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Mihawk got bored easily. It had always been like this and had only worsened once he'd honed his skills far enough that he no longer needed to worry about injuries or death in battle. It was both a blessing and a curse as it led him to seek excitement elsewhere, often with unexpected results.
Before anything happened between them, he'd already known Doflamingo for multiple years. As fellow Warlords, they were required to sit in meetings together even if Doflamingo often discarded that expectation and made up some flimsy excuse as to why he had to be absent.
It didn't bother Mihawk—he wasn't responsible for his colleagues. Still, if there was a task that required the presence of two Warlords he preferred to be paired with someone dependable like Crocodile or Hancock.
However, today Mihawk didn't get a choice in the matter. He'd been told to team up with Doflamingo, with strict instructions to not return before the mission had been successfully finished. Mihawk had an inkling they were sending him along just to babysit Doflamingo and make sure he didn't create more destruction than he prevented.
Not a task he cherished but perhaps it would offer a challenge, at least. With Yoru securely strapped to his back, Mihawk made his way to the harbor where Doflamingo's garish ship already waited, impossible to overlook.
"Mihawk, what a pleasure," Doflamingo greeted him with his signature leer as Mihawk stepped onboard.
"Yes, likewise," he said, keeping his tone flat.
"Bit of a trip to our destination, who knows, we might have some fun on the way."
Mihawk frowned. Was he being propositioned? Doflamingo wasn't a bad-looking man, he'd noted it on many occasions. Hard not to when the man flaunted his body like that and bragged about his sexual conquests whenever he drank more than a glass of alcohol.
That didn't mean Mihawk had ever seriously considered doing it with Doflamingo but now that the thought had been planted into his head, it proved surprisingly difficult to banish.
Mihawk was escorted to his own private cabin that he had no plans of leaving anytime soon. He spent a good hour reading the book he'd brought along and then took a long nap, unable to resist the softness of his bed. You had to give it to Doflamingo, he was an expert in luxury if nothing else.
By the time evening rolled around, Mihawk was hungry enough to reconsider his conviction to stay put and when he was summoned to Doflamingo's quarters he accepted, if with some trepidation.
But with Yoru keeping him company, there was little Doflamingo could do beyond irritate and bore him. That was one good thing about bringing his sword everywhere, people started expecting it and never asked him to leave it behind. Also made it look less like he was intimidated enough to bring a weapon along, no, Yoru was just part of his being at this point.
"Just in time for dinner!" Doflamingo announced as Mihawk entered the room. "Hope you don't mind me picking the dish."
Mihawk shrugged. "As long as there's wine."
Doflamingo chuckled at that. "The most important part of any meal."
They were served their plates by a pretty, young girl who didn't seem to know which of them to be more wary of. Mihawk hoped it was simply because of their reputation and Doflamingo hadn't done anything to warrant it.
At least there was nothing to complain about when it came to the food—the steak was perfectly cooked and the wine had to have been specifically picked to compliment it.
They ate mostly in silence, a rare treat with someone like Doflamingo who loved the sound of their own voice. Mihawk refrained from complimenting the meal, Doflamingo's ego didn't need any further stroking. Besides, it wasn't like he'd personally cooked the dish, anyway.
"Care for some dessert?" Doflamingo finally asked once the plates had been cleared away.
"If you've got more where this came from, then certainly," Mihawk said, shaking the now empty wine bottle.
"You're so predictable, Mihawk. I was thinking something more… unorthodox."
"I'm sure you were. Don't even think I'll consider it sober."
If the wine selection was to be the best part of this trip Mihawk was determined to take full advantage, no matter what else he got in the process. Even if it ended up jeopardizing his judgment, something that was probably already in the process of happening, seeing as his eyes kept darting to Doflamingo's bare chest.
How long had it been since he'd gotten laid, anyway? Mihawk never had trouble finding a partner but sometimes it wasn't worth the hassle since it so often ended with people trying to kill him, sometimes even before he'd gotten any action.
When the new bottle arrived, a different brand but just as expensive as the previous one, Mihawk filled his glass as full as he could without spilling any.
"That's classy," Doflamingo commented and then proceeded to demonstrate his deep understanding of the concept by untying his own pants and pushing his hand inside.
Mihawk observed as Doflamingo started stroking himself, not letting his blank expression slip while he sipped his wine. There was no doubt Doflamingo would've loved to see some reaction from Mihawk but he was too obnoxious to be granted such a treat.
If he wanted to jerk off in front of Mihawk then he wasn't going to stop it. It was free entertainment as long as Doflamingo didn't try to order Mihawk on his knees or something equally regrettable. Moreover, Mihawk couldn't deny that he'd had a fleeting curious thought about the size of the man's dick. He was tall as a tree, surely the equipment matched?
Doflamingo was taking his time with the reveal though, staring at Mihawk from behind those tacky glasses while touching himself, as if seeing Mihawk sitting there, fully clothed with a glass of wine, was somehow arousing to him.
"You ever planning on showing us the goods?" Mihawk asked, making sure not to sound too eager.
Doflamingo raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so you are interested?"
"Well, if I'm expected to watch I'd rather have a show."
"You don't want to participate?"
"Not particularly," Mihawk said.
He'd expected Doflamingo to object, maybe insist on it since they were on his ship after all, and what else was there to do?
Instead, he smirked. "I like that."
Doflamingo pushed his pants down enough to pull out his cock and for a second Mihawk had to struggle not to choke on the sip of wine he had in his mouth because what Doflamingo was packing was enormous.
Mihawk couldn't stop himself from staring, shocked and quite impressed, which Doflamingo didn't miss. "Impressive, huh?"
He got up, circling the table till he was practically poking Mihawk in the face, making it even harder to ignore him. "You can touch it, you know."
"How generous," Mihawk drawled, doing his best to sound unaffected by the situation.
"Here," Doflamingo said, using his powers to pull a book from the shelf and slam it in front of Mihawk. "You like books, I don't mind if you read while you touch me."
Mihawk frowned. "Is this a fetish thing?"
"Does it matter?"
Mihawk would have to ask Crocodile. He knew him and Doflamingo had… history. To be honest, Mihawk had always assumed Doflamingo's taste in the bedroom wouldn't be entirely traditional because nothing about him was.
Still, he'd expected more violence, maybe the use of his freaky string power to try and tie Mihawk down. Not… this. Whatever this was.
But Mihawk didn't see a reason to turn down the request if a handjob was all that was expected of him. Truth be told, he wanted to get his hands on Doflamingo's dick—it might just be the best part of him.
And with this setup, it felt more like Doflamingo was the one being humiliated, not Mihawk. He opened the book and leafed through the first pages to get past the title and the foreword.
Mihawk didn't know whether Doflamingo had picked a random book or if his choice had some deeper meaning and he wasn't going to ask. It was a poetry book and he started reading the first poem while reaching one hand toward Doflamingo.
It was surreal but Mihawk’s fingers couldn't even fully wrap around the shaft and he could almost hear Doflamingo's smug grin at that. Mihawk didn't give him the satisfaction of even looking up from his book as he started stroking.
Usually, it would've been hard not to look at his partner but something about this whole scenario was doing things to him too. Perhaps it was just the fact that it was something so strange, or maybe Mihawk just had an automatic reaction to holding a hard cock in his hand, but regardless of the reason his own pants started to feel tight as well.
Doflamingo was breathing hard but otherwise blessedly silent. Mihawk almost wanted to commend him on picking a book so well read it stayed easily open on its own and he was able to use his free hand to keep working on his glass of wine.
Mihawk was making slow progress with the book, understandable given the situation, but the few poems he'd gotten through weren't bad. Emotional and evocative, he'd have to look up the author later.
He was startled as Doflamingo placed a hand on his shoulder for purchase. Mihawk shook him off.
"Don't touch me."
The line seemed to work on Doflamingo, he pulled in a sharp breath and Mihawk could feel his cock throb in his hand. Wouldn't take much more to take him over the edge.
Mihawk turned another page, not even having to pretend to be absorbed in the text because he was somehow managing that genuinely. The rhythm of his strokes was uneven and his grip on Doflamingo's dick a little loose—it was probably the sloppiest handjob he'd ever given and still Doflamingo rocked into his hold with increasing enthusiasm.
“Ah, Mihawk,” Doflamingo grunted and spilled all over Mihawk’s hand.
He almost knocked over his glass in his haste to reach for a napkin to catch the rest of the mess before it could drip on his clothes lest he be forced to borrow something from Doflamingo’s wardrobe.
"I think it's only right I reciprocate," Doflamingo said after he’d caught his breath, leaning into Mihawk's personal space. "I'd hate to be called a bad host."
"There's really no need—"
Doflamingo was already on the floor, kneeling between Mihawk's legs and ignoring his protests. Well, whatever. He was hard and this way he wouldn't have to take care of it himself.
Once Doflamingo got Mihawk's cock out he got right to work, wisely saying nothing about their size difference. Although it was hard to even feel self-conscious, Doflamingo was inhuman, it would’ve been like feeling short next to a giant.
Had he been asked, Mihawk would've said he pegged Doflamingo as a selfish lover but right now he was giving Mihawk his full focus, swallowing him down and using that long tongue to give the blowjob of a lifetime. Maybe he was showing off, maybe he was always like this, Mihawk didn't care.
He didn't really care about anything except that hot mouth wrapped around him, not faltering even when Mihawk lost his self-restraint and thrust into it, unable to stay still.
Somehow Doflamingo didn't choke but accepted the intrusion and even encouraged Mihawk to keep rocking his hips, to fuck Doflamingo's throat till he could no longer stand it and climaxed with a hoarse cry, Doflamingo swallowing every last drop.
"Good?" Doflamingo asked smugly as Mihawk collapsed back into the chair.
Mihawk made a vague sound, his brain still not having fully recovered. “Thanks.”
Doflamingo barked out a laugh. “My mom would’ve liked you. Such good manners.”
If she was anything like Doflamingo, Mihawk wasn’t sure he’d want to meet. And he certainly didn’t want to discuss anyone’s mother when his dick was still hanging out of his pants.
“I need more wine.”