AN- Until further notice this will be a series of flash fictions, mostly PWP. I might add a plot later if people are interested, but if so odds are this will still be a non-linear tale between magic lala whatever. Tell me what you think, and enjoy.

-Cry Wolf-

The First Night

Crocodile fell asleep at about one in the morning, leaving the front door unlocked and the door just slightly ajar, letting the moonlight seep its way through the thin crack. He was not afraid of intruders. He had his ways of dealing with those that dare to invade his personal space.

Around three in the morning he was curled on his side of the bed, managing to get some REM resting after some worry (not that he would ever admit to such) about Doflamingo's whereabouts. Several years of nomadic behavior between the two of them had left Crocodile unaccustomed to household living, and though he was able to blend in well within civilized society, there was some doubt that his younger, more energetic lover was capable of the same.

He awoke to the sounds of scratching at the front door.

Crocodile opened his eyes halfway, staring at the wall as he listened and waited. Quick, light steps raced across the living room. He could make out the distinct sound of padded steps, claws grazing against the hard floor. It wasn't until the sounds temporarily ceased; only to be replaced by heavier, fleshy steps did he finally close his eyes.

Crocodile heard the steps enter the bedroom.

"Are you awake?" a low, hushed voice asked.

Crocodile sighed into the pillow. "Stupid question," he remarked.

The bed shook as a larger body crawled on top. Crocodile opened his eyes again and stared into the dark room, taking in the scent of sweat and earthiness. He wasn't too bothered by it. Better than the smell of pollution and garbage he had worried about when Doflamingo changed some hours prior.

"Had fun?" Crocodile asked rhetorically.

He felt large hands grab on to the covers. Crocodile looked over at the large silhouette that sat next to him. The shadowy figure stared out the open window.

"What are you doing?" Crocodile tiredly asked.

"Counting down," Doflamingo responded.

"What?"

Doflamingo looked down at his tired companion, grinning wide and bearing dangerously white teeth. "Don't worry yet."

Crocodile yawned. He held on to his pillow while Doflamingo yanked away at the covers.

"Did you leave a mess?" the older man asked.

Doflamingo chuckled. "Afraid I might have killed something?"

"We have wood flooring," Crocodile said as an excuse.

Doflamingo moved up on all fours, his body right above Crocodile's. Crocodile stared up at two blue eyes. They were such hungry eyes.

"I killed nothing," Doflamingo muttered. His hand slid up and down Crocodile's bare chest.

Crocodile could see the grime that collected underneath the man's nails. "I left nothing but some earth," Doflamingo said with a smile.

He lowered his head, resting against Crocodile's neck. Doflamingo inhaled through his nose, taking in the older man's scent, his chest filling with powerful desires.

"You smell good." Hands grabbed on to Crocodile's sides. Hot breath exhaled against Crocodile's bare neck, causing him to shiver.

"You smell like dirt," Crocodile sarcastically responded. He heard Doflamingo chuckle lustfully.

The moon's light permeated through the curtain gaps. "Don't think about changing," Crocodile warned.

"I wouldn't dare."

Doflamingo grabbed the older man's hips, lifting them up as he lowered himself, his fingernails digging slightly into pale flesh. He could make out the slight sounds of discomfort from his partner as he pressed his fingers roughly against muscle. Doflamingo refrained from growling in delight as he began to take control of the body beneath him.

Doflamingo dipped his tongue in to Crocodile neck, lapping up the subtle taste of sweat. He could smell the blood pumping faster through the older man's veins. He felt Crocodile's arm wrap around his neck, Crocodile face coming closer to his own. Doflamingo couldn't help but close his eyes when Crocodile's lips met his, his face burning hot as Crocodile's hand slid further down the sheets to make torturous contact with Doflamingo's sensitive member.

The blond nipped at the base of Crocodile's neck, moaning slightly while Crocodile's thumb pressed against the tip of his manhood.

Doflamingo hissed. "I'm going to fuck you."

Crocodile stretched his fingers out, attempting to cover the majority of Doflamingo's erect penis before giving it a good squeeze. He watched the younger man writhe in playful agony and smiled when he felt something warm begin to drip down his thumb.

"Are you?" Crocodile asked, feigning an uninterested tone.

Doflamingo growled. Crocodile felt the blond's two hands slide across his legs, suddenly spreading them wide in a very unseemly matter, the act causing Crocodile to let go of Doflamingo's erection. Two blue eyes glowed under the moonlight, exposing an energy that wasn't human or animal. If it were anyone else Crocodile might have been afraid.

Doflamingo lifted himself away, quickly repositioning himself, hands firmly grasping Crocodile's flesh, hoisting him up so that Crocodile could feel his heated member press against his unprepared opening.

"What do you think?" Doflamingo asked. He sounded absolutely evil at the moment. Crocodile could feel himself begin to burn with excitement.

"Impress me," Crocodile replied with a semi nervous smirk.

"I should fuck you right now," Doflamingo started, pressing himself further against Crocodile. He felt Crocodile reflexively back away from the painful sensation and laughed. He pressed his head against his lover's and finished, "I should fuck you like a bitch."

Doflamingo finished laughing and stared at two piercing gold eyes.

"What do you have to say to that?" he asked.

Crocodile peered down between his spread legs and caught a glimpse of what was to come. It was almost four in the morning and he just knew he wasn't going to get sleep for the rest of the morning.

"Can you make me finish with that?" Crocodile asked cynically.

Doflamingo smiled. "You're just so damn cocky."

"But?"

"But I like that about you." Doflamingo grabbed Crocodile by the chin and pulled him in for another kiss. "But I'm going to make you hurt for that."

Doflamingo began to suck on Crocodile's lower lip, nipping at the soft flesh while his hands wandered back down and caressed heated skin. He listened to Crocodile's breathing, his own heart rate matching up with each breath while a hand grabbed hold of the other man's erection, gripping and massaging it torturously slow.

Crocodile's arm rewrapped around Doflamingo's neck, the one hand lifting him up closer to the other man, trying his best to make more sensual oral contact. The blond stared down at the two gold eyes and, remembering the snide remark from before, grabbed Crocodile and forced him back down on the bed. He made sure the man was still latched on to him before readjusting himself and, without a given warning, forced himself into Crocodile.

"Fuck!" Crocodile grabbed Doflamingo, arching his back from the sudden pain spreading inside of him. Doflamingo could feel Crocodile's legs rub against his body, the sensation alone causing him to forget about any concern and start thrusting unforgivingly into the older man.

It was hot and tight and damn near unbearable. Nothing stopped Doflamingo from continuing his rapid pace, making sure that he left the head inside with each pull, and making sure every last inch of him was covered when he pushed himself back in. And with every thrust Crocodile responded, loudly, physically. Doflamingo could feel the older man's muscles contract around him from pleasure and pain. Each sharp moan made every second all the more intense.

Doflamingo huffed. "So damn good!" He grabbed Crocodile by the buttocks and gave the cheeks a hard squeeze, pushing him up further so that his stomach could rub against Crocodile's neglected man hood.

"Do I hurt?" Doflamingo asked while giving another rough thrust into Crocodile. He felt muscles quiver around him. He smirked. "I feel good, don't I?"

"Don't let it get to your head," Crocodile huffed.

"Well, it's all bout to come to head soon," Doflamingo purred. He stuck out his tongue and lapped at Crocodile's neck, tasting hot sweat and reveling in it before giving another thrust. He waited until Crocodile finished reacting from it and smirked. "You're about to come," he warned.

"Am I? Not if you just keep talking."

Doflamingo frowned a little, pinching one of Crocodile's cheeks until the man hissed at him. He shoved his cock deep inside, pulling nearly all the way out and listening to the sounds of his and Crocodile loud moans before ramming right back inside of the man. He could feel a hot coil build up inside of him, causing him to move at a more rapid pace, making his focus less on causing Crocodile pain and more on trying to finish deep inside of him. He let go of Crocodile's reddened flesh and grabbed hold of his stiff manhood, frantically rubbing it as he felt himself reach closer to orgasm.

He felt Crocodile finish first; His sharp cry followed by hot fluid squirting out and hitting him on the stomach and chest for a few seconds, just a few seconds before Doflamingo pushed himself deep inside and felt a wonderful rush of pleasure and energy release from him and into his lover. It was a wave of euphoria washing over his being.

Doflamingo sighed through his teeth, his body shaking as he let the aftermath of their mad fucking sink in. He listened to the sounds Crocodile made underneath him, his heartbeat, his gasping for air, the body moving about on the bed until it could make sense of what was going on.

He stared at the curtained window, making out the edges of the full moon between the gap. He peered down at Crocodile, who by now had moved back to his side of the bed, still breathing hard, still shivering from the contact.

"I want to see it," Doflamingo said.

"Hmm?"

Doflamingo flopped back down on the bed, getting closer to Crocodile until his face was inches away from the other. "Let me see it," he said, smiling eagerly. "I want to see what we made."

Crocodile stared back at him, looking neither concerned nor interested. He rested on his back, lifting his right hand up just above his chest, all fingers and thumb stretched out in all directions. Doflamingo inched closer; resting himself right next to the older man, staring at the hand while sparks flickered at the center of the palm.

He watched in silence as the sparks came together, light gathering round the center, growing rapidly to about the size of an apple. It was pure energy radiating, a small sphere circling and hovering about the palm that brought a strange excitement to Doflamingo.

But after a few seconds it began to dim, and after a few more seconds it dissipated into nothingness.

Doflamingo rested his head against his pillow. He closed his eyes, trying to once again envision the energy that he and Crocodile had created, where it might have gone since Crocodile did not take it for himself.

"What were you counting down to?" he heard Crocodile tiredly ask.

Doflamingo turned, staring back at two lazy gold eyes.

"You'll see," he responded with a clever grin, moving up closer to the older man before finally coming to rest.

The sun was rising. Warm, range light replaced the pale moonlight as it began to leak into the bedroom.

Crocodile stared at the yellow and orange colored wall. The sounds of chirping serenity made him question his new living situation. "This is strange."

"You're not used to being so relaxed," he heard Doflamingo mutter. Crocodile winced when he felt a long fingers twist their way into his hair. "But you'll get used to it." He felt a dull tug. Crocodile recoiled, growling when he felt thin lips press against his neck.

"All witches must nest sometime."

Crocodile frowned. "Don't use that word," he hissed.

Doflamingo chuckled. The hands slipped out of Crocodile's hair, sliding down past his shoulders and latching around his body.

"Which one?" Doflmainog asked. "The one that implies your true nature…or the one that implies settling down?"

"I mean it, Doffy."

"Oh. Yes Sir," Doflamingo whispered into Crocodile's ear. "But only because you called me that."

An hour later Crocodile pulled himself free from his sleeping lover, leaving the bedroom and entering his new kitchen, welcomed with the sight of dried mud caked to the floor in the form of many large paw prints.