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As a young man, to get away from the suffocation of everyday life, Donquixote Doflamingo would travel a lot. He'd drag his friend Crocodile with him to each and every one of these 'vacations', despite how much the older man would complain. They found each other surprisingly good company at the end of the day, though they themselves wouldn't seriously admit it.
Today found them at the beach- a compromise for both since Crocodile preferred the dessert and hated water whilst Doflamingo preferred poolside's and disliked the feeling of sand stuck between his asscheeks and other places best left unnamed.
"Crocodile~!" The giant bird called over to the Crocodile, and his peaceful expression immediately shattered. As much as he appreciated the break, the company could have been better, or quieter at least.
The idiotic blonde sprinted over- rather oddly to the lucky people who don't know him, on his tip-toes like usual, and stopping a mere foot away.
"What."
"Let's play a little game~! In the next few hours lets see who can 'entertain' the most girls~!"
Another idiotic proposal.
"Come on, friend! We both know you'll enjoy it once you've loosened up! You always do~."
Crocodile hated how true that is.
"What's with that expression Croco?"
He sighed, "What's in it for me? I don't see the point to this.." His grin suddenly widened and Crocodile grimaced in response, no longer even wanting to participate in any form of conversation with the stupid man.
Not that he ever want to.
"Well~ same as usual? You win and I'll give you whatever you want- but let's change it up a little shall we?" He crouched and leaned in to the point Croc could smell some type of tonic in his breath and winced on instinct, which Doflamingo took great note of. " If I win... I you'll stay on vacation with me for an extra week."
Aaaand just when Crocodile thought it'd be another 5 person after party event in the sheets. "No."
"Why not?" He whined.
He looked at him blankly, "No."
The blonde paused for a moment before grinning, and Croc's brow downturns yet again. He leans in more and he fought every instinct to back away- instead staying still and facing it as a challenge, "So you can't do it then? What a shame~ and I thought you were a pirate."
"Arh- piss off."
"No balls"
"Go away."
"Dickless"
"Go fuck yourself."
"At least I can fuck"
"FINE. NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY SUN YOU PINK PRICK." He growl through my teeth, he's so done with the birds bullshit and it hadn't even been a fucking day!
"Fufufufufu! Then we shall begin! Fufufufufufu~!!"
The blonde sprinted away to the closest group of women, easily gartering all their adoration and attention. 'Tsk. Stupid man.' he felt his lip twitch up slightly and shakes his head, 'You won't win this!' standing from his chair, he shook off excess sand and slowly unbuttoning his shirt, 'if he's the only one in trunks he'd win...' he stared longingly at the chair he stood from, basking in the sun. All alone. With a good book sat on top... Another heavy sigh escaped his lips, "Better start."
Glancing around he find a few lone women- easy targets. Easier and quicker to manipulate then a group and all practically begging for the attention. His lips finally curl and with half lidded eyes, he begin the hunt.
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"Ah~... shit." A random brunette girl moaned as she went almost cross-eyed, barely able to speak at all at being fucked senseless.
"ArhH!" She panted over and over, the noises no longer capable of being in time to the thrusts.
"Shut up." Crocodile said blankly, barely sweating and bringing his hand towards her throat and just letting it squeeze enough for the bitch to be quiet. Though that didn't last long as his cigar was more interesting- it was incredibly satisfying when he dusted it on the blissed out woman's back. Especially from the scream she let out and the sudden snap back to reality she visibly experienced, resulting in a punishing spank.
"OW-"
"I said to shut up." He puffed out smoke but the woman wouldn't stop wiggling which- in the end was disruptive enough for him to push her off and to the floor in disregard. No longer even in the mood- his sadistic grin gone and a new disgruntled expression took over. "Just piss off, you've ruined it for me Brenda."
"My name is Aika!! A-and- you said you'd take me back to yours!" The woman screeched and crocodile glared in return, making her mouth snap shut.
"When I said I'd take you back if you were worth it, I meant as a bite sized meal for my pets slut." The woman's eyes widened horrified and confused, crawling backwards desperately, "Oh- no need to be so scared." His grin resurfaced, "You aren't even worth the meat."
She was now crying, she quickly stood up and ran out of the cold tile room in hysterics.
Crocodile chuckled for a moment before considering his lower situation the stupid woman didn't relieve. He sighed, loosing motivation to continue the competition straight away; that and since the beach had conveniently empty showers that he just so happened to be in, he may as well shower to get the lingering scent of sex off of him right?
He stubbed out his cigar and took his still considerably hard dick into his hand to stroke and tug. He used a different tempo than the punishingly hard rhythm he'd had before, imagining a different scenario, using a firmer touch. He went on for another 10 at that pace, but it still didn't do it- he needed something more that his hands alone just weren't offering.
"Stupid bird with his competition"
He closed his eyes with his brows furrowed, thinking about what his annoying friend was likely doing. Or rather how many. Just wishing he had a decent fuck for himself. His strokes changed again, incorporating another hand to massage his balls while his hands did a few twists, and all the while trying to will himself to cum. It took awhile, a whole half hour while, but he finally came- moaning under his breath and panting.
"Still so shameless Crocodile."
A woman's voice echoed in the stall eerily, and as Crocodile swung around to see who he was hit hard over the head. "Such a manwhore. How do you think the woman feels!"
He could feel the slight trickle of blood in the hairline next to his temple, see purple spots dance across his vision feel a substance being forced down his throat and gurgled having being weakened by the still running shower. "This will teach you."
The last thing he saw was the woman leave a note on a shelf before everything turned dark.