I drink the honey inside your hive, you are the reason I stay alive

[crocodylinae]

[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.]

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[kumonoito]

Doflamingo had been fully intending to behave, himself; to take this talk of their alliance seriously. Crocodile may make a good show of being even-tempered and hard to ruffle, but Doffy knows better. Doffy is impractically good at pissing him off. Getting under his skin.

And after a little talk and a little wine, Doffy intends to get under his clothes as well.

He'd intended to behave, but Crocodile had been glaring at him like he was already the enemy through their entire meal. Not in a way that intended to start anything, no no, in a way that wasn't glaring at all unless you knew. A way that kept everything banked and carefully bottled, swallowing a disgusting taste in the back of his throat in order to put up with the man across the table from him.

It had been impossible not to fuck with him.

And now it's going to be impossible not to fuck him. When Crocodile hadn't crumpled under his leer but had leaned into it, and with how he tastes in Doffy's mouth and shivers under his hands... Ten minutes ago, the crime lord could have taken or left actually fucking the other man; would have been just as satisfied with a disgusted look and a shitty response to break through all that carefully put-on propriety. But now, when a good deliberate rock grinds his cock against those firm abdominal muscles, chiseled and strong underneath all these layers of clothing that disguise the potential strength of his figure? Oh, no. No, he wants to fuck the other man until any semblance of stoicism has melted off his face. To pleasure this strong body with his own until Crocodile can't stop thinking about him. Sex is all the more satisfying when it also delivers him an unacknowledged upper hand.

He'd been about to slide his knee between those thighs, to provide something for the other man to squeeze around and get all the friction he wants, when that growl reaches him. Doffy pauses in place, still poised, a frown pulling down the corners of his broad mouth. There's something in Crocodile's tone that tells him not to push the words aside, not to tease the other man into submission. Not this time. No amount of don't worry about it or lighten up is the correct counter. Doflamingo has spent enough of his life reading people - studying people, both face-to-face and behind their backs - to know when a line will break if crossed. And while maybe Doffy would push just a little anyway... Crocodile, in this situation, demands more respect than that. If this alliance isn't to fall apart right here against the wall of his quarters, if the strength and the air of command Crocodile sweeps easily around himself like a cloak aren't to slip between his fingers...

So he stills, one hand at rest on the other's thick chest, against his sternum, measuring the quickened thump of his heart. The other flats on the wall by the shorter man's shoulders, his body arching back, and he drops one more nip into the skin of the other's unadorned ear as a promise of continued interest. Aligns their gazes through his shades, the thin space and scant light between them dimming the reflection of the right lens and letting the other see him eye-to-eye.

"I'm listening."

I AM DONE EDITING I PROMISE

[crocodylinae]

"You'd better. Or I leave."

Crocodile shivers again, trying to catch his words and pride together and crush them into obedience. He hates this, he hates that this isn't something normal and every day. He refuses sexual contact as a rule, sex toys are his best friends in bed, because people respond badly to different. And Crocodile's enormous pride does not respond favorably to people responding badly to him in general, much less about what's between his legs.

"You can do what you want, I'll probably enjoy it. You'll know if I don't." Doflamingo will know violently, if he doesn't read cues well enough. Crocodile is very responsive when it comes to touch, and doesn't hide his reactions. "But if you don't have a condom, you don't finish inside of me. That's non-negotiable."

Crocodile thinks that's enough, he's said what he needs to say, and he doesn't feel like going through a serious conversation that involves Ivankov, or gender verses sex, or anything that has to do with why he has a wet cunt and not a hard cock right now. He just wants to be brutally fucked, he's so fucking sensitive and days that come before his monthly curse always leaves him shaken up and desperate. And no toy he has will satisfy him if he ends up telling Doffy no today.

But he's also willing to brutalize Doflamingo if he responds badly. And that's nearly as appealing as having a dick inside of him. He really can't lose.

"So if you fuck me, you don't come inside of me. It's not a safe time for unprotected sex. And I'm sure as hell not having your baby."

Crocodile leans in, and bites a little more than gently the closest bit of flesh he can get to. It's not meant to be sweet, it's meant to spur his partner on. And he wants to get back to the good stuff, the main event. Serious conversation is a mood killer, even if it's needed and important.

[kumonoito]

Good, then, that Doffy took him seriously. The threat to leave is as absolutely serious as the push to pause, even with Crocodile's body literally quaking with need. Doflamingo isn't an idiot - would be long dead a hundred times over if he was - but it takes an effort not to slide his hand over and pinch a nipple when Croc's mouth opens again.

Focus.

...

Though, as soon as Crocodile mentions a condom, Doffy doesn't have to try.

He was already still, but while he doesn't stiffen, the silence of his body becomes more palpable. He has an idea what the other man means, yet it seems so... off. Crocodile doesn't carry himself like a man with anything at all to hide, and Doffy's brain files quickly through every encounter they've ever had, playing back stances, the way the man moves, carries himself, responds and scoffs and fights and nothing would have ever tipped him off to this. For a breath he thinks he has to be mistaken, there must be some other meaning to those words. But then the rest come, and there are no possible hidden meanings in them.

Teeth nip just under the corner of his jaw and Doffy tips his head automatically, responding favorably to the attention through both pleasure instinct and the long-crafted model of positive response he follows with partners he's intending to seduce more than overpower. Even the would-be unbalancing words can't undermine the honed reaction, and Doflamingo enjoys the little swell of pride that engenders in him. There's no catching him off-guard, not even with this.

This... The hand on Crocodile's chest shifts, pushing the shirt aside so Doffy can see more skin. No scars between his ribs and pectorals... he does thumb a nipple then - dusky and small and masculine - both to excite and to search, circling the areola. If there's a scar there, he can't find it. Interesting.

With no further preamble, he drops that hand further, rubbing down the fly of Crocodile's pants and right down between his legs, cupping the heat he finds there.

Well then.

What's that saying? Actions speak louder than words? So much the better. Doffy leans back in and bites at the ear he'd been teasing before, hard enough to hurt but not to injure, and drops both hands to the shorter man's narrow hips, dragging him forward as he replaces that cupping hand with his thigh, forcing Crocodile's legs apart and grinding muscle up against that heat.

"I have condoms in the nightstand," is all he murmurs into the other's ear before lapping his tongue across the shell of it. Far be it from him to judge a lay before even testing the waters, so to speak.

[crocodylinae]

That's it. It's all over for him now. Any chance of using one of Doffy's reactions as an excuse to get out of this somehow is gone now. Doflamingo is always Doflamingo, and it's wild how that translates into situations like this.

He was amused when he checked for scars, it's also a testament to how Doflamingo's mind works. He's sharp, too sharp for most's tastes, and to look for transitional scarring is something Crocodile never would have imagined someone to do. He was aroused by the touch, too. But still more amused by the fact that he's still in control and unshaken by this sort of admission.

Then again, with his underlings, having the ability to keep himself unflapped is a massive necessity. And that train of thought fades into nothing, as Doflamingo's hand cups him between the legs.

Then Crocodile's legs are being forced apart, and he makes a small sound that really would be almost nothing from most, a sign of neutrality at best in bed. But from someone as purposefully blank and cold as Crocodile, someone who guards his every reaction? It's definitely a sign that Doffy is doing something right.

He loves being manhandled, within reason. Once he gives consent, he enjoys the illusion of being out of control to some degree. He's Sir Crocodile, a wanted man of frightening levels of power. But that doesn't mean he gets off on being in power. He's always in control in his life. So when he gets the chance to bed someone who's this dangerous, this powerful? It's amazing. He'll happily let them take the reins for a bit. At least, he'll let Doffy take the reins.

And he grinds hard in response to the friction. His good hand grasping into Doflamingo's shirt, pulling him down so he can try for a good hard kiss. He wants to get his point across, and now.

"Then let's put them to good use." Crocodile smirks wickedly. "I rarely go one round."

[kumonoito]

That small sound really is everything, seeming to echo in the silence and stoicism Crocodile keeps as neatly in place as his immaculate dress. Doffy has two guesses as to the cause: pure sexual contact, which someone as guarded as Crocodile likely rarely allows if ever; or the roughness, the demand. The command. Letting someone shove the smaller-time warlord around for once... Doflamingo knows the type. But he's never handled the type when they actually have as much power behind them, within them, as Crocodile. He's met plenty who think they have, but their ability to back it up? Doffy hasn't ever felt intimidated in his life. And he still doesn't now... but he wouldn't be talking alliances rather than absorption if Croc was in the same class as those who peacock beyond their ability.

So. Doffy will just have to continue both possibilities and see if he gets pushback for either, won't he?

Croc grinds and pulls and Doffy holds his hips even tighter, setting a rocking rhythm for the friction; gives that ear one more hard nip, just short of drawing blood, before letting himself be tugged down to that mouth. The kiss is not at all dry though Crocodile tastes like smoke and sand; Doffy kisses as hard as the other, bruising, biting at the other's lips, crushing close enough to maybe even bruise both their gums. And while he'd be content to keep that up until the other can't breathe, he's long learned what the shift toward speaking feels like in comparison to overwhelmed squirming. Allows it. And grins back at that response.

"Nor I." He nips again, a little softer, letting Croc's lower lip sieve between his teeth as he pulls back. "Let's see if we can greet the dawn still in motion, hm?"

He doesn't wait for an answer. Crushes his mouth to Croc's again, this time forcing his tongue in and lapping at all that flavor, the thick muscle easily exploring and flexing and slicking against every surface. Claiming, dominating, just short of suffocating. One of the hands on those hips slides inwards, thumb tracing the seam from under the other man's fly down toward the meeting of one thick leg pressed between two, searching for the place where solid skin parts to folds, so he can attempt to crush the thumb pad up against Croc's clit, if there is one, even through fabric.

[crocodylinae]

Doflamingo's kisses feel like an attack, and Crocodile isn't sure why he likes it so much. He doesn't know why he wants more, why he's happy with being claimed that way, why he participates but doesn't try to take control, but he thinks it has something to do with the fact that he doesn't want control right now. He demands a say, absolutely. He's not going to let Doffy go past what he personally enjoys, what makes him feel good, and he's no blushing darling who's going to tear up and tremble at the presence of a dangerous man. But there's power in submission, in showing a little bit of weakness, false or otherwise. And if he gets good sex and also lets Doffy feel like he's in control more than he is? That's all the better.

So he lets go of his grasp on Doffy's shirt to press his hand against Doflamingo's, guiding him to the right spot to press and rub, even if he doesn't need the help. But this is what feels right, kissing him hard and showing him how much he wants him, and what he likes. And he does like it, so much, he's embarrassingly wet, enough so that his clothing is starting to feel uncomfortable. He doesn't think it's possible to be so wet that it shows through his pants, but he's also not really in the mood to test it right now.

Fuck, he needs to be naked. Now.

And he finally reaches over and works on his hook, working it off so he can be properly undressed without ruining his dress shirt. While the idea of Doflamingo just ripping his garments off of him has merit, and he does like the idea of it, it's not something for today. He has to get home after this, and he's not going to do it in anything but his own clothes if he has a say in it.

He tosses it to the ground, intact and out of the way, and his open shirt and vest follow it. Landing carelessly in a pile, he'd normally be a little more particular about how he treats his belongings, but he's in a hell of a hurry to get Doflamingo inside of him. And only then does he pull away from those delicious, dominating kisses to speak.

"You're a goddamn tease. Do you want to actually keep at this? Or do you want to be inside of me?"