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Mihawk knew that he was not the type to talk, preferring to observe in silence and give his own opinion. He did not believe in what could be said to him. He made a point of believing only what he could see, even if it had already coated him a few times in error, but he trusted only himself. He had always been a very lonely man; he travelled alone, he lived alone on a remote spot in the vastness of the ocean. At least, he has been alone so far. He did not expect much from this union with Crocodile, even if he did not hate the man at all. He had accepted her idea to join his Cross guild project for practical reasons. The marines had been stubborn midges around his island, a new semblance of peace so graciously offered by the older man. He only had to scare a few people, make rounds, be a useful fighter when needed. Nothing he couldn’t do if we offered him some peace.

The meetings were not so complicated, Crocodile spoke most of the time. Even if Buggy does not stop moaning and whining from time to time. Mihawk spoke only when it was necessary, preferring to examine the face of the larger man in front of him. Mihawk had never paid so much attention to Crocodile, even as a privateer. There was always too much noise and sailors, he usually preferred to take a nap. But unconsciously, he had always liked to listen to the soft, hoarse and virile voice of Crocodile. Now that he had the opportunity to watch her speak, it was just as pleasant.

Her purple eyes were amethysts as precious as the gemstone itself, because they always attracted Mihawk’s gaze upon them. The older man’s tanned skin was beautiful too, contrasting beautifully with his own. He sometimes lost himself in his contemplation, imagining to intertwine together the pale of his skin appearing more delicate than his own, his legs around his waist, the feeling that it could be to have it inside him, making him feel even smaller than he already was in front of this huge man. Made of tender and sensual muscles, soft touch but hard at the same time, imagining war scars proud and beautiful. On the other hand, there was Buggy who had blue hair, the color of the ocean himself, with piercing blue eyes that even under fear, the body always shivered as beautiful to look at. Mihawk could not forever threaten a man with such beautiful eyes reminding him of the immensity of the seas, the waters of each of his travels. Even her ridiculously red nose does not spoil her natural beauty. The make-up was equally interesting, even if the swordsman did not know much about it.

Mihawk can admit that coming to the Cross guild, falling on men as attractive as squeaky, was a good idea. They were sometimes annoying, too emotional for him, even noisy, but Mihawk has never been so comfortable in being in a room always awake of screams, laughter, crying or just filled with the beautiful voices of Buggy and Crocodile who made increasingly irregular heartbeats in his chest each time they were mixed, giving the most enchanting melody ever heard by a swordsman. Maybe if he keeps watching them a little more. He might one day tell them about the fact that his heart always feels good in their company, being alone next to Buggy and Crocodile seemed a strange idea.

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Buggy knew he had the most extraordinary taste, despite everything that Crocodile could tell him. To hell with those expensive and luxurious dishes. Mihawk did not have too much opinion on food except when he had to eat with his hands, the swordsman had education, thank you well. Buggy had never understood his interest in wine, you drink it no matter its quality and you hope to be drunk at the end of the night. But Buggy knows one thing, that hot dogs were the best dish in the whole world. He is an emperor, he knows what he says that goes against an emperor? People. Today he decided it was International Hot Dog Day. Mihawk and Crocodile actively rejected the idea as soon as it was proposed.

The blue-haired man certainly did not hold his tongue. He would have wanted to throw a huge party to celebrate. With all his crew eating their favourite dish. But they didn’t. He really wanted to show his two business partners, very attractive to look at, that he was sulking. He decided to eat hot dogs during their meal. They had a habit of eating all three together about having a good image towards the crew. Buggy was not bothered by it because the two had become a little nicer with him, except for some of his ideas. He could talk with them without having the feeling of peeing himself every time he dared to say a word. He could even look at them without trembling and sweating because they no longer looked at him as if they were predators wanting to slaughter their prey. So yes, maybe Buggy decided to tease them a bit but he was allowed to eat hot dogs even though they refused his incredible flashy event.

He could only congratulate the chefs, a quality bread, that is not too expensive. The sausage was grilled as he likes it, the onions were fresh and delicious, the ketchup and mustard were in excess and the pickles escape from the bread when he grabs it in his gloved hands. He opened his mouth to make it enter as much as possible, moaning with satisfaction, when he recognized the fantastic and tireless taste of his favorite dish. Licking his lips to retrieve the sauce that had dripped at the first bite. Mihawk and Crocodile stopped eating as soon as the first moan came across Buggy’s lipstick-painted lips. They could only watch the clown eat his hot dog, much too big for his small mouth, but it had the satisfaction of at least making him shut up for once.

Buggy had noticed the look of his business partners on him but only made a happy smile while still eating his hot dog. Now Mihawk and Crocodile were probably unhappy to have decided not to organize his idea of a party! So much the better if they disturb them during their meal. So he decided to continue eating his hot dog without looking at them, moaning at every bite. Her lips were covered with red sauce and her tongue seemed to enjoy every crumb. Mihawk and Crocodile squinted at him, the swordsman quietly drank his wine while throwing some looks, he looked a little menacing. But Buggy was too busy, licking and sucking his fingers picking up grease and ketchup on his gloved fingers. Crocodile decided to continue eating his meat without leaving the mouth of Buggy opening so nicely, wrapping around this damn circus snack.

Buggy was either incredibly stupid or had the biggest nerve on earth. Mihawk and Crocodile couldn’t believe that this clown was flirting in front of them like that. Clearly inviting them to want more from them than just a partnership, the air was heavy with tension, all of which passed over Buggy’s head. Who decided to continue eating in this obscene and attractive way. The eyes of Mihawk and Crocodile fixed on him like two predators evaluating all of their cute and innocent prey. Buggy was too attached to them to even understand that all this will lead him into a new problem soon at hand.

He licked the length of his sausage before taking another bite, staring at Mihawk and Crocodile as if he wanted to be sure of their attention. The two former great privateers were already watching him, Buggy had a certain pride to have managed to make them regret that he refused to organize his flashy and brilliant party! If they are angry or even upset, it will at least have the happiness of Buggy to have spoiled their meal. The swordsman drank his wine quietly, his threatening eyes staring at the snack in his hands. Crocodile leaned a little more in his chair, he had barely managed to finish his meal. Wanting to ignore Buggy had always been difficult, in one way or another the clown always attracted attention on him, as desirable as undesirable. His smile only widened when he saw the two older men’s looks in the corner. He had perfectly succeeded his plan, initially he didn’t really have one but he managed to make Mihawk and Crocodile frustrated with his bullshit.

Mihawk and Crocodile both looked at the empty plate of Buggy, looking at him with an air a little frustrated that it was over. To have seen him eat something with such vulgarity. Mihawk made a bit of a whimper while bringing his glass to his face to drink some of his wine, trying to get rid of the images of how Buggy had eaten his hot dog from his mind. Crocodile was certainly not done with this stupid clown, he can’t eat like a tease and say nothing more. Buggy licked the last traces of food residue. His meal had been good, even very good. The crown on the cake had been to upset the two older ones with talent and expertise.

"Did you eat enough?"

"Yeah." Answer Buggy with a smile to Crocodile.

"You made us lose our appetite."
Murmur Mihawk irritated looking at the remains of the hot dog on the plate. He once again brought his glass to his lips, taking refuge in red wine to chase away all obscene thoughts.

"You have to assume" Crocodile looked completely frustrated and upset.

Buggy couldn’t help sweating like a maniac. A shiver through his body when Crocodile abruptly laid his fork on his half-eaten plate. Mihawk didn’t react that much, throwing an indecipherable and icy look at Buggy. Maybe he realized he had teased them too much? They are so angry? He just wanted to make it clear that he was not happy that his idea was rejected!

"Don’t just stand there, clown. Follow us now." Crocodile blinked dangerously towards him, in a silent warning, placing his hand adorned with jewels on his huge hook.

"Don’t waste any more of our time. We know what this is all about, we’ll give you what you wanted." Parla Mihawk resting his empty glass of wine, rising from his chair with Grace.

Buggy rose quickly from his seat as he was nervous at the harsh voice of Crocodile. Watching Mihawk go before them. He knew what he had done and was going to pay the price now... He hesitated but followed the two men with fast steps to catch them, the smile of his face disappeared. He was afraid and he had good reason considering the attitude of the two men in front of him. He was obviously not heading for the meeting room, which looked more like a fucking torture room! He did not understand exactly why he was in Crocodile’s room. It had been too late for him to run away. He understood too late, he will be killed anonymously in the room of the sandman without anyone can find his body. Because they will all be too scared to look in the private quarters of both men!

Buggy had a feeling of fright as they crossed when they closed the door behind him. Mihawk was just behind him. Space seemed suffocating at such proximity. Crocodile stared at him for a moment as if he was watching game, the two men talking at the same time.

"Buggy, undress" Mihawk and Crocodile didn’t seem to be joking when they said that. And he had absolutely no idea what to think of this new form of torture... Is it what we call education by force?

The voice of Mihawk came near again and he shivered at the firm and strict tone of the swordsman "Undress." There was no malice in his voice, even if it was the opposite. He had simply ordered. His eyes were glancing at him. He swallowed his saliva, seeing nothing else to do, he began to undress slowly. It had already been repeated once and Buggy does not even want to imagine if he did it a third time.

He was naked in front of them, swaying a little from foot to foot, didn’t know what to do. Crocodile quickly ordered him to kneel on the big bed. He was completely vulnerable now, under the eyes of the two men who were staring at him. He quickly followed the order and knelt on the bed, looking at the two men. It is better to keep a low profile. The clothes fall one by one on the floor, belt sounds followed by clothes that slowly come off. The red rose to his cheeks, he certainly can’t imagine that, right. He wanted to turn around, just to take a look, just to see, but his fear was against him, so he remained well on his knees on this large bed looking at the soft sheets.

"It’s time to assume clown, don’t disappoint us." Crocodile spoke in a hoarse, soft voice, which sent an electric current straight into Buggy’s cock.

"You were quite explicit in your flirtation earlier. I must admit that I did not expect such courage from you." Mihawk went up on the bed following Crocodile, both as naked as Buggy.

"We can give you that, little bitch." The older of the three smiled narquoisingly. Laying his threatening hook on the bedside table.

Buggy could feel the chills as he walked by hearing the voices of the two men. His heart was beating loudly against his chest. Mihawk’s words made him a little dizzy, he didn’t think he was flirting. Yet he didn’t dare say a word. It is better for everyone’s pride not to contradict them. Is this really such a bad situation? They are incredibly beautiful, sexy and powerful. But they are also a little scary, he had trouble breathing and thinking properly while they had not even done anything yet. Buggy is not a fucking virgin, but the two men turn his brain without putting effort!

"Come on bitch, open wide." Crocodile just smiled looking down at Buggy.

Buggy had probably short-circuited several of his brain cells, because he wasn’t even sure how to open his mouth. Mihawk caught several blue straws in his firm grip, tilted his head back, he released a gasp as he opened his mouth, the two cocks approaching already completely red and hard of excitement. He opened his mouth more and more, opening his eyes wide, surprised at how easily Mihawk had taken control of him. His lips were already wet and open, waiting docile, and his gaze met the two pairs of eyes filled with excitement and lust. He did not even want to imagine such a scenario that is death by suffocation, even if he had the feeling of being about to fly off in a thousand shards now. His tears came almost to his eyes, his hands twitched against the sheet, He wanted more sensations, more attention, more of them. His thoughts bubbled like an active volcano. His tears flowed and fell from his face. Buggy’s mouth stretched, taking more and more of their cock, his jaw already hurting him, relaxing to be able to accommodate them both as much as possible. Mihawk and Crocodile were blurry when he looked at them through his lips, his wet blue lashes half closed, he breathed calmly feeling this warmth, this absolute happiness stuck between pleasure and pain. They were not moving yet, but it would be late. Mihawk’s hand pulled his hair which gave a pleasant tension to his copper hair.

Mihawk and Crocodile’s eyes were intense, merciless, as they watched Buggy, delighting in the way he took in his mouth. They moved slowly at first, at the same time, selfishly in search of their own pleasure. They pulled his head forward, making him taste their dicks as deep as they could, smashing deliciously against the back of his throat. Buggy dropped a pathetic moan, drooling around their dick. He knew that his make-up had leaked, that his lipstick was slipping against their sex painted in a pretty shade of red. They hit bottom with every push, the harder it got for him, the more Buggy liked it. He tried to stretch his jaw as much as possible to fully satisfy them, his tongue split in two to caress a maximum of their dicks in his oral cavity, he had a sore throat. His sight was blurred with tears, his thoughts are just chaotic, but he felt really good. Breathing heavily their smell, his nose coated in their pubic hair, then again swung back and forth.

The moaning and wet sounds of his mouth were a beautiful melody to their ears, the feeling was incredible for both men, so selfish, so unrestrained to show him facial expressions that Buggy had never seen them proceed before. His wet eyes, his mascara running down his face turned out to be a pretty picture. Despite their narcissistic side, they really looked at him. Buggy was simply beautiful. They slow down a little bit to see how adorable Buggy really was. They looked at him for what seemed like an eternity. Mihawk’s yellow eyes did not let go of the clown’s face. Gliding her gaze upon His mouth was full, warped around them, the soft red color around their sex and his face covered with tears and saliva, That gave Mihawk and Crocodile to destroy him and love him again. Crocodile didn’t want to admit it out loud, but it was better than he had initially imagined. There was something attractive about looking at the bluish. Buggy’s moans were muffled, his jaw was aching, he struggled to breathe properly, the rhythm of their blows became brutal again, drool flowed around his mouth to his chin, the scenery around him was blurry. Buggy’s face was now completely covered with old makeup and sweat. Mihawk always held his blue hair, pulling it as he saw fit. The clown sounded weaker than usual while they took what they wanted without worrying about Buggy’s condition, but the pain was so good that he could only let go.

The clown’s grunt of pleasure broke the rhythm, and Mihawk and Crocodile stopped as if they had been punched in the stomach. Mihawk released Buggy’s hair as Crocodile watched the clown have his orgasm. Leaving a few seconds of respite for the bluish, before resuming their ruthless rhythm. Buggy could only blink slowly and let them move, smashing his oral cavity. They continued to use it for a moment without too much attention until Crocodile snaps his fingers to signal Mihawk to stop, a look at him that made it clear to him to withdraw.

"Why did you stop?" Parla Buggy with a slow, nagging voice.

Crocodile and Mihawk both leaned over the clown. Crocodile had his hand holding his face in cup under the blue eyes. They exchanged a look while Buggy did not know what had happened, he was confused.

"What makes you think it’s over, clown?"

"You’re out... you haven’t had your orgasm."

"And do you think you can give us this pleasure?" Mihawk ends up saying.

"Come on my face."

"You’re asking a lot for a little clown." Marmonna Crocodile.

Mihawk slipped back into Buggy’s mouth. Tendit that Crocodile wrapped his hand full of jewels around his own cock, not far from the face of Buggy masturbating only a few centimeters away. The two men were not going to last as long as they showed him. Buggy moans around Mihawk, as the swordsman’s face hardens to feel how intoxicating that mouth was. Between their looks, their hands and their smell that filled the air, Buggy had his head spinning. They had forgotten how good it was to be with someone, to be able to take everything without worrying about comfort or anything else. They were going to destroy the clown, cover him and show him that it was them and only they who had put their hands on him. Mihawk was the first to have his orgasm after that of Buggy. He is sweating, panting, slamming his cock as deep as possible when this current ran through him, filling that hot mouth with cum. Mihawk’s vision was blurry and began to sharpen a little later. He looked down and saw a Buggy out of breath on the bed, Mihawk stroked his hair with an amazing affection. Crocodile gave a last helping hand, his orgasm splashing on the face of the bluish who moaned faintly. Buggy was exhausted, his face completely red and covered with the two men’s fluids, his body was completely soft and barely able to move. Mihawk pulled out of his mouth gently, tending to clean his hand and the biggest of Buggy’s face. Crocodile sighed, then he passed a thumb against his jaw looking at the clown in an astonishing silence of affection.

Buggy found himself in the middle of the two men, Mihawk and Crocodile wrapped their arms around him on each side, which made him even smaller than he was already. Although he had been pushed, he felt at ease in this little cocoon.

"You know... with the hot dog I hadn’t really tried to flirt with you... but uh I love you anyway. I wish it was a habit that we were more than just business partners."

The two men looked at him with raised eyebrows, they did not expect this answer.

"We suspected that it was not really seduction..."

"More than business partners? What do you mean, clown?" asked Mihawk.

"What? So you just gave me free fellatio? Don’t pretend, I turned you on! Now you are obliged to assume and be my lovers."

They exchanged a look, then looked at the clown. An exasperated expression appeared on their faces.

"You think you’re special or what?" asked Crocodile, his face blasted.

"We’ve used you before, why take more?" added Mihawk.

"Sorry, I don’t listen anymore." Answer Buggy who had already decided that it was so.

The eyebrows of both men twitched while he had the nerve to ignore them. Mihawk frowned.

"You don’t listen to us anymore?"

"Exactly."

Their bodies were far too close to the clown’s. Mihawk and Crocodile did not dare to move away, they could not now. They sighed as they looked at the clown between them. How did things get so out of hand? They should never have refused Buggy’s hot dog day. Mihawk put an arm around him, while Crocodile laid his head on his shoulder. Small signs of affection they didn’t know they had. The clown made them completely crazy, even if they would never admit it. They can make him happy to be his lovers... But they are certainly not in love with him.

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Mihawk had always had a strange fascination for swords, all kinds of weapons, to be honest. He had a nice collection of nude photos of Buggy posing with Yoru for his personal pleasure, to have some content during the long missions. Crocodile had obviously noticed it, he arrived much later in the relationship that he already had with Buggy, but he had an eye. He was a dominant, attentive to the needs and preferences of his lovers. It all began when Mihawk could no longer find Kogatana. He is not the type to lose his things, he had looked everywhere for his knife. In the first place, at Buggy’s, because there was a chance that the clown wanted attention from him, but he couldn’t be found. When Mihawk located him with the Haki, he was with Crocodile in their bedroom. The swordsman did not waste time going straight to see if any of them had seen him. When he returned to the room, Mihawk blinked several times as he saw Buggy slipping along Yoru with his demon fruit. There was little chance that the bluish would really hurt. Mihawk’s golden eyes could not help but watch the reddened, dripping cock of precum rub against his black blade. He tried to keep a stoic face, minimizing his jerky breath so as not to give too much credit to Buggy. But the more he looked, the more the heat in his lower body intensified, he felt like a volcano about to explode. He approached Buggy, who had a blushing face, blue glassy eyes, with a beaming smile recognizing Mihawk approaching but the sand wrapped around his wrist, stopping the man before he could even touch him.

"Darling." Crocodile spoke in a soft voice. Mihawk had barely recognized him when he came in, but his presence was overwhelming. An electric current ran along his body to his cock which became interested, his clothes quickly becoming stuffy. Just a word and Crocodile was already driving him crazy.

Mihawk looked at the older Kogatana, his collar gently swinging from right to left, when Crocodile showed him holding it with two fingers. He signaled to Mihawk to come closer, which he did without any problem. He gasped as he felt the cold tip of the knife against his skin when Crocodile blew out one by one the buttons on his white shirt. Mihawk’s heart was beating faster and faster in his rib cage from the corner of his eye, he could see Buggy continue to rub obscenely against Yoru. The swordsman was not very fond of being touched by his sword normally, but Buggy is simple way. A hard blow caused the swordsman to hiccup in surprise when his belt was cut in two, the button skipped.

"Remove them." demands Crocodile. Who was Mihawk? To refuse especially that Buggy stared at him and he could feel the aura of Crocodile in his back.

He simply took off his clothes, the feeling of the threatening blade from his throat to his collarbones made Mihawk shiver. Tendit that Crocodile bit blood on his right shoulder, licking the mark to appease the swordsman who had whistled with pain, but it was a good pain, as he likes them. Crocodile had always known how to satisfy them. He pushed him on the bed so that Mihawk would always have a close eye on Buggy. The already slippery blade of semen, he does not know exactly what Crocodile had ordered to Buggy, but Mihawk was certainly not there to complain about the view offered. The blade slid between Mihawk’s pale legs, up to his thighs drawing small red lines, his blood flowing pleasantly and warm all along. Moved from his groin to his abs. Crocodile gave enough pressure to make him bleed without being excessive. Buggy moans groping like a sick man against Yoru, again proudly standing up against white tear, he had a particular interest in seeing Mihawk bleed him who was always strong and proud. Crocodile stained him with a beautiful shade of red that made his porcelain skin stand out even more. Crocodile licked the stray drops, taunting. Mihawk grimed a little at the bites from each small cut given on his body. He felt his face burn like never before, he had trouble keeping his breath even.

The swordsman could only writhe under Crocodile’s intentions, looking at him through his black eyelashes, his golden shining eyes covered in a mist of desire. A cut on his cheek, the blood flowing along them to his chin, caught by Crocodile’s tongue until it passes over his lips, their mouths connecting to each other, hungry, eager for everything more, Their tongues intertwined exploring each other’s mouths, the taste of copper mixing with the cigar like taste that Crocodile always proceeded to.
Crocodile’s fingers slip between the walls of Mihawk, using blood as a lubricant. He grimaced at the sting of pain that occurs when Crocodile decided to be a little nasty by directly introducing his index and middle fingers. He had chosen to be rude with Mihawk tonight, the torso of the dark one went up and down at all speeds, his brain had trouble assimilating things. He blinked slowly to Buggy, not even paying attention to his second lover coming closer. Mihawk had tears in his eyes, but he could notice that Buggy had been able to stimulate on his own. Crocodile congratulated their little clown, ordering him to clean up the mess he had caused on Yoru. Mihawk couldn’t believe it, Buggy’s pink, wet and obscene tongue licked its own cum on Mihawk’s black blade. He did not know where to put his head between the fingers of Crocodile who was spreading his anus, until he made him blush and swell at the sight of Buggy having fucked in such a way Yoru. Mihawk knew that his blade was happy with the treatment, he too could have been if Buggy had rubbed on him instead. Crocodile had put his fingers so deep inside him that he knew the rings had themselves been swallowed up. With each sensation, he can feel the scratching against his sensitive skin, Mihawk cammed his back becoming more and more impatient. His cock was dripping with precum, his cock bent against his abs still bleeding of his blood that slowly began to dry. Crocodile quickly tore his fingers making Mihawk scream, Buggy sent his hand to caress the soft and silky hair of the swordsman in excuse for the brutality of the older of the three men. Buggy always knew how to pet his copper hair in a way that was appropriate for Mihawk. Crocodile passed his hand and hook under the thighs of Mihawk, giving the right pressure to his weapon made of gold to make bleed the fencer sinking into it, Tending that his big hand clapping against her pale skin leaving surely a gigantic hematomas of which Mihawk will worry much later.

Crocodile’s gland pressed against the bruised hole of Mihawk, he bit his lower lip until he tasted the familiar taste of blood. Crocodile did not take any breaks but the sweetness of Buggy, combined with the brutality of the sandman, broke Mihawk’s already mushed brain. A final blow that even knocked the swordsman back on the mattress when Crocodile entered. He could not get used to the fact that the assaults became impatient, violent from the first turns, tapping straight into his prostate without the slightest ménagement. Mihawk chokes with his own moans, tears run down his face, he just lets go, his mind completely empty of coherent thoughts. He did not know what was clearly happening around him, it seemed blurry, warm and welcoming. He had felt an electric current that made his bones tremble with joy when, he squirted against his own lower belly, splashing of his sperm his abdominals mixing with the red color of his blood. His body was covered with incessant spams, a flash of blue hair, a tongue against his abs picking up its seeds. All, sweat, cum, Sang Buggy took him like a thirsty, tendered that Crocodile still hammered in him. Until his own body stretched, a growl resembling more of a grunt was released. A few counter-blows were enough for it to pour into him. Filling Mihawk with immeasurable warmth, his anus making him hurt surely swollen and injured. But the swordsman was delighted, once the orgasm passed, Crocodile withdrew with a certain sweetness.

Buggy gave what Crocodile asked, Mihawk felt too good, immersed in his mind, still struggling to understand what Buggy and Crocodile could say to understand what he might have said. But he understood quickly, feeling the cold sensation of the plug still in him, Crocodile giving him the sweet order to keep it for himself for a while. Mihawk blinked, dropping a moan and a stuttering verbal agreement. He let himself be carried by Crocodile to the bathroom, Buggy then joins him. His scratches pricked on contact with water, he was careful not to lose the butt plug. Mihawk felt too tired to understand, leaving Crocodile and Buggy to take care of him. Even though it was mostly Crocodile taking care of his two exhausted lovers after this session. It just felt good, Mihawk didn’t look any further. All he knows is that he was in bed some time later, in new sheets, with Crocodile and Buggy hugging each other. He does not know when the plug was removed, cleaned and cared for, but it brings fear to him, the hugs of his two award-winning loves at this moment.

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It was not the type of Mihawk, but sometimes even he wanted to have special attention on him. Especially that of Buggy and Crocodile, his two husbands whom he loved so much. Buggy was most often the one looking for attention, no matter how he did it. Crocodile was normally the one who wore nice designer clothes, handmade and luxurious creatures. Mihawk wasn’t really into that, but sometimes he wanted a selfish part of himself, to have Crocodile and Buggy just for him, only looking at himself, forgetting their needs for once, letting his own go. He decided to please himself, it was not expected that he would show his two husbands in this outfit, even if he wanted to impress them, make them speechless when he saw him. Feel valued as the most beautiful wonder in the world, be more than the greatest swordsman in the world. Yes Mihawk wanted to feel beautiful, better still wanting his husbands see only him, find him breathtaking. Be at the same stage as a supreme deity if he could dream of it. Mihawk was alone in their bedroom. Looking in the mirror, the red of his transparent nightdress with floral motifs made out his pale skin. He looked at himself in the mirror for a long time, feeling more valuable, confident and attractive. He felt his face blush a little while thinking about the reactions of his husbands, Buggy would undoubtedly like. Crocodile wouldn’t say anything, but would make sure Mihawk understood the message. He watched his reflection for what seemed like hours. It is not his style to admire himself like that, but for a long time he has never felt better.

It’s stupid, thought Mihawk looking at his reflection, but he could not say no to how he was in that outfit. After spending too much time looking at his reflection and admiring his body, he finally decided to go see Crocodile and Buggy. He slowly left the room and walked to the living room, the wind caressing his nightgown and making it rub his body, making him feel a sensation of softness and lightness on his skin. In the living room, Mihawk saw Crocodile and Buggy sitting on the couch having a discussion. They seemed to be arguing about something. Mihawk stood watching for a moment, wondering if he should draw their attention or wait until their argument was over. Finally, unable to resist doing so against his will, Mihawk decided to cough in order for them to notice his presence. The eyes of the two men turned to Mihawk, and their conversation stopped instantly. Buggy opened his mouth wide for a brief moment, surprised, while Crocodile gave a slight grunt that could sound like a compliment. Mihawk felt his heart beat a little faster, aware of the attention he had attracted. He took a step forward, feeling more confident under the admiring gaze of his husbands.

Crocodile looked at Mihawk from top to bottom, it was clear that he was attracted and that Mihawk had definitely made a good impression. Buggy could not take his eyes off the body of Mihawk, the nightie making everything even more suggestive. Mihawk felt the weight of their eyes on him, but he loved the feeling. He had managed to capture and attract their attention. Crocodile got up from the couch and approached Mihawk nonchalantly. He placed a hand on his hip, gently stroking the silk of his nightie. Mihawk shivered at this touch, feeling his skin warm under the palm of Crocodile. Buggy approached in turn, standing behind Mihawk and hugging his waist. He put his chin on Mihawk’s shoulder, his warm breath tickling his neck. Mihawk closed her eyes for a brief moment, feeling her body stretch with desire, attracted by the proximity of her husbands. Without protesting, Mihawk let himself be transported at full speed into the room. He felt his heart beat faster in anticipation of what was to come. The door closed behind them, isolating the trio in a bubble of pleasure. Crocodile closed the shutters, plunging the room in a soft twilight, while Buggy pushed Mihawk on the bed. That night, her outfit was hugely popular with both of her husbands.

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Does Buggy consider himself a fraud? Not at all! But does everyone think so once they discover the deception behind his fine words? Maybe! But he never lied about having good sex with the Alphas that he decided to have sex for one night. He probably lied about a lot of things about his status, about taking heat suppressants, putting on odor patches, yes, he was lying. Because despite everything that Buggy said, he was not an omega, since he is an alpha who loves anal sex more than anything. But gay sex is not the root of the problem of gay couples, there were everywhere, no. All Buggy wanted was for an alpha to take him, dominate him, despite his own dominant instinct. Sometimes he just wanted to let go, get rid of his anxieties and excessive stress. He has taken advantage of the fact that his rather cowardly and fearful character helps him to pass himself off as a docile omega in search of a strong and protective Alpha. The fact of being a slender build, even made of muscles, helps her a gentle mixture of beta and alpha, which helps her to perfect her incessant lies. Yes, it’s wrong, sometimes alpha was even against having intimate relationships with other alphas. Buggy is therefore not a fraud, he was lying for a good cause, his unspeakable desires! It was not well seen the couples between alphas. Even if the tolerance on the omega and beta side was more loose to come out with the same category. But the alphas often wanted only frêles creatures and Buggy wanted to fuck him as hard as ever until he was full of cum, Because yes, even the alphas sometimes needed a kick in the butt to get them off their platform foot.

So obviously he continued on this momentum even in contact with Mihawk and Crocodile as soon as they started with the Cross guild. They seemed more interested in Buggy giving them the big show, everything he knew how to use to have an alpha in his bed. He wore revealing clothes, made some awkward and cute blunders. He solicited their help even though he could do it himself. He must be crazy to joke with two men as dangerous as them. But Buggy was not afraid so far, his flirting with attracted their attention a little but no more. He had never worked so hard to get fucked.

But it all paid off. Buggy had managed to lure Mihawk and Crocodile into his room one night. Then another followed one evening again until it became a habit, even if he deceived everyone. Crocodile and Mihawk now knew who Buggy really was. In reality, they are rather indifferent to the fact that he is an alpha. That’s not going to change their desire to see him under them, moaning. Buggy found himself night after night to moan of satisfaction between the other two alphas, the sweat of their skin against each other, the heat eradicating at every contact with each other. Pathetic, desperate moans, followed by kisses, of tongues tracing the parts of his body. Their bodies intertwined, tilting against each other, warm from front to back ever stronger, escaping the grunts.

Buggy, even exhausted, happy, clings to Mihawk and Crocodile, to them like a mussel on his rock. He groans, his body trembling with pleasure, unable to move, unable to think of anything but more and more physical contact with them. Again, whispered Buggy, his voice raucous and imploring. Some more. He had become completely hungry now that he had two alphes just for him, who accepted him for what he was. Mihawk and Crocodile did not need so much encouragement to touch him, and give him all the pleasure he asked for. They wrap themselves in the sheets together, pushing it harder and harder against the mattress, going even harder, moaning softly and moaning. Buggy will never leave them, being a fraud allowed him to find the two men in his life. Mihawk, Crocodile and he are entangled in a hug, their bodies pressed together as they continue to kiss and touch each other. Buggy moans between them, not knowing where he is or what’s going on. He never wants to let them go again and Crocodile and Mihawk did not seem inclined to leave Buggy behind.

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When Buggy had told Mihawk and Crocodile that we would buy them both a beautiful ring to wear. They had not expected this, maybe a beautiful gold ring, a silver signet or a brilliant engagement ring of a diamond of their favorite color. No, Buggy has again shown his eccentricity and perverse side. By offering a pubic ring, vibrator to her two lovers. He had made this moment really romantic, a dinner in love, whispered words and lovers. Until he opens the velvet case revealing the two rings.

Crocodile and Mihawk remained a moment stunned, looking at the rings he had offered. Mihawk spoke first.

"... cock... rings?"

"I’ve heard that it allows you to be harder, hold out longer. Not to mention that it’s sexy. I always thought the jewels were more beautiful than you two."

Crocodile and Mihawk looked at the box in Buggy’s hands, still a little incredulous but also a little excited.

"Did you buy this for us?" asks Crocodile slowly, to be sure he’s not dreaming.

"Sure, please undress. I’d like to insert them into your beautiful dicks." He says without tweezers, much too excited to wait any longer.

The crudity of Buggy’s comment didn’t really bother them, they were as excited about the situation as he was. They approached him, smiling at their lover.

"You’re a pervert, really." Crocodile pretended to be annoyed, but a sigh of joy escaped from his lips.

"It’s true, you should be ashamed Buggy" But Mihawk smiles all the same, his body vibrating with impatience in the hollow of his kidneys.

Crocodile and Mihawk began to undress slowly, revealing their muscular bodies to Buggy who drank their shameless sight until they were both completely naked. Buggy did not waste time kneeling in front of them, taking turns to take their cock in the mouth, stroking them until he is a semi-hard. They moan as their fingers pass through Buggy’s soft and supple hair. Crocodile sighed, he put his hand heavily on Buggy’s head. Their two dicks already drooling, the clown’s saliva mixed with his dark lipstick.

"So eager... to make us try your beautiful gifts."

The two men groaned, feeling the rings around their sexes inserted gently by Buggy, like a man sliding a ring to the index of his love. Buggy undressed, leaving himself as naked as his two lovers. Removing layer by layer slowly and sensually, hoping to catch their attention. Crocodile and Mihawk looked at Buggy’s naked body, every curve, every muscle, every stretch of skin still marked with their traces of love and possessiveness. Buggy fell to his knees in front of them, spreading his thighs apart, then lit the vibrating rings around their erection. He looked, remaining wise. Sending his disembodied hands to massage their pecs, pulling on their nipples until they are red and bruised.

Buggy had activated the rings. A simple click, almost harmless, and suddenly a shiver was felt. The silence was immediate, as if the world held its breath with them.
The vibrations were discreet at first. A simple buzzing, almost imperceptible, promise whispered against the tense skin. Then they slowly intensified. Mihawk blinked, a sigh coming from his thin lips. He straightened, tensed, as if the ring touched something deeper than mere flesh. Buggy sees his muscles tremble subtly, as if each pulsation reverberates throughout his body, to the end of his fingers. Crocodile, for his part, growled lower. His eyes darkened still, charged with a mixture of astonishment and restrained pleasure. His hand closed in the void, as if he wanted to grasp the air, or perhaps the control that was escaping him. He looked at Buggy with intensity.

"It’s... more than I thought." he blew.

Buggy, kneeling between them, watched them with fascination. He was neither a dominator nor a servant: he was a conductor, and these two bodies, these two wild forces, reacted to his rhythm. The rings vibrated according to a precise cycle, a slow wave, almost caressing... followed by a sudden peak, a more brutal push that forced a sigh, a twitch, a rumble. Then back to calm. A constant, unpredictable climb. He drew his hands close to their skin not to guide, but to feel. Under his fingers, he could feel every vibration, every beat. He laid a kiss on the belly of Mihawk, then on the hip of Crocodile, gently, like a blessing.

"You are mine tonight." he murmured.

The two men did not answer with words. They simply leaned towards him, their breaths shorter, their gestures more tender, as if the vibrations had disarmed their pride for the time of a night. And Buggy, for once, felt infinitely powerful. Not by force, nor by power but because he had managed to make something intimate and true vibrate.

Buggy had trouble staying still. Kneeling between them, his eyes no longer knew where to rest on the tense muscles of Crocodile, on the perfectly drawn lines of Mihawk’s torso, or on their faces, so different, but both darkened by the desire and effects of the vibrating rings. He approached his hands slowly, almost with reverence. His breath accelerated as he touched the warm skin of Crocodile with his fingertips, descending from his ribs to his belly, tracing a slight groove on the golden skin, stretched by tension.

His palms then slipped on Mihawk’s chest, his fingers caressing the precise lines of his pecs, dwelling on the firmness, the warmth, the way his body reacted under him. He felt every tremor, every micro-leap to the rhythm of the vibrating pulsations of the rings. He was fascinated not only by the raw beauty of their bodies, but by what they offered him by letting them do it. His thumbs brushed the areolas of Mihawk, caressing them gently, circling them without ever pressing too much. Mihawk let out a quiet sigh, but Buggy felt it in his breath, in the way his chest rose under his palm.

Then he turned to Crocodile, his hands sliding on his stomach up to his torso, his fingers exploring the ancient scars, tracing invisible paths of tenderness on a rough skin. He put his cheek against him, breathing deeply the smell mixed with sweat and sand, abandoning himself to it for a second. The two men were standing, powerful, proud, and yet their eyes on Buggy were soft, attentive. As if they felt that at this moment, it was up to him to guide, to express what they were silent. Buggy straightened up a little, his hands on their hips, then again up to their torsos. He caressed them with an almost loving devotion, his mouth half open, the cheeks rosy, his fingers dancing from one torso to another. And all around them, there was only this dull tension, these bodies gently vibrating in the darkness, this barely contained burning energy. Buggy was excited to shake. And he wasn’t hiding anymore. He wanted them to see him wanting, in love, alive.

The old manor of Mihawk was immersed in a half-penumbra sifted, but tonight, it was not he who led the dance. Buggy had taken over the space as a theater. The oriental carpet under his knees, the dark velvet curtains behind him, all served to stage his act. His two lovers stood before him, naked, stretched out, beautiful. Their bodies reacted to each vibration of the rings. Crocodile growled as he clenched his jaw, his hips twitching under the wave of waves that ran along his cock, barely bearable. Mihawk, quieter, had leaned against the older one, his eyebrows frowning, his stomach muscles contracting in spite of him. He closed his eyes, his irregular breath betraying the brutal rise of pleasure. Buggy, always on his knees, watched them with a gluttony barely concealed. His hands caressed again their torsos, brushing their trembling skins, rising up on their pecs.

"Do you want your orgasm?" he asked, falsely innocent, his fingers playing with a nipple of Crocodile who gasped.

"Buggy..." roared the latter. His voice was hoarse, threatening but trembling.

Mihawk was no more stable. His clenched hand left a trace against the suntanned skin of Crocodile. He opened his eyes, piercing the clown with a burning look.

"Take them off, now."

Buggy smiled. And with a small click of the remote control, he increased the power even more. The two men groaned in unison, caught in a spasm of tension. The rings now vibrated deeper, sending waves of pleasure so intense that they became almost painful, deliciously unbearable. Buggy watched their muscles stretch, their veins pulsate, their abdomens contract as if to repel too hasty a jouissance.

"No, not yet." he muttered. "I want you to hold on. For me."

He stood up slowly, stroking their hips with his fingers, then slipped between them, his palms flat on their bellies, his lips brushing their skin. Each touch was a calculated caress, each look a promise.

"You are beautiful like this... on the edge of a precipice. But it’s not time to fall."

Crocodile let himself go against the wall, panting, his forehead moist. Mihawk, still standing, barely trembled, his leg muscles tensed like ropes ready to break. Buggy was admiring them. He did not torture them. He offered a form of pleasure that he knew unforgettable suspended, controlled, sublimated. And in this old stone building, where everything seemed frozen for centuries, Buggy had managed to make the walls vibrate with the desire of a swordsman and a warlord. Both men were on the edge. Each vibration of the rings kept them in this state of perfect tension, this burning frustration, delicious and cruel. And Buggy... Buggy was watching them with this flame in his eyes that they had never seen before. He was no longer the clown, the colorful clown, the fantasizing captain. He was desire. He was fire.

"Look at me." he breathed, his voice a little hoarse, almost trembling.

He stood a few steps away from them, standing this time, the naked body bathed in the golden light of the candlesticks. His skin shone with sweat, each muscle vibrating with excitement. Her blue hair framed her face red with pleasure, her lips open and full. He slipped a hand on his own chest, slowly, caressing his skin, going down her belly, without ever leaving their eyes. He knew that they were staring at him, that they could not help it and this feeling of being admired, this burning attention placed on him, made him shudder. Buggy moans. It was a sincere sound, almost surprised. He felt the pleasure rise, fast, strong, carried by the tension of their bodies in front of him, by their desire that he felt almost physically against his skin. He wanted them to see him. He wanted them to know. His breath became erratic. He slid his hand lower, staring into the eyes of Mihawk and then in those of Crocodile these two men who had previously seen him as a whimsical, unpredictable lover. But there, in that warm light and heavy silence, Buggy enjoyed himself. And he didn’t look away. He is bent, his body vibrant, offered, beautiful. A cry escaped him, a moaning broken with pure pleasure, a sound that resounded in the room like a confession. His chest lifted, his legs trembled and Mihawk, for the first time, was breathless at seeing him. Crocodile dropped his head against the wall, as if struck by a vision. Buggy was beautiful. Buggy was beautiful. More than they had imagined. Beautiful in its fragility, in its power, in its truth. Breathless, red, still tense with spasms, he looked up at them. And a bright smile, almost childish, illuminated his face.

"You see..." he murmured. "I am as beautiful as I pretend to be."

And this time, neither Mihawk nor Crocodile could contradict him.

Buggy slowly got up, his breath still jerky, his body vibrating from the last spams of his orgasm. In front of him, Mihawk and Crocodile were still there, frozen in an almost painful tension. Their fists were tight, their muscles tense to the extreme. Their throbbing sexes, imprisoned by the rings, seemed to cry for deliverance. But neither had moved. They had watched him come. They had seen him shine. And now, it was not only excitement in their eyes: it was admiration mixed with pure hunger, as if, for the first time, they saw Buggy. The clown approached slowly, feline, touching their bellies, thighs, hips. He leaned over, kissed Mihawk’s hip, gently mordilla the skin. Then did the same with Crocodile, who groaned between his clenched teeth.

He looked up, looking at one, then the other. Buggy smiled, and with a new click, he increased the vibrations to their maximum. It was immediate. Crocodile let out a guttural growl, almost a strangled scream, his back bowing as he grabbed the neck of Buggy to hold on. Mihawk, quieter but just as thunderous, let his head slide back, mouth half open, eyes half closed. He trembled, his body tense, the orgasm crossing his nerves like a wild surge. Buggy felt their bodies convulse against him. He watched them lose themselves in their pleasure, and was almost moved by it. The mansion was filled with their jerky breaths, the raucous moans of their late releases. Their legs bent, and Buggy gently guided them to the ground, welcoming them between his arms, their foreheads leaning against his torso or shoulder. The vibrating rings had finally died down. A new silence settled in the room, not an empty silence, but the sacred one that follows total abandonment. Buggy ran his fingers through the hair of Mihawk, then in those of Crocodile, stroking them with unsuspected tenderness.

"Thank you." he simply said.

He did not need to say more.
And in the hushed privacy of the old mansion, three hearts now beat at the same rhythm.

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Buggy didn’t plan for this.

He had come to Kuraigana in rage, ready to explain himself with Mihawk... and maybe fight. But what he found when opening the doors of the old castle was Crocodile, bare-chested, sitting on the living room table with a cigarette on his lips, and Mihawk behind him, a possessive hand resting on his hip. And this look that they threw him black, burning, predator froze him on the spot.

"You were expected, Clown." said Crocodile, a crooked smile at the corner of his lips.

Buggy clenched his fists. He should have responded with an insult. But his gaze glided over the stretched line of their bodies, over the electric tension in the room. He felt something twist in his belly. Mihawk approached slowly. There was no sword left. Just him, huge, calm, imposing.

"Did you come for a fight or submission?"

Buggy opened his mouth, but Mihawk grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look up. Crocodile came down from the table, approached behind him, his voice warm against his ear.

"I think he wants to be broken. Two."

Buggy felt his throat tighten. A violent heat invaded his lower abdomen. Mihawk pushed him to his knees. Crocodile, behind him, was slowly pulling on his belt. The first penetration was that of Crocodile. Slowly, firmly, dominating. He held Buggy by the hips, making him bend under him with almost feline precision. Mihawk was in front, shirtless, imposing, the look fixed on Buggy who took his mouth with a feverish ardor. He slipped a hand into his blue hair, guiding it, whispering orders in a low and sharp tone. Buggy was caught between them, gasping, blushing, growling with pleasure every time they went back and forth. Crocodile bent to the rhythm of his thrusts, the body pressed against that of the swordsman, the breath jerked. He whispered against his neck:

"You’re less smart now..."

Buggy replied with a deep roar, the body shaken. There was no more pride, no more rivalry. Just the brute submission, and two men who owned him entirely. Mihawk played with him, the dominant with calm and authority. Crocodile, sharper, more brutal, groaning against his skin, lost himself in the pleasure as much as he. When Buggy came, his back bowed, the cry muffled in Mihawk’s hand, the two men continued for a moment, also abandoning themselves, one after another, in a wave of raw heat, sweat, trembling.

Later, they were lying on the lukewarm stone. Buggy between them. Exhausted. Eyes half closed.

Crocodile was smoking. Mihawk caressed Buggy’s chest.

No one spoke. But in the silence... a strange balance had taken hold.

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