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Crocodile knew a good thing when it was presented to him.
Alabasta’s hidden resources, Baroque Works, a partnership with the world’s strongest swordsman- he wasn’t one to waste opportunities. Crocodile had stumbled, losing Alabasta had been a hard hit. Especially when he lost it to a pest like that damned Straw-Hat but the sting didn’t last. Losing was a small matter in the face of the bigger picture. The Cross Guild would make up for the emptiness Alabasta had carved out in Crocodile’s plans. Especially now that he had Mihawk at his side. So yeah, Crocodile could spot a good thing from a sea away.
And Buggy, bruised and begging, was a good thing. A great thing, even. Crocodile stared down at the shaking clown, his lithe form was draped in a heavy red cloak and his hair fell in loose waves, framing his face and making him look smaller. He was on his knees in front of Crocodile, head bent low. The cloak did little to hide Buggy’s trembling. Fear was a good look on the Yonko. There were flashes of anger too, a quick glare here, a tightening fist there as the clown battled against his own killing instinct. Crocodile loved seeing each time fear won over fight- each glare turning into watery tears as the larger man’s boot lightly tipped the clown’s chin up.
This was Cross Guild’s perceived leader?
A familiar spike of irritation rose at the thought but it was quickly quelled by Buggy’s soft whimper as the sharp end of the hook came a little too close to his nose. When he’d first heard of the news, Crocodile had been ready to lop the clown’s head right off- devil fruit powers be damned- but Mihawk had been quick to leap in. Too quick.
The swordsman had said something about the world’s gaze being fixed on Buggy now, allowing Crocodile to do as he pleased with little disturbance. However, the Sand fruit user knew that there had to be a deeper motive. Mihawk wasn’t one to operate on such flimsy reasons. Summoning a heavy sand block, he tossed Buggy’s head carelessly into it, ensuring the clown couldn’t hear them. Further pestering had given Crocodile the answer he was searching for.
Shanks.
Mihawk had heard stories aplenty from the red-haired pirate. Crocodile had known the clown had a history with the other but he’d assumed that the clown had merely been a thorn in the greater pirate’s side- an annoying pest that Shanks had been quick to abandon when given the chance. Mihawk’s lips pulled into a frown when Crocodile had voiced these thoughts. His gaze flicked away and into his cup as he quietly spoke about how Shanks wasn’t the one who left. About how he was the one who had been left behind and how, to this day, the red-haired pirate still held the clown in high esteem.
Disdain (or was it envy?) had curdled Mihawk’s tone as he spoke about how Shanks still desired the clown. How the Yonko always kept an eye out for the blue haired menace, quietly watching from afar.
“It doesn’t matter how many years pass. It doesn’t matter if you’re leagues better than him. Akagami only has eyes for the clown.”
Crocodile had paused at that, considering.
Mihawk drank deeply from his cup before saying that he wanted to study the clown for his own reasons and leaving to refill his wine. When Crocodile turned to glance at Buggy, still stuck in heavy sand and unaware of what the pair had been discussing, it was with a fresh pair of eyes. He summoned all the sand back and watched idly as the Yonko put himself together. Limbs sailed through the air at alarming speeds and formed a complete, shaking figure draped in nothing but a heavy, red cloak.
How pretty.
He’d noted the other’s attractiveness back at Impel Down. The makeup and nose did little in hiding the almost meticulous blue tresses and the slim, well built body. If it hadn’t been for the clown’s brash personality- Crocodile’s initial spark of interest might have blazed higher.
Now, though, paired with the small whimpers and tears slipping down red cheeks with ruined makeup- Buggy made quite the attractive picture. Heat slowly encased Crocodile’s chest at the sight and he wanted to ruin it further. Shanks would never get to see Buggy like this. A strong wave of arousal rolled through him at the thought.
Crocodile hummed again, lifting his foot higher, dragging Buggy’s chin further up with it.
“What do I do with you?”
His hook caressed the other’s trembling cheek and Crocodile revelled at the heated glare that he earned when the hook caught lightly in blue hair. The glare was quickly quashed, replaced by high keen as Crocodile tugged at the caught lock of hair and hadn’t that been a pretty sight?
Shanks was missing out.
Crocodile was grateful that he hadn’t given into his rage and killed the clown- this was far sweeter. He leaned further in, blowing smoke directly into Buggy’s face as he levelled him with an even gaze. “I said, what do I do with you?”, his hook slipped through blue strands and a thin thread of sand circled Buggy’s throat, a makeshift collar. “Slavery would suit you, don’t you think?” He kept his tone light, conversational. Buggy’s breath hitched and Crocodile noted the flush that crept down the other’s neck… oh?
Interesting.
“You’d sell for a pretty price too. I know plenty of buyers who’d drool at the sight of your hair. I could sell you in pieces, helpful Devil Fruit, you’ve got there. If you get down on your knees and beg them to- maybe they’ll be kind. I wouldn’t count on it, though. You’ll find the crowd that I roll with happen to be a bit more… unsavoury than your happy lot here.”
It was an empty threat- Crocodile had no intentions of selling this hidden gem. He wasn’t lying about the buyers, though. He knew plenty of people who would pay for the sight in front of him.
Too bad, Crocodile wasn’t one to let go of things that were his that easily.
“No! No, no, no! Please, I will do anything! I’ll lick your boots clean! Anything, you name it and I’ll do it- pleasedon’thurtme-”, the mad babble that fell from Buggy’s mouth was amusing and Crocodile huffed a laugh, leaning back into his seat, satisfied. Boot licking, was it? Perfect. This was a gift that kept giving.
Schooling his face into a calm mask of anger, Crocodile planted a firm foot on Buggy’s chest- pushing him down with mild force. The clown went down easily, a question written across his features. He didn’t know what he had promised away.
“Anything, huh?”
“Wha-”
“Lick.”, the order was curt. He presented his leather shoe to the clown. Buggy’s face flashed with a different array of emotions and Crocodile exhaled an impatient breath, “They’re cleaner than you deserve but it will do. Lick it, clown, or are you breaking another promise?”
Turning red, Buggy immediately opened his mouth to protest, “I didn’t mean th-”
“I suppose slavery it is.”, Crocodile sighed with an air of finality. He looked away, feigning disappointment and went through his mental checklist of possible buyers. Perhaps Shanks would buy the clown…
A small hand wrapped around his ankle dragged Crocodile’s attention back. Buggy’s face was alight with a blush and his hand hardly fit Crocodile’s ankle- another wave of arousal rolled through the man at the sight. The clown swallowed once before leaning forward and licking a fat stripe along the side of Crocodile’s leather shoe.
Shit.
He couldn’t sell this.
Buggy dragged the foot closer, hand sliding up Crocodile’s calf as he closed his eyes and serviced the shoe as if he’d never tasted anything better. Broad licks that tickled at Crocodile’s exposed ankle were laved onto the brown shoe and Crocodile gripped the armrest in a white knuckled grip. Perfection had a form and it was Buggy on his knees. He drank in the sight of Buggy’s pink tongue dragging across the metal buckles on the sides of his shoe, catching slightly at the roughness but moving on regardless.
Just before he could push his tongue to the underside of Crocodile’s shoe, the larger man pulled his foot back. Buggy toppled forward at the sudden movement and Crocodile caught him with his flesh hand. He dragged the clown forward by the scruff of his collar and pulled him right onto his lap.
“Woah, hold on mmm-”
Crocodile cut him off with a rough kiss. Gripping Buggy’s chin and tilting the other’s face up. The other mewled pathetically and Crocodile greedily swallowed each moan. Fisting a hand into those blue locks, Crocodile tugged the clown’s head harshly- forcing him to bare his throat to the older. He nipped down the column- leaving bruises that marked Buggy as his.
High keens and moans fell from Buggy’s pretty lips at each bite and Crocodile felt his cock strain against his pants. The clown shuddered after a particularly deep bite and the whiniest, neediest sound was produced. Crocodile smiled against the other’s pink skin- he had never heard a sweeter sound.
Pulling back, he examined his work.
Lipstick was smeared across Buggy’s cheeks and faint marks of it trailed down his neck- left there by Crocodile’s own mouth no doubt- and a furious blush painted the clown’s skin pink. All fear and anger had been completely stomped out by lust in the smaller man’s eyes. His cloak had fallen away and Crocodile’s gaze roamed appreciatively over the trembling body. The clown’s breathing hitched as his hook slowly trailed down Buggy’s sternum.
He hummed lightly, making it look like he was considering something even though he’d already made his decision.
“Perhaps…you don’t need to be sold.”, Crocodile suppressed his smirk at the relieved look on Buggy’s face, the other was too easy to read. A fact he enjoyed now. “You promised me anything and this,” he tugged at Buggy’s hair again, “is what I want. Are you willing to give it?”
Above him, the clown paused. Crocodile saw each consideration, each thought, each emotion cross the open, honest eyes and he decided to speed up the process a little. Steadying the other with one hand at his hip, Crocodile pressed the cold metal of his hook flush against the clown’s leaking cock.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice this.”, he didn’t bite back his smirk this time as Buggy jumped at the sensation. He held the clown firmly with his flesh hand as he leaned closer, fixing him with a heated look. “I won’t even ask for gold, this is enough to repay me- will you do it?”
Buggy’s gaze flicked away from Crocodile’s and, for a second, the larger man felt an icy stab of doubt in his gut- he preferred to have his partners more willing and if Buggy refused him now then Crocodile didn’t know wh-
“Yes.”, the acceptance was quiet.
“Hm?”
Crocodile leaned back, putting distance between them, ready to ask Buggy to repeat his words. As he pulled his hook away, however, he was pleasantly surprised when the clown fiercely grabbed his wrist and brought it back, canting his hips to push his reddened cock flush against the cold hook. “I said yes, damn it, I want this. Fuck me, use me, ruin me, I don’t care- just don’t pull away!”, the clown rushed out, blushing furiously the whole time.
Grinning, Crocodile tugged the other down for a kiss. It was more languid this time, Crocodile took his time in exploring the clown’s mouth and he drank every little sigh and moan that Buggy let slip. With renewed confidence, Buggy slipped a hand under his shirt, dragging his palm upwards. This time, Crocodile’s breath stuttered as a bold hand pinched his nipple. He pulled away from the kiss to glare at a grinning Buggy.
Damn brat.
Meeting the grin with a smirk, Crocodile pulled his hook away and was immediately met with a high whine at the loss of contact. Fingers twisted harder at his nipple and Crocodile retaliated with a sharp bite on Buggy’s shoulder. He brought his flesh hand up and pressed his thumb insistently against Buggy’s lips. A playful glint entered the clown’s eyes as he kept his mouth closed.
A sudden slap on his ass had Buggy gasping and Crocodile took the opportunity to slip his fingers inside.
“I was wondering when you were going to join us.”, Crocodile grinned up at Mihawk who was captivated by the clown. The swordsman merely grunted at the sand user, eyes fixed on Buggy. Crocodile couldn’t fault him- Buggy was quite the sight. His makeup had long since been ruined by kisses and tears and his neck and chest were blooming with bruises and smeared lipstick. The clown’s hair fell in soft waves and the blissed out look in his eyes as he sucked on Crocodile’s fingers was enough to push any man over the edge.
Oddly, it hadn’t been Crocodile who had noticed Mihawk first.
The clown had kept looking towards the entrance and angling his body slightly to make it more visible to possible intruders. When he picked up on the presence quietly standing at the door- Crocodile had allowed it. After all, clowns lived to put on a show.
And put on a show, Buggy had.
He’d wantonly thrust against Crocodile’s thigh, grinding down onto his leg while Crocodile littered his throat with marks. A disembodied hand twisted and pulled Crocodile’s nipples and another one had wrapped around the clown’s own throat- it’s no wonder Mihawk hadn’t been able to stand and stare for long.
Now, the swordsman palmed the clown’s ass, smacking it sharply a couple more times and watching with rapt attention as Buggy’s dick jumped at every slap and muffled moans spilled past his lips unchecked. Mihawk replaced Buggy’s hand with his own as he gripped the clown’s pretty throat. He tilted the other’s face upward and leaned down to press kisses onto the other’s tears.
Huh, Crocodile hadn’t expected Mihawk to take such a shine to the smaller pirate. He was certain the other had hated Buggy for being Shanks’ sole desire. There had been an undercurrent of bitterness when he’d spoken about it.
It doesn’t matter how many years pass. It doesn’t matter if you’re leagues better than him. Akagami only has eyes for the clown.
And yet, it would seem Mihawk only had eyes for Buggy. The swordsman hardly acknowledged Crocodile as he peppered more kisses across the Yonko’s face. The sand fruit user pulled his fingers out of the clown’s mouth and brought the soaked fingers down- it wouldn’t be enough. He grasped Buggy’s hip with his hook as Mihawk claimed his mouth, one hand still gripping his throat and the other playing with the smaller pirate’s chest.
“Open up.”
The clown jumped as a spit soaked finger circled his entrance, trying to push in. It was futile. Buggy was too tight, he needed more than spit. Crocodile frowned, did he bring anything with him? As if the heavens read his mind, a small bottle of oil landed on his chest. The cork was shaped like a skull. Mihawk’s hand instantly returned to Buggy’s nipples and Crocodile huffed out a grateful breath for the swordsman’s meticulous nature.He made short work of soaking his fingers in the sweet smelling oil and circled Buggy’s rim. A cut off gasp caught his attention and the sand user paused and idly watched as the clown fell apart under Mihawk’s ministrations- his cock wept pathetically and Buggy kept grinding desperately down onto Crocodile’s thigh to relieve the pressure.
Well, there was no need to keep him waiting.
This time, the push was much smoother and Buggy’s low groan only encouraged Crocodile more. Two fingers in had Buggy falling forward, panting and clutching onto the larger man’s shoulders for support.
“Tch, none of that.”
Mihawk gripped the clown’s hair tightly and pulled the smaller back towards him- Buggy split into pieces and his hands remained on Crocodile’s shoulders as his torso twisted to face Mihawk’s demanding mouth- his hips remained in Crocodile’s lap, thighs shaking as a third finger slowly scissored the entrance open.
The clown’s hands soon travelled lower- one hand coming up under Crocodile’s shirt to play with his nipples as the other dropped to his crotch, lazily jerking it. The benefits of the Bara Bara fruit weren’t lost on Crocodile and he was grateful for it as the clown pleasured him. Meanwhile, Mihawk broke their kiss only to direct Buggy’s floating torso lower, “Don’t bite.” was his only order as he pushed into the clown’s open mouth.
For the second time, Crocodile found himself pausing and watching. He liked pretty things and the pair of them made quite the pretty picture- seeing Mihawk’s tight control slowly fall apart as Buggy enthusiastically sucked. He was captivated by Buggy’s tongue once again as he watched him lick a fat stripe against Mihawk’s slit before taking it all the way to the hilt again. Mihawk’s quiet pants slowly grew louder and his deep groans seemed to spur the clown pirate further.
Unwilling to be forgotten, Crocodile twisted his fingers once and watched Buggy nearly jump right out of his skin and Mihawk let out a surprised shout. The swordsman glared at Crocodile heatedly as Buggy pulled off of his dick, already babbling apologies, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to! My teeth just automatically bit down-”
He was cut off by Crocodile’s deep laugh. “Nearly lose your dick there, Mihawk?”, the sand user grinned wickedly, “Sorry, gotta be more careful.” The point of a small blade pressed gently against his neck as yellow eyes pierced through him, “Do not pull another stunt like that.”, the threat was softly spoken as the tip pressed deeper, breaking skin and spilling sand.
It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.
Crocodile merely kept grinning- mind already running a million plans to aggravate the other. A high keen caught his attention and he looked down to see Buggy nearing the edge, eyes going blank as pleasure took over his features.
No.
Almost simultaneously, Mihawk reached over and grabbed the clown’s cock at the base as Crocodile pulled his fingers out of the other- no longer putting pressure onto the bundle of nerves. “Who said you could cum yet, clown?”, Crocodile growled at the other, hooking the other’s floating torso and joining it back to the hips in his lap.
The other shuddered at the rough treatment and more tears spilled over his eyes, Crocodile watched as the pirate tried- and failed- to buck his hips, trying to relieve the building pressure. Mihawk’s hand only tightened around the base, bringing his other hand up to grip Buggy by the hip- halting all movement entirely.
“Did we allow you to cum, little pirate?”, Mihawk’s voice was stern.
“Please, I’m so close, just a little m-more!”, Buggy’s voice broke as sobs wracked his body, “I was good, I’ve been good! Please let me c-cu-”
“Have you?”, Crocodile’s grin was cruel, “You nearly bit off Mihawk’s dick.”
Buggy’s eyes were glazed over as he looked over at the Sand user before detaching his torso and turning to Mihawk, directing the full might of his teary gaze at the impassive swordsman, throwing his arms around the taller’s neck and pressing his chest flush against the older.
“I’m s-sorry, please let me c- mmm- '', the clown cut himself off with a moan as Crocodile entered him. He shouldn’t have directed his attention away. Crocodile’s head had barely pushed through before the Buggy froze, all whimpers and whines coming to a stop. Mihawk frowned down at the other, Crocodile couldn’t see the clown’s face but he felt it as the other’s body went slightly limp.
Shit, did he just-
“Did you just have a dry orgasm?”, the swordsman's tone was calm. Buggy’s head dropped onto the other’s shoulder- whimpering out a small yes and fuck if Crocodile hadn’t seen anything hotter. Fired up, he pushed in all the way- seating himself deep. Buggy’s hole was lax from post-orgasmic bliss, allowing Crocodile to push further into the maddening heat. Twin groans filled the room as Crocodile and Buggy adjusted to each other.
“Crocodile.”, Mihawk fixed him with a look, “Take over.”
As much as he hated being ordered around, Crocodile loved ruining Buggy more. So he did as was asked and summoned a thread of sand to loop around the clown’s dick in a tight ring as Mihawk’s hand left it. He wouldn’t be allowed to cum until they were satisfied.
Buggy didn’t speak, eyes still closed as he tried to adjust to Crocodile’s girth.
He didn’t notice as Mihawk reattached him to his hips, he didn’t notice the swordsman grabbing the small bottle of oil and lubing himself up, he didn’t notice as Crocodile lifted the clown’s hips slightly, groaning at the slide.
However, when the second dick poked at his entrance, Buggy was quick to jump up, arms flailing. Sand chains held the clown in place before he could split into panicked pieces.
“Wait! Wait, wait ,wait- Crocodile I can take but both of you? That’s insane! It won’t fit, I’ll break apart!”, the pirate’s voice raised higher as his hands pulled against the sand chains.
“Weren’t you the one asking to be ruined?”, Crocodile asked, placing a kiss onto Buggy’s tears, “Plus, you’re built to be broken- you can thank the Bara no mi for that.”
“Be good for us and we’ll let you cum.”, Mihawk said, pressing his lips to the back of the smaller pirate’s neck. Heat boiled in his gut as Buggy nodded. In an instant, the threads of sand disappeared. Bracing his hands on Crocodile’s shoulders, Buggy lifted himself higher on shaking thighs. Crocodile moaned at the movement and when Mihawk’s dick entered and fit snugly inside the clown the sand user nearly came from the sensation alone.
Mihawk let out a groan at the slide and he gripped the clown’s slim waist as the three of them adjusted to the sensation. Crocodile wanted to slam his hips up and get moving but Mihawk had mouthed a silent no at him.
“Still think you’ll split apart?”, the swordsman asked, gentle. Gentler than Crocodile had expected him to be with Buggy- was the other warming up to the boisterous pirate?
Contrary to his tone, though, Mihawk’s grip was bruising and as Buggy nodded enthusiastically, the swordsman’s thrusts were sharp and relentless. Crocodile let out a stuttered moan at the sudden shift in pace- fuck this must be heaven.
Refusing to be left behind, Crocodile began to match the other’s pace. His flesh hand gripped Buggy’s hair as his mouth latched onto the pale skin in front of him. The room was only filled with the sounds of panting and deep groans as Crocodile and Mihawk tried to outpace the other along with the occasional whine from Buggy.
“Ahn!”, the clown cried out, his body shuddered and sagged, head nuzzled under Crocodile’s chin.
The pair of them stilled, hilt deep, gazes fixed on Buggy. Another dry orgasm. Crocodile took note of the blissful look on Buggy’s ruined face, his eyes were unfocused and glazed over. Tear tracks dried over his face and a deep blush had settled over the other’s features. His lipstick was all over the place- Mihawk resumed his pace as Crocodile stayed still admiring the picture. A shaking hand circled his wrist and pulled it forward, pressing his hand against the flat plane of Buggy’s stomach.
“I can feel you all the way in here.”, Buggy whined and true to his words, Crocodile could feel a slight bulge under his palm. That paired with Mihawk’s relentless thrusts was enough to push Crocodile over the edge and he spilled deep into the smaller pirate. A couple of shallow thrusts later, Mihawk joined him, moaning loudly as he came, his mask of control had broken long ago.
The three of them stayed still in that position, basking in the afterglow. Crocodile let his head fall back, eyes closed as he felt all the heat fade away. He was content to stay like that until hesitant fingers tapped at his throat, demanding his attention.
“Could you please let it go now?”, Buggy asked, voice hoarse.
Hm?
Oh. Crocodile sat up, eyeing the clown’s cock. The sand ring was still firmly circling the base and Buggy’s balls were almost blue under the pressure, the clown was still minutely shifting his hips, trying to get some amount of friction for his leaking dick. Fuck, if Crocodile wasn’t so spent he’d be up for a second round.
Instead, in an odd bout of mercy, Crocodile dissolved the sand ring. Buggy exhaled deeply in relief and his breath hitched as Mihawk grabbed his length. With a few expert twists, the swordsman had the clown coming apart within minutes. Coming for the last time that day, Buggy relaxed completely, sinking into Crocodile’s arms, head resting on the larger man’s bicep.
“You did well.”, Mihawk’s praise was as curt as the rest of his words but the smile on Buggy’s face would’ve fooled one into thinking that the swordsman had gifted him the world. Mihawk pulled out and left the pair- tidying himself and grabbing a washcloth across the room. Crocodile lifted a hand and carded it through damp blue strands. Not for the first time that day, he was glad he hadn’t killed the clown. This would make for a fine method of repayment.
As Mihawk sat next to him, washcloth in hand, wiping down the spent clown, Crocodile had to bite back a smile.
He could spot a good thing from a sea away and this, right here, was a good thing.