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Crocodile Hunter	By : XiggyMatsu Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 2364 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two: A Fogged Window, A House Guest

The usual chill of the spacious room was long forgotten by the two overheated individuals. The pale light of the rising moon that permeated the water surrounding the casino barely reached the hidden office, but it was enough for Doflamingo to see the flushed face of his lover.

Crocodile had insisted that they turn off his desk lamp before proceeding, still wishing to retain some of his dignity. What he hadn't been expecting was the way that the limited moonlight illustrated Doflamingo's nude form. While the younger man had always worn revealing shirts, Crocodile had still been unprepared for how powerful the man's body seemed. Aside from the rippling pectorals that usually peeked out from his colleague's tantalizingly low-cut shirt, his abdominals were so well crafted that the older man would have sworn that they were the work of a sculptor. He dared not to gaze too long at the lower half of Doflamingo's body, feeling as though he would start to drool. The younger man did not seem to be ashamed of his nudity seeing as how he had his legs spread wide as they dangled off the desk.

The tanned skin looked warm in the silvery shimmer that filtered through the windows, and Crocodile could feel the heat radiating off of him as the Shichibukai drew closer.

"I don't wanna mess up your work, babe." He said, kissing along the older man's neck, eliciting a shiver. "So why don't we take this elsewhere?"

Before he could issue a snide remark about the already scattered paperwork, Crocodile had been scooped up into Doflamingo's arms, who moved them closer to the window. He barely had time to appreciate the broad, warm chest before the younger man set him down on the frigid floor.

Crocodile sucked air through his teeth when his heated skin touched the icy blue stone, almost wishing the other man would hold him again to regain the heat that was being leached from his body.

Doflamingo didn't leave him alone for long, immediately beginning to sample the tasty morsel that lay below him. He hungrily kissed and sucked along Crocodile's collarbone while his hands roamed around the muscled chest of his colleague. He smirked as his hand brushed a nipple, making Crocodile gasp slightly.

The older Shichibukai seemed to be cold.

The nipples were nearly as hard as the erection that pressed into Doflamingo's leg, and the younger man relished the low moans that slipped through Crocodile's lips as he teased them both. Rubbing his knee between the legs of the man below him, the Warlord trailed his tongue down to the pert chest and nipped and sucked to his heart's content. The victim of this assault couldn't form the words to protest as he gasped and squirmed beneath the relentless attack.

Having had enough with the tortuous ministrations of his sadistic colleague, Crocodile took it upon himself to hurry the situation along.

Placing his remaining hand at the base of Doflamingo's skull, he forced the younger man to meet him in a rough kiss. Maneuvering his hook to replace his right arm, he trailed his hand down to caress the other man's growing desire.

Doflamingo groaned into Crocodile's mouth as his cock was taunted by his lover's feather-light touch.

The larger man shuddered as the hand began to seriously work his shaft, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep him from coming for a long while. He opened his eyes, which had somehow fluttered closed, and felt something in his gut tighten as Crocodile stared back with a visage nothing short of sinful.

Tendrils of his hair had fallen into his face, and the scar that stretched across his face was in a sea of flames. The blush on his cheeks and the lust in his eyes told Doflamingo that he better get to the point.

The puppeteer lifted his left hand from the slightly bruised nipple he had been punishing, and his fingers twitched. Crocodile tensed, anticipating the loss of his motor-skills, but was surprised when a small bottle rocketed out of the back pocket of Doflamingo's discarded slacks.

His words came in quick pants as he lubricated his partner.

"Alright babe, gotta get you ready…" He stuck in two fingers at once, causing Crocodile to momentarily stop his tortuous stroking and arch his back, "You like that, hmm? Fufufu~ "

He brought his mouth back to the older Warlord's, slipping in his skillful tongue. Resuming the preparations, he stretched and scissored until his talented fingers found Crocodile's sweet spot. His moan muffled against Doflamingo's mouth, Crocodile tried his best to concentrate on stroking as the younger man repeatedly prodded his prostate. Just when the ache in his cock was beginning to feel like too much, Crocodile whimpered as another finger was added.

Concerned by the uncharacteristic sound, Doflamingo broke their kiss and looked once more into the heated face of the man below him.

A slight sheen of sweat had broken out across Crocodile's brow, his hair now lank about his face. The earring in his right ear glistened in the moonlight, which had cast the pale man in an eerily beautiful glow. He watched as Crocodile writhed beneath him, somehow managing to keep his steady pace on Doflamingo's member whilst being fingered.

Doflamingo licked his lips; the older Shichibukai looked delicious.

He removed the heavy hook that still held him close and slowly removed his fingers from the other man. Crocodile glanced questioningly at Doflamingo, pausing in his devoted effort.

"You ready?"

The younger Warlord reclaimed control of his length and rubbed eagerly at Crocodile's entrance. Doflamingo looked so desperate to claim him, the older man decided that a curt nod would have to do. Though he probably would have proceeded anyway, the Warlord felt his own face heat up as he saw the meek blush that darkened the face of the man below him as he gave his permission.

He didn't give him a chance to change his mind.

Crocodile gasped as the younger man lurched forward, fully seating himself in one quick strike.

"Bastard!" he hissed, "You damn bird-Shit!"

His complaints were lost in a storm of curses as Doflamingo began to move. Though he started slowly, he soon began to thrust heartily into the tight hole. The gasps and moans that filled the air were not entirely Crocodile's; finding that the older man was a bit tighter than he remembered, Doflamingo was beginning to feel a familiar pressure in his lower abdomen.

"Ah~ I recall- hmm you saying that you- oh hell wanted it hard?" he said as he worked himself up into a frenzy, slamming into Crocodile.

But the older man was beyond the ability to speak. His sweet spot having been rediscovered, Doflamingo had been successfully hitting his target with every frantic movement. Crocodile could feel it now; he wasn't going to be able to hold back anymore.

He swung his left arm up and managed to catch his hook around the other man's neck without damaging him. He pulled Doflamingo's face to his and crushed their lips back together, their tongues dancing a seductive routine between the two of them. Crocodile bucked his hips to meet the thrusts of his colleague, causing both of them to cross the threshold into bliss.

They came simultaneously; Doflamingo releasing deep into Crocodile, who in turn coated both of their stomachs with his own seed.

The two lay pressed together, the younger still inside his lover, and made no effort to move as they caught their breath. Doflamingo chuckled softly, his mirth ruffling Crocodile's hair. He had looked up to find that the large glass windows that surrounded them had fogged up from their heated efforts.

The afterglow was sweet for the two Warlords, as rare for them as the finest wine to a pauper. Finally, Doflamingo removed himself from his colleague, and rolled over to his side. He propped his head up with his hand and stared into the face of the man he had just made love to. Crocodile's eyebrows were knit together slightly, as if he were considering something, his eyelids closed. For a moment, he thought about pushing his luck and attempting to kiss the older man again, but he felt like living.

To his surprise, Crocodile spoke, his voice deep and carefully controlled.

"My office," he began, slowly opening his eyes to fix Doflamingo in a cold glare, "is off limits to you. If you ever come here again, I'll run you through…" As if to reinforce his words, he lifted his hook; the mass of gold held a glimmer of a threat in it.

The younger man seemed unfazed, smirking over at his colleague.

"So I guess I'll just meet you at your place then?" he teased jokingly.

Crocodile's icy glare remained frigid for a moment, but then he sighed heavily.

He quickly weighed his options: Either accept the younger man's feelings and have to put up with his antics, or run the risk of his plans for Baroque Works being ruined by the horny bird's rejection issues.

"If you must." He said simply, watching Doflamingo's eyes grow to the size of saucers, the usual grin absent from his shocked face.

When the gears in Doflamingo's mind began to turn again, a triumphantly smug smile plastered itself to his features. He barely hesitated before deciding to test Crocodile's new-found resolve.

Trailing his free hand up the abdomen of the man beside him, he felt Crocodile twitch slightly beneath his light touch. Doflamingo brought his large hand up to cup the side of the Warlord's face, laughing as he saw the man blush once more. He pushed himself back over to the older man, who eyed him incredulously as he brought his face up level to his.

"Hey, Croco-man," he chided, stroking his long fingers along the side of Crocodile's jaw. "Can I spend the night?"

The feigned innocence on Doflamingo's face made the older Warlord melt into his touch. He raised himself up to where his lips barely brushed the younger man's, tickling his face with his breath as he spoke.

"I'll get my coat." he said, losing himself once more in the deep aquamarine of the Warlord's eyes.

Doflamingo smirked into the kiss that Crocodile cautiously applied, feeling as if they were teenagers attempting their first. The sweetness of his colleague's lips betrayed the man's normally stubborn attitude, making the younger believe that it had been a front the whole time he had known him.

Only breaking the passionate exchange when they felt they could no longer breathe, the former pirates gathered their scattered clothes and dressed quickly.

Having decided that they would take care of the mess later, Crocodile looked forward to a long bath in his condominium. As they pulled their coats on and ascended the stairs into Rain Dinners, he mulled over the idea of asking Doflamingo to join him in the large tub that awaited him at home.

Finding the thought a little too embarrassing, he pushed it aside for now.

Fending off Ultraking, the eager-to-please manager, and ignoring the questioning gaze from Nico Robin, Crocodile's business partner who was seated at the bar, the two conspicuous men made their way through the crowd of the façade for Baroque Works Base of Operations. The new couple stepped out into the chilled night air of Rainbase and proceeded toward Crocodile's abode.

Having never been there, Doflamingo was gleefully anticipating getting a glimpse into the Warlord's home life. His mirth spurred him into risking a swing from the hook.

After turning down a poorly lit alleyway, he sneaked his left hand into Crocodile's right. He felt the man beside him stiffen, quickly sending the younger Shichibukai a shocked glare. Crocodile swiftly assessed the situation, glancing about conscientiously to see that they were alone.

Doflamingo chortled lightly as the obstinate man finally relaxed and allowed their fingers to lace together.

-Originally posted on FF.net on 02/20/2012-

Just a bit of fluff at the end to make me gush with tender-hearted joy. *tears up* Also, I considered saying that Crocodile lived in an out of the way mansion but, considering that he was planning to move to a castle anyway, I decided that he probably would have lived in a swank condo in town (To be described in the next chapter).

Thank you to anyone who's reviewed/liked/read my story! It means so much...

The first chapter was relatively short because I was just getting the story going and I figured I'd test the waters a bit to see if anyone liked my insane drivel, most of the chapters should be longer. I also put it up in the DoflaDile group on DevArt (and a couple others), and got a few favorites (A big "Thank you!" to those people as well~)

ANYway... The next chapter may be just storyline; I'm not sure if there will be lemons yet, but this is definitely not going to be the end of the CrocoMingo happy-sexytimes. Since the story begins before the beginning of the run-ins with the Straw-Hats, the two will have some opportunity to build the relationship up before Operation Utopia's commencement and Crocodile's arrest.

I hope to make my first story a long one, so bear with me whilst I plod along like a lovesick idiot. (Oh, how I love them~~)
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