pulls away. "Now, I want you to take the rest of the day off. Enjoy yourself a little." He murmurs.
You blush but nod when his lips leave your brow. You know an order when you hear one. "Well, I won't say no," you tease him and step back out of his reach.
Crocodile watches with half-lidded eyes. You looked delightful in the light of his office and he was hard-pressed to let you leave.
"Get out of here before I change my mind." He snaps at you and then rolls closer to his desk to actually start working. You giggle and beat a hasty retreat and Crocodile watches your hips sway as you leave. "I'll see you tomorrow, Doll. I'll need you for a meeting." He reminds you and you throw him a thumbs up over your shoulder. He chuckles and sips his coffee. That had gone far better than he'd expected.