The Aphrodisiac of Lost Youth

by thesavagesabretooth

Summary:

When Doflamingo is de-aged by Jewelry Bonney's power, Crocodile makes sure to find a moment to get him alone, unable to pass up the opportunity of Doffy's reduced size. But Doflamingo is just as eager to capitalize on the moment, and goads Crocodile into a dirty game of "Mr. Crocodile" and "Little Doffy." It's game they'll both remember for a long time.

Notes:

TBH I've had this on my mind for a while.

Crocodile was short on time the morning that they were shipping out from Elegia after the disaster of a concert. He was short on time - but he made time for this. There was no way he was going to pass up the chance. He deserved it.

He settled himself in his cabin, and made a transceiver call to the Donquixotes, telling them to send Doflamingo for important Cross Guild business. He waited, taking nips from a bottle of scotch.

Doflamingo and his crew had run into one of the so-called 'Supernovas' at the concert. Jewelry Bonney, a girl with a devil fruit that let her screw with people's ages. As far as Crocodile was concerned, it wasn't the most interesting devil fruit ability he'd ever heard of.

Doflamingo, it seemed, thought different. Ever since he'd met Bonney, he'd been running around the island as a shrimp. Last time Crocodile had seen him, he'd looked a little younger than when they'd first met on the Grand Line - maybe 13, 14 or so? Crocodile was miserable at guessing ages.

But whether or not he knew exactly how old Doffy was pretending to be, the point was the same. The normally gawky flamingo of a man who dwarfed Crocodile by a whole two feet was now a barely five feet tall - soft faced, flaxen haired, and forcing his crew to carry him around on their shoulders.

There was no way Crocodile was going to miss this opportunity.

It was a gamble, or course, that Doflamingo would show up still in brat mode, rather than regaining his true age before an important meeting. But if Croc knew Doflamingo half as well as he thought he did, he was sure that Doffy would relish the opportunity to force Crocodile to deal with him in that form.

And if he didn't, Crocodile would just make up some pointless Cross Guild business and move on with his day. Catch him another time.

But the gamble paid off. As he often did, Crocodile knew where the smart money was. There was a knock at the door, and there was little Doflamingo. Croc saw the back of Pica heading down the corridor after dropping him off.

"Hey, Croccy." The brat grinned at him, his soft face stretched by the expression.

"Well." Crocodile huffed around his cigar, and rested his hook on his hip. "I ask for the great Donquixote Doflamingo, and I get some brat instead, huh?"

Doffy stroked his fingers through wisps of golden hair tufting over his glasses. "I'm always the great Donquixote Doflamingo - so you're just going to have to deal with it, old man."

"And you're always a brat, too." Crocodile scooped his hook through the waist of Doffy's pants and tugged him into the room. "Get in here."

It was a thrill to be able to tug him around without issue. Doflamingo had always liked to force Crocodile to drag him and push him around - and it was always a pain in the ass, because he was fucking huge.

Little Doffy was like a toy, and Crocodile could already feel his excitement to play with him growing.

He made a point of reaching over the boy's head to grab the door and pull it closed behind them.

"Well you're in a mood, aren't you, grumpy?" Doflamingo teased him, sticking out his tongue.

"Maybe you haven't noticed, Doffy, but we're in a crisis situation here, and you're having a blast reliving your youth."

Crocodile packed the accusation thick with resentment. He wanted to keep Doflamingo guessing about what his intentions were for a minute. It wasn't hard, after all, Crocodile had always been annoyed that Doffy's playful nature made him quick to screw around in a serious situation - while Crocodile did the work to keep things running.

"Jealous, as usual, Croccy." The little Doflamingo shook his head, still grinning. "So what's this 'important Cross Guild business' you called me here for, huh?"

He leveled his hook low at him, brushing the curve against his soft cheek, and let a sneer spread across his lips. "Exactly what I just said, Doffy. I told myself if you showed up at my door looking like that, then I'd have to show you a little discipline. Maybe a brat like you deserves a spanking, eh?"

Doffy reached up and wrapped his small fingers around Crocodile's hook. They barely reached the entire way around the massive prosthesis.

"A spanking?" Doffy screwed up his cute little face into the saddest expression Crocodile figured he could muster. Croc couldn't see his eyes, but he figured Doflamingo was catching on to his intentions by now.

"A spanking." Crocodile lifted his chin imperiously. "This is serious business, and you're treating it like playtime. If you don't want a spanking, you'll have to do something to show me that you're sorry for the trouble you've caused."

Doffy stroked his fingers up Crocodile's hook and the puppy-dog expression was replaced by a lascivious, faux-innocent one that had no business being on such a beautiful child's face.

"Aw, Mr. Crocodile, I can show you I'm sorry," he said, softly. "Maybe old Mr. Crocodile can play with me a little? I'm sure I'll be able to be serious after that."

Doflamingo's voice took on a cute, baby-doll tone that was even younger than the small, soft body he was currently wearing. Something about it tied Crocodile's groin in knots.

Crocodile tossed his cigar into the ashtray, and he turned his hook to drag it softly across the curve of Doffy's stubble-less chin.

"So little Doffy wants to play with old Mr. Crocodile, does he? I think we can work something out. As long as you're a good little boy."

Doflamingo's tongue parted his lips. "Doffy's a very good little boy."

---

Doffy was thrilled. The whole past day had been so busy, he hadn't gotten time to fool around with his gang yet like this. But Crocodile had made time for him. Crocodile had thought of the idea all by himself.

That was one thing Doffy liked about Crocodile. He was always horny. Doffy had taken advantage of that libidinous nature more than once to get what he wanted out of the otherwise aloof pirate, and he was more than happy to do so now. Doffy loved his crew, and they were all certainly far from chaste - a bunch of perverts, really - but Crocodile took the cake. Probably why the kind of crew he hung around were always a bunch of hookers and cross-dressers and gamblers and the like.

He licked his lips, looking up at Crocodile with what he hoped was a coy, innocent expression. "Doffy's a very good little boy."

It was a shameless flirt and a shameless lie, and he could see the shudder of lust that it sent through Crocodile.

"We'll see about that, won't we, little boy." He stroked his hook against Doffy's cheek again, and the warm metal seemed to tingle against his soft skin. "So how are you going to show me you're sorry."

Doffy grinned and poked his fingers together. "I could give Mr. Crocodile a kiss."

"A kiss, hmm? From way down there?"

It was Doffy's turn to shiver, seeing Crocodile looming above him like that. Crocodile hadn't been taller than him since he was 15, and even then it had only been by a couple of inches, mostly compensated by the heels Doffy had usually worn at the time. Having Crocodile be bigger than him was new. It was exciting.

"Gosh, Mr. Crocodile, you are so far away," he purred, standing on his tiptoes. "Maybe you could pick me up?"

"Insufferable brat." He huffed, but Doffy could see the smirk turn up the corner of his lips, and he found himself immediately scooped up into Crocodile's powerful arms.

Doffy felt a soft breath escape him. This. This was why he'd been having the Donquixotes carry him around all day. Being small, and swept into strong arms…

He pressed his head against Crocodile's chest, the many layers of expensive fabric making it soft like a pillow as he stared up at him through rose tinted lenses.

"You're still so far away."

"That's cause you're a shrimp, Doffy." Crocodile snickered and he swaggered over to the captain's quarters' bed, sitting down smoothly and plopping Doffy into his lap.

Doffy could feel the excitement already in the old pervert's trousers, and he made a point to grind his hips on top of him as he settled himself.

Doflamingo had put himself in Crocodile's lap many times - often to Crocodile's grumpy protest - but it had never been quite so comfortable and easy as it was now.

Crocodile leaned down. "So about that kiss, little boy."

Doffy lost no time wrapping his arms around Crocodile's shoulders, and pulling himself up to meet his lips. He brushed his soft cheek against Crocodile's stubble, and put his small, soft lips to the older man's mouth. In a moment Crocodile's tongue was filling his mouth, large and insistent, and overwhelming. He'd kissed him so many times before, but it had never been quite like this.

As they kissed, Doffy felt Crocodile's hand on his ass, kneading the soft flesh there, large enough to grab him almost entirely.

"Why's your hand on my butt, old man?" Doffy teased, licking Crocodile's lower lip as he broke the kiss.

He saw Crocodile flush under his scar, and that little bit of modesty sent a thrill through him.

"Still wondering if I oughta spank it," Crocodile teased.

"Gosh, old man," Doffy couldn't help but leer at him, sure that the expression was strange on his little boy face, and sure at the same time that he'd worn it many times in the past, "Don't you know anything more fun to do with a little boy's butt?"

Crocodile coughed lightly, and the flush extended up to his ears. But that wicked, alligator smile crossed the long way over his mouth like a second scar. "Precocious brat! Maybe I do!"

Doffy ground his hips over Crocodile's bulge again. "Would old Mr. Crocodile show me?"

---

Crocodile could see that Doflamingo was really getting into this. He was playing it up to a degree that almost made Crocodile embarrassed for his desire. But Doffy was not a little boy, and this was far from the first time they'd had sex. Doflamingo had been well experienced long before Crocodile'd ever gotten to him.

Initially Crocodile had been thrilled just by the size difference - the opportunity to throw Doffy around a little, but it was clear Doflamingo was getting off on the apparent disparity of their ages, too. Crocodile had called him a brat and threatened to spank him, so, that was probably on him. And really, it shouldn't be a surprise. Doflamingo loved to be spoiled and babied like some kind of boy-prince - of course he'd take the opportunity. It was Doffy, after all.

But something about the small form and soft weight in his lap- the way his hand fit almost entirely over Doffy's ass - Crocodile couldn't deny that it was enticing. Erotic even. More and more, he was happy to play along with the scandalous little fantasy.

He moistened his lips, and leered down at the cherubic figure. "You want old Crocodile to show you, huh? And here I thought from the way you were moving your hips, you already knew how it was done."

Doffy took the invitation to grind against the tight bulge in his pants, and it sent another wave of lust through him. This was dirty. Crocodile felt every inch the dirty old man, with the apparent teen in his lap, rubbing up against his cock. He felt it throb at the very thought of the scandalous scene they were playing out.

"Like that, Doffy," he murmured. He stroked his fingers over Doflamingo's cheek, feeling the soft, youthful plush of it, and letting his hand linger there. "Do you want to take your shirt off for Mr. Crocodile?"

He teased the hem of the shirt with his hook, and Doffy smiled. "Okay!"

A moment later and Doflamingo was shirtless in his lap, and Crocodile's fingers were exploring the soft, tender flesh there. Doffy had looked almost like this once, almost this young, long ago on distance seas when they'd met in their early days on the Grand Line. It was as nostalgic as it was erotic. All at once, seized with longing for those bygone days, Crocodile could understand why Doffy was so eager to play with Bonney's power.

"Now how is it fair that you're such a pretty young man, huh?"

"Jealous, old man?" Doffy's tongue stuck out just between his lips. "If you think I'm that pretty, then you might as well play with me."

"Oh, I intend to, Doffy."

All at once - but gingerly and with care for where his hook was - he pushed Doflamingo down out of his lap, and onto the bed on his back. Crocodile overshadowed him, kneeling over his small body, finding the young teen completely overshadowed by him.

The thrilling sensation of mingled power and nostalgia nearly overwhelmed him, and he leaned down, pressing his mouth to Doflamingo's throat and chest in a series of biting, sucking kisses.

Doffy's small hands braced against his chest, tugging at his vest. "Mr. Crocodile, oooh, that tickles."

Doflamingo squirmed and spread his legs, and Crocodile pawed him with his good hand, his ringed fingers excitedly exploring the soft flesh that was at once familiar and completely foreign. Like the body of a lover in a dream.

He stroked Doffy's thighs in his shorts - the outfit somehow cuter now on this body than the ten foot tall one - and over the rise of his crotch. Doffy was hard, very hard, and Crocodile eagerly stroked his hand over the bulge. This too, sent a thrill through him. He was used to Doflamingo's more than generous cock, and there was something wickedly delicious about his temporary reversal of fortune in the department.

"Oooh, Mr. Crocodile, I like it when you touch me there." Doflamingo cooed and licked his lips. Doffy was always a pillow princess, but now he was clearly having a marvelous time pretending to be a blushing virgin.

"Oh is that so?" Crocodile grumbled with amusement. He got up on his knees again and rearranged himself so that his hips were over Doffy's. That itself, was a familiar gesture, but Doffy being the smaller of them rather than the larger was foreign, and enticing.

Looming over him, Crocodile started to grind the bulge of his cock against Doflamingo's, separated by layers of fabric, but still sending tremors of aching lust through him. The sheer difference in scale between them, the reversal of it, made Crocodile feel powerful, and almost protective of Doflamingo in a way he rarely did.

Little Doffy ground his hips back against him and made soft, keening noises.

"That feels really good, Mr. Crocodile."

He felt his face heating up again, and leaned down to kiss Doffy's lips and throat. In his ear, he whispered, "would you like me to show you something better?"

Doflamingo's chipper, teasing over the top twee, "Boy, would I!" nearly sent Crocodile into cardiac arrest. He covered a flustered cough with another sucking bite of Doffy's neck.

"You're an eager brat," he huffed, looking down at Doflamingo's half-moon grin, and seeing himself reflected in his scarlet lenses.

"You love it, old man. Take my pants off."

"Brat."

Still, he didn't waste any time fulfilling the demand, reaching down and carefully slipping Doffy's pants off with one hand and the ginger tip of his hook. He'd been wearing slip on shoes as usual, which were already abandoned somewhere on the floor of Crocodile's cabin; that made it easy to get the pants off - and the underwear with them.

A moment later, Crocodile was kneeling over him, looking down at Doflamingo's small, soft naked body. He felt his cock tighten again in his pants, and it was becoming imperative that he too, shed them. He pulled the bottle of oil out of the pocket first and let it drop onto the bed.

"What do you think?" Doffy demanded, looking up at him with a pout.

"Well, I can't say you're not gorgeous, little boy." It was true, Doflamingo looked every inch the cherubic prince, beautiful, golden and naked, spread out for him on his bed. He stroked his thumb down Doffy's stomach, to the soft golden thatch of hair above his young cock.

"So say I'm gorgeous," Doffy demanded.

"You're gorgeous," Crocodile repeated with a smirk. Always hungry for compliments and praise, that didn't change with the playful scene, it seemed. "A pretty young thing I can't wait to get my cock into."

Doflamingo gasped teasingly. "Is that what Mr. Crocodile's going to do with my butt?"

"You'd better damned well believe it," Crocodile huffed. He fiddled with the clasps of his pants and opened them, swiftly jerking them and his underwear down to free his own cock and balls from what had increasingly become a too-small prison. He let his pants drop around his knees, and leaned down, grinding his erection against Doffy's.

"Ooooh, it's so big, Mr. Crocodile," Doffy cooed, clearly having the time of his life. "Do you think it's gonna fit?"

Despite Doffy usually being two feet taller than him, the size difference between their cocks had never been quite so stark. Now however, Crocodile's dick seemed massive as it ground against Doflamingo's teen erection. Crocodile wrapped his hand around both of them, pressing their members together for a moment and savoring the sensation as it throbbed through him and he imagined how tight Doffy might be.

"We'll just have to find out, won't we?"

---

When Crocodile was done stroking their cocks together, and kissing him some more, Doffy splayed his legs to let him at his ass, spreading a generous amount of warm oil there. They were going to need it. Crocodile had always been enough to satisfy him, but now the weight of his cock against his thigh sent a shiver of something that was more eagerness than intimidation through him.

Doffy was no stranger to big cocks - he loved them, in fact - but it had been a long time since he'd taken one in such a small body. His toes curled in anticipation.

"Raise your legs up, Doffy," Crocodile instructed.

Doffy raised them high. "Like this?" The coy, teasing play, as if it were his first time all over again, was nostalgic, and cock-throbbingly salacious at the same time. He could tell that Crocodile found it scandalous, the red tinge never quite leaving his gruff face.

"Good boy," Crocodile said, and that sent another powerful wave of lust through Doflamingo. Croc rested his hand on Doffy's soft, naked thigh and he shivered at the touch.

"Gosh, Mr. Crocodile." Behind his glasses, his eyelashes fluttered.

Crocodile's smirk hitched a notch upward and Doffy felt him put the head of his thick cock to his slick entrance. It felt big, already, pressing there against his pucker.

"You look good like this, Doffy," Crocodile murmured, holding himself against him. "Do you want old Mr. Crocodile to fuck you?"

Doffy reached up and grabbed a double fistful of Crocodile's vest, staring up at his large, looming form. The desire that had pooled just below his stomach was almost overwhelming.

"Oh yes, Mr. Crocodile, fuck me like a good little boy."

Crocodile made a low, thick noise in the back of his throat. "Dirty little brat."

With his hand on his hip, and the warm metal of his hook steadying the other, Doffy shivered as Crocodile pressed his himself slowly into Doffy's ass. Doffy bit his lip, the sensation of stretching for a moment almost overwhelming. Crocodile felt big like this, felt like he was going to fill Doflamingo's whole body.

"Does it hurt?" Crocodile asked carefully, the head of his cock throbbing just beyond Doffy's tight entrance.

"Keep going, Mr. Crocodile," Doffy insisted.

Crocodile obeyed, filling him completely in one slow, smooth thrust until he was balls deep inside him, Doffy shivering all the way. He whimpered, feeling Crocodile deep, deep in him, the ring of his ass throbbing around his cock like it was trying to suck him off.

"Oh fuck that's good," Crocodile whispered, his mouth hanging open as he held himself inside Doffy's ass. Doffy let him soak there for a moment, using his ass like a sheath for his cock, waiting until he was stretched and ready.

"You're so big, Mr. Crocodile. Won't you fuck Doffy like a good little boy?"

"I don't think I could stop myself," Crocodile huffed softly, and the bare trace of embarrassment in his voice thrilled him. He might be small right now, but he had Crocodile exactly where he wanted him.

"Oooohhh, Mr. Crocodile," he cooed, nuzzling him. He held onto his shirt, and wrapped his small legs as best as he could around the big pirate's hips.

Slowly, Crocodile started to fuck him in earnest, Doffy whining as he pulled out - and then thumped sharply back into him again, hitting the pleasing spot inside him along the way. As he started a slow rhythm inside him, Doffy rocked his hips back toward him with each thrust meeting him with lewd dexterity.

"Oh fuck that's good," Crocodile repeated, fucking him in earnest. Doffy's pleasure was already rising as the tempo of the thrusts increased in pace and fervor. He loved the way Crocodile's hips thumped against his, the big pirate unwilling or unable to restrain his lust. His own cock was bouncing and grinding deliciously between their bellies, each little accidental brush adding to the excitement that curled his toes.

"You like Doffy's body, old man?" Doflamingo teased, rocking against him. "Is Doffy a pretty little boy?"

"So pretty," Crocodile murmured back as he thrust into him, again and again, his big cock sending shocks of pleasure through him, "such a pretty little boy."

"Is Doffy a good little boy?" Doffy should be too proud to ask, but in the heat of the moment, in the haze of lust, he needed it. Needed to hear it from Crocodile's lips as he skewered him on his cock again and again.

"Good boy," Crocodile murmured back, clearly just as lost in that sea of desire, "Doffy's a good boy for Mr. Crocodile."

Doflamingo felt his body throbbing, almost ready to hit it's peak, small and frail against Crocodile's big body, feeling desired, tended to, pleasured. He wanted it. Needed it. Needed it so bad. Doffy was a good little boy for Mr. Crocodile.

"Will Mr. Crocodile come in his good little boy?" Doffy whimpered out. His glasses were starting to slip off his face, but it didn't matter.

"Little Doffy wants Mr. Crocodile's cum?"

Ordinarily, Doffy didn't like to say please. But he was lost in the moment. He licked his lips. "Please, please come in your good little boy's ass."

"Fff— fuck yes, Mr. Crocodile's going to come, going to come in his good little boy's pretty ass."

The thick, lewd mumble that escaped Crocodile's lips was proof that the man was already nearly gone, and the thought of it, along with the slam of his hips and the throb of his cock in his ass sent Doffy careening over the edge.

All of the pleasure that had been tightening inside him like a pulled thread snapped all at once and sent his hips bucking franticly against Crocodile's. He whimpered, hot cum spilling between their bellies slippery as Crocodile kept thrusting and fucking him through the long spasms of his orgasm.

---

If Doflamingo's dirty talk wasn't enough to send Crocodile over the edge, the bucking and twitching of his little body as he came absolutely was. He felt Doflamingo come under him, ass twitching around his cock as if milking it, and Crocodile couldn't do anything but fulfill his wicked promise. He grabbed Doffy's hips tight, and he buried himself deep inside him, all the way, and filled him with thick shots of spent seed.

Crocodile felt immensely dirty, holding the soft little body beneath him as he pumped him full of cum. But it might have been the hottest thing he'd done in ages, at the same time. Doffy's disgustingly lewd teases, his bratty demand for attention… as Crocodile's orgasm subsided, and he felt the slick pool of Doffy's cum between their bellies, he sure as hell couldn't regret what he'd done.

Doflamingo certainly didn't seem to regret it. He had that cherubic smile on his face, his soft blond hair spread out on the pillow below him, and his glasses askew. Softening cock still in him - unwilling to pull out until the last moment - he reached up and straightened Doffy's glasses for him. There was no need to spoil the moment with Doflamingo getting self conscious about the scar they hid.

Doffy nuzzled him as he leaned down, and leaned up to plant kisses on his neck above his cravat.

"Someone's affectionate," he teased, finally easing out of Doffy's ass. Glancing down, he was sure that the sight of Doffy's young ass, wide and dripping cum, would remain in his mind for a long time. His cock rested against his thigh, both of them slick and spent.

"I thought I was a good boy?" A hint of Doffy's usual tone came through instead of just the teasing coyness. "Or should I not be?"

"You're a brat," Crocodile laughed. "But I won't stop you. C'mere."

He rolled off of him, and onto his back, pulling Doflamingo's small body on top of his chest until they were face to face, and he pulled him into a sloppy kiss in the afterglow.

"Maybe we should keep you like this, brat."

"Do you think there's a way to make it permanent?" Crocodile couldn't help but chuckle at the way Doffy's face lit up.

He shook his head. "You'll have to ask Bonney about that."

For a moment the vision danced in his head, the Donquixotes tormenting the seas once again with their tiny terror of a "young master" who actually fit the description. He let himself indulge in the fantasy of keeping Doffy like this, small and delicate, and easy to pull into his lap, or onto his chest, for a long, long time."

Doffy nuzzled his face against Crocodile's stubble. "Well, it's fun for now, anyway. You seem to have enjoyed yourself, you old pervert."

He flushed again, flustered at the accusation. "You baited me. I just like having you small enough to throw around."

"Didn't sound like it to me, old man." Doffy pressed his nose to Crocodile's grinning widely.

Crocodile poked his chin with his hook, grinning back. "Don't push your luck, brat."

In a few minutes, they would have to go back to being two powerful pirate captains in the middle of a crisis situation. In a few minutes, they'd both have to go back to being as feared as they were respected, and shoulder the weight of responsibility, making hard decisions that could get their crew, or themselves, or each other, killed at any moment.

But for now, there was none of that. For now they were just Mr. Crocodile, and Little Doffy, and Crocodile knew that Doflamingo was relishing that soft moment of relief the same way that he was.

He pulled him closer in his arms, and covered the top of the little brat's head with kisses.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 40 of Deicide Universe Collection