The tall blond stood on the deck of his personal ship. He was so excited that he could barely contain himself from flouncing around the ship. He'd fled to his cabin twice so far on this trip to relieve himself when his thoughts turned toward his precious assistant and Crocodile. He was such a lucky man to have such wonderful lovers!
Doflamingo was sure he looked even more manic than usual to his crew, but he just couldn't help himself! Sure his family hadn't been very happy when he'd dropped everything at Dressrosa and left to visit, but they would just have to get over it. Doflamingo was sure that his family and his two favorite people in the world would get along much better after they spent some time together. He needed everything to be perfect!
"Young Master," a timid voice called his attention and Doflamingo turned to see one of the newer members. "We should arrive in Alabasta in three days as long as the weather holds true."
Doflamingo's grin widened even more if possible. "Fu fu fu," he cackled in delight and gripped the railing of the ship tightly. "Excellent. I'll have pretty Crocoboy and (y/n) soon." He cooed mostly to himself.
The pink warlord wasn't too worried, though the feeling would not leave the back of his mind. Almost like a lingering stink. It had stemmed from the call with Crocodile the morning after their assistant left the other warlord's bedroom. He hated the thought of you not wanting anything to do with them. Of course, Doffy would never ever hurt the little human, but he always got what he wanted, and he wanted you. So, he hoped that the alone time you'd had would be enough to make your decision.
Crocodile told him that You would wait to give them Your answer until Doflamingo got there, but the bird was just so impatient. The gator had already gotten a taste of your sweet honey and Doflamingo was so jealous! He wanted a taste too!
His fingers flexed on the railing, his fruit activating with his rising frustration and he grinned when he heard the terrified screams of one of the crewmembers go soaring off the boat and into the watery depths below. The subtle act of violence calmed him a bit and soon his vicious strings disappeared from sight.
It was exhilarating to find someone who accepted him. Who made him think on his toes. Someone who looked at him and not through him. That didn't treat him like some kind of monster cause he liked certain things. Very few people made that kind of effort, and it became one of the many reasons he'd become so...obsessive over you. That, and anyone who Crocodile vouched for was okay in his book. So, to have the other warlord want you, well then Doffy wanted you too.
The pink warlord could still remember the day he'd met his perfect little girl for the first time. You'd been so beautiful, even with the scowl painted across your face. That look is what drew him in, it had reminded him so much of the look Crocodile would send him when Doffy would do something just a little dumb.
By then, you'd been working with the sand logia for a while. Doflamingo's original assistant had...been found in an unfortunate accident, so the World Government had sent you to him. After all, if you could handle Crocodile, what was one more crazy warlord?
After that, you'd begun to split your weeks between the two warlords, unaware that they were speaking about you behind closed doors.
"She's competent, you stupid bird. So don't mess her up or I'll gut you like a damn fish." His Croco had threatened and boy did that just make Doflamingo want you even more. Doffy had laughed and promised not to mess you up too bad then promptly hung up on the grouchy gator.
Doflamingo got to see for himself just how useful you were in the week he had you in Dressrosa. You'd taken his hardly used office by storm and had everything labeled and organized by the end of your stay. His disaster office actually looked neat and clean for once and Doffy was just a little impressed you'd been able to do so much in such a short amount of time.
He'd followed you back to your ship at the end of the week, a megawatt smile in place even as you turned around and pointed a finger at him, scowl firmly in place.
"Don't touch a single pile in that office," you made an unpleasant face, as if eating something bad and blushed. "Doffy. Or I'll feed you to Crocodile's bananagators." The warlord had cackled in delight but promised to not touch his office. You had glared one last time at him and then disappeared into your cabin.
Gods, just thinking about his perfect little girl got Doflamingo all hot and bothered. His pants tented and he turned from the railing and loped across the deck to disappear into his quarters, shutting and locking the door behind him with a flick of his fingers.
His pants were around his ankles in a heartbeat, cock throbbing when it was exposed to the cooler air of the cabin. He wraps a hand around his length and Doflamingo hisses at the touch. His pace is harsh, grip almost painful as he jerks his dick. The warlord leans back in his chair, legs spreading wide as his eyes slide shut. His imagination runs wild and he easily pictures you on your knees, mouth stretched wide over his leaking cock. Can see the familiar scowl on your face as he makes you take more of him than what you are comfortable with.
"Fuuck." He hisses to himself and squeezes the base when he gets too close too soon. In his mind's eye, he feels when Crocodile slides his ringed fingers through his hair, gripping the strands tightly. His own long-fingered hand gripped his blond locks, and he makes a mental note to grow his hair out more when his hand slipped. He just grips harder, the sharp pain just enough to send him over the edge.
Doflamingo grunts as he spills over his hand, eyes fluttering open and he frowns at the empty cabin. He sighs heavily and then raises his covered hand to his mouth, cleaning it off with a few licks of his long tongue.
Once clean, the warlord shucked the rest of his clothes off and collapsed into his bed. Even after such a nice daydream and orgasm, a feeling of discontent settled over him. He was not made to be alone. Doffy needed more attention than most people, and he suddenly craved for his lovers to hold and coddle him.
Crocodile would only cuddle with him when he was in an exceptionally good mood but with the addition of you? The thought made an uncharacteristically soft smile spread across his face. Three more days and he would have them both in his grasp. They would be lucky to ever escape his side.
Those three days passed by so sluggishly that Doflamingo ended up sending another two crewmembers overboard in boredom. When that did nothing to cure it, he would escape to his room and sit back and imagine he was already surrounded by his King and Queen.
Finally, on the eve of the third day, the scout in the crow's nest called for land and his ship was dropping anchor at the nearest port. Doflamingo practically bounced in joy, eager to begin the trip that would take them to Rainbase.
After a trip that took far too long in his opinion, Doflamingo and his caravan could see the bright lights and towering casino that made up Rainbase. Doflamingo still didn't understand why his Crocoman wanted to stay in such a hard place to travel when he could be living in paradise with him! Maybe after this country takeover shenanigan was over he could convince both of his lovers to live with him. Oh, that would be perfect!
Doflamingo's thoughts are interrupted when a gust of wind suddenly batters the small caravan. He ignored the sand that stuck to his clothing and grinned when he noticed a familiar green coat billowing in the sandstorm. Doffy quickly closed the distance between them with his long legs.
"Croco!" He crowed happily and glomps the other man only for the logia type to turn into sand and materialize several feet away. Doffy pouts at him, flashy sunglasses sagging as he aims a hurt look at Crocodile.
"Get a hold of yourself, Stupid bird." Crocodile snaps, but Doflamingo can see the pink flush that blooms across his scared nose even in the dusky evening.
Doflamingo scoffs and crosses his arms, looking for all a little kid instead of a powerful warlord. "But I missed you." He whines. He watches as Crocodile lets out a long woe-is-me sigh and angles his face to present his cheek to the pink warlord. Doffy grins and darts in to press a big smooch against Crocodile's cheek before he is quickly shoved away by the embarrassed gator.
"Alright, enough." He grumbled and turned on his heel to march back towards the bustling city. Doflamingo easily matched his pace and walked beside his lover, smile never leaving his face, "Come on, Dumb Bird. They are waiting for us." Crocodile angles a mean smile at Doflamingo, "Took you long enough to get here."