Chapter 14
Donquixote Doflamingo was currently staring unabashed at Crocodile.
Because A) The man’s fucking sexy, B) he’s getting bored of this warlord meeting, C) The man’s fucking sexy, D) and the way the man is just… existing is practically begging to be stared at, Doflamingo couldn’t peel his eyes away from Crocodile even if he wanted to.
Now get him straight, it’s not unusual for Crocodile to come to a warlord meeting dressed to the nines, Crocodile’s one out of three that do that, the other two being Dracule Mihawk and Boa Hancock, but everyone knows, everyone in the goddamn world knows that Crocodile is the king of the fashion police of the Grand Line.
And right now, on repeat in Doflamingo’s head that song ‘did I mistake you for a siren god’ is playing on loop as he just… stairs at Crocodile.
Cause this man! Lord, this man is fucking sexy!
Crocodile is currently leaning back in his chair, with One of his legs out stretched, a cigar loosely hanging from his lips as the smoke lazily drifts from his slightly parted lips, and around his head as he listens to Fleet Admiral Sengoku drone on about something. Crocodile dressed in a silk black button up, an emerald green male corset with darker shiny designs to look like crocodile scales, flared black dress pants, heeled black crocodile skin dress shoes. He had a black tie on that looked like it was made out of real black alligator skin. And a alligator skin belt with a quite large pure gold crocodile shaped belt buckle, with emeralds as the crocodiles’s eyes. He had a shit ton of jewelry, Gold, silver, Diamond, and jeweled rings, bracelets, necklaces, every goddamn piercing you could get in your ears, both side of his nostrils were double pierced, and he had a septum piercing, he had 1 inch stretched ears, and Chunk Snakebite piercings made out of gold, he had angel fangs piercing, Two matching Monroe piercings beside the angel fangs, surface under his right eye and dermal under the left eye, dimple piercings, and Golden and diamond studded fang grills. And Crocodile had make up on, he didn’t just have on make up he had on messy make, a deep sparkling Emerald green eyeshadow was under his bottom lash line that faded into black that went around his eyes like eyeliner, With a bit of smudged and messy eyeliner and pointed bottom lashes. And to finish the look he had on a open long fur coat that made him look like a sultry devil that could melt your underwear off with a single look.
And god Crocodile look so good he could make the devil himself question if he was straight!
Crocodile's gaze shifts to meet Doflamingo's stare and he raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth tugging up into a smug smirk. He knows he's the center of attention, and he loves it. Doflamingo's heart skips a beat, and his cheeks heat up. He quickly looks away, hoping no one noticed his blatant ogling. But, of course, Boa Hancock catches the exchange. She smirks, amusement sparkling in her eyes. She knows Doflamingo's type, and she's seen that look before.
But before anyone could say anything Fleet Admiral Sengoku had called for a break in the meeting, and almost instantly a handful of Young, nervous, looking marines and journalists walked up to Crocodile, the one leading the group, A young journalist with a mop of blonde hair tapped on crocodiles shoulder with a shaky. “Uhm, excuse me, Sir crocodile? I hate to impose on your time. But-but, we’ve been trying to get a new photo for your bounty poster and we were wondering since you’re here if you will be okay with us taking one!” She squeak, The words fumbling out of her mouth like a squirrel trying to get the last nut before winter.
Crocodile’s eyes cut the The group of Young men and women, journalists and marines alike. And he huffs, not bothering to get out of his Rolling chair chair, just merely turning to face the group of young adults. “Very well.” He murmured. And the journalist looked like she just won the lottery. Crocodile’s voice was like a smooth whiskey, it had a heavy Egyptian accent, and it was deep and seductive, sending shivers down everyone's spines.
The journalist took a few steps back, and on instinct, she accidentally said. “smile.”
And to everyone’s surprise crocodile actually smile, cigar is still hanging loosely from his lips but he smiled. But it wasn’t just a normal pirate smile. And Lord, please take the wheel again because oh my dear motherfucking God! That fucking small! That smile would make a Nun want to sin! Your knees wobble and give out underneath you! It was one of those just scrumdiddlyumptious fucking smiles! The type of smiles that are so mushy gushy and oh so Lord have mercy Jesus take the wheel so we don’t crash fucking hot! It was the type of smiles that just make you want to throw your underwear at them! And the Golden and diamond studded fang grills only added to the sex appeal of his smile.
The journalist snapped a few pictures of Crocodile smoking his cigar and smiling. She was so flustered by his smile she almost forgot to take the actual pictures of him. Crocodile’s smile grew wider as he watched her fumbling with her camera, his gaze never leaving hers.
The marines and journalists retreated quickly, their cheeks aflame. Crocodile took a puff of his cigar and leaned back in his chair.
Doflamingo felt his heart racing and his palms sweating. He had to get a grip on himself. He was a powerful warlord, not some lovesick teenager. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, his eyes darting around the room to avoid looking at Crocodile again. But it was like trying to resist the siren's call, he just couldn't.
Mihawk, sitting across the table, noticed Doflamingo's discomfort and couldn't help but chuckle. "Looks like someone's got a crush, Doflamingo," he murmured, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement.
Doflamingo shot him a glare, but it was too late to hide his feelings now. The room had gone quiet, and all eyes were on him. Crocodile's smirk grew, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He leaned forward, the emerald scales of his corset glinting in the light. "Is that so, Flamingo?" he drawled, the cigar bobbing up and down as he talked. "You do know I don't go for bird brains, right?"