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Mihawk tapped his fingers against his bicep as he glanced around the ballroom with a bored expression, taking in everything as Moria still chattered away. He heard the music change to a sultry waltz and felt an urge to move, to dance. He looked back over at Moria and simply said, “Moria.”
Moria paused mid sentence and looked over with a smile, “Yes?”
Mihawk looked the man over then said, “I wish to talk to you. Come.”
Moria felt a bit of heat in his cheeks and he cleared his throat before looking at his companions. “Ah… Forgive my abrupt exit.”
“Nah, go ahead.” Ceasar waved a hand and grinned as he said, “We were talking in circles anyway~”
“Yes yes! Go right ahead!” Doctor Hogback assured and made a shooing motion with his hands. “We can talk about work another time!”
Moria nodded in thanks then walked away with his quiet lover. He followed Mihawk into, curiously, a side balcony that wasn't being used and said, “What is it?”
Mihawk stopped walking, the music still audible from where they stood as Mihawk turned around. He blushed slightly then cleared his throat, holding out a hand. “I wish to dance.”
Moria felt himself smile, his chest warming at how shy his lover was being over such a simple request. “Of course.” Moria took Mihawk's hand, bowing and kissing the back of it before approaching closer, holding onto Mihawk's waist with his other hand.
Dracule smiled softly back, the two slowly falling into step easily, as natural as breathing as they waltzed together outside on the balcony.
“Valse Sentimentale.” Mihawk said with a crooked smile. “By…?”
Moria sighed and leaned his head back a little in thought, whirling around with Dracule before easing back into step. “Ah… Correct me if I am wrong… Tchaikovsky?”
“Correct.” Mihawk hummed along as they glided across the stone floor together. Despite their physical size difference, they couldn't have fit together more perfectly. Mihawk let Moria lead, the man's hand on his waist to guide him as they danced. During a slow down, Moria gently dipped Mihawk back, the man's eyes closing as he felt Moria's lips upon his neck in a feather soft kiss, before pulling him back up.
Moria spun them around then lifted Mihawk's hand, kissing each knuckle then murmured, “You look divine tonight…” He led the dance a little faster as the music tempo picked up a bit, then slowed back down again. “You stole breaths around the ballroom just by standing beside me…”
Mihawk chuckled and let his head tilt side to side as they whirled around again, stepping forwards and back. “I doubt as much.”
“I concur.” Moria grinned and said with an airy tone, “A pale man so fair and so light, danced in the moon's soft and silvery might. With each graceful leap, the secrets he'd keep, a vision of beauty for mine to keep.”
Mihawk chuckled and said, “That last bit was a bit…”
“Ugh, so picky~! Kishishi~!” Moria laughed, not actually offended by Mihawk's criticism. “I tried my best!”
Mihawk leaned in closer, his hand parting from Moria's waist to slide up their arm as he murmured, “In twilight's glow, my heart does sigh… Endless devotion, a love that won't die…” His pale hand drifted up to caress Moria's jaw as he looked into their eyes. “With every whisper, my soul you embrace… In the depths of your eyes I have found my place…”
Moria looked Mihawk over then grasped their hand, kissing it then whispering, “Each moment together, a sacred song… In the dance of our lives, where we belong… With every heartbeat, a promise I make, In worship of you… my world will not break…”
“Much better.” Mihawk said with a warm, loving smile. He leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his lover's lips then leaned against him fully, cheek resting against their chest as his eyes closed.
Moria kept them gently swaying and slow stepping as the music played still, feeling more comfortable and relaxed dancing with his love and doing their little hobby of competitive poetry. They were both avid readers, but Mihawk was definitely more well versed in making things up on the spot and having it sound wonderful.
Eventually, their dance came to a stop, Moria stepping back with Mihawk's hand in his as he bowed and kissed the back of it. He straightened up and said, “Have you had enough tonight or shall we head back inside?”
“Mm…” Mihawk felt a yawn coming on and they still had quite a drive to make their way back to the manor. He covered his yawn with a hand then said, “I grow tired. As long as you are done socializing, I have no problem with leaving.”
Moria nodded and said, “Let me say a proper goodbye to Doctor Hogback and Doctor Ceasar then we can leave.”
Mihawk walked into the manor again as he said, “I would bid Crocodile a good night, but I am quite certain none of us will be seeing her any time soon.”
Moria raised a brow at that and mused, “Oh?”
“I'll tell you in the carriage.” Mihawk promised, further interesting Moria with the aspect of some new gossip. Mihawk always seems to have the most juicy gossip to tell him at random. Where does he hear it? Moria really isn't sure, but he won't complain.
Moria took some time reconnecting with his colleagues before parting ways again, Mihawk falling in step by his side as natural as breathing. When they got into the cart and it started riding off, Moria grinned at his partner and purred, “Sooooo~?”
Mihawk rolled his eyes then said as he relaxed in his chair across from his lover, “I saw, earlier tonight, Crocodile being led away by our host.”
Moria balked, blinked, then said, “Cro… Are… You certain…?”
“I was puzzled as well, to be quite honest.” Mihawk admitted. “I wasn't aware they had an attraction towards… his type.”
“Mm… They are quite different, him and Lord Dragon.” Moria mused with a crooked smile. “My my… I mean, they're very clearly miserable in their marriage, so I'm not exactly surprised about some adultery arising.”
“I am surprised Crocodile had any sexual desire at all, knowing them. But I suppose they have a particular taste that Dragon couldn't fulfill.”
“Will you bring it up to them?” Moria questioned curiously.
“No. It would be rude.” Mihawk waved a hand at that. “They are a close friend. I wouldn't embarrass them like that.”
“How kind of you.” Moria snickered and rested his jaw on his fist as he said, “Are you actually tired, or just socially tired?”
Mihawk thought for a moment then said, “A bit of both. I may read a little when we get home, if I don't, I will go to bed.”
“I'll probably entertain Perona a bit before sending her off to bed.” Moria stifled a small yawn then said, “Unless she is already asleep by the time we get home.”
Mihawk hummed in reply, glancing out the window to the dark woods. As they arrived at Mihawk's home and entered, he realized he didn't actually feel tired so to speak. He felt… restless. Realizing what he was feeling, he absently said in an even tone, “I will be reading in the study.”
Moria glanced over, a smile ticking one side of his lips up as he said, “I do hope you enjoy yourself.” He leaned over, kissing Mihawk's cheek before hummed to himself and heading upstairs.
Mihawk touched his cheek fondly before heading down the hall, into the parlor. He walked up to the fireplace, looking up at an ornate golden cross with jewels glistening along the short left and right sides. He reached up, grabbed the lower portion then lifted it up a little to release it from the wall. He pulled it down, holding it in his hands with reverence before grabbing the top side, sliding along the black leather there. His eyes lidded as he slowly unsheathed the sword hidden inside the golden sheath, holding up the black glistening blade.
Mihawk wasn't the only one who craved blood…
Tonight, Yoru would feast upon the unworthy pigs that roamed the streets, their deaths feeding both his soul and hers.
“Dammit!” Sengoku snarled as he stared down at the gory scene before him. They had been informed around 6 in the morning as the street lamp dimmers roamed around that three dead bodies had been found. Unfortunately for him, this was becoming a more familiar scene: blood soaking into an alleyway, on the floor and walls, bodies murdered by one clean slice. Sometimes the bodies were cleanly cut in two, sometimes their head was chopped off, and often they were sliced open from hip to shoulder with their guts becoming a feast for the local street animals and other pests.
“This is getting out of hand!” Sengoku snapped as he pushed up on his glasses then looked over at Smoker, the man already puffing on his cigars with a pissed off look on his face. “Have we found anything different this time? A slip up? A witness??”
“Not yet, sir.” Smoke gruffed out. He pulled his duel cigars from his lips, exhaling a plume of smoke then said, “Same M.O.. One cut on the body as the cause of death.” His chin lifted as he called out, “Tashigi!”
A woman crouching near a male body stood up and walked over. “Yes sir?”
“Anything of note?”
“Not much, unfortunately.” The woman said with a grimace. “The two men were identified though. Two of ours, sir. Sergeant Nezumi and one of his constables, Geraldo Hamitch.”
“The third?” Chief Sengoku dared to ask.
“Not sure as of right now.” Tashingi looked towards the woman that was being put onto a bier to be taken away along with the other two.
“Nezumi? Shit…” Smoker rubbed his face then said, “This isn't the first time a sergeant has been taken out. They're aiming towards authority figures deliberately.”
“The papers already gave them a name.” Tashigi said with a small sigh. “The Police Hunter. I'm not sure who let out the information that it has been mainly our people being murdered…”
“Tsh… A nickname? What, is he a celebrity now?” Sengoku bit out before turning away and walking out of the alleyway. He passed by the men guarding the entrance, scowled at the vultures with notepads lurking around.
They saw Sengoku coming out and immediately tried to rush forwards shouting questions at him. Sengoku held out his hands as he said loudly, “You all need to clear the area! This is still an active crime scene!”
“Is it true you haven't found any lead yet?”
“Is it true they're only hunting members of the police?!”
“How many deaths does this make??”
Sengoku inhaled slowly then exhaled before saying, “We will give the public an answer when we have one. For now, we highly suggest no one goes out at night for any reason. If you do, go in pairs or more. That is all.” He walked away as the anxious and gossip hungry vultures tried to push past the few policemen blocking them.
He made his way back to the police station, sighing as he tiredly opened his office door and walked inside, closing the door.
A sudden finger snap is heard, echoing quite sharply through the room.
“Gh-!” Sengoku jumped, one hand to his heart as his other went to his pistol. He exhaled and calmed down at the sight of a familiar face sitting in a chair against the wall, plums of smoke making the area around them a little hazy. “No smoking.”
The figure stubbed their cigarette then pulled off their hood as they smiled softly, red painted lips glistening in the soft candlelight. ‘Hello father.’ White gloved hands signed, a bit of black soot on his fingers from the cigarette.
Sengoku chuckled and walked over, greeting his son with a handshake then sat down. “What are you doing here, Rosinante?”
‘The hunter murders.’ Rosinante's expression turned serious as he signed, ‘My brother is becoming more interested in the diminishing number of police at your beck and call. I think he's planning to make a move soon.’
“Is he the one behind it?” Sengoku had thought perhaps maybe it was, but the crime scenes were too… clean and neat. Bloody, yes, but Doflamingo's M.O. had more flare and tended to torture his victims rather than end it swiftly. Besides, his family were more the executioners than Doflamingo. The head of the family only got involved if it was truly personal. It was a damn shame he didn't have any solid evidence against that damn family…
‘No’ Rosi assured with a shake of his head. ‘I would know. I unfortunately don't have the answer as to who this is. Yet.’
Sengoku rubbed his face before walking closer and putting his hands on Rosinante's shoulders. “Keep yourself safe out there Rosi. I know you can handle yourself, but you can't expect me to not worry when I only see you once or twice a month these days.”
Rosinante looked a touch sheepish before reaching up to hold onto Sengoku’s hands. He stood up as he smiled softly and placed their hand over his heart, his own hand reaching up to place over theirs. He then sighed, ‘I'll try to visit more often.’
“Good.” Sengoku leaned up, kissing Rosinante's cheeks before saying as he patted their jaw and cheekbones, “Are you eating enough? You look thin.”
Rosinante blushed at the doting and waved their hands away before signing, ‘I've been eating fine. Don't worry about that.’
“Mhm…” Sengoku didn't look convinced but said, “As you say. Anything else you wish to tell me?” Rosinante nodded, then pulled out a small letter from his vest pocket, opening it and handing the folded paper to the man. Sengoku opened it and looked through the contents, looking up at Rosinante with a raised brow. “Are you certain?”
Rosinante nodded then signed, ‘I'll get proper confirmation soon, but this is too big to ignore.’
“Hn… Agreed.” Sengoku tucked the letter away and said, “I'll see you…?”
Rosinante smiled then signed with a fond expression, ‘I will see you soon. Perhaps dinner some time?’
“I'd like that.” Sengoku replied with a small smile and nod. “Stay safe out there. I mean it.” Rosi nodded before leaning down, ghosting a kiss over each of his adopted father's cheeks before pulling their hood up and swiftly exiting the room.
Sengoku sighed and took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes before slipping his glasses back on and sitting at his deck. He had way too much paperwork to go over…
Dragon glanced over at Crocodile, his eyes raking over his wife's form as they sat down for their monthly polite dinner together. The past month had been… Odd. Crocodile had been gone from the manor much longer than work usually dictated, some snooping around had told him that the woman hadn't been at the casino like they said they were last night, a week ago, and then some.
Another odd thing was that they seemed more relaxed. Of course they were still snappish when he tried to have a polite conversation and she still didn't go anywhere near their son, but they looked less tense than they have in the past decade. Were they seeing a masseuse? Perhaps they got back into drugs. He glanced over at their fake hand resting on the table then blinked before saying, “Your hand, it is new?”
Crocodile glanced up from drinking her whiskey then set the glass down with a light tap of the crystal on wood. “Yes.”
Dragon looked it over with a small frown. It looked expensive and beautiful yet… macabre. The stiff metal apparatus they had before paled in comparison to the beautiful skeletal hand they seemed to be wearing now. It was metal, clearly, but carved and shaped to look like an anatomically accurate human skeleton hand, the bones swirling with delicate engravings, gold shining from the thin carvings.
“When did you have it commissioned?”
Crocodile's tongue clicked in annoyance before saying, “Thirteen days ago.”
Dragon thinned their lips, wondering how much such a beautiful piece of work cost. He then noticed that the fingers had proper joints and… His eyes widened a little as he watched it curl around the salt shaker, lightly shaking it over his vegetables. The last one didn't move like that unless Crocodile's used his other hand to move it into place. It truly was a work of art and mechanical wonder if it could move like that without a visible way to do so. “It is… well done.”
“Mm.” Crocodile's took a bite of their food, not responding as they kept their eyes down to their plate or off to the side.
Feeling like this was going nowhere, Dragon let it go with a silent sigh and kept eating as well. Crocodile finished up first and stood up as they cropped their cloth napkin next to their plate and said, “I will be leaving for two days in a week.” It wasn't asking permission, it was just informing.
Dragon simply nodded and said, “Noted. Thank you for telling me.” Crocodile's glanced at him before grabbing her half finished whiskey glass and walking out of the room. Dragon tapped his fork against the steak he'd been eating then sighed heavily before he kept eating.
After he finished his food, he heard a quiet “shhh!” noise and looked over, seeing his young son peeking at him from the other side of the table, just his wide brown eyes visible and that mop of wild black hair. Dragon smiled softly and said, “Sneaking around again?”
Luffy looked away and put his nose on the edge of the table as he mumbled, “...No…?”
Dragon rolled his eyes before noticing a flash of curly blond hair and two hushed, children's voices. He raised a brow ridge at Luffy before scooting his chair back and peering under the table. Crouched under the table, now frozen in shock, were two boys he recognized to be Sabo and Ace. He sighed and sat up again as he said, “Come out you two.”
The two boys slowly stood up, even Luffy stopped crouching as much to stand up straighter. Sabo fidgeted with his top hat in his hands and said nervously, “Are we in trouble, sir?”
“I would rather have had my son tell me we have company, but I'm not mad.” Dragon assured. He looked around then said, “How long have you three been under there? And does Dandan know they are here?”
Ace crossed his arms and said stubbornly, “Not gonna tell you.”
Sabo elbowed Ace before saying, “We were playing under the table and um… dinner started. We got here about an hour ago… We're sorry.”
Dragon was mildly impressed Luffy lasted that long staying quiet. Maybe it was the fear of being caught by his mother that made his usually loud son stay quiet. “Like I said, I'm not mad. But please tell me if you two are coming over from now on. Alright? Or at the very least, tell Dandan so she can inform me in turn.”
“Yes sir.” Sabo nodded then elbowed Ace again, the taller boy grunting with a half-assed nod.
“Okay…” Luffy nodded before flushing as his stomach growled loudly.
Dragon chuckled and stood up as he said, “I'll have the chef make you three some dinner. Have a seat boys.”
“Thank you!” Luffy chirped and quickly sat down, Sabo and Ace following suit as they started adamantly talking to each other about… Dragon really hoped Luffy was exaggerating about being a tiger today.
Dragon headed into the kitchen to inform the chefs of three new mouths to feed before making his way through the manor. He passed by Crocodile's door and paused when he heard a curse, not unusual coming from Crocodile's lips, but the tone was hushed yet pained. He knocked once before saying, “I'm coming in.”
“No- I'm fine!”
Dragon slipped into the room then felt his brow furrow at the sight of Crocodile with her brassier half off, an arm over her breasts as she hissed, “I said I'm fine!”
His eyes raked over the harsh bruise lines caused by the metal boned fabric being on too tight, again, and couldn't help but sigh at the unfortunately familiar sight. “You had it on too tight again.”
“Thank you for that astute observation.” Crocodile growled before walking over to her wardrobe, back to him as she flopped the brassier onto the nearby table.
Dragon froze at the sight of his wife's back, eyes widening at the sight of… bruises? He wasn't sure where they came from, but the way the brassier hugged their torso wouldn't make such… oval shaped bruises.
Or teeth mark shaped ones.
Dragon clenched his hands into a fist then exhaled before turning away and saying, “Make sure to not have it on too tight tomorrow.” He exited the room, closing the door and leaned against the wall, staring ahead at the tapestry affixed to the wall.
His wife was… being unfaithful.
He… knew it was coming, it was just a matter of when really. But to finally see it… That was rough.
She hadn't let him touch her sexually since their obligations to make a first born, Luffy. But now, a decade later, she has… someone? Who? When? How long has this been going on?
Dragon ran a hand over his face then pushed off the wall, walking down the hallway with his hands behind his back and a deep frown on his face. He at least wished she had the decency to inform him she had taken on a lover. Realistically, he couldn't stop her and their arrangement didn't let him dictate how she lived, but was he asking too much to have the tiniest amount of respect for her husband to tell him that she was fucking someone behind his back?
Crocodile never loved him, he knew that already and had known it for years. She at least found him attractive enough to let them consummate their marriage, even if she demanded that they never had sex in missionary… Those bruises were clearly from someone, well, passionate about ravishing his wife from behind.
His steps paused as he stared ahead, eyes staring into the darkening hallway as he realized this had been going on since that party.
The long times away from home, claiming it was work keeping her away, almost twice a week if not three times.
Someone at the party caught Crocodile's eye enough for a return visit. Several visits it would seem.
His brow furrowed as he kept walking, heading into his own bedroom and dressing down to his underclothes before getting into bed. He stared up at the ceiling, wracking his brain over who was in attendance at the party that could be his wife's type.
Mihawk?
No, Moria had been mad-dog staring at anyone who dared try to flirt with Dracule, the two clearly a couple in some way even if they didn't shout it from the rooftops. Besides, they were close friends, nothing more.
Doflam- No. Definitely not. Crocodile mentioned on several occasions that she despised him and his giant ego. A “Pompous, egotistical, frivolous gargoyle with no sense of fashion or social cues” as Crocodile once told him in a growl of rage.
Kaido perhaps? Crocodile certainly adored power, but the man was an unpredictable drunk. She wouldn't be able to stand him like that.
Donquixote Rosinante? Perhaps Crocodile had a type for the silent ones… They could certainly bond over a smoke, but he never smelled any cigarettes on Crocodile after a long day away, only her usual cigars.
Dragon felt himself slip away into restless sleep with thoughts of who his wife was supposedly having an adulterous rendezvous with. Just laying there wondering who it was that managed to seduce and keep the attention of his steel eyed Wani.
Lips trailed over lovely dark skin, long tan fingers caressing flushed, naked hips as the body arching into the bed gasped and moaned. Doflamingo smiled crookedly against Crocodile's shoulder, his left hand petting their hip and thigh as the other worked on fingering the woman under him open. Her ass was tight, deliciously tight, but soon it would stretch out nicely around his cock.
Crocodile groaned, fingers curled into the sheets under her, jaw aching from how tightly she was clenching it shut. “Ghh…” Her brow furrowed as a fourth finger squirmed its way inside, eyes closing tight.
“Mmm… You're so tense, darling~” Doflamingo cooed, fingers curling and moving as he leaned in closer, chin tucked against their shoulder.
“Shut up…” Crocodile muttered then inhaled sharply through her nose as she felt suddenly very empty.
Doflamingo snickered then grabbed some lubricant, slathering it over his bare cock as he said, “Troubles in paradise? I know the feeling.” He aimed then started pushing inside as he groaned with a grin, tongue peeking out. “Ahhh~ My own darling song bird has been quite sad lately.” He leaned over Crocodile's back and purred teasingly, hands caressing over Crocodile's belly, “Do you think a lovely lobotomy would cheer her up~?”
Crocodile accidentally let out a bark of laughter then hid her face in the bed with a groan. She shook her head then turned it to glance back at Doflamingo's wide grin. “Don't talk about your damn wife while you're in my ass.”
“Fine fine~” Doflamingo gripped Crocodile's hips then slammed inside with a groaning growl, eyes fluttering behind the magenta stained glasses he wore.
“F-” Crocodile cut off a curse as she bit her prosthetic hand, brow pinched from the sharp pain of the stretch. Thankfully Doflamingo seemed to be in a cuddly mood and stayed still for a moment, happily cockwarming as he pet Crocodile's legs, hips and belly.
The blonde Viscount hummed and nibbled on Crocodile's ear then neck, enjoying the warmth inside and out. He kissed their cheek and murmured, “Feel so good~”
“Stop monologing and fuck me, you overgrown flamingo.” Crocodile's snapped, her cheeks and neck flushed with a pink hue.
Doflamingo hummed and purred, "With pleasure~” He held onto Crocodile's hips and drew back halfway before snapping his hips forward with a grunt.
Crocodile hissed and tightened her hold on the sheets, grunting as Doflamingo started thrusting in and out. “Mnh…” Crocodile's lips pressed together tightly before a gasp was forced out, nimble and wet fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in firm rolling motions.
“Mmm~?” Doflamingo hummed with a cocky smile, licking his lips as his other hand slid along Crocodile's waist and belly, enjoying the bit of healthy fat to grab and rub.
Finally feeling that last bit of tension leave, Crocodile shook her head and just… fucking relaxed into the pleasure. This was why she did this, wasn't it? She handed her body over to this egomaniac with a big cock and long tongue once or twice a week to deal with the piled on stress and sexual frustration. Why? At this point she just didn't know why the Hell she agreed to do this past a drunken mistake at the party. But here they are, a month later and beyond just hand jobs, fingering and oral.
And Dragon?
Her dear and darling, dullheaded husband…
Even if Dragon knew what she has been doing this past month, he hasn't said a word. What would he say? Stop? He had no power over her in their private life. She gave him a wretched son to further his accursed line and her side of the deal was over. End of story. Her body was closed for business the second that damn creature tore its way out of her womb.
Dragon had suggested a second child one time. Once. She slapped him across the face and didn't speak to him for two months as she officially made her home in the second master bedroom, away from him and that disgusting snake between his thighs.
But why now? Why after a decade of anger and spite induced celibacy did she let this man between her legs? Willingly of all things!
The pleasure running through her spine, down to her loins and even her curled toes reminded her why she finally caved and indulged in the blonde man currently taking pleasure in her body.
“Gh- Ahh~” Crocodile's lips parted as a moan was thrust out of her lungs, strong fingers hurriedly rubbing her clit in practiced motions. She was close already, the heat steadily gathering in her loins had her squirming and clawing at the bed sheets.
“Ah… Yes… Wonderful~” Doflamingo sighed with a grin as Crocodile started moaning more openly. It always happened towards the end, the small held back noises finally blossoming into full on moans and gasps. “Sing for me~” He leaned down over Crocodile, biting Crocodile's shoulder and relishing in the sharp cry the woman let out, clenching down on his thrusting cock.
A slew of curses fell from Crocodile's tongue as a hard bite to her shoulder struck lightning through her body. Eyes rolled back and knuckles turned pale as Crocodile's orgasm wrecked through her, clenching down hard as Doflamingo let out a happy growl against her flesh.
Doflamingo released Crocodile's shoulder and licked the red teeth marks before holding onto her hips tightly, thrusting quickly as he sought after his own orgasmic rush. Several thrusts later and with a grunting with slight irritation Crocodile under him, Doflamingo slammed inside and moaned happily, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself.
“Oh for-” Crocodile cursed and shot an elbow back at Doflamingo who dodged it with a laugh, pulling out at the same time. Crocodile turned over, arm over her chest as she winced and scowled. “Did you come inside me again?? I told you not to!”
“Fufufu~!” Doflamingo laughed then leaned over, kissing Crocodile's lips passionately before grinning as he rubbed his bed partner's thighs, “Come now~ I'll help clean up this time!” He then stuck his long tongue out suggestively.
Crocodile huffed and grabbed their tongue, pulling on it as she said, “Not happening. Especially after last time you “helped” me clean up.”
Doflamingo just snickered at that, flopping over and spreading out on the bed next to Crocodile like a content cat sunning in a warm ray. He scratched his chest as he said cockily, “You didn't seem that upset when I ate you out in the bath~”
“Oh, shut up.” Crocodile grumbled with a blush. She got up on wobbly legs before inhaling and walking towards the latrine with a little more dignity… Even with the gross feeling of slickness smearing her inner thighs with each step.
Doflamingo watched them leave with a satisfied smirk before leaning over and grabbing a cloth, dampening it with some water from a jug to wipe himself off as well. With a sigh, he rolled off the bed and grabbed the thick overlaying sheets, yanking them off and tossing them into a bin for the maid to grab in the morning. With much cleaner sheets on the bed, Doflamingo grabbed a cigar from a wooden case and clipped the end of it. He lit the end cherry red and inhaled as he walked towards the bathroom, exhaling as he pushed the door open.
Crocodile glanced over, already knowing what the scent of a cigar meant. Soaking in the tub, she held out her hand, her prosthetic and its leather harness on the counter so it didn't get wet. Doflamingo sat on the edge of the tub and instead set the end of the cigar to Crocodile's lips, the woman rolling her eyes but leaning in more to wrap her lips around it, inhaling slowly.
Lung full of smoke, Doflamingo pulled the cigar back to take in his own breath of tobacco. The two shared a cigar in silence, Doflamingo's free hand trailing over Crocodile's wet shoulders and playing with her hair. This weird domestic aftercare was… unusual for Doflamingo, foreign even, but he enjoyed it nonetheless when it made his fiery little minx so complacent and… well, handsome really. Cute wasn't the right word, beautiful wasn't really just right either. She was handsome, all soft and firm angles with a deadly sharp tongue to snap up anyone stupid enough to get too close.
Doflamingo though? He willingly got snapped up, licking at those deadly teeth and into her maw, like a Plover bird unafraid of a crocodile's sharp teeth. Not that he was exactly the prey here, Crocodile of course knew who was in charge and held most of the power.
But…
There was something enthralling about the way his feisty Wani snarled and challenged him, setting unbreakable rules and boundaries that he for some reason agreed to. She acted like she was in charge, the one who called the shots and had the power. That enchanted him, kept him interested, and made him not want to break her like his other toys or even his own dear wife.
Viola laid there like a limp doll any time they fucked. Sure, he could wrench out a few noises, but she was… boring. He already knew she hated him and put on a pretty smile for show, but he broke her years ago. That opera singer full of fire and seduction died one year after he forced her to marry him. He kind of missed her fire, her sass and the deadly gaze that bewitched hundreds of men.
But, that was then, this is now. And now, right here, he had a new toy, a toy he didn't need to marry nor did he want to break. Break her in a little? Sure. But make his Croccy a dull and numb-brained hole, a husk with a beating heart? He couldn't imagine it.
Well, he could, but it seemed terribly boring.
Cigar sucked down to the nub, Doflamingo left the bathroom to let Crocodile properly clean up and dry off. The Viscount walked over to a liquor cabinet, unlocking it before pouring two glasses of whiskey. He knew their routine well enough to know a nice glass of whiskey would placate his handsome Wani even more after a soothing soak and cigar. It wasn't often he actually wanted to spoil someone outside of his daughter, it felt… weird, out of character, but something in him was smug in the victory that he fucked Crocodile and treated them so good that they willingly came back. Husband be damned.
Doflamingo had tried to suggest having some fun at Monkey Manor, but Crocodile swiftly shut that idea down with a verbal lashing about how shit of an idea that was. Perhaps he could convince her if he snuck in at night to give her some nice new memories in those cold sheets. He already knew she had her own room so it wouldn't be that difficult realistically.
Sitting naked on a plush couch, Doflamingo looked up from his daydreams as Crocodile walked back out wearing that lovely new robe he got her: black silk with a luxuriously soft dark gray chinchilla collar, and gold thread woven into floral shapes along the hems.
Doflamingo grinned and raised up the second glass of whiskey as he purred, “Come~! Relax with me~”
Crocodile huffed with a roll of her eyes but walked over, indulging the taller man as she grabbed her offered glass and sat down two cushion lengths away on the couch.
Doflamingo snickered then gulped down his drink before flopping over, laying his head on Crocodile's thighs. He faced up towards Crocodile as he smiled widely, Crocodile taking a sip of her drink as her stump arm absently pet their blonde hair.
Crocodile still found it weird that Doflamingo always wore some variation of eye wear, the man currently wearing a basic but still well made white mask with magenta tinted glass. She had a sneaking suspicion that he had some sort of scar or deformity. Realistically, she doesn't care even if he did: she had a scar across her face and was missing a hand, why would she bother being a hypocrite? It seemed to be something the man was deeply sensitive about, even sleeping in some sort of fabric blindfold whenever she stayed the night, the two times she's been here till morning anyway.
She set her glass down on the side table then reached down, threading her fingers through his hair then tugged, earning a low growling groan from Doflamingo.
“Mmm… Careful there darling… Unless you're ready for another round~” Doflamingo warned with a lick of his teeth with a grin.
Crocodile chuckled then kept petting his hair like a dog laying in her lap. She paused only to take another sip of her whiskey before continuing to pet his hair. She noticed his breathing leveling out, the man apparently falling asleep in her lap. This has happened a few times now, and once again she's riddled with the urge to slowly and carefully take off that damn mask and take a peek at his shame. And, just like the other times, she pushes down the temptation and just keeps alternating between her drink and his hair. When her liquor was gone, she reached past the mask, fingertips tracing over his nose, the mask not covering the top of his nose today.
Doflamingo twitched awake from his tiny nap and yawned with a jaw popping noise, his fingers flexing and cracking along with his back and arms as he stretched a little. He reached over, grabbing Crocodile's hand and kissing their fingers before sitting up with another yawn. Doffy scooted closer to Crocodile, grinning as he captured their chin with two fingers, Crocodile scowling but going willingly into the kiss.
Their little make out session was interrupted with three knocks on the door, Doflamingo huffing but getting up. He grabbed a baby pink robe and threw it on before walking over to the door, opening it as he snapped, “What is it?”
“Young Master, please forgive the intrusion.” Diamante crooned with a smile. He held out a letter and said, “This came in for you.”
Doflamingo grabbed it and flipped it to the side with the wax seal, eyes flickering over the blue colored seal depicting a horned skull with four crossed bones behind it. He clicked his tongue then said, “The messenger?”
“Compensated for his delivery with a special treat.” Diamante said with a sly grin.
“Good.” Doflamingo nodded and looked into the hallway left then right before saying, “What has my little princess been up too?”
“Tormenting your protégé, as usual.” Diamante laughed and said with an amused expression, “I believe I saw her forcing him to play tea party with her and Giolla out in the garden.”
“Ah… Good, good.” Doflamingo was amused by the idea of his spitfire of a protégé being forced into a play date with his sister. They might not be related, not even to Doflamingo himself, but he was glad to see them trying to behave like children. Well, Law definitely needed to be reconditioned more, but he'll learn soon enough that he can't just lock himself away in his room or the library. If he really wants to be locked away, Doflamingo would gladly remind the boy of the dark, cold dungeons below the manor.
He dismissed Diamante before closing the door, walking over to his stationary as Crocodile lazily watched from the couch, a new glass of whiskey in her hand.
“Bad news?” Crocodile commented, curious about the letter he held.
“Unknown just yet. Probably just work stuff.” Doflamingo said with a smile. He grabbed a knife, slicing it open and unfolding the letter. His eyes drunk in the scrawled words, Kaido demanding results from his new SMILE drug batch and offering -demanding- a dinner with him in one month at his property in Wano. He clicked his tongue angrily before walking over to the fireplace, burning it in the flames before walking back over to Crocodile.
Crocodile still felt nosy about what had Doflamingo drop his robe, come back over, flop on the couch, and go face first into her lap. For now, she decided against prodding the wound. Instead, she went back to petting his hair, the blonde sighing contently as he visibly relaxed.
Doflamingo nuzzled against her lap then decided to nose around against her lower belly, then kissing lower. Crocodile chuckled then grabbed his hair, yanking as she cooed, “Manners first, dog.”
Doflamingo shivered, loving it when his Wani decided to be like this. He bared his teeth, licking them before growling, “If I bark, will you give me a bone to lick~?”
Crocodile let out a laugh then smirked as she said, “Perhaps. Your libido continues to intrigue me.”
“You like me being a horny mutt for you.” Doflamingo pointed out as his hands slid under their robe hem and caressed their thighs.
“Mmm… If the mood strikes me.” Doflamingo started getting more handsy so she poked his covered forehead and said, “But, not right now.”
“Ugh, you temptress~!” Doflamingo dramatically cried out, rolling over onto his back as he covered his masked eyes with the back of his hand. “Woe upon me and my aching loins!”
“So dramatic.” Crocodile chuckled in amusement then pet his hair again as she said, “I won't stop you if you want to pleasure yourself in front of me.”
Doflamingo paused in his dramatics as he moved his hand from over the tinted glass to peek at Crocodile. “You'd watch?”
“Mhm.”
“...And talk to me?” Doflamingo pressed.
“If it helps you not bother me faster, yes.”
Doflamingo grinned widely, licking his teeth as he slid a hand down to grasp himself and start slowly palming himself. “Keep petting my hair. I like that.”
“You truly are a mongrel.” Crocodile said with a scoff but lowered their hand, threading through Doflamingo's short, golden locks.
“Mmm…” Doflamingo paused to lick his hand slick before holding on again and stroking his shaft.
Crocodile watched as Doflamingo got comfy in her lap, casually masturbating as she pet him. He really was an odd man… But, he seemed to like it and it wasn't a difficult request. Crocodile paused to lean over, grabbing her glass of whiskey, sighing as he realized it was empty, and instead settled her hand on the man's chest. Her fingers slid over Doflamingo's chest muscles and plucked at his nipples, the blonde leaning into the touch greedily.
“Mmm… Are you thirsty? Forgive me for being such a poor host~” The last part was definitely playful with that tone. Doflamingo didn't give a a flying fuck about being a good host, especially in private.
Crocodile grabbed his left nipple and twisted, Doflamingo hissing and arching as he squeezed his shaft. “How about you be a good boy and top off my drink.”
Doflamingo hummed then leaned up, licking Crocodile's chin before hopping up, stark naked still as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey and walked back over, pouring them both another glass. When he was finished, Doflamingo took a long drink before getting back on the couch and playing down, head back on Crocodile's lap as he immediately grabbed his cock to play with himself again.
Crocodile rolled her eyes but took a sip of her own drink before continuing to pet the man's hair, tugging on his blonde locks or his ear every so often. It was… oddly domestic, despite the lewd view of Doflamingo jerking off and sighing in pleasure. Dragon would never do this sort of crap with her, nor could she imagine convincing him to indulge in this brand of powerplay. She looked down again as she played with the edge of his mask, knowing better by now to not take it off.
“I would never marry you.” Crocodile commented randomly.
Doflamingo squeezed his cock with a harsh laugh, all teeth as he grinned and said, “Oh~? If I didn't have my sweet little song bird, you wouldn't want to be my handsome wife?”
“No.” Crocodiles smiled crookedly, fingers trailing down over his throat to grasp it, feeling his pulse under her fingers. “Even if I did, I I would make myself a widow in one month after dealing with your ego. I'm sure you children would understand.”
Doflamingo giggled, Crocodile feeling the sound under his palm as the man resumed stroking himself. “How would you do it? Kill me? I'd assume you'd make it look like an accident~?”
“You would be correct.” Crocodile slowly squeezed her hand down, Doflamingo swallowing with a groan. “Poison is always a good route. Classic, even. I could do a quick death, poison you one day through your drink or those drugs you love so much. Or perhaps a slow death, slowly weakening your body and mind until you pass peacefully in your sleep.”
Doflamingo moaned breathily, leaning his neck up willingly into Crocodile's hand, moving his hand faster as his other hand slid up to toy with his nipples. “Ohh… Keep the dirty talk going…”
Crocodile smiled crookedly and squeezed harder, enjoying the choked moan she heard. “I could stab you. Make it personal. Draw it out nice and slow with a push and twist on my blade. But where to cut you?” She hummed and murmured, “Through your gut? Plunging in deep and twisting to carve out your delicate organs? Perhaps through your heart, a swifter death, but beautifully poetic.” The woman leaned down, black curls framing her face as she purred, “Or shall I slit your throat? Perhaps I could be riding that cock of yours, your head tossed back in rapture, and I just-” She quickly drew a line across his throat with her thumb nail, pressing in just enough to hurt.
“F-Fuck~” Doflamingo choked out, bucking up into his rapidly moving hand. He licked his lips then rasped, “Killing me in the middle of sex? My my… How cruel~” He grinned widely, a manic grin as he said, “Would you still use my corpse to finish yourself off? I'm sure rigor mortis would keep my cock nice and stiff for you~”
Crocodile let out a laugh and grinned back as she said, “You'd like that, wouldn't you? Your last act in death being my ass squeezing around your lifeless manhood?”
Doflamingo let out a small whimper, biting his lower lip hard as he suddenly arched, his hips jerking as Doflamingo spilled into his hand and onto his stomach. His body gave a few last hard twitches as he wrung out the last dregs of sharp pleasure before letting go. He panted as he went limp, head turned to nuzzle into Crocodile's belly as his body tingled with the blissful afterglow.
Crocodile slid a hand over Doflamingo's chest, shoulder then back into his hair as she murmured, “You are a disgusting man…”
“Mmm… You like it…” He mumbled with a lethargic tone.
Crocodile scoffed but didn't argue against such a true statement. She glanced down at the mess along his pelvis before flicking his nose and saying sharply, “Go clean up.”
“Aw, you don't want to lick it up for me?” Doflamingo murmured playfully, reaching up to lick his own hand clean.
“You're the mutt here, not me.” Crocodile retorted and removed her hand from him, grabbing her drink instead as she said, “Now begone.” Doflamingo laughed before getting up, heading into the bathroom once more to freshen up. Crocodile watched them leave, blatantly watching their toned ass and back before taking another sip of her drink.
Crocodile's eyes lidded as she looked down at the dark amber liquor, quietly wondering when what they were doing would bite her in the ass. If it got out that they were in an adulterous relationship, her reputation would be in the shit. His reputation? She wasn't sure because Doflamingo was already known to be a flirtatious man. He might be talked about more or perhaps judged behind his back for sleeping with a manly looking woman like her, but Crocodile doubted he would actually care. No one would dare say it to Doflamingo's face that he was a man whore, but her? People would be going up to Dragon in flocks to either express their condolences, give unsolicited advice about leaving her, or demanding why he let her do this under his nose.
Crocodile drank the rest of her whiskey, setting the glass aside before looking over as Doflamingo sauntered back over, laying back down and wordlessly demanding more head pets like a spoiled dog. As Crocodile pet his hair, she realized that at this particular moment, she didn't care what other thought of her. She didn't before hand, but in the theoretical future of their love affair discovery, she knew she would sneer at anyone who asked then point them at Dragon, painting him as the weak link and Doflamingo the shoulder she leaned on as the “weak and helpless woman”.
Future plots aside, she closed her eyes as she relaxed into the warmth of liquor and the blonde man leaning into her every touch. Yes, for now, she would relish in the power and use it for her purposes. She deserved it after the Hell she lived through, after all.