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Crocodile hated Shichibukai meetings.
He didn’t care about any new and aspiring pirates, unless they dared cross his territory.
He didn’t care about the World Government or the Marines.
He had better things to do, like take over a country.
But there was only one thing that kept him coming back to these dull meetings that were held at least once a month.
The gorgeous blond Marine escort.
He didn’t think much of him at first, just another Marine Commander.
He was quiet, unnaturally so, Crocodile thought him a mute first.
Then, he finally heard the man speak, and gods his voice was so low, it surprised Crocodile at first.
“Commander Donquixote Rosinante, here to pick up and escort Sir Crocodile to Marineford for the monthly Shichibukai meeting.”
It wasn’t the first time Crocodile heard the whole spiel.
The very few times he attended a meeting every Marine Commander announced themselves that way, rarely he ever had the same one picking him up.
“Donquixote?” Crocodile asked, raising an eyebrow as he boarded the Marine vessel. “As in, Donquixote Doflamingo?” he asked again.
“Ah, yes.” The obnoxiously tall marine looked nervous.
“He’s actually my older brother.”
Crocodile couldn’t believe his ears at first, the damn flamingo had a younger brother?
And a damn fine looking one as well?
Then, he started laughing, starling a few of the lower ranking marines.
“One brother is a pirate and the other a Marine? How ironic!” Crocodile laughed.
Rosinante looked a bit peeved at being laughed at.
“How did that even happen?” Crocodile asked.
“It’s a long story.” Rosinante sighed, blowing out a billow of smoke.
“Care to share?” Crocodile smirked.
“Only if you tell me how you gained your hook.” Rosinante challenged back.
Crocodile smirked.
“You’ve got some back bone Donquixote.” he said as he rubbed his hook.
That was a story only few knew of personally, and even fewer that Crocodile told himself.
Rosinante smirked back at him, “Have to have one when handling dangerous pirates like yourself.”
Crocodile’s smirked wider.
“Oh? You think you can handle me?” he asked as he sauntered over the blond Commander.
Rosinante blushed and stuttered out a response.
“N-not in the way you're implying! Just, I-!”
Oh Crocodile was having fun.
“Oh? And just what was I implying, Commander?” He purred as he got impossibly close to the poor blond.
As Crocodile stepped closer, Rosinante stepped back and tripped.
Crocodile started laughing.
Rosinante stood back up, embarrassed, and dusted himself off.
“I suggest you get comfortable Sir Crocodile, we have a three day trip ahead of us.” Rosinante said as he walked away.
“I can think of some ways I could be more comfortable, Commander.” Crocodile smirked.
Rosinante tripped over nothing and fell, face down this time, and Crocodile walked away laughing.
Oh yes.
Crocodile was interested in this one.
“And that concludes our monthly meeting.” Sengoku said.
“Finally.” Thought Crocodile.
He couldn’t wait to go back home.
“Sir Crocodile.” A voice behind him said.
Crocodile stood from his chair and faced the person behind him.
Ah, the lovelier Donquixote brother.
Crocodile smiled, a predatory thing, at him.
“Commander Donquixote.” He purred, putting an extra emphasis on the Commander bit, it always ruffled the damn flamingo’s feathers that his younger brother was a Navy Commander.
“I shall escort you back to the ship.” Rosinante said, face stern.
Oh he looked so delectable when trying to act like a respectable Commander instead of his usual goofy, clumsy self.
Crocodile truly found him adorable, he could almost coo.
“Rosi~” a lecherous voice called, coming closer.
Rosinante’s lips tightened around the cigarette in his mouth.
“Doffy.” The younger called out to the older.
“Rosi, Rosi, Rosi~” Doflamingo sauntered over where Rosinante and Crocodile were and draped his arm over his younger brother’s shoulder.
“When are you finally going to drop this good boy Marine act and come join my side, where you rightfully belong little brother?”
Rosinante rolled his eyes and pushed his brother’s arm off him.
“I will never join you Doffy. I am a Marine and I enjoy being a Marine. I’ll never be a pirate.” Rosinante hissed the last part off.
Doflamingo threw his head back and laughed.
“You were, for a while. Remember? Or have you forgotten all about our time on Spider Miles?” Doflamingo leaned in close.
“I haven’t.” Doflamingo hissed in his brother’s ear.
Rosinante’s face looked grim.
“Get out of here you overgrown flamingo.” Crocodile growled.
“While you may like to loiter after these meetings, some of us would like to go back to our homes.”
It’s true. Crocodile wanted to go back home.
Where he could monitor everything and be on top of everything.
Where he had control.
“Croccy~” Doflamingo purred, turning his attention to the dark haired man.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you just want to spend more time with my dearest little brother here.”
“Unfortunately you DON’T know any better you damned flamingo.” Crocodile said as he walked away, Rosinante right behind him.
Doflamingo laughed loudly.
“Oh Rosi, you have to tell me how you bagged the Wani bastard.” Doflamingo was following them.
“I tried for MONTHS and nothing! He acted like a pompous princess.” He cackled.
Crocodile spun around and was about to give the damn flamingo a piece of his mind.
“Why you-!”
But was interrupted by Rosi beating him to the punch.
“Doffy! Have some damn respect! At least for your fellow Warlord.” Rosinante hissed, standing up to his older brother.
Doflamingo cackled and slammed his brother against a wall.
“Oh Rosi,” he purred. “You do a piss poor job at hiding how close you and my dearest Croccy are.”
“Doffy, let me go.” Rosinante hissed, glaring at his brother. Glaring into those stupid sunglasses he hated so much.
“Cmon~” Doflamingo purred. “Why don’t you share him with me?” he whispered in Rosi’s ear.
“We used to share everything.” Doflamingo said.
“That was before everything.” Rosi glared harder and kicked his brother away, Doflamingo just barely dodging the haki covered leg.
Doflamingo cackled loudly.
“And here I thought I was the possessive one little brother.”
Rosinate tsk’d at his older and went back to escorting Crocodile to the ship, but Doflamingo didn’t miss how Rosi’s hand lingered on Crocodile’s lower back, almost touching.
Doflamingo chuckled to himself as he walked away.
He’d have both his little brother and his dearest Croccy at his side.
It was only a matter of time.
“You almost got us caught. You want your brother to find out about this? You want the Marines to find out?” Crocodile hissed as he puffed out smoke from his cigar.
“Well, are you going to answer me?” He raised an eyebrow.
There was a noise from the other man in the room.
“What was that?” Crocodile smirked.
“Oh, I forgot,” Crocodile lowered his hand to his lap.
“It must be hard to speak with your mouth full like that.”
Crocodile looked down at Rosinante in between his legs, his mouth full of Crocodile’s cock.
The blonde was pretty on his knees, throat stuffed, keeping Crocodile’s cock nice and warm.
They’d been like this for almost two hours.
Rosi on his knees for Crocodile, cockwarming him while Crocodile sat on HIS chair in HIS office.
Rosi always did love a power trip, and so did Crocodile.
Crocodile grabbed Rosi’s hair and pulled him off his cock with a wet ‘pop’
Rosi let out a little whine, his pupils full blown and his trousers uncomfortably tight.
Crocodile growled. “Little slut.” He said as he slapped his cock against Rosi’s cheek.
“Miss my cock that much? Need that pretty throat stuffed?” He taunted as he pulled Rosi’s hair tighter.
Rosi moaned. “Yes~” he panted.
“Yes, what?” Crocodile hissed, pulling tighter.
Rosi’s whimpered. His scalp burned. He LOVED it.
“Yes, Sir~” Rosi moaned, eyes almost rolling back.
Crocodile shuddered. Rosinante always looked so good when he got into it.
The perfect whore.
And the perfect Devil Fruit for their little meetings, Rosi tended to get a BIT loud.
“You didn’t answer my first question baby,” Crocodile kissed Rosinante’s cheek.
Rosinante was already floaty; he didn't even remember what Crocodile first asked him, he made a little confused sound.
“Oh baby,” Crocodile coo’ed. “You’re so pretty but so stupid.” He hisses, grinding his foot onto Rosinante’s cock.
Rosinante let out a yell. His cock was finally getting some much needed pressure.
“I asked you baby,” Crocodile said, standing and going behind Rosi. “Do you want your brother to find out about us?”
Crocodile took off Rosinante’s Navy jacket and was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, gently stroking each patch of newly exposed skin.
Rosinante shuddered. Crocodile’s fingers were rough, they felt so good on his skin.
“Do you want the Navy to find out?” He whispered in Rosinante’s ear, harshly biting the lobe.
Rosinante threw his head back and cried out.
“Ohhhh~ you’d like that, wouldn't you baby girl?” Crocodile chuckled, hook undoing Rosinante’s belt expertly.
Rosi was letting out little “Ah, ah’s” the more Crocodile touched him. The more that dangerous hook touched his skin the more turned on he became.
“Please.” Rosi whined.
“Please what? Want them to watch you? Watch you on your knees for me? For my cock?” Crocodile finally yanked Rosinante’s brief’s down, exposing his aching dick into the cool cabin air.
Rosinante actually sobbed, his dick finally free and leaking like a broken faucet.
“Oh baby look how wet you are,” Crocodile purred, running a single finger up Rosinante’s cock. “Like a girl.” He chuckled in his ear.
Rosinante sobbed.
“Please, please, Crocodile, Sir!” Rosi panted heavily. He wanted to cum. NEEDED to cum.
“What would the Navy think? Seeing their oh so great Commander on his knees, begging, to a pirate like me.” Crocodile started stroking Rosinante’s cock in earnest.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Rosi panted, looking down at the hand stroking him. God it felt so GOOD.
“You like that? Want them to see you? You little voyeur.” Crocodile panted, kissing and sucking Rosinante’s neck. This was getting him hot too.
Crocodile was grinding his own cock against Rosinante’s naked back.
“Your stupid older brother thinks I’m the one on my knees for you,” Crocodile sped up his stroking.
“What would he think if he saw you like this, for me?”
“PLEASE!” Rosi sobbed, trying hard not to thrust into the hand stroking him.
“I’m sorry Sir please, please! Let me cum Sir!”
Crocodile moaned. He loved getting his baby girl desperate like this.
“That’s right baby, you’re mine,” Crocodile sucked Rosi’s neck more aggressively.
“Cum for me baby. Cum all over my hand like the little slut you are.”
With three more strokes Rosi came with a yell and a full body shudder.
Crocodile chuckled deeply and rolled Rosinante on his back, onto the plush carpet.
Rosinante was whimpering softly, body still twitching from his orgasm.
His hair was sweaty and clung to his face. The rest of his hair fanned out where he lay, giving the illusion of a halo.
A perverted little angel.
And he was all for Crocodile.
Crocodile licked his lips and pulled off Rosi’s pants.
“Oh baby,” Crocodile cooed mockingly, slapping Rosi’s thigh harshly, making the blonde man whimper and twitch.
“You don’t think we’re done do you?” Crocodile smirked as he finished undressing himself.
Rosi moaned and spread his legs for the predator above him.
“Give me your worst,” he said as he wrapped his arm around Crocodile’s neck. “Sir Crocodile~” He purred as he brought the man into a passionate kiss.
Crocodile moaned and kissed back.
This little vixen was all his till they got back to Alabasta and he was going to enjoy his time.