Crocodile laughed at his suggestion. "What's with this bribery?" He sipped at his fifth glass of wine and set it down on the table to focus on another cigar.

"No bribery. Come over here," Doflamingo beckoned with a smirk.

"Please, Doflamingo, you are not my type," Crocodile joked. He took a puff of his cigar and pretended to inspect his rings.

"Fufufufu. What are you getting at, Crocodile?" Doflamingo taunted.

"Just a disclaimer," he replied coolly. He hiccupped.

Doflamingo leaned forward to look incredulously at Crocodile's face. Crocodile could not hide his heavy eyelids. "What are you doing?" he muttered.

"You're drunk!" Doflamingo flicked a finger at one of Crocodile's earrings.

Crocodile swatted at his hand belatedly. "Am not," he said.

"Yes, you are. What a lightweight," Doflamingo teased. "Come here, Crocodile."

With a twitch of fingers, Crocodile felt strings tugging him in Doflamingo's direction, and he gritted his teeth, but they loosened just as quickly as they had begun to pull. Then again: a begging tug and apologetic release.

Another set of strings pulled at his shoulders more politely, and as soon, released them. Finally, Crocodile shifted to face the man, draping his arm over the back of the couch. He surveyed Doflamingo for signs of deception, but the man's small turn of his smile was unmoving. The man sat perched in his seat as still as a statue. Finally, Doflamingo cocked his head to the side and murmured, "Please."

Crocodile smoothed a loose strand of hair back into its place. He wished he could see where the eyes behind those glasses gazed. He stood.

Doflamingo's chin tilted up towards Crocodile's approaching figure. It was Crocodile's turn to loom over the taller man, whose vision filled with the fur-trimmed coat that pooled around his shoulders. He stopped mere inches from Doflamingo's knees, gazing down at him, and took an unconcerned drag on his cigar. Doflamingo, at eye level with Crocodile's belt, stretched a hand up to tug at one loose coat sleeve. It brought the other man to bend downward, confronting him through heavily boozed lids and a cloud of smoke, supporting himself with one hand on the back of the couch. "Doflamingo."

The blonde reached for the scruff of the coat and quickly pushed it off of Crocodile's shoulders.

"Give me back my coat, fool," Crocodile gathered, but stopped when Doflamingo stood and slipped a hand over Crocodile's shoulder and dipped his lips towards the man's ear.

"I think it's dreadfully dull," he whispered, head bent low over the smaller man's collar, and he dragged his bottom lip up the long, muscular neck. Crocodile shuddered and caught Doflamingo's loose shirt with his hook. He jerked the man by his shirt as far back from himself as possible. Doflamingo had since caught Crocodile's hair in his own fingers and pulled him back in, running his lips across the hairline at the base of his neck. Crocodile sucked in another sudden breath at the touch. The larger man permitted his long tongue to caress the tendons in Crocodile's neck, to which Crocodile let out a gasp. The blonde's hot breath fanned the wetted skin, further inciting the smaller man's breathing to hitch. Crocodile wrapped his right arm over Doflamingo's back, pawing for support as his knees buckled in response to the tongue on his collar bone.

Heat rushed to Crocodile's cheeks as he reckoned with the fragile position he had been resigned to, clinging to Doflamingo's torso, and the latter assaulting his neck with wet lips. Meanwhile Doflamingo's hands had assigned themselves to Crocodile's lower back for support, and the other to his jaw, cupped more gently and lifted to reveal access to his neck. Crocodile let out an angered groan when Doflamingo bit the tight muscle on his shoulder. He let go of Doflamingo's torso and instead hooked his neck with the left arm, and gripped the man's jaw with his right hand, twisting and pulling him hard into the floor. Crocodile leaned over Doflamingo's face, peering into the purple shades, and breathed a heavy grimace before encompassing the man's lips in his own. Doflamingo tasted the expensive tobacco and wine on Crocodile's lips and grinned into the fierce kiss that threatened to suffocate him.

Crocodile pulled away from Doflamingo's face and lifted himself from the man's chest. "Some dinner party," Crocodile gasped, collecting his forgotten cigar from the smoldering carpet, "Damn bird." Doflamingo propped himself up with one arm and reached the other to cup Crocodile's jaw again, pulling him into another kiss.

"You ripped- -my shirt," Doflamingo said in between kisses. "You either- -owe me- -a new shirt- or -"

"I'm not buying you a new shirt!" Crocodile snapped and broke the series of kisses.

"Fufufufufufu!" Doflamingo leaned back on his elbows to gaze at Crocodile straddling him. Strands of hair cluttered his face, a couple of buttons on his own shirt had been released, and his neck scarf was hanging out of one side of the collar. It dropped into his lap. "You're a mess," Doflamingo chuckled.

Crocodile tossed the scarf aside and dove forward, hooking his shirt again from under his arm, and this time ripping it clean in half across the back. Doflamingo growled. "OI, it wasn't cheap, you know!" He caught Crocodile's neck in his large fist and sat up completely, pinning him onto his back by his throat, feet still planted on either side of Doflamingo's hips. He plucked the cigar from Crocodile's fingers and tossed it at the ashtray.

"No more of that, Crocodile," he scolded. Crocodile huffed in disappointment but his exhale was cut off by the blonde's lips again, without mercy. And when Doflamingo needed air, he found that he could not pull away, as Crocodile's hand and hook had locked themselves around the blonde's neck again. They released finally, and Doflamingo gulped a few desperate breaths before returning to his companion's lips. His hands meanwhile trailed lazily down Crocodile's trembling torso and slipped under the open fabric. Crocodile twitched under his touch.

"You're ticklish?!" Doflamingo said, pausing for an answer. Crocodile growled back, but took the opportunity to drag Doflamingo's hand down his eager abdomen. His earlier inhibitions had dissolved, and what a relief it was.

Doflamingo was thinking the same thing, but was still surprised by Crocodile's forwardness when the man laid the blonde's hand at his belt. Doflamingo curled his fingertips over the band of Crocodile's trousers before ghosting down the zipper. He traced the outline of Crocodile's contained arousal there, inciting a long, low whine from the man's lips, the sound of which brought Doflamingo to bite his own lip as he felt his blood rush south in a tidal wave. It was his turn to gasp in heated anticipation.

He had known he could have eventually coerced him by the end of the night, but the man underneath him was still clothed and was already bucking into Doflamingo's palm.