'Round Your Pinky [Dofamingo x Straw Hat Luffy] [Polished]

Betrayal

tiny bit of nsfw aaa
Its been a good week or so, no new news on the Strawhats whereabouts, or if they ever even left Fish-Man Island. If Doflamingo were to be honest with himself, he was stressed. He sifted through every word and report in the paper carefully, even the smallest picture or sentence could mean something.

He met cold hard defeat about 4 hours later.

~Happily for our antagonist, he would be seeing him about on the front page, three days later~

He was staring at the paper, but not at Strawhat. Although he was in the paper, something else was much more eye-catching.
"Trafalgar Law.." he mumbled furiously through his roughly gritted teeth. "Damn Heart Pirates.."
He had learned that not only had Trafalgar had joined forces with his Strawhat, but he had also taken his comrade and manufacturer as a hostage.

This would not be taken lightly.

A little bit more digging into the paper confirmed that Doflamingo and Law were going to be meeting at the East Cost of Dressrosa, as announced openly in the small world of paper media. Meeting discreetly, quietly, and most importantly;
Alone..
Wait-
Law and Strawhat were allies now, right? So they would be going together, right? Right?!

Doflamingo leaned over his desk, his sexual appetite growing by the second. I can't even begin to fathom what dirty, diluted things he could do with that young, delicious, warm boy in his reach..
It would be a feast for the ears, that's what-
*SLAM!*
His head shot up from the paper, standing up. He bared his power defensively, a staticky sensation crawling through his fingertips from getting up so suddenly. A shout was heard, loud and clear, it sounded like a woman crying. He jogged to the door and opened it swiftly to reveal Dellinger on a small end table, missing both his heels. One in his hand, and the other laying on the ground next to a cockroach.

Am I even getting paid to take care of you?-

He kicked the heel aside and stepped on the insect, a loud thump echoed the large hallway. Dellinger laughed joyfully, putting his heels back on and clapping his hands in a shared victory. He ran down the hall, his heels clicking against the flat, marble floor made his fingers tingle. Not a word was said, and frankly, none were needed.
Good lord were getting off track.
Doflamingo shut his office door, locking it this time to ensure no more disruptions. He needed to prepare for next week,
All.
Night.
Long..
The low, taunting laugh directed towards the newspaper in front of him was not one of malice, hatred or worry, - no no no - it was of the most torturously intimate thought you could ever think. His laugh was of lust, greed, and the mindset of an old dog stalking a sunflower in a lilac patch.
Strawhat would be his by sunset, and damn Law didn't have a single word in the matter.

.499 words.
shorter chapter for ma brother writers block ✌️