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Crocodile Hunter part 2

Chapter Two: A Fogged Window, A House Guest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The older Shichibukai seemed to be cold.

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

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

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

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

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

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