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Crocodile, One Piece.

[Crocodile hates these kind of parties. College is the worst, his so called friends are obnoxious, and he knows he's too damn good to be drinking cheap rum and generic cola out of a red solo cup. But he promised, and Bentham for all of his quirks is the friend that has stood by him through everything. And the only thing he's actually asked of Crocodile so far is that he attends an over the top obnoxious party solely for the sake of meeting people.

Bah. Friendship almost isn't worth it.

On top of it, Bon-chan quickly disappeared into the crowd, yelling out something about seeing one of his friends. And he didn't return. Which means he's probably not coming back to save Crocodile from boredom, and he's expected to actually participate in that unpleasant business of meeting people. Damn it. Crocodile is fine being perpetually single. Humans are as a rule, terrible. He knows from personal experience, being one of those awful people. And his standards for what he considers an acceptable partner in life are impossibly high. So he walks around, trying to find a place to sit until he's stayed long enough that he can tell Bon that he's participated.

But before he can his arm is grabbed, Bentham returning with wide eyes and an impossibly wide smile.] Crocodiiiiiiiillllle~! Come with me, I found him! The one I wanted you to meet! [Crocodile found himself dragged towards another room, Bentham's over the top voice sounding out over even the music.] He's taller than you, that doesn't happen often! You like that, don't you! No no no, don't look at me that way, I've know you long enough to know what you like in boys! [Bentham cackled, visibly pleased with himself.] And he's handsome, so handsome. So be good hmm? Don't cause a fuss or hit him right away! This might be the only time you meet someone worthy by your standards, after all!

[They made their way through another room, and then out the back door towards a small firepit. The yard was mostly abandoned, but a few people lingered with cups in hand and some loud laughter sounded out over a joke they'd arrived just a little too late to hear. And then Bentham pointed him out, the man that he's supposed to meet, and enormously tall blonde with questionable tastes in clothing, and literally pushed Crocodile against him.] Play nice you two! Be good, and don't get into too much trouble~! Condoms are in a bowl on the snack table! [Crocodile turned and snarled at Bon as he pranced his way back into the house. The guy could be surprisingly quick when he needed to be. Especially when he was mid-scheme and wanted to let his matchmaking efforts develop on their own.

Crocodile sighs, and turns back to face the man he'd handed off to.] He's insane. I'm not sure I want to know what he told you about me.

[Crocodile is the king of poor choices today. He has all these great plans and ideas, and all it took was being walled hard by Doflamingo to get him desperate and wanting. Years of ideals and plans, self-sufficiency and isolation gave way to need and blooming warmth inside of him. And he shifts without meaning to, thighs rubbing against each other to try to get some friction unconsciously. He's hot and nearly trembling from need, it's been too long since he's even touched himself, and he can't handle waiting anymore. Not when this massive, frightening, arousing man is over him. Exuding power and lust, making Crocodile nearly lose his mind with desire.

Fuck. This isn't what he had in mind. This was supposed to be talk of a real alliance, using their shared power for more, he was considering behaving somewhat as long as he wasn't seen as an underling. But when Doffy's mouth is on his neck, his large hands making quick work of Crocodile's shirt, common sense isn't really ringing out as clearly as he'd like. He's not like other men, the stupid queen didn't give him exactly what he had wanted when they'd made their deal. He wasn't deemed trustworthy, and didn't get all of what he desired. It didn't matter, in the end. He looked male, he felt male, so having a bit of different genitalia than the expected wasn't a big deal if no one was allowed in his pants. And no one had been.

Doffy ruined everything. Fuck Doflamingo. Fuck, fuck him, oh god that's what he plans to do. He's such an idiot. All of his walls are coming down for a quick fuck, and he's not sure how to handle this. And if he was smarter about what he needed he'd ignore what he felt and push him away.

But he doesn't do it. He makes no moves to leave or try to stop him. He doesn't want to. He wants to be filled up, he wants to ride Doflamingo's cock, and the idea of what it might look like, what it might feel like has him both nervous and breathing hard from excitement. He's wet and hot and he's ready to open his legs like a cheap slut and let him inside.

But if Doflamingo can't handle what's between his legs, this won't end well at all. For either of them. And it's not like it's something best left to surprise. It's right before his cycle, he'll have to have him pull out unless he's got a condom, and there's just issues involved that he'd rather not deal with at all. He could offer his ass, but that's not what he wants. Not today, anyway.

He growls under his breath, and fists his hand into Doffy's coat as a sort of stability push for conversation he never wanted to have.]

We're not going any further until I tell you something. [He's not pushing him off, but his tone suggests that he's very serious.]