Crocodile is sitting in their meeting room on Kabu Island with the blue-haired clown across from him. Mihawk was supposed to be here three days ago but is still a no-show. "Well, what're we going to do now?" Buggy asks, unsure of what their next plan is. Crocodile lets out a sigh before placing the newspaper on the table. The purple-haired man takes his feet off the table and lowers them to the ground. "Do you think he just—left?"
"Where would he have to go? He has no one else, as far as my understanding goes. He worked alone for years, clown."
"What makes you so sure he'll return with our ship? And with the loot or whatever he's managed to collect! Like—" Buggy scoffs. "If he's such a loner as you say, why wouldn't he just high tail it out of here at the first given opportunity?"
Buggy has a point, but at the same time, Crocodile knows the greatest swordsman will come back. He's just taking his sweet ass time getting back. "He'll be back," the purple-haired man stares before grabbing the newspaper and opening it back up to where he left off. The blue-haired man shakes his head in disbelief. A second later, they hear footsteps approaching the door to their meeting room. The doors open, and it's one of Buggy's men. "Um, sorry to disturb you, but the swordsman is back," the man says, looking a little pale.
Crocodile looks up from the papers in his hand and frowns a little.
This is when Mihawk turns a corner and struts over to the meeting room. Buggy didn't see what Crocodile did when he felt him approaching, so the purple-haired man's startled gaze worried Buggy. When Mihawk enters the room, he's drenched in blood from head to toe. He places some papers onto the table, also covered in blood, before turning to leave. "You're—you're—" Buggy stutters, looking on in horror. Mihawk turns around with an annoyed gaze. "What is it, clown?"
"You're covered in blood," Crocodile mutters. Mihawk turns to look at him next before nodding. He knows. Obviously, if he didn't, that would've looked not very smart on his part. "Are you—" Crocodile tries to ask, but Mihawk shakes his head. "Not mine," he says before leaving the room and heading off to his own. The large tent that Buggy's crew put up is covering a large stone building where these three have been staying.
The ravenette walks down the hallway and makes a left before making another left to his room. He shuts the door and places Yoru next to his bed. His hat is the next thing to come off his body. He places that on the bed as he wanders over to the bathroom. When he feels a slight breeze from behind him, he goes into attack mode and pivots on his toes to get to his sword. He's stopped and pinned to his bed by Crocodile. The ravenette disengages his attack and lays there under the purple-haired man. "What're you doing here, Crocodile?" Mihawk asks, staring up at the purple-haired man with piercing crimson eyes. Crocodile licks his lips and smirks. "What does it look like?"
"I need to have a bath for—"
"No."
"No?"
"No. Stay. You can have one after." This is when Mihawk feels a large bulge poking his leg. "You're getting off on this, aren't you?" Mihawk asks, a little amused. "What if I am?~" the purple-haired man growls next to his ear. Mihawk turns his head to the side and lets Crocodile kiss his neck. He lets out a soft sigh as the feeling of the lips on his neck makes his hips roll. "Too slow," Mihawk warns before his legs latch around Crocodile's waist and pull him down towards his body more. "If you're going to fuck me, do it quicker," the ravenette demands. "Or we-I'm just going to wash this off."
"You're very impatient today... Take off your coat." And so Mihawk does as well as his shoes and pants. Crocodile quickly gets undressed and gets pinned to the bed by a feral greatest swordsman. Mihawk takes a knife from Satan to know where and slowly drags it up Crocodile's leg, up to his thigh, before slowly digging it into the flesh. It stings, so he flinches, but he doesn't protest any of this.
Mihawk looks like he's enjoying himself, maybe a little too much. He's still covered in someone or multiple someone's blood, looking like a demon that's just crawled up from hell. It's thrilling, to say the least. Mihawk takes the blade out of his flesh and, again, slowly drags it up his torso to his collarbone. The blade stops on his neck, and suddenly, there's a hungry look in Mihawk's red eyes that tells him he's in danger. If he doesn't stop Mihawk from doing what he thinks he's going to do, he's not going to be able to see the next day. Crocodile gently places a hand on the knife and slides his finger under the other's. This is when the purple-haired man takes the knife away before tossing it somewhere in the room. Mihawk blinks down at him, looking a little confused.
Crocodile sits up and pins Mihawk to the bed before biting into his neck enough to draw blood. The ravenette squirms under him. The purple-haired man licks the wound and sticks his fingers into Mihawk's hole. He had gathered enough blood from his leg wound before sticking them into the ravenette. Mihawk throws his head back as he digs his fingernails into the purple-haired man's back. Crocodile arches slightly but doesn't stop what he's doing. He pumps his fingers in and out of the ravenette's hole, touching and rubbing every last inch. Mihawk, on the other hand, continues to scratch up Crocodile's back like a damn cat. The purple-haired man thinks, 'he's gotta clip those damn nails! They're too long... He's like a cat. A psychotic demon cat. He is really hot, though.' Crocodile sticks another finger in. This causes Mihawk to bite his neck.
Crocodile lets out a groan. After this, he's going to look like he was attacked by a wild animal. Does it really matter, though? At the moment, he doesn't care.
The bed creaks under their weight, and the blanket shifts when they move.
"Enough," Mihawk growls as he grows impatient. "Just put it in already." Crocodile smirks before taking his fingers out. He strokes his dick with some blood before lining up and pushing himself in. The ravenette lets out a grunt as Crocodile's large penis enters him. When he bottoms out, Mihawk can see a little bit of a bulge in Mihawk's abdomen that makes his grin wider. Mihawk clenches a few times, trying to adjust to the size. "Breathe, love," Crocodile reminds feeling a little weak from the blood loss. Crimson liquid rolls down his neck and off his collarbone, dripping onto the ravenette from the bite he gave him earlier. "Move," the ravenette states with his eyes closed. The purple-haired man grips his right hip before beginning to thrust into him. It's slow at first only because there's not enough lubricant. Blood maybe wasn't the best choice for this kind of activity, but they were too focused and blinded by lust to notice or really care.
Mihawk lets out a sharp breath through his teeth while grips tightly onto the blanket under him. 'It looks like it hurts,' Crocodile thinks before pulling out completely. Mihawk opens his glazes over his eyes to shoot a glare at the other man. He watches as the purple-haired man crawls to his bedside table to search the top drawer. He pulls out a small bottle before crawling back. He gets Mihawk to lie with his head on the pillow inside of the bed. This way, this will be more comfortable for him. The ravenette protests at first, but Crocodile isn't going to give in to him when it looks like it hurts. "I like the pain," Mihawk admits with a devilish undertone that makes Crocodile shout. He puts some lube onto his penis before sliding back in suddenly and without too much warning. Mihawk lets out a shocked gasp before a noise similar to a moan escapes his throat.
The purple-haired man snaps his hips harshly into the other's pelvis, earning a yelp from the ravenette. Mihawk roughly yanks his hair before smashing their faces together. Teeth clash together like they're trying to eat each other's faces off. Mihawk bites Crocodile's lip, and it's enough to penetrate the skin. He draws blood and sucks on the purple-haired man's bottom lip. Crocodile moans into Mihawk's mouth while he trusts him quicker than before. Mihawk's long fingernails make their way back to his back. He claws into his skin, and Crocodile lets out a frustrated breath before pulling away from the kiss. Mihawk licks his lips. He knows exactly what he's doing, and he's loving it. Causing pain is his specialty. He absolutely adores the look on his victim's faces when he's about to end their lives and the blood. Oh, the blood. He's always loved the color red especially when it's coming out of his victim's bodies.
Crocodile leans down to attack the ravenette's neck. He doesn't know what the other is thinking, but he knows it's something fucked up. The way he smiles up at Crocodile when he pulled away from their kiss told him everything he needed to know. He enjoys suffering and pain. "Red looks—so beautiful on you—you Crocodile~" Mihawk mutters before his eyes roll back in his skull. He lets out a sharp moan before his body does a roll. Crocodile shuts his eyes tightly, feeling overwhelmed.
"Harder."
"Mihawk—"
"I can take it. Make me f—fee—ah—feel it!" The ravenette chokes out between breaths. There's something utterly sadistic about the way Mihawk's being is. It's something Crocodile adores about the swordsman, though. They're both messed up like that. They enjoy the suffering of others, but maybe a little too much.
The purple-haired man stops thrusting in order to hike up Mihawk's hips a little more. When he's high enough, he gets a different view of the ravenette. "Stop staring and—" Mihawk chokes out before the thrusting starts back up again. It's like sparks shooting up into his body with each thrust as it connects with his own.
Unfortunately, at this angle, Mihawk can no longer dig his fingers into Crocodile's back. That kind of pisses him off a little. He loves hearing the Crocodile groan as he inflicts pain on him. However... The ravenette's eyes travel up from the other's stomach to his neck. Red is still slightly coming out of the wounds he did manage to inflict, and it makes his heart beat quickly. He lets out a pleased groan. "You're one sadistic bastard, Mihawk," the purple-haired man admits, and Mihawk chuckles deeply. "Close," he mumbles. "Hold your legs," the purple-haired man says. The ravenette holds his legs closer to his body and up more. This gives easier access to fucking the ravenette deeply.
"Fuck," Crocodile groans out. Mihawk clenches around the purple-haired man's penis. "Don't—do that. You're going to sever it off," Crocodile says fearfully. That's exactly something this man would do. Mihawk only smirks before his body lets out a spasm. He cums onto his chest, and Crocodile fucks him through his orgasm until the oversensitive Mihawk squirms too much. He holds onto Mihawk's hips with his hook and hand as he cums deeply into the ravenette's ass. Mihawk lets out a whine of displeasure. "Thought you said you wanted it deep?" Crocodile reminds.
When the purple-haired man pulls out, Mihawk sits up and tackles Crocodile to the bed, licking their lips together. He pulls away and just ends up laying the purple-haired man's chest. "Let's get cleaned up. I've gotta now disinfect these wounds you gave me," Crocodile admits out loud, earning him a satisfied sigh from Mihawk.