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The Cross Guild’s base was always tense, like something violent was waiting just under the surface. Buggy was running his mouth—loud as usual—but Crocodile and Mihawk didn’t seem to care. Crocodile leaned back in his chair, cigar smoke curling around his face, while Mihawk sat with his eyes half-lidded, playing with a dagger that looked far too sharp for comfort.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” Crocodile muttered, glancing in Mihawk’s direction. There was something dark in his voice, like a challenge. He let the silence stretch out, savoring the tension before letting his eyes fall on the blade in Mihawk’s hand. “What, getting rusty?”

Mihawk’s lips twitched slightly, barely a smile. He set the dagger on the table, its tip carving into the wood as he dragged it in small circles. “I doubt it,” he replied, his voice low and cold, eyes never leaving Crocodile’s.

Buggy was watching now, too. There was something dangerous about how casual this all felt, the quiet threat hanging in the air like a storm about to break.

Crocodile raised an eyebrow, the edge of his hook tapping lazily against the table. He let the silence linger, watching Mihawk’s hands more than his eyes. “Care to test that theory?” he said, voice smooth but laced with a darker promise.

Mihawk’s gaze flicked up, meeting Crocodile’s. His hand stilled over the dagger, pressing it slightly deeper into the wood. “I’ve got no need to prove anything to you,” he said, calm as ever, though there was a glint in his eye that Buggy recognized—one that only showed up when things were about to get messy.

Crocodile leaned forward, his hook clinking against the table as he braced himself on it. The cigar dangled loosely from his lips, smoke curling through the dim light. “A shame. I always thought you’d look better with a few more scars.” His eyes gleamed as he said it, and Buggy couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

Mihawk gave a quiet chuckle, though there was no
humor in it. “Careful what you wish for.”

Before Crocodile could answer, Mihawk’s hand was back on the dagger, twirling it between his fingers with that casual grace that always seemed too controlled. Buggy felt his throat tighten. He hated when things got like this—when they were both too calm, like predators waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

“You know,” Crocodile said, standing slowly, “if you’re not going to use that, maybe I will.” His eyes flickered to the blade in Mihawk’s hand, and then lower, where the soft leather of his glove stretched over the skin. “Or we could try something more permanent.”

Mihawk’s eyes narrowed slightly, just a fraction, but he stood as well, stepping forward with slow, deliberate strides. His gaze stayed locked with Crocodile’s, both of them too proud to look away, too dangerous to back down.

Buggy tried to laugh it off, but his voice came out shaky. “Hey, hey, come on, no need for all that, right? We’re all friends here, yeah?”

Buggy’s nervous laughter hung in the air, his eyes darting between the two warlords. It was like watching two wild animals circle each other, and he had the sinking feeling he was about to get caught in the middle. He swallowed hard, trying to shake off the anxiety creeping up his spine.

Crocodile’s eyes shifted first, landing on Buggy with a look that was almost amused. “Friends?” he repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You really think this is that kind of arrangement?”

Mihawk didn’t even glance at Buggy, but the cold smirk pulling at the corner of his lips told him all he needed to know. Buggy’s heart raced. He hated when they ganged up on him like this.

“I—I mean,” Buggy stammered, waving his hands defensively, “no need for anyone to get cut up or branded or whatever the hell you’re planning.” He gave an exaggerated grin, hoping they’d let him off the hook. “We’re partners, yeah? Let’s keep it civil.”

Mihawk’s gaze flicked to Buggy now, slow and deliberate. “Civil?” he mused, voice dangerously soft. “You’ve never been one for civility, have you?”

Buggy’s grin faltered. “Hey, now, that’s not—”

Crocodile stepped closer, cutting off his words with a low chuckle. “Maybe you’re right, Mihawk,” he said, eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. “Buggy here could use a little lesson in respect.”

Buggy’s eyes widened. “Whoa, whoa, wait! Respect? I respect you! I respect both of you!” He backed up a step, trying to put some distance between himself and the two warlords, but the room suddenly felt a lot smaller.

Mihawk stood as still as ever, his fingers lazily twirling the dagger again. “If you truly respected us,” he said coolly, “you’d know better than to speak out of turn.” His eyes were locked on Buggy now, sharp and unreadable.

Crocodile’s hook tapped against the table again, this time with more purpose. “Perhaps we should remind him what happens when someone forgets their place.”

Buggy felt his stomach drop. He knew that look, knew where this was going. “Guys, come on,” he said, his voice high and tight. “No need to get all dramatic, right? We’re—ah!”

Before he could finish, Crocodile’s hand shot out, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him forward. The force of it knocked Buggy off balance, and suddenly he was face-to-face with Crocodile’s scarred, smirking face.

“You talk too much, Buggy,” Crocodile growled, his hook grazing the side of Buggy’s neck with deliberate slowness. “Let’s see if you scream just as loud.”

Buggy’s breath hitched as Crocodile’s hook grazed his neck, cold steel barely brushing his skin. His hands instinctively grabbed at Crocodile’s wrist, but the warlord was too strong, holding him in place with little effort. There was a darkness in Crocodile’s eyes, something that sent a shiver down Buggy’s spine, and not just out of fear.

“Now, now,” Crocodile murmured, his voice dangerously low, almost teasing. “You look nervous. But maybe you like being cornered like this.” He smirked, enjoying the way Buggy’s body stiffened. His fingers brushed against the soft skin just under Buggy’s chin, the pressure light, but full of threat.

Buggy swallowed hard, his face heating up. “L-Let’s not make this weird,” he muttered, his voice shaky, though his body betrayed him with the way it trembled under Crocodile’s touch. “You know I hate—”

“Quiet,” Crocodile interrupted, pushing his hook just a little closer to Buggy’s throat. The thin line of steel pressed against his pulse, not quite cutting, but enough to make Buggy’s breath catch.

On the other side of the room, Mihawk hadn’t moved, but his attention was fixed on them now. He was watching with a kind of quiet interest, his golden eyes flickering between Crocodile and Buggy like he was considering getting involved. The dagger in his hand spun slowly, a calculated, deliberate motion.

Crocodile leaned in closer, his breath hot against Buggy’s ear. “You’ve always been good for a laugh, Buggy, but I think it’s time you served a better purpose. Don’t you agree?”

Buggy’s mouth opened to protest, but no words came out, only a nervous gulp. His heart was racing, heat flushing through his face, and he hated how vulnerable he felt under Crocodile’s control. Worse, he hated how something about this situation was making him feel… something else entirely. There was a twisted thrill in the power Crocodile held over him, one he didn’t want to acknowledge but couldn’t quite shake.

Mihawk’s voice cut through the tension, calm but laced with amusement. “Careful, Crocodile. If you play too rough, he might fall apart before we’re finished.”

Buggy’s stomach twisted, his mind racing as Mihawk slowly rose from his seat. That cold, indifferent look in his eyes made Buggy’s heart pound even harder. “W-what are you planning?” Buggy stammered, trying to laugh it off again, but the sound was shaky and weak.

Crocodile’s grin widened, his hook tracing a slow, deliberate line down Buggy’s throat to his chest. “Just giving you a little reminder,” he said softly, the weight of his body pressing Buggy against the table behind him. “Of who’s really in control here.”

Buggy squirmed, but Crocodile’s grip tightened, leaving him trapped. The sharp edge of the hook dug in just enough to send a jolt of adrenaline—and something else—through him.

Buggy’s breath came faster, his chest rising and falling against the pressure of Crocodile’s body. The sharp edge of the hook was still teasing his skin, just enough to remind him of its presence, but not yet cutting. Crocodile’s free hand found its way to Buggy’s hip, pulling him even closer. There was something more than dominance in the way he touched him now—something that made Buggy’s pulse race for an entirely different reason.

“You’re shaking, Buggy,” Crocodile growled softly, his lips brushing against Buggy’s ear as he spoke. The low, gravelly tone of his voice sent a strange, dizzying heat through Buggy’s body. “What’s wrong? Not used to being at someone else’s mercy?”

Buggy swallowed hard, his hands gripping the table behind him for support, his mind racing in a mess of panic and arousal he didn’t want to admit. He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing coherent came out, just a breathless stammer. “I—this isn’t—”

Before he could finish, Mihawk was there, moving silently across the room to stand beside them. Buggy felt the brush of Mihawk’s long fingers at the side of his face, cool and controlled. The swordsman’s touch was light, but firm, guiding Buggy’s head to tilt upward, forcing him to meet his golden eyes. Buggy’s breath hitched at the sight of Mihawk’s sharp gaze so close, filled with a dark intensity that made him feel small, trapped between them.

“Crocodile’s right,” Mihawk murmured, his fingers trailing down Buggy’s jaw, tracing the line of his neck. “You talk too much.” His thumb pressed lightly against Buggy’s throat, the pressure just enough to make him feel the control, the subtle warning in every touch. “I think it’s time we find a better use for that mouth.”

Buggy’s pulse hammered, and he felt his body reacting in ways he couldn’t control, heat pooling low in his stomach. His mind was screaming at him to fight back, to make them stop—but his body wasn’t listening. Crocodile’s grip on his hip tightened, and Buggy felt himself drawn deeper into the warmth of their combined presence, the dangerous thrill of being at their mercy intoxicating him.

Mihawk leaned closer, his lips brushing the side of Buggy’s neck, just above where Crocodile’s hook rested. The sensation made Buggy shiver, the mix of cold steel and warm breath heightening the tension. “Tell me, Buggy,” Mihawk whispered, his voice low and smooth, “how long have you been waiting for this?”

Buggy’s throat tightened, and he wanted to deny it, wanted to laugh it off—but he couldn’t. Not with Mihawk’s hand pressing down on his neck, not with Crocodile’s body pinning him to the table, filling the space between them with heat and raw need.

Crocodile’s hand slid lower, his fingers digging into Buggy’s waist now, possessive. “He’s always been a coward,” Crocodile muttered, voice rough with desire. “Too scared to admit what he really wants.” His hook shifted, pulling slightly on Buggy’s shirt, exposing a strip of skin. The cold metal felt like a promise, like a warning of what was to come.

Buggy let out a shaky breath, his mind clouded with conflicting emotions. “I-I don’t…” he tried to speak, but Mihawk’s hand tightened just enough to make his voice catch in his throat.

“You don’t need to speak,” Mihawk said, his lips brushing against Buggy’s ear now, his hand moving lower, tracing down the length of Buggy’s chest. “Just feel.”

Crocodile pressed closer, his breath hot against Buggy’s neck, and Buggy’s whole body shuddered at the sensation. He could feel Crocodile’s need now, could sense it in the way his fingers gripped him harder, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. Buggy’s mind was spinning, the intensity of their touch overwhelming, and for a brief moment, he let himself give in, let himself want it too.

“We’re not done until we leave our mark,” Crocodile whispered, and Buggy’s pulse quickened at the implication. “You’ll remember this, Buggy. You’ll remember us.”

Mihawk’s lips curled into a dangerous smile as he leaned in, their bodies pressing Buggy between them. “You’re ours now,” Mihawk murmured, his voice thick with hunger. “Whether you admit it or not.”

Buggy’s heart raced as the words hung heavy in the air, a mix of fear and undeniable desire swirling within him. He felt utterly trapped, and yet, the way they hovered so close, their bodies practically fused together, ignited a hunger he hadn’t expected.

Crocodile’s gaze flicked to Buggy’s lips, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “You want this, don’t you?” he asked, the rough edge of his voice sending another thrill through Buggy. “You want us to claim you.”

Buggy couldn’t deny it. Something deep inside him surged at the idea, the notion of surrendering completely to their dominance. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. He hesitated, words caught in his throat, but before he could think it through, Crocodile leaned in, capturing Buggy’s lips in a searing kiss.

It was rough and demanding, filled with the intensity of a thousand unspoken desires. Crocodile’s mouth moved against Buggy’s with a fervor that made his head spin, each push and pull of their lips igniting a fire within him. Buggy melted into it, a soft sound escaping him as he felt the warmth of Crocodile’s body enveloping him.

Mihawk, not to be left out, leaned closer, his breath ghosting over Buggy’s cheek as he watched the scene unfold. The sight of his two partners together stirred something primal within him, and he couldn’t resist the urge to join. He pressed forward, brushing his lips against Buggy’s other side, trailing soft kisses along his jawline.

“Let yourself feel,” Mihawk murmured against Buggy’s skin, his voice a deep, sultry whisper that sent shivers down Buggy’s spine. “We’re going to make sure you remember this.”

Crocodile deepened the kiss, his hands moving to cup Buggy’s face, tilting it just the right way as he consumed him. Buggy’s fingers found their way into Crocodile’s hair, pulling him closer as if he could merge them together. A gasp escaped him as Mihawk’s lips found the sensitive skin just below his ear, planting soft kisses that ignited a spark of pleasure.

Buggy’s breath quickened, desire coiling tightly in his stomach. It felt reckless, but in that moment, all he wanted was to drown in the sensations—each kiss, each touch, filling him with a wild rush. He surrendered to the heat, to the way they made him feel wanted and needed, a primal instinct taking over as he leaned into them, craving more.

Crocodile pulled back slightly, his breath mingling with Buggy’s as their eyes locked, the tension thick between them. “You taste good,” he growled, his voice low and rough, laced with desire. “But I think we can make you taste even better.”

Mihawk smirked, leaning in to capture Buggy’s lips again, the kiss filled with a fierce hunger that left Buggy breathless. “You have no idea what you’re in for,” he promised, his hand trailing down Buggy’s side, fingers dancing over his skin, igniting sparks of pleasure that made Buggy gasp against his lips.

With both of them hovering over him, Buggy couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe; all that existed was the heat and the pleasure coursing through him, the way they made him feel utterly desired. In that moment, he was lost between them, trapped in a world where pain and pleasure blurred, where he craved their touch more than anything else.

As Buggy surrendered to the sensations swirling around him, he felt the world outside their embrace fade away. The heat between them intensified, each kiss deeper, each touch more urgent. Crocodile’s hands roamed over Buggy’s body, exploring every inch as if he were a treasure to be unearthed.

“Let go,” Crocodile murmured, his lips brushing against Buggy’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. “Just trust us.”

Mihawk’s gaze darkened with lust as he watched the two of them, a predatory smile forming on his lips. “He needs a little encouragement,” Mihawk said, his voice smooth and commanding. He shifted closer, his presence radiating an undeniable power that made Buggy’s heart race.

Before Buggy could respond, Mihawk captured his chin, tilting his face upward to meet his gaze. “You’re not going to resist us, are you?” he asked, his voice low and sultry.

Buggy’s breath caught in his throat, and he shook his head slightly, the vulnerability of the moment sending another wave of heat through him. “No,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to.”

Crocodile’s lips curled into a smirk, and he leaned in closer, the warmth of his body radiating against Buggy’s skin. “Good boy,” he growled, capturing Buggy’s lips again, more forcefully this time.

The kiss ignited a fire deep within Buggy, a reckless hunger that urged him to reciprocate. He kissed back, desperation fueling his every movement, his hands tangling in Crocodile’s hair as he pulled him closer, feeling the hardness of his body against his own.

Mihawk watched with dark satisfaction, then shifted behind Buggy, pressing his body against him. The warmth of Mihawk’s chest against his back was intoxicating, adding a new layer of pleasure that made Buggy gasp. “You like this, don’t you?” Mihawk asked, his lips brushing against Buggy’s ear, his voice a low, enticing whisper.

“Yes,” Buggy breathed, the admission spilling from his lips like a confession.

Crocodile’s hands moved lower, fingers teasing the hem of Buggy’s shirt, and Buggy felt himself arching into the touch. “I think it’s time we mark you,” Crocodile said, his tone dark and filled with promise. “You’ll wear our marks as a reminder.”

With that, Crocodile pulled the fabric of Buggy’s shirt upward, exposing his skin to the cool air. Buggy shivered, his heart racing with anticipation and nerves as he felt the weight of their gazes on him. The thrill of vulnerability heightened the need swirling within him, and he could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, drawing him in.

Mihawk’s hands glided over Buggy’s bare skin, fingers dancing across his torso, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Buggy squirmed under their touch, caught in a whirlwind of pleasure and desire. “You’re beautiful like this,” Mihawk murmured, leaning in to press soft kisses along Buggy’s neck and shoulders, his breath warm against Buggy’s skin.

Crocodile’s grip tightened as he leaned in closer, his mouth finding the sensitive spot just beneath Buggy’s ear, sucking gently, eliciting a moan that escaped Buggy’s lips without permission. “That’s it,” Crocodile said, his voice a low growl of satisfaction. “Let it out. We want to hear you.”

Buggy’s body responded eagerly to their ministrations, each kiss, each touch igniting a deep need within him. “I can’t… I can’t take much more of this,” Buggy gasped, the pleasure building to a fever pitch, threatening to overwhelm him.

Crocodile’s lips curled into a wicked smile against Buggy’s neck. “Oh, but we’re just getting started,” he promised, and Buggy knew, deep down, that there was no escaping this moment.

With a swift motion, Crocodile’s hook grazed the edge of Buggy’s skin, teasing but not cutting, marking him in a way that sent waves of exhilaration through him. “You’ll remember this,” Crocodile whispered, and Buggy nodded, the thrill of it all consuming him.

Mihawk pressed forward, taking Buggy’s lips once more, the kiss filled with an insatiable hunger that seemed to steal Buggy’s breath. “Let yourself go, Buggy. We’re going to take care of you,” Mihawk promised, his voice thick with desire, and in that moment, Buggy knew he was entirely theirs.

As the heat between them swelled, Buggy felt the world narrowing down to the overwhelming sensations pulsing through him. Crocodile and Mihawk’s touches ignited fires that he hadn’t known he could feel, and the need within him swelled, demanding release.

“Please,” Buggy gasped, breaking their kiss, his voice a desperate whimper. “I need… I need something.” He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for, but the urgency in his tone was unmistakable.

Crocodile’s eyes gleamed with wicked delight. “What do you need, Buggy?” he asked, his voice a low purr as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against Buggy’s ear, sending shivers down his spine.

“Touch me,” Buggy pleaded, feeling a flush of heat wash over him. “I need you to touch me—”

Mihawk’s hands slid lower, gripping Buggy’s hips as he pulled him back against his body. “Like this?” he murmured, his fingers pressing firmly, guiding Buggy against the undeniable heat radiating from him.

Buggy’s body responded instantly, a bolt of pleasure shooting through him at the contact. “Yes, yes,” he gasped, lost in the moment. “Just like that.”

Crocodile’s hands roamed over Buggy’s bare skin, teasingly brushing against the sensitive spots that made him squirm and moan. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Buggy’s neck as he whispered, “Let it out, Buggy. Don’t hold back.”

Mihawk’s fingers moved skillfully, exploring every inch of Buggy’s body as he pressed him further against him. Buggy could feel the hard line of Mihawk’s body, the way it molded against him, and it only fueled his desire.

“Please, I can’t… I need to feel good,” Buggy begged, the words tumbling from his lips in a rush, the need overwhelming him. He wanted them to push him over the edge, to take him to that place he had only dreamed of.

Crocodile smirked, his eyes darkening with lust. “Then let’s make it happen.” With a sudden motion, he pushed Buggy back onto the table, a playful yet firm grip on his wrists, pinning him down. Buggy’s heart raced at the sudden shift, the thrill of being completely at their mercy amplifying his desire.

“Let me see you,” Mihawk urged, his voice smooth yet commanding. He leaned in, capturing Buggy’s lips again, his hands exploring Buggy’s body with a sensuality that made Buggy arch his back, desperate for more.

As Mihawk kissed him deeply, Crocodile’s hands worked their way lower, teasingly sliding down Buggy’s sides, his fingers trailing dangerously close to where Buggy craved it most. Each brush of his fingers sent waves of pleasure coursing through Buggy, his body responding eagerly to their every touch.

“Now, Buggy,” Crocodile said, his voice thick with anticipation, “let go.”

With a sharp gasp, Buggy felt himself tipping over the edge. The sensations pooled low in his stomach, a pressure building until it felt like it might burst. His body thrummed with pleasure, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Crocodile! Mihawk!” he cried out, the names spilling from his lips like a prayer, and in that moment, he surrendered completely to the waves of pleasure washing over him. The feeling was electric, overwhelming, and it consumed him entirely.

As he reached that precipice, Buggy felt the world slip away, lost in the intensity of their touch, their kisses, their combined dominance. He was theirs, completely and utterly, and in that surrender, he found freedom.

The waves of pleasure crashed over Buggy like a tidal wave, each one more intense than the last. He gasped, his back arching off the table as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. Crocodile’s grip on his wrists was unyielding, grounding him while Mihawk’s mouth devoured his, swallowing his moans as they surrounded him in their heat.

“Just like that,” Crocodile growled, his voice deep and filled with satisfaction. “You’re doing so well, Buggy.”

Mihawk’s kisses trailed lower, moving from Buggy’s lips to his neck, then to his collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, igniting another spark of pleasure that made Buggy squirm. “You’re beautiful when you’re lost like this,” Mihawk whispered, the compliment wrapping around Buggy like a warm embrace.

The intensity of their combined touches drove Buggy wild, each brush of their hands and lips stoking the flames within him. He felt alive, raw, and exposed, every nerve ending lit up as he lost himself completely in the moment.

“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” he begged, the words pouring out of him as he writhed beneath them, seeking more, needing more.

Crocodile leaned closer, his lips ghosting over Buggy’s ear. “We won’t,” he promised, the low rumble of his voice making Buggy shiver. “We’re just getting started.”

As if on cue, Crocodile’s fingers found their way to Buggy’s most sensitive spot, teasing and coaxing him closer to that blissful edge. Buggy gasped, the sensation electric, his body responding eagerly to the expert touch. “Oh god, I—” he stammered, the pressure building dangerously high.

“Let go, Buggy,” Mihawk encouraged, his fingers moving to join Crocodile’s, skillfully adding to the pleasure coursing through him. “You’re safe with us. Just let yourself feel.”

With those words, something inside Buggy snapped. The dam broke, and he surrendered completely to the waves of ecstasy that swept over him. Pleasure surged through him, a brilliant explosion that left him breathless and quaking, his body responding uncontrollably as he cried out, “I’m—!”

The world around him blurred into a haze of color and sound, his body arching against them as he released everything he had been holding back. It felt like he was floating, weightless in the midst of the storm, completely enveloped by the heat and intensity of the moment.

Crocodile and Mihawk watched with dark satisfaction, their eyes filled with desire as they witnessed Buggy unravel beneath their ministrations. As the last waves of pleasure ebbed, Buggy lay back against the table, gasping for breath, a blissful haze enveloping him.

“Look at you,” Crocodile said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “A beautiful mess.”

Mihawk leaned in closer, brushing his fingers gently over Buggy’s flushed skin. “You’re ours now,” he said softly, his voice rich with promise. “You’ll remember this.”

Buggy, still recovering from the intensity of the moment, looked between the two of them, a mix of vulnerability and satisfaction in his gaze. He felt changed somehow, marked by their touch, and the realization sent another shiver of excitement through him.

“Yeah,” Buggy breathed, a playful grin breaking across his face despite the lingering heat of the moment. “I definitely won’t forget this.”

With that, he leaned back into the embrace of his captors, ready to see just how far they would take him next.