07

No!

Doflamingo's legs stepped fast forward to the burnt house and about to push passed police officers when one of them stopped him.

"Excuse me, sir, but you can't go in." said the officer.

"Do tell me where this house owner is right now," demanded Doflamingo as he walked pass the officer and toward the house but got stopped by an arm.

"You cannot go in, sir," repeated the officer as he tighten his hold on Doflamingo's arm.

"Step aside, officer." He warned.

"But-"

"Step aside!" the model jerked his arm back hard enough to made the other stumbled forward. Then he continued to march to the burnt house.

"Doffy!"

That voice stopped the model's feet at track.

It was Kuzan's voice.

Doflamingo turned toward the ambulance's direction and saw who he was looking for there. Kuzan was sitting at the back of the ambulance, small blanket on his shoulders with hot cocoa mug in his hand, and beside him sat an unknown –drunken-look guy with the same accessories.

He sighed in relief before walked toward Kuzan, "what happened?"

"Well, this drunken idiot found this house and something went on in that shitty little brain of his and, wala!, house was on fire," An officer who was standing next to the two explained in short.

"Oh, thanks, officer," Doflamingo waited until the officer walked off, then crossed his arm above his chest, nodded and eyed the drunken guy whose seem to be fully conscious now, before he turned to Kuzan. The guy just nodded his head as a confirmation. Doflamingo looked at some objects in Kuzan's hands (apart from the mug) and spot some slightly burnt sketch books and small bag at his back. "What are those things?"

"Important stuffs," replied Kuzan.

The model frown, "what so important about those stuffs anyway that you had to get in the burning house?"

Kuzan did not answer. Instead, he emptied the mug and sighed before settle the mug down and got up, "let's get going."

"To where?" Doflamingo unfolded his arms.

"My friend's place," he said, "most of my belonging was ther-" Before he finished, Doflamingo already took the small bag for him and headed back to where his car is parked. Kuzan had to quickly follow the guy, one arm holding tightly on sketchbooks.

By the time the officer had noticed, both of them already left the crime scene without caring anything anymore.

Doflamingo was quiet the whole time he was driving, fast, and that worried Kuzan. He figured that the model might be angry but just not sure about the issue.

"Doffy," he tried to break the silent.

"….."

"…..I'm-"

Suddenly, the car stopped at the sideway, so harsh that the artist almost bang his head at the console. He did not had time to recover when a fist crush his face.

"What was that for!?" Kuzan's voice was loud with panic, covering his face with one hand.

"You fool!" shouted the model as he snatched the other's collar and eye-to-eye with him, "what did you think? Running into the burning house just to grab those so-called important stuffs? Was that worth it? What if you-agh! Damnit!" he pushed Kuzan aside, caused the guy fall back into his seat, before turned his head away with furious.

"I….I'm sorry. My only thought, at that moment, was that I cannot lose any important things again."

"But they're just stuffs!" Doflamingo roared, "and what if you didn't make it!?"

"They're your stuffs!"

"How da hell they're mine!?"

Kuzan answered by threw open the sketchbooks for the blond to see. Every pages of them were full of drawing of Doflamingo in different angles and positions.

The blond was stunned. "My….drawing…..all of them?"

Kuzan just nodded.

"…"

"And I made it. I got out from the house in time and with these stuffs."

"…"

Silent filled the car. None of them talked or say anything for a while until the artist was the one who made a first move by extended his free hand to grabbed the model at the back of his neck and pull him into an apologize kiss.

"I'm sorry, ok?" He said.

"Fuck you," Doflamingo's hands came up to wrapped around the other's neck, slightly squeeze it, "really, fuck you." Then he kissed him back, hard, hands slowly released Kuzan's neck and wrapped his arms around the guy tightly. He too, did not want to lose anyone that important again.

Kuzan smiled and returned the embrace.

They arrived at Smoker's place in the late afternoon. Smoker was both surprised and shocked to see the famous model in his residence that he could not stop himself from asking the blond for autographs and, of course, selfie. All three guys had a home-made dinner together (Smoker's treat) peacefully, followed by the match watching on TV. When the game ended late at night, Smoker just went straight to his bedroom to sleep, left the love birds alone on their own.

Kuzan leaned against the seat on sofa with Doflamingo leaning against him.

"How about your leg? Is it still in good shape?" Doflamingo asked and he meant the artificial one.

"Yes. Luckily it did not bent or spoil," replied Kuzan.

"Hey, Kuzan."

"Huh?"

"After this, you go and pack all of your stuffs, ok?"

"After wha-!?" Kuzan's eyes widen when the model was on him all of sudden, smirking.

Doflamingo wasted no time to unbutton both of his shirt and Kuzan's. His partner quickly grabbed his naughty hands.

"Are we doing it here?"

"Why? What's wrong with it?"

"What if Smoker walk in on us?"

Doflamingo laughed softly as he licked his own lips devilishly, "fufufu, do I look like I care?"

"….Do as you please then, my prince." The artist just lay still and let the blond did whatever he wanted to with them and their clothes. "By the way, why should I pack all of my belongings after this?"

"You're going to leave this small place and moving in with me by tomorrow." Was a statement, not a question or an answer.

"Moving-in!?" His breath became unstable when he felt the hot mouth on him, took him in slowly. "B…but how about….your fans and paparazzi? They're not gonna…..like it."

"Screw them," the blond's head was bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm. "You heard me."

"….Right…" Kuzan's hands were at the back of Doflamingo's head, grabbing. Eyes closed, mouth slightly parted, heavily panting. And not for long, he gritted his teeth, and came in his partner's oral cavity.

Doflamingo swallowed every bit of it, then sat back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Dof-"

"Oh, shut up and come on in already," said the model as he put one of his feet on the other's crotch and pressed. Crimson eyes staring at the artist face seductively. Well, could say that he was extremely horny right now.

Kuzan threw away anything or sentences that he wanted to say and flipped them so now he was on top.

"My turn now."

Doflamingo giggled while wrapped his legs around his artist's neck, "As you wish, sir."

And that whole night, Smoker had a hard time falling asleep due to the noisy interference which came from the living room.

++ FIN ++

A/N : Last chapter finally! Sorry for a very slow update and keep you waiting. Enjoy and thanks for reading and comments! ^^