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After quickly undressing, Doflamingo steps into a shower, closes the curtain behind him and turns on the hot water. He closes his eyes briefly and lets out a soft sigh, letting himself relax under the hot water. For a moment he stayed like that, just letting himself relax. after a short while, Doflamingo opens his eyes and takes a shower gel on which he places a little of the product in his hands. He then proceeds to scrub and wash himself in all his glorious nakedness. doflamingo runs his hand through his wet hair while momentarily closing his eyes to stretch his muscles.

A slight blush appeared on Doflamingo's face and he abruptly stopped his movements. His eyes widened as he heard a voice in his head, he sighed softly. his heart was beating faster in his ribcage.
"Damn it, stop haunting my thoughts..." he mumbled under his breath, closing his eyes for a short moment. Doflamingo was trying to concentrate on his shower, but he was having trouble doing so, he felt his mind wandering. he bit his lower lip while still speaking to himself in frustration. "No... It's not the time to think about that... It's not the fucking time..."

after a few seconds, Doflamingo swallowed hard, a thought momentarily crossed his mind and he immediately dismissed it, yet that thought came back to him, refusing to leave. Despite himself, he felt the heat invade him as he imagined Crocodile in the shower with him...he immediately let out a small moan as he imagined her against him, pressed against his body, devouring his skin and making him hers..."Fuck..." he muttered, frustrated at the vision that had just unfolded in his mind. spirit.

doflamingo gritted his teeth briefly, desperately trying to banish any unwanted thoughts, but it was like waging a desperate struggle against the ocean. The more he tried to chase away the images that were playing out in his mind, the more they intensified, completely devouring him, arousing and vibrating him on all sides. a desperate moan escaped Doflamingo's lips and his right hand tightly gripped the shower head he was leaning on. with his eyes closed, he imagined Crocodile's muscular arms surrounding him, pinning him against the wall, imagining hearing him whisper words close to his ear...

the blond gritted his teeth harder while trying in vain to chase away these thoughts that made his heart beat at an unimaginable speed. He felt his body becoming more and more sensitive, every inch of his skin burning with impatience to feel Crocodile's hands on his body. he moaned softly, his right hand letting go of the shower head to slowly move downwards... An invading thought took hold in Doflamingo's mind "What won't I do to make this man possess me totally..."his eyes opened in a look clouded with desire as he imagined Crocodile behind him, pressing him against him, holding him forcefully, possessing him so perfectly...

doflamingo moaned again as a wave of heat surged through him, making his heart beat even harder against his chest. his eyes closed again and the blond tightened his hand around his aching erection while whispering in a hoarse, trembling voice, "Oh damn Crocodile."

he stood there motionless for a few seconds, his forehead pressed against the shower wall as he struggled to control his breathing. New thoughts raced through his mind at an almost disorderly pace, almost overwhelming him. doflamingo imagined Crocodile stroking his neck and licking his earlobe, making him shiver. He saw himself turn around to put his arms around the older man, pulling him closer, rubbing his body against the other man and whispering against his ear, "Fuck... Crocodile..."

he felt Crocodile's lips brush against the skin of his neck, sending new waves of heat surging throughout his body..."I want you"....doflamingo felt a desperate moan escape his lips as he gave in to the sensation, completely losing himself in his thoughts... "Take me... I'm yours." Doflamingo moaned loudly as he felt Crocodile's hands on his waist, pinning him against the wall as he kissed him passionately on the neck.

doflamingo moaned once again, feeling his heart beating at a frenzied pace, his whole body shivering with pleasure as he imagined Crocodile behind him, possessing him completely. new moans escaped Doflamingo's lips as images flashed through his mind. He wondered for a brief moment how it was possible to have so many different scenarios in mind in just a few seconds. doflamingo bit his lower lip, trying to curb the moans that escaped his lips, but it was in vain in the face of the storm that had been unleashed within him.

an embarrassed, heartbreaking moan escaped her lips as the shivers of pleasure flowed down her body, sending spasms over every inch of her skin..."Everything...I want everything from you"... The words came almost muffled from his lips. he felt his heart beating at an irregular pace, each beat shaking his chest painfully. His eyes were closed, totally carried away by the visions that were unfolding within him. doflamingo felt himself burning inside, consumed by the desire and need to be touched, wanting Crocodile's arms around him and his husky voice whispering sweet nothings close to his ear.

Doflamingo groaned loudly as those words registered in his mind like an order. her heart fluttered in her chest, imagining Crocodile asking her to cum for him. He felt his body being overheated, every nerve ending seemed to be on button, each one burning with wild sensations and desires.

the image of Crocodile, his face close to his, gently nibbling his earlobe flashed through his mind, accompanied by his hoarse voice whispering sensual words and naughty whispers, and that was all he needed. needed to reach the edge of his limit.

doflamingo moaned, feeling the beginnings of pleasure course through his body as a wave of intense heat surged through him. his hands gripped the wall in front of him for balance, his heart beating erratically against his chest as he whispered in a shaky voice, "Crocodile...I...I'm going." a painful, muffled moan escaped Doflamingo's lips as he fell against the damp wall of the shower, pressing his head against the wall before sighing softly and hard..."Shit"...

a slight embarrassed noise left Doflamingo's lips while looking at his cum-stained right hand. Doflamingo groaned and placed his other hand against his face... "holy shit"... He sighed and opened his eyes. he looked around, suddenly realizing that he was still in the shower, and that he was probably going to have to clean up. After a short while, Doflamingo swallowed hard and turned back to the hot water, turning on the faucet to run the water and clean his dirty hand.

doflamingo stood under the stream of water for a moment, letting the current carry the fluid spilling from his hand. his breathing gradually slowed, he stopped for a moment and sighed softly, his eyes closing momentarily as he remembered the images that had flashed through his head moments before. a brief blush appeared on Doflamingo's face as he left the shower and grabbed his towel around his neck to dry his body. He looked embarrassed as he quickly dressed and left the locker room and headed towards the male dormitory.

his thoughts were still muddled, the pleasure he had felt should not have affected him so much, however his reaction had been disproportionate. Doflamingo sighed as he wrapped the towel around his head, trying to mentally recover from his intense shower session.

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“Ah, are you just getting out of the shower? The curfew has been exceeded by 15 minutes.”

Doflamingo jumped when he heard Crocodile's voice behind him. He turned abruptly and looked at the older man with an embarrassed look as he swallowed hard.

“Ah..Sorry, I lost track of time in the shower..."

"Don't worry. Since I know you're rarely outside the dorm I put it that you were there during the call."

Doflamingo sighed, appeased after Crocodile's words. he briefly ran a hand through his hair as he looked at the older boy with an embarrassed look.

"Thank you... I'm going to go straight to bed, by the way..."

"Ah, Doflamingo avoid taking too long in the shower next time. the other teachers aren’t as nice to you.”

A slight blush appeared on Doflamingo's face as images of his previous shower session came to mind. He swallowed and forced himself to nod.

“Yes, I promise, I’ll be careful…”

"Good night."

Doflamingo lowered his head as Crocodile ran his hand through his hair to ruffle it. He sighed and looked up at the older man, something seeming to flutter in his heart.

"Good night."

doflamingo remained motionless for a short moment, his heart beating harder against his chest. He didn't even realize that he was staring at Crocodile's back, a little too long, his mind remembering the touch of his fingers against his hair. after a few seconds, Doflamingo shook his head to clear his thoughts and forced himself to look away, returning as quickly as possible to his assigned dormitory.

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Zoro coughs, chokes, suddenly opens his eyes, and glances at Crocodile. He opens his mouth wide as the other man pulls a handful of his hair, forcing him to meet his accusatory gaze. Crocodile, amused by Zoro’s expression, tugs his hair again in a mocking gesture. Zoro’s eyes widen, and he lets out a moan as Crocodile slides his cock back into his mouth, nearly choking him, pushing it deep inside.

Zoro hates how comfortable Crocodile is in this situation. The deep humiliation angers him, but he doesn’t try to stop him, feeling powerless. Crocodile smirks. Zoro despises that smirk, despises this situation and his own lack of power. He can neither fight nor speak. He closes his eyes, frustrated by his own submission. Zoro moans, his hands gripping the sheets, his gaze lost in the distance. Crocodile lets himself go further, amused by his partner’s frustration, which heightens his pleasure. He lets out a small, mocking laugh.

Crocodile grows rougher. Zoro moans in pain and pleasure, his body trembling with desire. Caught in the heat of the moment, Crocodile fucks him harder, his thrusts becoming increasingly brutal. Zoro feels Crocodile’s cock hitting the back of his throat, his body moving against him. Crocodile pulls his hair, forcing him to open his mouth wider to take him deeper. The room echoes with their moans. Zoro is swept up in a whirlwind of pleasure, pain, and submission, moaning louder and louder.

Zoro can no longer hold back his moans. His eyes narrow, his breathing becomes ragged, his fists clench the sheets, torn by conflicting feelings. The more his frustration grows, the more his heart aches. Crocodile relishes the sight. The thought of dominating Zoro today fills him with satisfaction. Zoro’s heart hurts, but his body feels indescribable pleasure. He’s even more humiliated by the masochistic pleasure he takes in this role. Crocodile, aroused by Zoro’s compliance, loses a bit of control in his excitement. Zoro doesn’t protest, taking it all with his moans, but each insult makes him flush, his heart racing. He fights against this humiliation but doesn’t want it to stop.

Crocodile, increasingly aroused, quickens his thrusts, penetrating Zoro even deeper. Zoro moans louder, his body trembling with desire, his hands gripping Crocodile’s thighs to hold him in place. Crocodile, sensing Zoro’s pleasure, presses on with even more fervor. Zoro is embarrassed by his own pleasure, his heart pounding, flushed with shame.
Zoro comes without pants, his body shaking with desire. He feels the pleasure rising within him, mixed with humiliation. His legs tremble, his feet tense, and his body is racked with shivers of pleasure. Crocodile notices this weakness and, amused, continues without stopping. He teases him with crude words, nearly breaking Zoro’s heart. Zoro moans louder, his head spinning, hating himself for enjoying it. His heart tightens, he wants it to stop, but his body craves more, on the verge of losing control.

Crocodile comes violently in Zoro’s mouth, forcing him to swallow everything. Zoro is startled by the intensity of Crocodile’s orgasm. He tastes the salty, warm release in his mouth, choking, hurt, and humiliated, ashamed of enjoying it. His heart is on the verge of breaking. Pulling back, he gasps for air, on the brink of tears but holding them back. He refuses to show any weakness, his pride wounded, ashamed of his pleasure. Zoro hates that victorious smile as Crocodile grabs his face with one hand. The last of his pride crumbles under that triumphant smirk, his heart racing. Yet, shamefully, he eagerly awaits what comes next… because he wants more.

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they watch TV for a while, lying next to each other, and Crocodile gets up on his elbows. He looks at Buggy without saying anything. He seems to be thinking hard about something. a little silence settles in, and Crocodile still remains silent, his gaze fixed on Buggy, for a moment before he finally decides to open his mouth to break the silence.

"Hey, Buggy? I wanted to ask you something." Said the older of the two high school students.

"Yeah ?"

He raises his eyebrows and leans forward to face him. “I want to ask you a question but I want to be sure that you will listen and answer honestly.”

“Go ahead, you can tell me everything.”

he hesitates for a moment, embarrassed, but he nevertheless takes his courage in both hands and finally starts. “Um…I was wondering…if you’ve already had…your first time?”

“Did the question come to you because we’re lying here together?”

a slight hint of red rises to his cheeks when he understands the implied meaning of her answer and he shrugs his shoulders. “P-Maybe, maybe not, I was just asking, I just wanted to know.”

"I already had foreplay with a boy I liked, but it didn't go any further, what about you?"

he raises his eyebrows in surprise at her response, shocked to learn that he's ever had a relationship like this with anyone, and he looks away momentarily as he considers his response.

Me… no, uh, I’ve never done… that.

“Do you want to tryAfterwards, if you don't want to, it doesn't matter if you know it for like a month or two."

He raises his eyebrows considerably at hearing her so frankly propose such a thing, disconcerted and embarrassed. He shrugs his shoulders, trying to maintain a detached air. “E-Hey, yeah, s-if you want…why not.”

"W-can we just start with kisses and cuddles? And see the rest for next time maybe."

He raises his eyebrows at her suggestion, still a little surprised, but he hesitates. “E-Eh… Yeah, o-okay… that’s fine with me. I… I suggest we start now?”

“Bend over.”

He looked at him, seeing him turn around and move closer to him, almost coming face to face now. He nevertheless obeys her and leans forward.
he's surprised by the sudden closeness, feeling Buggy's lips against his, but he nevertheless closes his eyes and begins to move his lips against his. he allows himself to be pulled along by him as well, resting against the bed at the same time as Buggy, their chests pressed together now.
He moans, surprised by the way she nibbles on his bottom lip, only to finally part his mouth when Buggy slips his tongue inside. he closes his eyes again as he gives in to this kiss which now becomes more sensual, sliding his own tongue against hers.

He wraps an arm around Buggy's chest and pulls him closer, deepening the kiss. with his arm still free, he slips his hand into Buggy's hair, slipping his fingers through it.he moans again, emitting a noise that closely resembles a small purr, against Buggy's lips with each new action on his part, and he slides one of his feet against his leg, pressing their bodies together a little more . he finally stops the kiss for a moment, breathing quickly, so he can open his eyes. He keeps his arms around Buggy, still pressed against him on the bed, while looking at him standing with a confused look.

“T-It was… pretty… pretty good…”

“Hmm, you know I can smell it?”
He jumps when he feels Buggy rubbing against him, he closes his eyes momentarily, making a slight noise that sounds like a little moan again, embarrassed. “B-Buggy… d-don’t do that…”

“You have an erection, I have one too, maybe we can do some things with that?”

He feels himself blush as he feels her hips continue to move against him. he opens his eyes a little, enough to see Buggy right in front of him and he groans, his breathing remaining rapid and his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I know, but...but we're in my room, and my parents are home..."

“You have a bathroom in your room rightjust lock your bedroom door and bathroom door. And your parents won't."

He raises his eyebrows in surprise at Buggy's audacity, but then closes his eyes for a moment in thought. He sighs and finally opens his eyes. “You’re not totally wrong, plus, if my mother knocks on the door I’ll hear it and we can stop in time.”

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He watches him close the bedroom door and head towards the bathroom. He then follows him, looking hesitant, still sheepish. once he gets to the bathroom, he also closes the door behind him and leans against it.

"Wait, I'll turn on the shower to be sure. We can make a little more noise that way."

he shrugs surprised at hearing her say that, but then he nods, remaining leaning against the door. “P-Perfect, d-okay…”

“Y-you’re really big, but I can deal with it.” He said, trying to tiptoe there.

he raises his eyebrows when he gets closer to him and tries to tiptoe towards him, making a little amused pout at the height gap between them.

"You're just too small, that's all."

“Come on…” He said a little awkwardly.

he sniffed when he heard her ask him that, but he complied nonetheless and leaned down to be almost at her height. “Hm?”

He closes his eyes when their lips touch and he kisses her back. he slides his arm around his torso, pulling him a little closer as he deepens the kiss.
He stands up and takes the initiative to penetrate his mouth with his tongue, kissing him deeper while pulling him a little closer to him. meanwhile, he also slid his other hand down, brushing his palm against Buggy's butt. He moans against her mouth when her hand grabs his ass, and he deepens the kiss as he continues to slide his tongue against Buggy's. he then begins to slide his hand further down, right against her thigh.

“You look more confident than on the bed.”

He grunts surprised but also out of breath, he takes a moment to respond. “W-Eh… I-I guess, yeah… I must have just needed some time to… m-adjust.”

"Hmm, I like it. Let me give you a few things in return to prove it to you."

He looks at him, interested, wondering what exactly he wanted to talk to him about. “Oh yeah, okay so what?”

He's surprised to be pushed against the door, but he lets it happen nonetheless, wrapping his arms around Buggy's shoulders as he feels his hands slide under his t-shirt, touching him against the skin. he closes his eyes and moans softly as he feels her fingers slide against his skin.
He moaned a little louder as he felt him play with his nipples between his fingers, bringing his hips forward, sliding his leg a little more against Buggy's.
he closes his eyes, breathing a little faster, he moves his hips a little closer against Buggy's, sliding his leg against his, moaning at the contact, feeling the friction it creates between them.

he presses his ass more against the door as he continues to press against him, moaning a little louder as he feels her hand continue to caress him. “I-I really like what you’re doing there.”

“You’re going to like this too.”

he raises his eyebrows as he watches him move his hands down her body, wondering what he was talking about, before finally getting a little idea of ​​what he had in mind. he feels his heart beat faster, but he closes his eyes and tries to control his breathing, leaning his head back against the door and groaning. He opens his eyes when he feels Buggy playing with his belt, then groans when he violently rips off his belt and then undoes his pants. he presses himself more against the door, one hand against it, while thrusting his hips forward, moaning again.

“Can I?”

He opens his eyes and tilts his head to look at him, embarrassed, before finally nodding. “Y-Yes, Go ahead and touch me.”

he groaned, a little frustrated and embarrassed at being the only one in this current situation, nonetheless letting Buggy undress him, allowing him to see his erection. his cheeks take on more color and he looks away, putting a hand over his mouth to try to stop himself from making too much noise when Buggy starts to touch him.

"Fuck, you're really well hung. I'm already drooling...it's not the same as sucking off a random high school guy."

he groaned as he felt Buggy's hand on him, blushing even more at the compliment, putting another hand to his mouth to try and keep himself from making too much noise. He closes his eyes for a moment and breathes a little faster.

“F-Fuck, I didn’t expect that from you…”

"Sorry, I hide it well, but I like cocks... but maybe I could only like yours... but we'll talk about that later."

He groaned, throwing his head back at what he said. he opens his eyes to try to look down at him, while moving his hand away from his mouth and lowering his voice to a whisper.

“Y-Your…mouth…is really…very talkative…”

“There is a way to silence me.”

he gasps at Buggy's lick, bringing his hand to his mouth while closing his eyes momentarily. He then decides to raise his head while looking at him, tilting his head to the side.

“F-Fuck…I wish I knew which one.”

he moaned loudly, completely caught off guard by this action, putting his hand over his mouth to try to dampen the noise, opening his eyes again watching him do it, a little surprised.

“Y-Your mouth is f-fuck…”

he moaned loudly as he felt him take even more, bringing his second hand to his mouth and moaning into it while leaning his head back against the door, feeling his breathing quicken while carrying deciding to put one of his hands in Buggy's hair. he chokes on his own hand against his mouth, feeling every inch of him slide into his mouth. He looks down and looks at Buggy, moaning breathlessly.

“B-Buggy it’s…”

his hand was against his goat, moaning against it as he felt Buggy's sucks against him, moaning against his own hand to try to drown out the noise.

“B-Buggy fuck, y-your mouth is…”

he moaned loudly again, leaning his head a little more against the door, while keeping his head tilted forward.

“B-Buggy… I-I won’t… be able to… last… long…”

he moaned more and more, feeling Buggy's every movement against him, making him tremble against the door.

“B- Buggy if-if you continue I-I will…”

his hips pressed against Buggy's mouth feeling like he couldn't hold back much longer, Buggy's movements continued to make him tremble. Excitement building within him, feeling that he wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer, despite his efforts. he closes his eyes for a moment before finally opening them and looking towards Buggy. He slipped his hand inside Buggy's hair, bringing his grip against it a little tighter, groaning as he felt the speed and depth of Buggy's movements.

he groaned as he felt the slap on his thigh, opening his eyes to give Buggy a small look, opening his mouth against his hand, seeming to understand what he meant.

“B-Buggy y-are you sure…?

he moaned as he felt Buggy vibrate around him, bringing his second hand to his mouth to try and soften his moan, he finally closed his eyes and moaned loudly against his hand as he felt his whole body tremble, bringing his hand against the hair from Buggy.

“I-I-I’m going to…”

He moaned shaking heavily against the door while feeling his release coming from the movements. He emptied himself into her mouth while trembling all over at his release, trying to muffle the sound of his moans.

“B-Buggy…”

he gasps as he feels him swallow it all, his heart pounding, still against the door trying to catch his breath a little, his legs trembling from what had just happened.

“B-Buggy…”

he takes a heavy breath while looking at him, trying to dampen his breathing a little, surprised by Buggy's current state, seeing his face red and drooling, while seeing his mouth half open in front of him, bringing his hand to his face cleaner with a towel.

“H-Hmp…well…”
“You were delicious.”

He opens his mouth, hearing her say that and blushes again realizing he just did it, he looks at his hand on the napkin, before finally looking away, a little embarrassed, out of breath.

“W-Hey… s-so you… y-you also…?”

“Cum?”

He feels embarrassed by her question and looks towards him, opening his mouth without saying a word, he nods, feeling his embarrassment continue to increase a little further upon hearing her question.

“I-Indeed…”

“I made myself happy, while I gave you some too.”

Listening to him say that and admitting so frankly that he had pleased himself while he was pleasuring her also embarrasses her further by blushing.

“O-Oh…I-I see…y-indeed…”

“Are…are we a few things now?”

He gives her an embarrassed look when he hears her question, he looks down at the ground for a moment, thinking for a moment, before finally looking back at him.

“H-Hmm… I-I guess so…”

"To be clear....we've known each other for a few months....the first time I come to your house...I do you...well you know in the bathroom...and you confirm that we are a few things now....boyfriends?"

he raises his eyebrows surprised by her question, but he nods in agreement. “Hmm, yeah, I d-don’t think we’re anything other than that now.”

"Cool."

he gives a small smile upon hearing this simple answer, he finally decides to move away from the door and walks towards Buggy, bringing one of his hands to his face.

"W-Well, s-so now that w-we're officially together."

“Y-yeah.” he smiled taking her hands in his. “The weird guy with the scary guy from school.”

“Y-yeah.” He smiled, taking her hands in his. “The weird guy with the scary guy from school.”

he gives a small smile as he looks down at their now connected hands, amused and embarrassed at the same time upon hearing her description.

“W-Well, hmm, s-let’s just say I guess we’re a very good match indeed.

he gave a small smile when he saw him rest his head against his chest, he brought one hand to his head and ran his fingers through Buggy's blue hair, amused by hearing his laughter, bringing his other hand in his back and puts your arm around him to bring him a little closeragainst him."So? Did I do well to be crazy enough to come and sit at your table?"

He gives a small smile as he looks up at him, fingers still tangled in Buggy's hair, amused at hearing his comment.

"Well, I guess so, I wouldn't have thought we'd end up like this in such a short time..."

“I did well, being a fool can defer you a good thing all things considered.”

he gives a little wider smile, looking a little amusedly towards him, stroking Buggy's hair, while passing the other hand against his back, while holding him tightly and pulling him closer to him.

“I guess the crazy ones are the most interesting after all.”
“I love you Croccy.”he sketches a small smile upon hearing these words, his cheeks rosy, he didn't expect to hear these words so soon from him, making him blush a little as he looks at him and brings his hand to his face, caressing his cheek while running his thumb over his skin.

“W-well, I love you too Buggy.”

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Robin, taken aback by Crocodile’s jealous attitude, felt a little unsettled. She hadn’t expected this kind of reaction and wondered why he was acting this way.

“Crocodile, I don’t understand… Why are you so jealous? We’re just here to have fun.”

Before she could say more, Crocodile grabbed her hand and pulled her into the club’s restroom. She was torn between excitement and unease at this unexpected turn of events.

“You were dancing really close to him, weren’t you?”

“Crocodile, wait… What are you doing?”

Her words were cut off by a passionate kiss, a fiery mix of anger and desire. Overwhelmed by these conflicting emotions, a part of her was undeniably drawn to this intensity.

Shocked yet aroused by Crocodile’s aggression, Robin’s lips were now swollen and flushed from their heated kisses. She surrendered to the rising desire within her, returning his kisses with equal fervor. Their tongues intertwined in a sensual dance, exploring every corner of each other’s mouths. Robin felt herself increasingly pulled toward him, letting go of all inhibitions. She gave in to her impulses, eager to see how far this passion would take them.

Caught off guard by Crocodile’s boldness, Robin felt both thrilled and vulnerable as he lifted her and pinned her against the bathroom wall. His hands slipped under her dress, caressing her skin with burning intensity. She moaned softly, swept away by desire. Her hands slid around his neck, pulling him closer, craving to heighten the exquisite sensations he was giving her. Robin let herself go completely, abandoning all restraint, lost in the moment and eager to discover where this jealousy would lead.

She was utterly consumed by pleasure, moaning louder as Crocodile’s fingers teased her, leaving her dripping with arousal. A wave of intense desire overtook her, her movements growing erratic.

“Crocodile… Oh yes… More… Harder…”

She let her emotions carry her away, her moans mingling with her breathless words. She loved the burning desire and jealousy radiating from Crocodile—it only fueled her own arousal. Robin lost herself entirely in the moment, focused only on satisfying her desires. Her heart raced as he withdrew his fingers and hiked up her dress, taking her while she was still fully clothed. A mix of excitement and apprehension surged through her as he entered her without hesitation.

“Crocodile… Oh my God…” she moaned in pleasure, a new sensation overwhelming her. Though they had never gone without protection before, she let herself be consumed by the moment. She surrendered to the devouring passion, abandoning all restraint and losing herself in the intoxicating sensations.

Overwhelmed by Crocodile’s fast and powerful thrusts, she was swept up in a whirlwind of pleasure. Her moans grew louder, her body ablaze as she finally reached her climax.

“Ohhhh… Crocodile… Yes… I… I’m coming…”

Waves of ecstasy crashed over her, her body trembling with pleasure. The intense sensations left her breathless and fulfilled. Still riding the high of her orgasm, Robin was surprised when Crocodile continued, thrusting with force until he reached his own release. She felt her body quiver with every movement, moaning in delight as he filled her with his hot release.

She felt full and satisfied, her breath short and her body still trembling. The intense sensations washed over her as she basked in the afterglow. Robin stayed pressed against Crocodile, savoring the intensity of their shared climax. She felt happy to have experienced such a raw and intimate moment with him, utterly fulfilled and content.

“Mmm, now you know—don’t make me jealous again.”

“I’m not so sure I can promise that… I really loved this.”

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Crocodile’s eyes gleamed with sadistic delight as he watched Nami struggle beneath him, her body a canvas of fresh bruises and crimson streaks. The sight of her pain sent a dark thrill coursing through him, raw and intoxicating. He reached out, his golden hook glinting coldly in the dim light, but it was his other hand—warm, deliberate—that brushed along her battered cheek. His thumb traced the edge of a deep scratch, smearing the blood across her skin as if painting her with his claim. He brought the stained digit to his lips and tasted her, the metallic tang making his breath hitch with hunger.

Nami’s chest rose and fell in ragged gasps, her body trembling from exhaustion and something far more confusing. At first she had only known terror—but now, beneath the fear, a treacherous heat coiled low in her belly. His darkness called to something buried inside her, something she hadn’t known existed until his gaze stripped her bare. She met his eyes, wide and defiant even as tears clung to her lashes, and felt herself drowning in the promise of his cruelty.

Crocodile leaned closer. His tongue, slow and deliberate, dragged along the jagged cut on her cheek, lapping at the blood with a low, guttural sound of approval. The taste exploded across his senses—salt and iron and her—and his grip tightened on her jaw, forcing her to stay still while he savored her. When he pulled back, his lips glistened red.

Hot breath ghosted over her ear as he whispered, voice like smoke and sin: “I’m going to brand every inch of you, little navigator. You’ll wear my marks inside and out… until you forget there was ever a time you didn’t belong to me.”

Before she could answer, his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was brutal—no tenderness, only conquest. His teeth caught her lower lip and bit down hard enough to draw fresh blood, swallowing her sharp cry as he deepened the kiss, tongue forcing its way past her lips to claim the taste of her surrender. When he finally tore himself away, her lips were swollen, bruised, glistening with saliva and blood. A thin strand still connected them for a heartbeat before it broke.

He smiled, slow and predatory, the golden hook trailing lightly down her throat—not cutting, just reminding her how easily it could.

“This is only the beginning, Nami,” he purred, voice dripping with dark satisfaction. His fingers slid along her jaw, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “I’m going to ruin you… and you’re going to beg me to never stop.”

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“Just one more bite, Luffy. You can do it.”

“I’m full…”

“Come on, little glutton… you wouldn’t want to disappoint me after tempting me by being so greedy.”

It had all started with Luffy’s adorable little habit: snacking non-stop. Today, he had gone through bags of chips and cookies while Crocodile was stuck in a video conference. Too busy, the older man hadn’t had time to take care of his unbelievably chubby boyfriend. So Luffy had eaten alone—partly to fill the void, but mostly to draw his attention.

It had worked. Crocodile could no longer focus on the endless numbers flashing across the screen. His gaze kept drifting back to that soft body, those fingers stained with grease and sugar, that mouth chewing relentlessly. Finally, he ended the meeting early, claiming an urgent issue, and shut the laptop.

Luffy was licking his fingers one by one, his plump lips shining, his round cheeks dimpled irresistibly. His stomach was already swollen from everything he had devoured, his t-shirt riding up under the pressure of the tender flesh. The sight made Crocodile smile, but also stirred something deep in his lower body. He longed to place his hands there, to feel the weight, the heat, the fullness.

He sat down beside Luffy, laying a broad hand on the round belly and leaning against him, humming softly as he caressed the smooth, taut skin.

“You’re finally done, Crocodile?” Luffy asked, half-lidded eyes and a smile hazy from satiety.

“Of course. How could I possibly work knowing my little ogre has to feed himself all alone?”

Luffy let out a weak laugh, but his cheeks turned crimson. Crocodile pressed lightly against his belly, savoring the elasticity, then slid a piece of cake straight into his mouth.

“You know… I don’t think you’ve eaten enough.” His voice was deep, velvety. “I want to see you grow fatter for me. I want this belly rounder, heavier every day. I want to caress these rolls, feel them swell under my fingers. I want to hear you moan with greed and impatience. Tonight, I’m going to stuff you, my love.”

Luffy whimpered, his eyes shining with desire, a trickle of drool at the corner of his lips. His breathing quickened as Crocodile kept feeding him bite after bite, not letting him pause. His free hand kneaded his belly, lifting, patting, savoring every tremor of the overfilled flesh.

The fabric of the t-shirt eventually tore at the side, a delicious sound to Crocodile’s ears. Luffy’s pants strained dangerously, every button on the verge of snapping. Crocodile didn’t want to stop it—on the contrary, he longed to hear them burst.

“I’m… so full…” Luffy panted, weakly clutching Crocodile’s hand.

“Oh no, little ogre. You’re not telling me you’re stopping here, are you?” Crocodile’s tone turned mock-sad, almost theatrical. “Your belly isn’t full enough yet. You’re not fed enough for me.”

He ran his tongue over his lips, lifting the belly again possessively, as if weighing it. The younger man shivered, his mouth parted, drooling in anticipation.

“I-I can keep going…” Luffy breathed, voice broken with need. “Keep touching me… keep talking to me… Feed me, Croc.”

Crocodile’s predator’s smile widened.

“If you promise to swallow it all…”

“I promise!” Luffy cried, red to the ears. “Feed me until I can’t move anymore!”

Crocodile brought another piece of cake to his lips, his other hand still kneading and soothing the swollen belly.

“Then let me turn you into my living feast, little ogre. Let me fatten you up until you burst in my arms.”

Luffy’s only reply was a loud, needy moan, his mouth wide open, ready to take in more and more.

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Crocodile took advantage of the warmth of the night to approach her face from the generous neckline of Vivi, without waking her up that when it was hot her beautiful it gets rid of her top, leaving her her breasts in the area. He felt the softness of his skin against his lips, and this intimate contact made him go up warmth in his lower belly. He took great inspiration, capturing the bewitching scent of Vivi, and let himself go to light kisses on his chest. His lips gently chick his delicate flesh, while his tongue played with his nipples, tickling them with delicacy.

The hand of crocodile roamed Vivi's body with passionate tenderness. His fingers caressed his skin, exploring each curve with desire. He knew how to make her shiver with pleasure, and he wanted to fill it beyond her wildest dreams. Crocodile felt Vivi's gaze on him, his brown eyes brilliant with a mysterious glow. He smiled gently knowing that she had felt her hook, but he also knew that she would not repel him. She stuck against him, her delicious curves pressed against her muscular chest. Crocodile's hand were walking on Vivi's body, caressing each plot. He felt his warm breath on his face, his intoxicating smell filling his senses. He knew that these moments of intimacy were precious, and he savor every moment with her.

Vivi savor these mornings filled with sweetness and intimacy, even if she would have liked to sleep a little longer. She liked to feel the caresses of her boyfriend without wakeing up completely. The warmth of her body against hers made her shiver, and she let herself go to this morning demonstration. His hands slipped into the muscular body of crocodile, exploring each centimeter with tenderness. She liked to feel her skin under her fingers, and she could not resist the urge to give her back her caresses. Vivi let out a sigh of pleasure, getting lost in this embrace.

Crocodile allowed himself to be invaded by the sweet hands of Vivi, feeling his body gradually relaxing. His hook shone with an ephemeral glow before giving in to fatigue, his eyes closing slowly. He buried his head in the generous chest of Vivi, falling asleep peacefully. Vivi, she remained awake, silent, her fingers sliding gently in the dark purple hair of crocodile. She loved this feeling, feeling her presence through touch. She continued his tender caresses, patiently waiting for him to wake up again, savoring this moment of intimacy and complicity.

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Doflamingo sneers in its champagne cup. He observed all the stripper and servers, looking at some of them with envy. Doflamingo smiles by feeling the hand of crocodile around its size. He looked up, noticing his gaze, knowing exactly what he had in mind for this day.

"Who have you chosen this year?" Asked Doflamingo impatient, wanting to know the delight that he will do to celebrate their wedding anniversary.

"I feel in the mood. To change this year what do you think?"

Doflamingo leaned over Crocodile, attracting his attention with an accomplice smile.

"Oh really? Interesting."
He put his cut on a neighboring table and let his hand slide along the crocodile leg, giving it a wink. "I am curious to see who will be the guy this year."

Doflamingo looked at the man with blue hair that Crocodile had designated. He observed it for a few moments, noting his jovial and simple attitude.

"Ah ... him?"

Doflamingo leaned his head on the side, observing the reactions of men around the blue man with blue hair. He turned to Crocodile, a slight smile.

"I see that you have chosen someone ... unique this year."

"Do you want it Doffy?"

Doflamingo smiles at the crocodile proposal. He looked in his husband's gaze, a touch of desire in his eyes.

"Of course I want it. After all, tonight is our birthday and it seems rather fun."

Crocodile smiles at the Doflamingo response. He motioned the man with blue hair to come to them.

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"Good evening GentlemenHow can I help you? "

Doflamingo smiles by detailing it from the feet to the head. He put his hand on his hip, observing the man with a cheerful look.

"Oh, you can help us in many ways, my dear."

"I hope soIt's my job to serve customers. "

Doflamingo sneered when he heard his answer. He took a step forward, approaching the man with blue hair while observing crocodile from the corner of the eye.

"Well, we are very demanding customersDo you think you can manage this? "

"Uh yes sir. What do you need?"

Doflamingo got even closer, reducing the distance between them to a simple breathing. He put his hand on the cheek of the man with blue hair, caressing her gently with his fingertips.

"Oh, we need many things ... but let's start with something simple." He cast a quick look at Crocodile before continuing. "Come with us in the alcove."

"I'm not really a prostitute ..."

The words came in a hoarse laugh. "Oh ... my beautiful has no reason to be afraid. We just want to spend a little time in private."
Doflamingo grabbed his arm delicately, and pulled him gently but firm in a large alcove.

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"Uh ... Yeah you're tall ..."

Doflamingo sneered in his answer. He slipped one hand over the size of the man with blue hair, hugging him against his own muscular body.

"And it bothers you?"

"I think not."

Doflamingo smiles listening to his answer. He slid his hand along the back of the man, delicately descending to the curves of his buttocks.

"Good boy."

"Wait what are your names."

Doflamingo ricana, his hoarse laughter resonating in the narrow space of the alcove. "Oh, I'm doflamingo and here is my husband, crocodile." He cast a quick look towards Crocodile, a smile on his lips.

Crocodile smiles when he heard the presentations, his gaze fixed on the man with blue hair.

"And you darlingDo you have a name to give us? "

"Buggy"

Doflamingo Ricana, surprised by his name. "Buggy is an interesting name." He approached man even more, surrounding him with an arm around his waist.

Crocodile got closer behind him, pressing his chest against his back. "Well, Buggy, we're going to have a lot of fun tonight."

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Doflamingo smiles against Buggy's lips, sliding his tongue between them to deepen the kiss. He felt the presence of crocodile behind him, the lips of her husband laying kisses on her neck.
Crocodile smiles against the Doflamingo neck. He slipped his hand around his belly, fingers gently teasing his skin. Doflamingo deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring Buggy's mouth without any management. Buggy groans under the kiss. His hands agreed the shoulders of Doflamingo, looking for an anchor while the sensations swept over him. He felt the presence of crocodile behind him, his tongue traveling through his throat. A shiver crossed his back, and he detached himself from Doflamingo for a moment to breathe.

Doflamingo smiles when they saw Buggy submit to their will. He put a kiss on his collarbone, letting his mouth descend along his chest. His fingers played around his entrance, pressing but not yet penetrating.

"You are so docile ... I think we made a good choice."

Crocodile passed his tongue over his ear, placing kisses along his jaw.

"Very docile indeed. We wonder how long it will last."

Buggy groans, the feeling of their mouths on his skin was intense. He arched under them, wanting to feel the fingers of Doflamingo in him. His hands agreed the arms of Doflamingo, and he felt herself shiver in the gross voice of crocodile against his ear. Doflamingo smiles against his chest, still placing kisses along his skin. His fingers still sank into his entrance, exploring each centimeter of his intimacy. He looked up to look at Buggy, observing his reaction to each movement of his fingers. Crocodile got closer even more, gently biting his ear.

"Do you like it my darling? You seem to like it ..."

"Yes"

Doflamingo Ricana, satisfied by his answer. He accelerated the movements of his fingers, pushing them even deeper into him, in search of his prostate. Crocodile placed a kiss on his jaw, before whispering with his ear.

"You are so docile ... We're going to take care of you all night."

Doflamingo smiles when he saw Buggy yield under his fingers, arranging to give him even more access. He accelerated the pace even more, pressing his prostate insistently. Crocodile placed a kiss on his jaw, giving it a soft suction.

"That's it, my darling, let yourself go, you have to be docile for customers."

Doflamingo removed his fingers.
Crocodile placed a passionate kiss on Doflamingo before leaning towards Buggy. Buggy looks at Crocodile approaching him. He felt his hand go down on his chest. Doflamingo slid his hand along Buggy's arm, his thumb caressing his silky skin. He brought his face closer to that of Buggy, depositing kisses on his jaw. Crocodile got their way into him, slowly and methodically. Buggy groans, the sensations were intense. He felt already filled by Crocodile. Doflamingo placed a kiss on his jaw, then slid his mouth on his throat, laying marks on his skin. Buggy looked at him. Before closing your eyes by feeling the doflamingo cock in his mouth. He found himself surprised by the gesture but he set out to sucked. Doflamingo left a hoarse laugh escape from his lips. He maintained Buggy's head, imposing a slow but deep rhythm for him. Crocodile moaned behind him, pressing more against him. Doflamingo arched in him. Buggy was completely suffocated, being stuck between the two men. Doflamingo accelerated the rhythm, sliding deep into his throat.

Doflamingo groaned, his fingers hangs on Buggy's hair, attracting him even more against him. His hips moved in a regular rhythm, coming from his mouth. Crocodile accelerated his back and forth in him, the sensations intoxicating him more and more. Soon none of them was able to retain their groan, the sensations too intensely to contain them. The head of Buggy turned him, their back and fiens carrying him on a cloud, completely disconnected. Doflamingo felt the tension in his lower abdomen, he knew that the orgasm would soon prevail and released his embrace around Buggy's head. He withdrew from his mouth, leaving saliva threads covered his chin. Crocodile behind him accelerated his back and forth more, the sounds of their skin which cladged resonate in the alcove. Doflamingo slid his hand towards the Buggy lower abdomen, slowly starting from the masturbate. Buggy let go of a groan by feeling his hand to move against him. He arched against him, wanting to feel every centimeter of their skin. Despite himself he began to move against him, looking for additional contact. He was no longer able to think, overwhelmed by the sensations and sounds of the three men. Buggy's groans made them crazy. Doflamingo accelerated the rhythm in his mouth, the boy's hands on him, now and deepening him. Crocodile behind him strongly pushed him, their groans filled the alcove, unable to contain a single moment.

Doflamingo and Crocodile ended up enjoying in turn, completely lost in pleasure. The groans resounded in the alcove, filling the space with their cries.Buggy's muscles relaxed when he felt the weight of one of the two men on him, certainly crocodile since Doflamingo was still on him, his face against him, breathing strongly long flashes. After the two men withdrew from him, Buggy had the weak limbs, the lower abdomen gave up, the red cheeks, his eyes full of tears, he was in a state of total exhaustion. They all finished three to catch their breath. Doflamingo withdrew from his mouth, placing a last kiss on his cheek. Crocodile caressed his back, placing a few kisses on his skin. The two men exchanged an accomplice look, knowing that they had all taken pleasure and were entirely satisfied with this evening. Buggy was lying together, completely exhausted, the trembling members, completely satisfied too.

Doflamingo placed another kiss on his cheek, then turned to Crocodile.

"We always have a good choice"
Crocodile sneered, also depositing a kiss on his shoulder, his hand always placed on Buggy's back.

"Indeed."

Buggy sighed gently, his arms trembling, completely exhausted.

"And now? I must surely leave, right?"

Doflamingo placed a demonic smile, caressing his skin slightly.

"Oh, but no my darling. You are our best trophy of the day, it would be a shame to let yourself go so early ..."

Crocodile placed a grin .. "There is still so much pleasure in having together. "

"So I could still stay a little bit."

Doflamingo placed a satisfied smile, depositing a kiss on his jaw at the same time.

"Of course, my darlingYou are too precious for us to let you go so easily. ". Crocodile placed a smirk.

"We still have a lot of plans for you."

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Crocodile had many lovers, and Shamrock was of course one of them. How could anyone not fall in love with a man so intimidating and dangerous? No one could resist such a monster. His bronzed skin, the scar cutting across his face without taking away any of his beauty, his body built of muscle and tender flesh… His body hot as sand, drawing the attention of anyone once trapped in his powerful arms, trembling under that large hand adorned with jeweled rings. As deadly as his touch was tender, capable of draining all the water from a body. But Shamrock adored him, desired him always.

Crocodile was an inexhaustible source the redhead needed so badly. He could not resist him. He had been completely captivated by this magnificent man. Nights with Crocodile were thrilling, a true playground in which Shamrock loved to lose himself.

That day, Shamrock stood before the newspaper, his face covered in tears, frustrated and irritated to see Shanks and Mihawk on the front page when it was his birthday. He felt as if the whole world was ignoring him, which infuriated him deeply.

“Pathetic… Those two don’t deserve to be in the paper. I should be the one on the front page, not them.”

He still fumed about having to share his birthday with Shanks, and worse yet, with such a detestable pirate as Mihawk. His celebration seemed ruined, his special day stolen.

A large hand suddenly materialized against his neck. It was hot, covered in diamond-studded rings. A scent of cigar smoke and expensive cologne lingered in the air. The only pirate Shamrock truly respected and loved had come for him. Not to Shanks, not to Mihawk at the Cross Guild. No, Crocodile was here, for him, for his birthday. That detail, so small in appearance, overwhelmed Shamrock. Crocodile had not forgotten him. He had understood who the most important person was on this day. His presence intoxicated him, and the fact that he had chosen to come meant everything.

“You came.” A smile lit up his face, wiping away all frustration.

“I’ve never disappointed any of my lovers. And besides, it’s only natural to wish a happy birthday to the one I love.”
Crocodile removed his hand from his neck, took back his cigar, and crushed it onto the newspaper, burning a hole through Shanks’s face.

“I gave Mihawk a gift. But he is still in my company. I thought you deserved more of my presence for your birthday than he did.”

Shamrock’s heart leapt at those words. Watching Crocodile crush Shanks’s face on paper drew a satisfied smile from him.

“Oh? And what did you give Mihawk?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Breakfast with me. A new dagger and a gold necklace. Buggy spent the rest of the day with him; I even gave them a masseuse.”

Shamrock burst out laughing softly.

“A masseuse, huh? You really are generous.” His smile turned mischievous. “And what have you prepared for me, then? I hope it’s a gift worthy of me.”

Crocodile did not smile, but his gaze darkened as he slid his hand under the redhead’s shirt. His fingers found his nipples, pinching them lightly. Shamrock shivered under that burning touch. He was certain his birthday was about to become unforgettable.

“How are you going to do that?” Shamrock whispered, head falling back.

“It’s your birthday. You choose.”

Shamrock took a moment to think. Then he leaned closer, his lips brushing Crocodile’s ear with each word.

“What I want…” His voice dropped, enchanting. “…is you. All I want is you.”

Crocodile let out a low, rough laugh. He grabbed him and pushed him against the table, Shamrock’s face pressed to the burned newspaper. He brushed aside the red locks and dragged his tongue along his neck, leaving a trail of kisses, bites, and dark hickeys.

The rest of the night was just like Crocodile himself: brutal, burning, and unforgettable. Shamrock moaned, cried, came undone beneath his imposing body, a puppet offered to the merciless pleasure of his lover. And when it was over, Crocodile left not only his mark inside him, but also a gift: a shamrock-shaped plug, and a ruby-studded necklace.

“Here is my birthday gift to you. I hope you’ll like it.”

Shamrock blushed, still trembling, and breathed out between moans:
“I-it’s a very beautiful gift.”

“You can only take it off after I leave,” Crocodile said as he stroked his hair. Then he handed him the necklace. “I can sense there are people around. I’ll have to go. Call me later if you want.”

Shamrock nodded, his eyes shining with excitement and gratitude.

“Alright… take care of yourself.”

“Happy birthday, Shamrock.”

“Thank you, Crocodile…” he sighed, still leaning against the table, his eyes fixed on his lover. “I can’t wait for you to come back.”

A predatory smile answered his plea.

“So do I.”

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The two young men were in front of a grave, Crocodile was next to Mihawk who mumbled in the words by looking at the tombstones. After a few minutes of crocodile observation tapa on the shoulder of the youngest.

"Okay, are you explaining to me?"

"I apologize in advance for the future roommate that this tombstone would have. Filling with its cold and rotten flesh a new corpse in this open coffin bathed by the rays of the moon." Answer Mihawk in a cold and stoic way.

Crocodile gets closer to Mihawk, frowning.
"Mihawk, who is this person?"

.The oldest fixed the tombstone, wondering who could be there, surely a member of the family of the youngest who had unfortunately been swept away by the mower.

"I don't know it yet. The grave is emptyI always wanted to make love in a coffin, the atmosphere of a cemetery lulled by the full moon is romantic. Can't find Crocodile? "

Crocodile looks up at the sky while sighing. "If I were a Gothic like you, maybeI do not see how to make love in a tomb is romantic. "

"I find it cute. It's so intense, death itself can see us give each other to each other." Mihawk was almost in ecstasy, blushing. "I never dared to tell someone before you, I would like you to be the first to fuck me here."

Crocodile sighs and looks around. It was necessary to say that it was dark and that the surroundings were deserted. The oldest crosses their arms and looks at Mihawk.

"Are you serious ...?"

"I'm already hard." Whispers Mihawk.

Crocodile sets up on the crotch of Mihawk, the black fabric being already stretched and humid. Crocodile sighs again, the desires of the youngest began to rub off on him.

"If we get caught, it will be your fault."

"Maybe we are taken for corpses."

Crocodile spreads his eyes, imagining that a teenager group would come to the tomb and find two corpses ... doing it.

"Don't say that ..."

Mihawk quickly got rid of his jacket. Finding himself shirtless, never taking the trouble to put a shirt, keeping his cross around his neck. He quickly found himself naked, lay down in the empty coffin, his hands crossed on the bottom of his belly, looking at crocodile getting rid of his own clothes. He cannot believe that he will do this in a cemetery. Satan must wait for them in hell, but Crocodile is almost sure that Mihawk would be delighted to be at the foot of Satan, warm in the bowels of hell. Crocodile was also naked, his body shivered, feeling the cold wind of the night against his tanned skin. His eyes land on Mihawk who was well elongated naked in the tomb with a peaceful face. Crocodile still does not come back to have so easily gave in to Mihawk and its morbid inclinations. But he couldn't say that Mihawk was so pale, it looks like a vampire in his natural state, if he didn't know, he would think it dead.

Crocodile joined Mihawk, looking at his golden eyes opening suddenly. But what's wrong with his boyfriend? Crocodile could worry about the day Mihawk returns in the form of a demon after playing too hard with Satan. For the moment, he made a place to join him. Mihawk was already completely hard, the dick blushed, dripping with pre-sperm. The darkness sighed in satisfaction by getting comfortable, leaving enough room for Crocodile.The biggest kissed his boyfriend, not cared for with black lipstick that Mihawk liked to carry herself against her own lips. His big hand passing over the pale chest of the youngest playing his fingers with his nipples, making him sigh. Mihawk groaning in the kiss, passing his hands against the crocodile neck, bringing his body closer to his. Crocodile was always hot against her cold body. His chest lifting under the touch of the oldest against his nipples which hardly harden. Mihawk opened the lips, deepening the kiss, sliding his tongue with it with that pierced with crocodile. One of his hands slippery in the back of the crocodile, his fingers painted in black sinking into his caramel color flesh.

Crocodile slid his hand against Mihawk's cock, masturbating, knowing that the youngest did not last long under his touch. Does this place have such an effect on him? Crocodile cannot understand it, but if Mihawk wants to find himself in a Dark Romance, why not. The thumb of crocodile caressed the mihawk glans which fruity of pre-ejaculatory lique, its hand lazing the length of the youngest, the hips of Mihawk stammered forward. Crocodile gave experienced wrist shots until Mihawk enjoyed in his hand.

Mihawk let out a higher groan than the others in his release, his face and his ears of a deep red. He tried to forget that he was in a cemetery, but the place sent him good sensations in all his body. Mihawk began to smile, the sweat making locks of her black hair stuck against her forehead.
Crocodile moving, kissing Mihawk's body. Discarding her legs, using the sperm of Mihawk as a lubricant, caressing his anus from his index finger before entering it. Then a second finger, quickly fingered Mihawk who squirmed in the coffin, his still sensitive cock woke up quickly under the crocodile movements in him. The crocodile fingers was so thick and long in him, his rings shone under the rays of the moon. Mihawk looked at her boyfriend with her golden eyes dilated, finding Crocodile pretty in this dismal setting. He had always had a weakness for beautiful dark things, after all.

Mihawk appreciated the given stimulation. He tried not to moan too hard, not wanting to shorten their little night getaway. He felt so well, Crocodile did him so much as always.
Crocodile fingered him for a long time, stretching his ass as much as possible, three fingers in him, his anus was on fire but in the way Mihawk loved him reminding him of a familiar feeling of sweetness and welcome pain. The oldest deeply plunges his fingers by teasing him, beating on Mihawk's prostate. The moans of the youngest seemed to resonate in the empty tomb, Mihawk biting his blood lip so as not to shout. The crocodile phalanges penetrate deeply into him, his nails scraping his prostate. Mihawk could feel the cook of the coffin against his burning body, his chin covering himself with sweat and saliva. His hips were constantly rushing, pushing against her boyfriend's fingers.

The darkness was impatient, pleasantically crocodile begging for more. Mihawk groaned by feeling the oldest removing her fingers, letting her hole blush in the cold air of the night. Crocodile slid his hand against his own penis, covering him with saliva to humidify as much as possible. He looked at Mihawk in the eyes, placing himself in better way in the coffin to put himself properly below Mihawk to catch it by size.

"We risk typing in the bottom of the coffin."

Mihawk shudders, finding the sexy idea because of course he would. He began to blush stronger. He let crocodile gradually enter into him. His widening walls to acquire his boyfriend without flinching. Crocodile was far from being small and Mihawk loves free pain with a touch of pleasure. He would leave the kiss to the blood if he wanted, given the lack of equipment, it might happen which overlaps Mihawk. Crocodile growls by entering Mihawk, stopped surprised that everything fits so easily. His hands agreed the hips of Mihawk, the sweat covering their skins, the full moon being their only other source of light apart from the stars.
Crocodile could not help thinking that their embraces should look like something quite sinister, the spectacle of their body intermingles like this in such a dead place.

Crocodile began to give frenzied shots, not trying to be nice to Mihawk. Because obviously Gothic would like to have the ass destroyed, decorated with blues and purplish tasks. The kidneys were wild, brutal, without any break, Mihawk letting himself go, his body following the rhythm of the crocodile thrusts. His fingers sinking into the older back, his legs wrapped around his larger body, clinging to him. Under each wild assault of crocodile hips, the coffin stirred under their combined weights. Mihawk could hear the cracks of the wood of the coffin, the shocks seemed to resonate in his skull. His nails violently scratched the crocodile back, marking her skin tanned with thin red lines. His groans were changing in small cries, and Mihawk would have almost been embarrassed by these noises if the pain was not as delicious. The noises were almost obscene in the silence of the night.Mihawk could not already, the sensations of pain and pleasure were far too strong for him, his hips were numb by being in the same position and the walls of his ass had tightened around crocodile, his head was completely empty of all thought, thepushing in the same state.The oldest always seemed too good to him.

Crocodile slows down his movements while Mihawk enjoys, his chest lifting quickly, the red rising to him.

"Wait a bit, I'm not finished yet."

Mihawk swelled, letting his head fall to the side, trying to catch his breath, his gaze no longer hung crocodile, his eyes being a little vitreous. The youngest let his head fall back, a sigh of contentment escaping him when Crocodile enjoys him. The night had passed without them realizing it and the sky was starting to lighten. Crocodile attracted Mihawk against him, putting his hand behind the neck of the youngest, gently caressing his hair.

"We should really come back now."

Mihawk nodded silently, the sky began to rosir around the cemetery. They straightened up, crocodile stretching to remove the aches that began to be felt behind his back. Mihawk picked up their clothes which were in a bazaar close to the coffin. Crocodile quickly put his clothes, Mihawk almost did the same. They left the cemetery together, it was day enough to see them. If people would have seen them, they would surely have seemed like two young people who would have risen early for hunting. They still had pebbles in the shoes, but did not seem to get too worried.

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Crocodile towered over Shanks with his massive frame, his shadow swallowing that of the redhead pinned to the bed. The barrel of his pistol scraped first across the damp skin of his chest, slowly sliding up along his throat until it grazed his cheek. Shanks inhaled sharply, the metallic stench of the weapon filling his nose before it pushed between his parted lips. The acrid taste of iron flooded his mouth at once—heavy, cold, bitter. His stomach clenched, his muscles trembled—a mix of fear and feral excitement.

He shuddered when, at the same time, Crocodile’s massive cock pressed against his swollen clit, rubbing over his slick lips. A strangled moan rose in his throat, but the barrel silenced it. Saliva began to drip from the corners of his mouth, trailing down his chin, clinging to his red beard. His eyes desperately sought those of the man holding him down, begging, already glazed over with desire.

A cruel smile split Crocodile’s face. He withdrew the weapon slowly, letting his bruised lips part on a gasp. His violet eyes scanned every twitch, every ragged breath of the younger man. With the tip of his hook, he brushed against his drenched sex, the icy steel contrasting with the sticky heat of his nectar. Shanks moaned louder, his hips chasing that fleeting touch, begging for more.

Crocodile leaned close to his ear, his gravelly voice biting into him like fangs.

“You like this, don’t you? You like being watched like a little whore on display?”

Then he pressed the gun against his cheek and ordered:

“Say it.”

Shanks’s lower lip trembled, his tear-bright eyes locked on his.

“Yes… I like it… I like that you control me…” he confessed, ashamed, his voice broken by ragged breaths.

Then Crocodile grabbed him roughly, spreading his thighs, and slammed into him in one brutal thrust. Shanks screamed, his bound wrists twisting against the coarse ropes that cut into his skin. His cunt stretched to take in the monstrous girth, his belly rising as if something were filling him to the core. Pain tore through him, but it melted instantly into a blazing wave of pleasure, leaving him breathless.

Each thrust reverberated through his entire body, his pelvis reduced to a burning knot. The musky scent of Crocodile, mixed with sweat and the gunpowder still clinging to the weapon, drowned his senses until he nearly fainted. The bed creaked, his chest slammed against the man’s with every brutal stroke. His mouth opened in hoarse cries, broken “more”s and “please”s torn apart by lack of air.

His eyes nearly rolled back. His throat bore Crocodile’s bite marks, sucked deep until the bruises bloomed violet. Saliva and tears mingled on his ruined face. His body arched, each deeper thrust driving him closer to madness.

“Thank you… thank you… thank you…” he babbled, the words spilling like a helpless prayer. His fingers clutched at the ropes, palms raw from the effort, as if he could anchor himself to reality.

Orgasm crashed into him like a storm. He jerked, convulsing beneath Crocodile’s weight. His thighs locked, his abs twisted, every muscle screaming with ecstasy. The spasms wracked him for what felt endless, each wave drowning him, draining him hollow.

Face drenched, cheeks burning, lips bitten bloody, Shanks was nothing but a gasping wreck. His chest heaved with difficulty, his body laid open like a broken doll.

Crocodile, panting but relentless, bent down and licked along his jaw. His predatory grin gleamed through the shadow.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep, little dog. I’m not done with you yet.”

A faint whimper escaped Shanks. His half-closed eyes held no resistance, no reason. Crocodile wanted him again— and he belonged only to him.

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Sanji knows how to fuck his face. He has to admit it. But any humiliation deserves reimbursement, it is inevitable. What Crocodile didn't expect was that the blond would come of his own accord to offer him a refund that he might like. him fucking Sanji in that prison cell was a great payback. He doesn't even know how the blond cook came to Impel Down but he wasn't going to complain.

He wasn't interested in what the guards were doing either. he had his eyes riveted on this pretty blonde who was fingering himself. Giving a nice show to crocodile. Obviously the blond found it more fun to leave him tied up and let him do all the work himself. spreading his pretty little buttocks with sufficient air when he saw the crocodile's desire to touch him.

He pushed the older man against one of the dirty walls of his cell. His skilled hands removed the older man's cock from his prison clothes; the blonde was still dressed in his shirt. the stocking had been completely removed. Sanji sat on his knees spreading his strong legs slightly. He lined up the crocodile cock against his hole then lowered himself onto his cock, moaning. Crocodile was fucking big, Sanji never had a cock this big in his ass before.

he went little by little until it was completely inside him. He was completely full at the moment sighing contentedly. For crocodile this tight little hole was really the best he's ever had.

Sanji started riding up and down on the crocodile's cock. he was happy to have powerful legs that could please a guy like crocodile. Sanji let go, placing his hands on the older man's shoulders. He moved his hips on his cock, pushing him deep, making him moan with each stroke he gave. bouncing on the member not caring that they both attract attentive ears from the other cells around.

Crocodile growled he was frustrated at not being able to grab Sanji's thin waist. But the spectacle was excellent for his eyes. his face slightly red, his cock following the thrusts each time he moved on him. He had even allowed the crocodile to mark the pale, smooth skin of his chest with hickeys. The two were complemented in the present moment not even noticing the alarm going off. Sanji moved frantically on the older man's cock his cock dripping with precum. Who just asked to come at some point. But he made it his mission to make crocodile cum before him. What he achieved after long minutes he felt stuffed with Noireau's sperm. he caught his breath enjoying his turn directing his cock so that he ejaculated on this horrible prison shirt.

Sanji finally noticing the alarm stood up, letting the sperm drip between his buttocks. He retrieved his boxers and pants putting them on followed by his dress shoes. he smiled at crocodile kissing him dirty before leaving.

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Ace was tired, but not just from the day that was ending. His mind was still swirling with conflicts, family tensions he couldn’t seem to ease. He had spent the evening wandering aimlessly, trying to escape his own thoughts, but the weight in his chest wouldn’t leave him.

Without thinking, he found himself in front of Crocodile’s door. The night was almost black, a cold wind blowing through the empty alleys. With a mix of hesitation and boldness, he gently pressed on the door.

Crocodile opened it, surprised to see Ace at such a late hour. No words, just a look. Without asking for permission, Ace stepped inside, shoulders slumped, eyes heavy.

Crocodile closed the door and, with a gesture almost paternal, motioned for Ace to sit beside him on the worn-out couch. He grabbed an old blanket and draped it over his shoulders.

“You look exhausted,” Crocodile murmured, his deep voice filled with a rare softness.

Ace looked away but didn’t protest. He settled in, feeling the warmth of the place and, above all, the heat emanating from Crocodile.

Without thinking too much, he let himself lean against him, his head resting on the broad, solid shoulder. He smelled the acrid, almost salty scent, mixed with that tobacco and spice aroma that was Crocodile’s trademark.

Silence fell, soothing and intimate.

Crocodile’s rough hands gently rested on Ace’s back, slowly stroking, as if to erase the tension and pain of his night.

Ace closed his eyes, breathing deeply, feeling his breath calm little by little. He didn’t need words or explanations.

Just this comforting presence.

“You know,” Crocodile murmured, voice a little cracked, “you can come here whenever you want. Even when the world feels heavy.”

Ace gave a faint smile, the first in a long time.

“Thank you… Croco.”

Crocodile pressed his lips together, but his eyes betrayed an emotion he wouldn’t name.

That night, in the heart of darkness, the two souls found a kind of peace in shared warmth, far from gazes, fights, and expectations.

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Night fell over Dressrosa, heavy and humid, suffocating the city under a moonless sky. In the shadow of a secluded room in the manor, Crocodile held in his hands an old worn medallion, the one Corazon had once given him. The silence was thick, broken only by the rough breathing of the man with piercing eyes.

Doflamingo, his husband for several years, rested in the adjoining room. Their marriage had never been made of love, but of a mutual need for appeasement — two tortured souls seeking an unstable balance. Doflamingo, cruel king and manipulator, knew Crocodile only sought to calm his inner demons. They resembled each other more than they would admit.

Crocodile opened the medallion, revealing a small piece of incense-soaked cloth and a delicately engraved symbol. He traced a circle in the air, murmuring ancient, ritualistic words, mixing sand and blood. The atmosphere charged with a cold, almost electric energy.

Then, in a flash of shifting shadow, Corazon appeared. His face was pale, marked by death and sacrifice, but his eyes shone with a tender, sad light. He stepped toward Crocodile, who felt his heart tighten despite himself.

“You called me, Croco.”

Corazon’s voice was a whisper, a distant echo.

“I can’t forget,” said Crocodile, his voice hoarse. “Not you. Not what you were… not what we lost.”

Corazon tilted his head, a faint, sad smile on his lips.

“The peace you seek is not in the past. But I understand. Is Doflamingo there?”

“Always.” Crocodile closed his eyes. “He is both a wall and a refuge. We are bound by pain, by fear.”

Corazon placed a ghostly hand on Crocodile’s shoulder.

“Take care of him, Croco. Because despite everything, he loves you in his own way.”

Silence settled, heavy with unspoken words and buried memories.

Farther away, in the next room, Doflamingo opened his eyes. He knew. He knew the ritual, the secret invocation. He knew Crocodile was still trying to conjure his ghosts, just like him.

And in that deep night, three souls intertwined continued to dance on the fragile line between hatred, love, and redemption.

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The room was drowned in dim light, thick with smoke and desire. Smoker panted, muscles straining like coiled cables under the tight leather straps that kept him bound against the back of the armchair. His wrists were trapped in heavy cuffs Crocodile had buckled himself, his legs forced apart by the firm press of a knee against the floor.

Grains of sand drifted lazily through the air, a constant reminder from the former Warlord that escape wasn’t an option.

“You should really learn to control that damn temper of yours, Smoker,” Crocodile murmured, crushing his cigar into the ashtray beside them. “Though… I think I like you better when you bite your tongue in frustration.”

Smoker growled, jaw clenched tight, sweat already sliding down his temples. His broad chest rose and fell in uneven bursts, breath coming short. His cock, hard, throbbing, and painfully exposed, was the sole focus of Crocodile’s cruel attention. The pirate’s gloved hand rested against his groin, pressing just enough, brushing lightly—but never enough to ease the burning need that consumed him.

“Untie me and I’ll wipe that smug smile off your face,” Smoker spat, though his voice was hoarse, heavy with a desire he couldn’t disguise.

Crocodile chuckled low, a sound that rumbled off the walls.
“Still so arrogant… but look at yourself.” His hand drifted along the length of Smoker’s cock, the leather brushing hot, sensitive skin. Smoker arched off the chair, a frustrated groan ripping free of his throat. “You’re already trembling.”

With a flick of his wrist, Crocodile encircled Smoker’s cock between thumb and forefinger, squeezing just enough to draw a violent spasm. He began to stroke him, slow, deliberate, merciless.

Smoker’s head fell back, teeth sinking into his lip.
“Hhhhnn… bastard…”

“Do you really think you’re in any position to give orders?” Crocodile leaned closer, his warm breath curling against Smoker’s ear. “In here, I decide when you come.”

The pace built, leather gliding over flushed, straining skin with maddening precision. Smoker couldn’t hold back the guttural noises escaping him, pride shattering under the pressure. His hips thrust forward, chasing friction. And just when the coil inside him wound too tight, just when his body seized on the brink—Crocodile ripped his hand away.

Smoker let out a strangled cry. His hips bucked desperately into the air, but there was nothing there.

“Son of a bitch!”

Crocodile’s laughter was deep, resonant, dripping with malice.
“That’s the tone I was waiting for.” He straightened, picked up another cigar, and clenched it between his lips. “And we’re just getting started.”

He gave Smoker a few moments—just long enough for his breath to steady—before laying his hand back down, changing his grip this time. The open palm, slow circles against the swollen head slick with pre-cum. Smoker jerked violently, the leather restraints creaking under his raw strength.

“You could come from this alone, couldn’t you?” Crocodile whispered. “Look at you… soaked, begging without saying it.”

“Fuck… you…”

A sharp smack landed on his thigh, making him flinch. Pain mingled with the unbearable heat crawling up his spine.

“I told you. I’m in control.”

Once more, Crocodile resumed that tormenting rhythm, slow strokes, deliberate pauses. He edged Smoker to climax a second time, only to yank him back from the precipice at the last second. This time Smoker screamed, voice cracked with frustration, eyes watering with rage.

“You fucking bastard! You’re playing with me!”

“Exactly,” Crocodile answered coldly. He crouched in front of him now, still towering with his bulk. Then, without warning, he wrapped his mouth around the tip of Smoker’s cock.

The Marine howled as though lightning had struck him, back arching, fingers clawing at the leather. The wet heat of Crocodile’s mouth, the skilled swirl of his tongue, the perfect suction—Smoker was hurtling toward release in seconds.

He was ready to break, ready to explode—when Crocodile pulled back, saliva and pre-cum glistening obscenely between them.

“No… no, fuck…!” Smoker panted, body trembling head to toe.

“Not yet,” Crocodile murmured, wiping his mouth with the back of his glove. “Not until I’m satisfied.”

And so it went, three, four, five times. Each time Smoker thought it was over, thought the torture would finally end in a brutal climax. Each time, Crocodile’s hand, his mouth, or a merciless pinch at the base of his cock denied him the release he craved.

Smoker was unraveling. His body was drenched in sweat, thighs trembling, cock pulsing painfully. His voice was shredded into broken moans, his curses collapsing into sobs of raw frustration.

“Crocodile… I’m gonna die…” he whimpered, almost pleading.

Those words pulled a slow, wicked smile from the pirate. At last, Crocodile unbuckled his belt, freeing himself. Thick, hard, already twitching with excitement after savoring the Marine’s torment.

“You won’t die,” he promised, voice like a sentence passed. “But you won’t come until I allow it.”

He shoved Smoker’s legs apart with brutal force, settling between them. And without warning, he drove in with one hard thrust, ripping a guttural cry from the Marine. The burn of intrusion, the unbearable pleasure of being filled, collided in a shockwave that made Smoker shudder.

Crocodile began to fuck him in steady, powerful strokes, each thrust hammering the air from his lungs. Their bodies smacked together in wet, heavy rhythm, the room filled with ragged groans and snarls.

Smoker, jolted with every thrust, felt climax rise again, stronger, violent. His muscles tightened, his stomach clenched, he was right there—

“No.”

Cruelly, Crocodile pinched the base of his cock again, halting the wave. Smoker roared, head thrown back, eyes bloodshot with strain.

“You belong to me,” Crocodile growled in his ear. “Your pleasure, your orgasm… it’s mine.”

Smoker had no strength left to fight. He gasped, pleading only with fevered eyes.

Finally, after endless minutes of relentless pounding, Crocodile relented. He released his grip, sped his rhythm, and crushed his mouth against Smoker’s in a bruising kiss.

“Now.”

Smoker’s body detonated. The orgasm, held back so many times, tore through him like lightning—violent, endless. His raw cry filled the room, hot cum splattering across his chest in thick streams as Crocodile buried deeper, spilling inside his trembling body.

They stayed pressed together, slick with sweat and breathless. Crocodile bit softly at Smoker’s neck before pulling out, thoroughly satisfied.

“See?” he whispered. “You only come when I say so.”

Smoker, utterly spent, could only groan in broken surrender, eyes wet, body still convulsing with aftershocks.

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In the opulent world of Grand Line, Crocodile was a figure of power and enigma. This crime lord, always dressed in impeccable suits, had a well-known reputation: he surrounded himself with beauty, refinement, and intellect. His “sugar babies” were carefully chosen, but none had ever lasted more than six months. They either grew tiresome or failed to meet his high standards. When he grew bored, he dismissed them with generous compensation, but this time, he was searching for something different. Someone who could not only keep up but challenge him.

Enter Trafalgar Law.

Law was unlike the others. A brilliant surgeon with a sharp gaze and a sly smirk, he exuded an air of control and mystery that intrigued Crocodile. Their first encounter took place in an upscale bar, where Law, nursing a glass of whiskey, seemed almost too comfortable in the sophisticated atmosphere. Crocodile, ever observant, noticed Law’s confident posture, his unflinching stare. There was an electric spark in the air as they exchanged their first words.

“You don’t seem like the type to follow orders blindly,” Crocodile murmured, his cigar trailing a wisp of smoke.

Law raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “And you don’t seem like the type to tolerate those who do.”

Thus began a subtle dance. Crocodile offered an arrangement: he would provide Law with everything he desired—luxury, opportunities, protection—in exchange for his company and intellect. Law, pragmatic yet curious, accepted, not out of need but because he saw Crocodile as a challenge. He wanted to see how far this relationship could go.

Months passed, and their dynamic deepened. Crocodile was captivated by Law’s sharp wit, his ability to anticipate desires while setting his own boundaries. Evenings in Crocodile’s penthouses, bathed in city lights, were filled with sharp banter and heavy, unspoken tension. Crocodile enjoyed teasing Law, testing his reactions with extravagant gifts or provocative remarks. Law always countered with a biting retort, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of amusement.

One night, in the intimacy of a luxurious suite, the air was thick with a new kind of tension. Crocodile, a glass of wine in hand, approached Law, who was leaning casually against a window overlooking the ocean. “You know,” he said in a low voice, “you’re the first to keep up with me this long.”

Law turned his head, his piercing gaze meeting Crocodile’s. “Maybe because I’m not here to please you, but to understand you.”

Crocodile’s smile was rare and dangerous. He placed a hand on Law’s shoulder, his touch firm yet measured. “And what do you think you’ve understood?”

Law didn’t back away. Instead, he stepped closer, closing the distance between them. “That you want more than a game. You want someone who pushes you to be… more you.”

That moment marked a shift. Their relationship, already complex, became an alchemy of power, respect, and undeniable attraction. Crocodile found in Law a partner who not only met his expectations but surpassed them. And for Law, Crocodile was a man whose strength and confidence were both a challenge and a fascination.

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In the lavish suite overlooking the ocean, the tension between Crocodile and Law reached its peak. The dim glow of candles cast dancing shadows on the walls, and the scent of red wine lingered in the air. Crocodile, ever the master of his domain, had rented this place for a night of escape, a sanctuary far from the intrigues of Grand Line. The room, adorned with mahogany furniture and silk curtains, seemed designed for shared secrets.

On a low table, a bottle of lubricant sat discreetly, a silent promise of what the night might hold.

Law, leaning against the window, watched Crocodile with his usual blend of defiance and curiosity. His fingers toyed idly with the rim of his glass, but his eyes never left Crocodile’s. There was a spark of provocation in his gaze, as if testing how far he could push this powerful man.

“You’re always playing with fire, Law,” Crocodile murmured, his husky voice laced with dangerous amusement. He stepped closer, his golden hook glinting in the light, and set his glass on the table.

“But tell me, are you ready to go further?” Law flashed a smirk, his confidence unshaken.

“You know me, Crocodile. I never back down from a challenge.” He straightened, closing the distance between them, his breath grazing Crocodile’s face.

“The question is: can you keep up?”

Crocodile’s deep chuckle echoed in the room. He reached out, his touch firm yet surprisingly gentle, and brushed Law’s jaw.

“You talk too much, kid.”

That was the cue. In a fluid motion, Law grabbed Crocodile’s wrist, briefly reversing their roles.

“And you always underestimate,” he replied, his voice low but vibrant with intensity. Their exchange, as always, was a dance of power, every gesture charged with palpable tension.

They moved toward the massive bed dominating the room, a sanctuary of black silk sheets and plush pillows. Crocodile, with his natural authority, guided Law, but the latter refused to be easily dominated. There was an equality in their dynamic, a mutual respect that made every moment more electrifying. Law, with a provocative smile, picked up the lubricant bottle from the table, twirling it between his fingers.

“You thought of everything, didn’t you?” he said, his tone teasing but tinged with newfound warmth.

Crocodile raised an eyebrow, his expression wavering between amusement and desire.

“I don’t leave anything to chance, Law.”

What followed was an intimate exploration, a blend of passion and control where every movement was deliberate yet charged with raw intensity. The lubricant, used carefully, facilitated a physical connection that mirrored their emotional bond: complex, bold, and deeply personal. Law, ever composed, occasionally let slip sighs that betrayed his surrender, while Crocodile, typically so stoic, revealed a more vulnerable side in the heat of the moment. The night, in this rented suite meant for their intimacy, became a celebration of their unique chemistry, where boundaries between power and pleasure blurred.

At dawn, as the first rays of light filtered through the curtains, they lay side by side, the silence between them heavy with newfound understanding. Law, his hair tousled, turned to Crocodile.

“You know, I didn’t expect you to be so… invested,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Crocodile puffed on his re-lit cigar, exhaling a plume of smoke.

“And I didn’t expect you to be so hard to forget,” he replied, his tone softer than usual.

Their arrangement, initially a game of power and seduction, had evolved into something deeper. In the weeks that followed, Crocodile continued to rent lavish venues for their rendezvous, from secluded villas to penthouses overlooking Grand Line’s port cities. Each meeting strengthened their bond, blending luxury, desire, and a camaraderie neither dared to name. Yet, in the intimacy of those moments, they found a rare balance, where ambition, passion, and respect intertwined to create an alliance as unexpected as it was unforgettable.

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