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Crocodile Hunter part 3

Chapter Three: A Quick Soak, An Awakened Predator

As they walked hand-in-hand, Crocodile was looking everywhere but the man he had been leading to his home. Though he hated to admit it to himself, he was genuinely pleased with his current situation. There was only one thing that began to bother him.

Where was this going?

Truthfully, Crocodile had long ago resigned himself to being in a relationship with the idiot, but the question had always plagued him. What did Doflamingo want out of it? If it were just for the sex, which neither would deny was amazing, the older Shichibukai would skewer him.

Being a very serious person, he would not take it lightly if the younger man had just been toying with him.

The taller man scanned the area wondering which building he would be staying in. Still preoccupied with his thoughts, Crocodile bemusedly guided his lover toward a rather swank looking building at the edge of the residential district. Letting his hand fall, he paused momentarily in front of the entrance; half because he needed to wait for the doorman, and half because he was inwardly laughing at the look on Doflamingo's face. The younger man must have been taken aback by the building as he was now openly gawking at it.

Doflamingo had seen his fair share of ritzy locales, but this took the freakin' cake.

It was just so Crocodile.

From what he could see of the lobby through the expansive tinted glass that made up the outside of the building, the lower floor had obviously been decorated by people that knew how lavish the Warlord liked it.

Gold accents adorned all of the plush furniture, surely upholstered with the finest fabrics; lush rugs that you could only find in the desert country lay out over the glistening stone, their deep colors contrasting beautifully with the sandy gold of the floor. In one corner, a magnificent fountain that featured several marble bananawani; in the other, a large elevator with doors made out of what seemed to be the same gold as its owner's hook.

It all seemed to sparkle at the master's homecoming.

A squat man in his sixties almost materialized out of thin air as he rushed out the doors to usher them inside, begging Crocodile for forgiveness.

"I assure you, Sir; I had no intention on being tardy! We were not expecting you to return this evening, with your work..."

He hesitated as he took notice of the taller, outrageously dressed man to his master's side. The poor doorman blanched when he realized the second man's identity, his small eyes bulging as he observed the homicidal smirk that always lingered on the feathered man's face.

Crocodile waved off the apology with his hooked hand, causing the small man to flinch.

"No matter, Bicksley, I've finished for tonight. I merely wish to retire to my suite. Please advise the kitchen that my guest and I would like a light supper to be delivered, but remind them to knock." His expression darkened slightly as he gazed warningly at the now cowering man, "There are many... sensitive subjects my colleague and I wish to discuss."

Eager to leave the presence of the two intimidating men, Bicksley bowed quickly and ran off again before disappearing down a passage next to the entryway that Doflamingo hadn't noticed.

Leading the way, Crocodile opened the elevator and beckoned his guest to follow.

The closed chamber was spacious; something the larger man was not used to as his stature usually caused him discomfort in these situations. With Crocodile being nearly as tall as he was, he supposed that he shouldn't be surprised.