A...Secretary? Pairing: Buggy x Crocodile Rating: Explicit Words: 10,000
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Summary:
This is my exchange for Buggy Love Fest! I wrote this for @sillylilili!
Crocodile has tentatively employed Buggy but he has yet to really dress for the job. Crocodile tells him to dress like a secretary, but he has no idea what that means. The outfit he wears the next day is enough to leave Crocodile distracted, and combined with Buggy's unintentional teasing, he can't help but to take a closer look ;)
((My best friend, @melodiousnoc beta'd this for me, tyty Lern :3))
Buggy groaned and let his head fall to the desk with a thump. He turned his head slightly to peek over at Crocodile who grimaced but continued to ignore him as he signed papers. Buggy let out out a huff and sat at his desk with his forehead pressed to the hard shiny surface.
When Crocodile said he’d be able to work off almost half of his debt in one go, he was expecting something a little more…flashy! Crocodile told him to dress for work and arrive at his office at 9am sharp! He picked the perfect outfit, something that said ‘I’m ready for anything!’ His most durable pants, his toughest boots, a breathable shirt, all of which were bright and color coordinated! He slicked his hair back into a big fluffy ponytail and arrived at Crocodile’s office a little closer to 11am.
What did Crocodile expect? It took him an hour just to perfectly slick back the hair on his scalp! And he couldn’t find the right colored scrunchie to go with his first outfit so he had to change! It’s not his fault his pink scrunchie went missing!
Needless to say, Crocodile was neither impressed nor pleased. When Buggy tried to explain why he was late Crocodile told him to ‘shut up’ and Buggy earned himself a bump on the head. And what did his perfect ‘ready for anything’ outfit and his extra preparation get him? Sitting behind a desk (that was too small!) where he had to go through thousands of resumes from his followers. And why was he sorting through mountains of resumes? Because Crocodile just had to know the background and skills of all the pirates on the island. Who the hell cared about that!? The Marines still outnumbered them!! Why would it matter who’s better at fighting? But Crocodile was the boss. The real one. And as long as Buggy owed him money and he stayed on the island, he’d listen to him, even if he didn’t agree.
That first day was hell!! He just looked at pieces of papers with lines and words and numbers until his eyes went blurry! There was no way he would be able to last doing such boring work. He wasn’t built for this! He was built for sailing, for running around the island and putting on a show for his followers. Sitting in one spot for hours on end was killing him. But he was trying really hard to please Crocodile! Although that felt like an impossible task since his filing system made no sense!!
Crocodile went through it the first time like it was simple, easy to follow, but Buggy had no idea what he was doing. He just sorted them alphabetically and hoped it would be enough. When he handed over the folders for Crocodile to sign and file away, that overgrown reptile threw them back onto Buggy’s desk and lectured him for an hour about whether he understood directions or knew how to read. It was so irritating!!! Of course he knew how to read!! How else would he read treasure maps?! The worst of it was having Crocodile stand over his shoulder, correcting every little mistake until he got everything right on his own.
He was so bossy! Talk about a control freak! Crocodile had such a convoluted system that no one except him would be able to understand it! He didn’t get to leave Crocodile’s office until late, when it was dark outside! And before he left, Crocodile told him to wear ‘nicer clothes.’ Stupid sand man! His clothes were always nice!!
Buggy sighed aloud again, glancing over at Crocodile who did not pause nor spare him a glance. Buggy even wore a ‘nice’ outfit today! Lime green sequined slacks with a dark purple satin button up shirt, complete with a tie covered in…wait for it…crocodiles! His hair and make-up matched perfectly, he dressed exactly how Crocodile told him to and he even threw in a little nod to him! But when he arrived he didn’t look impressed like Buggy thought he would. He just told him he looked ‘garish’ and that he was ‘late again.’ Crocodile did not appreciate how much effort it took to put together a look like this!
Something heavy and metal dropped next to his head and he sat up immediately, eyes drawn to the large hook attached to the other man’s arm. Crocodile loomed over him, brows pinched in a frown.
“Have you finished your work?” He asked, his tone neutral but his presence felt overwhelming, threatening.
“N-no, sir. It’s just-”
Crocodile cut him off before he could continue, standing to his full height. “You’re lucky today. I have business elsewhere so you can stop pouting and do what you'd like for the rest of the day.”
Wait, what time was it? Buggy glanced over at the clock on the wall. One o’clock. It was lunchtime. Had he really only been working for three hours? It felt like so much longer than that.
“Do…I have to stay here?” Buggy asked hesitantly, blinking up at Crocodile.
Crocodile broke eye contact and huffed, “No way in hell I’m letting you stay in my office alone.”
Buggy didn’t need any more clarification. He wasn’t going to give Crocodile any excuse to change his mind, he wanted to be out of here as quick as possible too! He rushed to the door but Crocodile stopped him before he could leave.
“One moment. When I told you to wear something nicer, I didn’t think you’d show up in something like this .” He gestured with his hook to Buggy’s purple and lime green outfit. “So tomorrow; no bright ugly colors, no sparkles, no glitter, no sequins. Dress like an office worker or better yet, a secretary. Understand?”
Buggy nodded once, barely taking in his words, and Crocodile let out a little sigh and jerked his chin, signaling Buggy to get out. And he did; he left Crocodile’s office so quickly he didn’t even bother saying goodbye. He hurried across town, past his adoring crew, and back to his tent.He ripped off his tie and kicked off his shoes and flopped face first onto his bed with a groan of satisfaction, breathing in the familiar scent of his covers. Working for Crocodile was better than getting bullied by him, but it still wasn’t what he wanted to do. He was a pirate! He should be sailing and drinking and partying every night!
He turned over onto his back and stared up at the swooping fabric of the tent, the fairy lights he hung up two years ago still twinkled comfortingly in the darkness. He wasn’t built to do paperwork or be a…a…secretary? What the hell was a secretary, anyway!? And what did they look like?
He sent his hands over to grab his snail phone and called someone who understood the corporate world Crocodile was a part of.
“ Hello ?”
“Galdino. What does a secretary look like?” Buggy asked quickly into the snailphone, sending his hands over to grab a pen and paper.
Mr.3 hesitated for a moment and then said “ Buggy? Aren’t you supposed to be working today? ”
“Yeah, yeah.” Buggy waved off his question as if he could see him through the phone. “I just need a quick answer.”
“ Is this a trick question? ”
“No! I just need to know what clothes a secretary wears!”
“You are so ill-mannered. ” Mr.3 muttered under his breath but continued on anyway. “ Well, basing off a stereotypical secretary, I would say: a white button down shirt, a jacket, black skirt, black tights, short black heels, maybe earrings or jewelry, sometimes glasses. Oh and they have their hair in a bun or a ponytail. ”
Buggy hurriedly scribbled down everything Mr.3 mentioned.
“Anything else?”
“ I don’t think so. Why are you asking, by the way? Are you looking for a secretary because I- ”
“Talk to ya later partner, I’m busy!” Buggy abruptly hung up on him and went to his closet to see if he had anything remotely close to what was on his list.
He had a white button down shirt…and that was it. He almost never wore black! It wasn’t flashy enough! He had one or two pieces of clothes that were black, but they both had lining or embroidery that was a bright eye-catching color. He needed help. From someone who always wore black!
…
Mihawk stared at him blankly, and Buggy started to sweat, unsure if he made the right decision coming here. He blinked at him once in a long span of silence and Buggy wondered if he even asked the question aloud.
“I don’t wear skirts, but I believe there’s a trunk of clothes Perona left behind. You’re more than welcome to look through it.” Mihawk gestured vaguely at the doorway, stood from his seat, and left the room. After a little bit, when Mihawk didn’t return, Buggy realized he was supposed to follow and hurried after the swordsman. He managed to catch up to him in his hallway as he opened another door and stepped inside.
It was a nearly empty room, but in the middle of it, pressed against a wall, there was a gothic-looking canopy bed, along with a large traveling trunk sitting at the foot of it. Mihawk took a seat on the edge of the bed, crossing his long legs. They dangled over the trunk and with the tip of his pointed boot he tapped on the lid of the trunk. Buggy took that as his signal to open it up. He knelt down and dug through it as Mihawk watched him with mild interest.
Buggy pulled out so many articles of clothing, half of them black, the other half cutesy colors like pinks and purples and reds. He set aside a few different articles of clothing that looked like they might fit, (including ones that happened to catch his eye, even if they weren’t the black skirt he was looking for). He gathered a pile of clothing that surely even Crocodile would deem appropriate. All he had to do now was try everything on. Without thinking, Buggy’s fingers worked to undo his pants. He paused, suddenly remembering the other presence in the room.
“Do you mind?” Buggy held up the skirt and gave Mihawk a tight smile.
“I don’t mind.” Mihawk answered, almost bored, but the slight upturn of his lips told Buggy he was enjoying this.
Well, so much for a brick wall being able to take a hint. It’s not like he hasn’t been in his underwear in front of other pirates before. But still, it was Dracule Mihawk, World’s Greatest Swordsman! Sure, he’s seen Buggy cry and be split into pieces and get pummeled into the ground…but he hasn’t seen him without clothes! He turned his back to Mihawk and slipped off only his shoes and pants, hyper aware of his own body, of those golden eyes on him. He grabbed the first piece, trying, and failing, to squeeze into a floor length black skirt. It was so narrow at the top, how could anyone fit into this!? He kicked it off and went to grab a different skirt.
His cheeks heated as he crouched down in his underwear to grab a different skirt, very aware of Mihawk behind him. He tried not to let it get to him but he wished he’d worn his loose fitting boxers today instead of his tight briefs that left very little to the imagination. Despite his embarrassment he was grateful Mihawk didn’t say a word. The last thing he needed was a cruel comment while he was showing his ass.
He tried on a couple of dresses, but they were uncomfortable, squeezing his midsection or sagging too much where he was supposed to have breasts. The pants had similar problems, not tailored to his body, the crotch was too high, or the hem was too short. Skirts really seemed like the best option.
He grabbed a mini-skirt that had a lace hem. He pulled it on and was surprised that it fit him so well. It felt good, but as he moved he was very aware of the lack of fabric. This skirt was very very short; if Buggy bent forward he’d expose himself.
“That one looks good on you.” Mihawk remarked easily, leaning back on his hands.
“Like hell it does!! My ass is hanging out!!” Buggy turned away sharply from Mihawk, making the skirt fly up. “Stupid skirt” Buggy grumbled under his breath, yanking it down, holding his hand over his ass as he crouched down to snatch up a different skirt.
Just like he’d done before, he tried on skirt after skirt, watching as his pile of options dwindled. He stared at the tiny skirt that fit him perfectly. Maybe if he wore really opaque black tights it wouldn’t be too bad? With a defeated sigh he held onto the skirt and stuffed the rest of the clothes back in the trunk. He thanked Mihawk and left his home feeling resigned, tucking the short skirt into his pants. Embarrassment swam through him as one last person came to mind to help him out with this whole ordeal.
...
“Hey! Vida!” Buggy poked his head into Alvida’s tent.
She sat reclined on an armchair, reading a book and drinking a glass of wine. She turned her head to look at him and put down the book, beckoning him in with her hand.
Buggy had been in here plenty of times before. It was one of his preferred places to go when he didn’t want to be found. Alvida’s tent was similar to his own, maybe not quite as flashy, but pink and soft and cute. It made him feel more at ease, and Alvida herself was always a good sounding board for his constant problems.
Buggy flopped down into the armchair across from Alvida and let out a long sigh.
“What is it now?” She asked, handing him a glass of wine and relaxing into her chair.
“Crocodile wants me to dress like a secretary and I’m having a hard time finding the clothes I need.”
Unlike with the rest of the people in his life, he was usually more straightforward with Alvida. Perhaps it was the fact that she found him at one of the lowest points in his pirate career, or maybe it was just her cool and unbothered demeanor, but he trusted her. He felt like he could express what he was really feeling and thinking without fear that it would spread throughout the crew.
“Why does he want you to dress like a secretary?” Alvida traced the lip of her wineglass with a single finger.
“Hell if I know!!!” Buggy burst out, feeling frustrated, his wine sloshing in its glass.
Alvida raised her eyebrow at him, annoyance written on her features as a long silence hung between them. He let out a huff, feeling a little guilty. They’d had this conversation before; if he’s mad, don’t take it out on her. He set down the glass and took a deep breath.
“I’ve been doing some office work for Crocodile and he’s been bugging me about what I wear. I mean, look!” He gestured to the purple and lime green outfit he had on. “He didn’t like this ?” Buggy scoffed and gave Alvida an incredulous look, like he wanted her to agree that what Crocodile said was absurd.
She gave him a small smile. “Maybe it’s just not his tastes. Do you know what kind of clothes he wants you to wear?”
Buggy handed her the list he scribbled down for the articles of clothes he would need to ‘look like a secretary’. Alvida’s brow furrowed as she read the list and then she glanced up at him.
“Do you have any of these?” She asked with a tilt of her head, watching him.
Buggy frowned and pulled out the tiny black skirt, holding it up with both hands for her to see.
“Oh.” It was like a lightbulb went off, her face brightening in understanding. “Ok, I think I know what’s going on now.” Alvida gave him a knowing smile and a wink.
Buggy was a little confused but as long as Alvida could help him, he didn’t really care. She brought him over to her wardrobe and dresser, pulling open drawers and opening doors until she found what she was looking for. He hovered behind her, watching as she dug through her neatly folded clothes. She handed him a pile of something black and thin and lacy.
“What’s this?”
“Stockings and underwear for your ‘secretary outfit’” Alvida bumped his shoulder and gave him another wink and smile. Why was she doing that??
Buggy grabbed one of the thin lacy things and held it up. When he realized it was a black see-through bra, he balled it back into his hands.
“I-I don’t need something like…like this !” Buggy stuttered, feeling hot and sweaty.
Alvida threw an arm around his shoulders and guided him back to the armchairs.
“Trust me. I know each of those pieces will make Crocodile very happy.”
“A-are you sure? Cuz it’s a little...” Buggy looked at lingerie set in his hands again feeling very conflicted.
“Oh, with that skirt you showed me, this is the perfect choice.”
He’d have to trust Alvida on this one. She usually gave him really good advice. And really, there wasn’t much else he could do since he had no idea how secretaries dressed. But why would Crocodile want him to... to wear something...so…. He physically shook his head and tried not to think about it.
Alvida went through the rest of his list, letting him try on a few pairs of her black heels, her jackets and cardigans until he found things that fit him and made him look good. He piled up the clothes on a chair and stayed with Alvida a little longer, chatting and drinking until night fell and he was nearly nodding off. He bid her good night and left with all of his new pieces of clothing. He was grateful for the cloak that the darkness provided. Being caught with an armful of lace and lingerie, not to mention the heels? His crew would never let him live it down! He could only imagine the rumors.
Once he was back in the safety of his tent, he threw the pieces of clothing onto a chair and stared at them, worrying at his bottom lip as he thought about having to wear it tomorrow morning. It was what Crocodile asked of him, so he really didn’t have to worry, right? Besides, he’d be sitting down most of the day! And! Crocodile barely looked at him anyway!
...
Buggy was running late. Again. But he woke up on time! He did his hair, a tight bun with two pieces of hair to frame his face; and makeup, no clown makeup, just a darker red lipstick (to show that he was serious) and black eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara. Just a very basic look. All he had to do now was put on the clothes he’d acquired yesterday. He pulled them on, starting with the bra and lacy black panties, surprised he was able to fit his dick and balls in the small piece of lace. Normally he had to chop them just to fit into restrictive underwear like this. (NOT that he made it a habit! Sometimes a certain look calls for a certain underwear!!). Alvida must have a different kind of underwear, something built for him.
He put on the white button down shirt and looked at himself in the mirror, starting to panic even more. The bra was obvious through the shirt, but his options were limited so he’d have to make do. He scrambled through his pile of clothes, desperate for something to cover his chest. Luckily he had one of Alvida’s black cardigans in his pile of clothes. He shoved his arms through the sleeves, thankful it hid the worst of the bra. He finished his outfit with the opaque black stockings, but they stopped mid thigh! Why didn’t Alvida give him the other kind?? Buggy felt his face go warm at the realization and he grit his teeth as he slipped on the heels, a pair of mary janes.
Looking at himself in the mirror he had to admit he did look nice, kinda cute, but as he stood there, watching himself, he started to worry about his crew seeing him out in town with these clothes on. He figured it was best to be discreet and save as much face as possible, so before he left he threw on his captain’s coat to cover up so no one else would see the revealing clothes he wore.
When Buggy entered Crocodile’s office, the other pirate was talking on the phone, staring out of a window that overlooked the beach. Thankfully, his back was to the door so Buggy could slip off his coat and sit down unnoticed. Or so he thought. Buggy hung his coat on the rack next to the door and turned around to see Crocodile staring at him, his mouth agape, his cigar dangling dangerously from his lips. Buggy froze like a deer in headlights. It was dead silent in the room except for the person on the other line asking if Crocodile was still there.
“I’ll call you back.” The bigger man hung up the snail phone abruptly, his eyes never leaving Buggy.
Oh…this was bad. Crocodile stopping a business call just to address Buggy? He fucked up somehow, he was sure of it.
“What are you wearing?” Crocodile asked with disbelief. Buggy could feel his skin heating, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
“I’m wearing what you told me to wear!” Buggy snapped, already feeling embarrassed, hyper aware of his naked thighs touching, and the soft lace sliding against his skin with every movement.
The pirate scoffed, grabbing the cigar from his lips and pointing at Buggy. “I did not tell you to wear that .” But still he couldn’t take his eyes off of him, slowly looking him up and down. He took a puff from his cigar and rubbed his chin with his knuckles, as if Buggy were a complex problem.
“Yes you did ! You told me to dress like a ‘secretary’!” Buggy insisted, making air quotes with his fingers, feeling more and more like he made a mistake, wanting to push the blame onto 'his boss'.
Crocodile frowned, “And this is what you came up with?”
The sandman’s tone was just a little too condescending for Buggy’s tastes, especially when he was already at his wits end. Buggy ripped off his cardigan and threw it at Crocodile, which didn’t make it far, flopping down pitifully onto the floor between them. Buggy growled in frustration and pointed an accusing finger at him. “If you want me to dress a certain way, give me the clothes next time, JACKASS!”
He turned sharply away from the bigger man, making his skirt fly up. Grumbling under his breath he held down the skirt over his ass, his face burning, and sat down at his desk, angrily shuffling papers and folders without even thinking about actually organizing them. He was too pissed off! That big oaf couldn’t criticize him anymore!! Buggy tried his best to dress how Crocodile wanted him to, but there was no pleasing him!! Buggy glanced over at the sandman as he tried to settle down, already feeling a little guilty for his outburst.
If he pissed off Crocodile in his little temper tantrum, he didn’t show it. He just went right back to work, turning his back to Buggy and resuming his phone call. Good! He should just leave Buggy alone for the rest of the day and do his stupid busy work!
He wasn’t sure why Crocodile hadn’t punished him, and that in itself was concerning. Was something bigger, or worse, on the way? Maybe Buggy should get to work, he was doing his best to avoid any physical punishments. He focused on work, sorting his papers according to Crocodile’s system. It wasn’t any easier, but it swallowed his focus, made him concentrate on something that wasn’t his clothes or Crocodile. He moved a paper too quickly to the side and it fluttered away from him and down onto the floor. Buggy sent out a hand to grab it but everywhere he had it crawl around, he couldn’t feel it.
Stupid paper. He got down on all fours and peeked under the desk. No wonder he couldn’t find it, it was right under his chair.
“Buggy!” Crocodile snapped suddenly, causing Buggy to jump, bumping his head into the solid desk above him.
“Ye-ouch!” Buggy held the back of his head, tears gathering in his eyes from the sudden pain. He got up and glared at Crocodile who was uncharacteristically red-faced. “Why the hell did you do that!?”
“Just leave it next time and get back to work.” He gruffed, refusing to meet Buggy’s eye.
Buggy sat down in his chair feeling very confused. Leave an important document on the floor? There was no way Crocodile was telling him to do that...right? He must’ve misunderstood him. He didn’t want to irritate Crocodile any further so he kept his nose head down and worked.
Buggy got lost in the motions, slowly reading over papers and putting them in the ‘correct’ folders. But the words started to become lost on him, and he sat there staring at the same piece of paper for at least ten minutes. Buggy gnawed on his pen, his focus totally drifting away and he became lost in his thoughts about the new act he wanted to put together for his circus. That’s where he’d rather be right now, running through a show and cleaning up and organizing the performances. Buggy sighed aloud, slumping a little in his chair. Since Crocodile was acting so weird today, maybe he could leave early again with some kind of excuse. He just had to gauge how Crocodile was feeling. It was time to push his luck.
He randomly grabbed an unfinished folder and walked over to Crocodile. As Buggy approached, the pirate glanced over at him and frowned, his eyes lingering on his chest, but he didn’t say anything. Buggy walked around Crocodile’s huge desk and stood right next to him, setting down the folder. He purposefully leaned into him, placing a hand on his forearm as he flipped open the folder. Crocodile usually pushed him away when he got too tactile with him. He wasn’t really a touchy-feely guy, unlike Buggy, whose hands always landed on shoulders and arms and backs. Crocodile rarely tolerated it, especially if he was annoyed, but right now Crocodile stayed perfectly still. Buggy didn’t know what to make of it, so he’d have to do more to see how he was feeling.
“Croccy, do you think you could check this for me? I wanna make sure I'm doing it right.” Buggy looked at Crocodile through his eyelashes. Another test for Buggy to measure the sandman's state of mind. He typically ignored Buggy’s pet names, but sometimes if Buggy acted too cutesy with him he got irritated, usually reacting physically, like flicking his forehead or bopping him on the top of his head or poking his cheek, or the worst, grabbing his nose. He hated that, it always made him want to bite Crocodile.
Crocodile’s lip pulled up in disgust, but he didn't lash out like Buggy expected. Instead he grabbed the papers Buggy brought him and leaned back in his chair. Buggy hopped up on his desk to watch him. This was another test of Crocodile’s patience. He did not like Buggy touching his stuff, let alone sitting on it. But he didn’t say anything. His eyes scanned the papers, moving past the page every so often to look over at Buggy, but not at his face. He set down the papers and shoved them away.
“They’re wrong. You’ll have to do it again.”
Buggy knew they weren’t sorted, but he wasn’t expecting such a toned down response after the hours long lecture he got before. Maybe Crocodile wasn’t in the mood to lecture him again?
Buggy slid down and grabbed the papers. He stood between Crocodile and his desk, nearly eye-level with him for once. It seemed like Crocodile was in a good mood? He wasn’t acting at all how Buggy expected him to.
Crocodile bumped him under the chin with his hook, lifting to make the clown look up at him. Buggy met his grey-purple eyes, cheeks warming at the intense gaze. Crocodile looked over Buggy’s face, then lingered on his mouth. Buggy swallowed hard, his heart picking up speed. Why was Crocodile looking at his mouth?? It was almost looked like he wanted to k-
“You have something...” Crocodile murmured, bringing his thumb over to wipe at the corner of his mouth. He flinched at the contact, staying perfectly still as Crocodile rubbed his lip. He was going to ruin his lipstick!! That’s why he felt so warm and sweaty! He was mad. It was NOTHING else!
“Ink.” Crocodile showed him his thumb, black with pen ink.
Buggy gaped at Crocodile, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and bringing them away to see a mixture of red lipstick and black ink.
He whipped away from Crocodile, covering his mouth, his face burning in embarrassment. And to make matters worse, his skirt flew up, yet again. Buggy hurried back to his desk, hand over his ass and sat down, pulling out his emergency makeup kit. Thank goodness for hand mirrors and makeup wipes. He looked at himself in the tiny mirror and frowned deeply, the black ink had smeared onto his chin, probably thanks to Crocodile’s big dumb clumsy fingers! He scrubbed at his face until there was no trace of the ink, re-applied his lipstick, and avoided Crocodile’s eye while he focused on his paperwork.
…
Buggy mindlessly worked on the files, losing track of the time, and glanced down in surprise when his stomach growled loudly. He looked over at Crocodile who was already staring at him. He was kind of hoping he hadn’t heard that. Today was built just to embarrass him, wasn’t it? Crocodile let out a sigh and grabbed his snail phone.
“I’ll have someone grab us lunch. What do you want?”
Buggy breathed a small sigh of relief; at least he wouldn’t have to go out looking like this. He ordered his favorite lunch, a necessary pick-me-up after his strange morning. It didn’t take long for someone from the mess hall to stop by with a cart of food. Crocodile had the server bring the food to his desk, the space already cleared out for both of their plates. Wait?! Both?! Buggy blinked to try and correct what he was seeing. Crocodile gestured for him to sit down across from him and Buggy turned his head to make sure no one was standing behind him. Crocodile never ate lunch with Buggy if he could avoid it. Normally they went their separate ways, where Crocodile could keep an eye on Buggy to make sure he came back to work, or they’d sit at their own desks, eating and not talking. Apparently he’d had a change of heart, because he gave an irritated huff and pointed to the seat across from him.
“Sit.”
Buggy scrambled over to the seat, too shocked to do anything except sit and wait for directions. Crocodile took the lid off of both of their meals and handed him a moist towel. What the hell was Buggy supposed to do with this?? He watched Crocodile wipe his hand and hook clean. Ohhhhhhhh. Buggy mimicked him, wiping his hands clean. Yeesh, good thing he did, he forgot about the ink and the makeup. Crocodile draped a large napkin over his lap then looked at Buggy, as if waiting for him. Buggy cast his eyes around the desk. The napkin! He grabbed it and tucked it into the front of his shirt.
Crocodile tsk’d but seemed satisfied and cut into his food. Buggy took that as a sign that he could start too. He snatched up one of the two hot dogs on his plate. He was grateful they brought ketchup for him, he would’ve been really disappointed otherwise. He dumped the ketchup onto his hotdog, but he overdid it a little, a lot of it heaping into a pile on one side. He swiped his finger through it, to spread it out, then licked off the excess ketchup, sucking his finger into his mouth. He took the first bite and he moaned in appreciation. His crew knew how to make the best food! He ate his hotdog in record time, practically swallowing it down, wishing he’d ordered more. He hadn’t had his fill yet. He grabbed the other one and incidentally glanced over, noticing Crocodile watching him.
Buggy looked down at Crocodile’s plate. He’d barely eaten anything. Maybe he was just a slow eater?
“S’matter with your food?” Buggy asked, dumping the ketchup onto his hotdog. Damnit, he dumped it all onto one side again. This time he stuck out his tongue and licked up along the hotdog to spread out the ketchup. Oops, he got some on two of his fingers. He stuck both in his mouth, sucking on them, hollowing out his cheeks, and pulled them out with loud pop. He took a bite of his second hotdog and looked over at Crocodile who was still watching him.
“Hello? Earth to Crocodile?” Buggy waved a disembodied hand in front of his face. The muscles in Crocodile’s jaw tensed and he waved away Buggy’s floating hand.
“Lost in thought.” Crocodile grunted out, looking down at his plate instead, which was still barely touched.
Ookayyy?? Why wasn’t he eating though? Whatever, it wasn’t his business. Buggy tore into a bag of seasoned chips and a cherry cola. He finished his meal as he watched Crocodile slowly eat through his own. The silence between them was so awkward, it was making Buggy anxious. He should say something.
“Soooo, Croccy, how much debt do y’think I’ve worked off today?” Buggy gave him a hopeful look as he licked and sucked the potato chip seasoning off his fingers.
His eyes locked onto Buggy’s mouth. “Three thousand berry.” He answered automatically, as if he didn’t have to think about it.
“What?! Only 3000?! But I owe you millions!!” Buggy stood from his chair in an outrage.
Crocodile grimaced and glared at him, which had Buggy immediately sitting back down.
“Its not fair! I’m working so hard!!” Buggy whined, pouting at Crocodile.
He pursed his lips and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I’m paying you the same rate I pay all my entry level employees.”
“Aww, c’mon Croccy, baby, I’m so much more than an entry level employee! We’re business partners right? And I’ve been doing such a good job, doncha think?” Buggy batted his eyelashes, smiling sweetly at Crocodile who sighed and looked off to the side.
“Finish the day with a perfectly sorted folder on my desk and I’ll think about raising your wage.” Crocodile looked over at him as he lit a cigar.
“Yay!! I’m gonna give you a perfect folder! And then you can erase half of my debt!!” Buggy jumped up, splitting into pieces to zoom in the air. He didn’t stay long though, he had forgotten about his short skirt and got back down onto the ground as soon as he could.
“That’s not what I said.” Crocodile grit out, holding the cigar between his teeth, his cheeks tinged pink.
“Right. Of course.” Buggy waved him off, feeling excited. He even helped put away all their lunch dishes back onto the cart and put it out into the hallway. He couldn’t wait to get started, eager to erase part of his debt. Maybe the faster he got it to him, the larger the amount!
Crocodile went back to whatever he’d been doing all day, which, to Buggy, seemed like whole lot of nothing compared to the past two days. Buggy didn’t have time to dwell on that, he needed to hand Crocodile the perfect folder! He worked as quickly and efficiently as he could, having to create his own system just to remember Crocodile’s. First, he had to sort the papers into alphabetical order by preferred name. Then he had to separate out those who had a special skill, and then from there sort out the ones who had devil fruit abilities. The rest had to be sorted into age groups, weight classes, secondary skills (like sewing or blacksmithing), whether they were part of a previous pirate group or rookies, etc. There were so many categories, and each of them got their own color folder with labels that also had to be sorted alphabetically. It was taking Buggy longer than he expected to fill out an entire folder, since they all went to their own and each folder had a slot for fifty pages. But he could do it! One of his folders was nearly complete!
He was moving at a decent pace, but everytime he looked back and forth between the papers on his desk, his neck kept rubbing the starched collar of his shirt. He was so uncomfortable that he was starting to lose focus, getting distracted by the itchiness. He unbuttoned the collar and a few buttons from the top of his shirt, sighing in relief. He rolled up his sleeves for good measure, and hunkered down again, sorting through papers that had varying degrees of legibility. Some of the pirates here really could not write at all. Geez. He was slowed down by having to translate just what the heck some of these bozos wrote on their resumes. But he’d figure it out. He’s been solving riddles on treasure maps all his life!
Finally Buggy had a full folder. Triumphantly he held it up and Crocodile looked over at him. He frowned and Buggy realized he’d just dumped out half of the papers by accident. FUCK. He scrambled down onto the floor, sitting on his knees while he re-sorted the papers. It wasn’t too bad since they were in their own folder. They just needed to be in alphabetical order. He held the folder to his chest this time, and gave Crocodile a triumphant grin, slapping it down on his desk.
“One perfect folder!” Buggy announced, quite proud of himself.
“We’ll see.” Crocodile flipped open the folder and Buggy hovered nearby, not trusting Crocodile not to cheat. Slowly he went through each page, looking over every section of information. Buggy leaned in closer, eyes following Crocodile’s finger as it scanned the page before flipping to the next one. He was at the second to last page when he stopped. He read the same section again. He pushed it toward Buggy, who read the lines.
“This clearly says ‘devil fruit.’ She doesn’t belong in this folder.” Crocodile sat back in his chair, a smug little smile on his face.
“No it doesn’t!! It says ‘d’evil fruit’, like an evil fruit, perhaps a lime or a lemon.” Buggy explained, pushing the folder back over.
“That doesn’t make any sense. There’s no such thing as an ‘evil fruit.’ The folder’s wrong. Fix it, you have time before the day ends.” Crocodile closed the folder and gave it a final push toward Buggy.
Buggy let out a frustrated growl and snatched up the folder, but set it off to the side. He was ready to argue his point but Crocodile was staring fixedly at Buggy’s chest. He looked down and realized that an edge of lace was peeking out from his open shirt. The bra was already obvious through the shirt, but that little bit of black looked stark against his white shirt. He glanced back up at Crocodile and their eyes met.
“What’s this?” Crocodile asked quietly, his finger tracing over the little black lacy edge, his touch burning into him. Buggy’s mouth went dry, and he swallowed hard, unsure of how to answer.
“I-it’s nothing! Just. Its just. Um, a shirt!” Buggy frantically tried to re-button his shirt, his fingers feeling thick and clumsy as they failed to slide the buttons into the holes.
“Show me.”
Buggy stopped and stared at Crocodile. He knew he shouldn’t…. but he didn’t seem angry. His hands moved on their own, his mind buzzing, screaming at him to stop. He unbuttoned his shirt further, to show Crocodile, holding it open to show him the bra. He refused to meet his eyes as he showed him, blushing hard, his cheeks, ears, and chest red with his shame.
Crocodile sucked in a small breath, his eyes flicked up to Buggy’s face for a second before focusing on his chest once more. He reached out and fingered an edge of lace. He dipped his finger under the middle, pulling it slightly away from Buggy’s chest, his cooler finger skimming over Buggy’s hot pec, just below his nipple. Buggy gasped, twitching at the sudden contact. He should stop this, it was starting to get into weird dangerous territory.
“Why are you wearing this?” Crocodile asked huskily, his thumb moving to skim over Buggy’s covered nipple.
Buggy made a soft sound, biting his lip to try and suppress the sound that already escaped. “For you.” He whispered. It was all he could get out. He wanted to say that ‘you told me to’, to blame Crocodile for putting him in this situation, but he couldn’t say much more as he tried to suppress the heat scorching through his body at Crocodile’s touch.
The taller man sat back and sighed, stubbing out his cigar into his ashtray. Buggy breathed a small sigh of relief and then their eyes met. Crocodile cupped his chin, tilting his face upward as he leaned in close.
“I knew it.” He murmured, his thumb tracing over Buggy’s red lip. “You’ve been doing this on purpose. You’re not subtle.” He accused, using the digit to tug Buggy’s lower lip.
Buggy’s eyes widened and he shook his head, ready to tell him that whatever assumptions he made weren’t correct. “No Croc, that’s not-” But Crocodile pressed his long finger against his lips.
“I don’t want to hear your excuses. You just admitted it.” Crocodile leaned in even closer and Buggy could feel his breath on his face, could smell cigar smoke and coffee. “But I’m not mad. I should be. You’ve been distracting me from work, driving me crazy.” Crocodile leaned forward, their cheeks brushing as he spoke directly into Buggy’s ear, his thumb sliding past his bottom lip, against Buggy’s teeth. The clown stayed still, frozen by Crocodile’s words; the shift in the tension between them finally hit him. All he could do was pant over Crocodile’s thumb and listen.
“But I’m ready now. The curiosity has been killing me and I’m ready to know. To find out exactly how you feel… how you taste.” He breathed into Buggy’s hair as his fingers slid down Buggy’s chin, over his bare throat.
“T-taste?” Buggy wheezed, breaking out into a sweat. Like…Kiss? Or….? Buggy’s whole body heated, his mind flashing with images of Crocodile between his legs. This was spiraling quickly, Buggy needed to regain control of the situation.
“Listen, Croc, this isn’t what you think!” Buggy tried to explain, but was interrupted as Crocodile pinched one of his nipples. He let out a squeak, twitching from the sudden pain and pleasure.
“I told you not to play games with me. You started this. And you’re going to follow through for once.” Crocodile murmured against his jaw, his tongue brushing over the pulse point on his neck before he bit down.
Buggy moaned loudly, clamping his hand over his mouth as soon as the embarrassing sound escaped. What!! The!! Hell?! Buggy’s brain felt like it was turning flat inside his skull, every rational thought rushing from his head like air out of a balloon. All he could focus on was the feeling of Crocodile’s lips and teeth skimming over his neck and shoulder as his hand slid over his belly. He held his hip, keeping him close as he kissed Buggy’s shoulder, dipping his head to mouth at his clavicle. Buggy held onto him, feeling lightheaded, his eyes sliding closed as he let Crocodile touch and taste him as much as he wanted. His cold hook slid over his exposed thigh, pulling a gasp from Buggy, goosebumps rising on his skin. With his hook he pulled him closer, so his hand could slide behind Buggy, cupping and squeezing his ass over his skirt. That touch reminded him what was happening, what he was wearing, who was touching him, how aroused he felt. His fingers dug into Crocodiles arms as he grabbed him harder, the world feeling like it tilted for just a moment. That large hand massaged and kneaded his soft cheeks, soft lips sucked his neck, making Buggy swear under his breath. He felt overwhelmed, but he didn’t want him to stop, he was already straining against the delicate panties.
Crocodile brought his hand lower, dipping past Buggy’s short skirt to lightly touch his thighs. His hand came up, grabbing Buggy’s half-exposed butt cheek, cupping and kneading and squeezing. Buggy let out another soft moan, pulling at Crocodile’s shirt, needing more. Every brush of Crocodile’s fingers felt like pure heat, making the shock of his cold rings that much more stark. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his touch, making Buggy feel hot but shiver from the pleasurable sensations.
Buggy let out a strangled sound as Crocodile’s hand moved to cup him over his panties, squeezing his trapped cock. He dipped his hand into Buggy’s panties and let him spring free, stroking him, rubbing his sticky sensitive head. Buggy sucked in a breath, letting out a shaky moan, his hips bucking on their own as Crocodile teased him.
The sandman groaned into Buggy’s neck, his hand suddenly leaving him to grab Buggy around the waist and pull him onto his lap. Buggy’s jaw dropped as he felt the long line of Crocodile’s hard dick under his thighs.
“You feel that?” He held down Buggy’s hip, pushing Buggy’s ass onto his erection. “I haven’t gotten any work done since you walked in. Is that what you wanted?”
Buggy must’ve taken too long to answer him, or perhaps he was just too worked up to have much patience, because Crocodile grabbed his ponytail and pulled his hair to force the clown to look straight up at him. Buggy felt like he was dazed, too lost to follow any of this, but not willing to stop it either.
“Are you hard because of me?” Buggy asked dumbly, nearly in disbelief, arousal already curling in his gut at the thought of it.
Crocodile’s lip curled and he let out a short growl. He pulled Buggy’s head back further, making it harder for him to breathe, making his skin and neck and hair stretch and pull to the point of pain.
“You’ve been teasing me all morning, showing off your ass in that short skirt, touching me, calling me pet names, asking for help when you clearly don’t need it.” He leaned in close, until their noses were brushing over each other, and Buggy could feel Crocodile’s breath on his lips. Buggy’s mouth hung open, breathing shallowly, his dick twitching under his skirt at the rough and intimate treatment. “I’m giving you the attention you’ve been begging for, so don’t ask stupid questions.” He eased his hold on Buggy’s head and closed the distance between them. Buggy made a sound in the back of his throat, his eyes widening at the feel of Crocodile’s mouth on his. Crocodile cupped the back of his head, his other arm sliding behind the clown’s back, holding Buggy in place as he attacked his lips, his kisses hot and hard. Buggy could barely keep up, doing his best to meet every kiss, lipstick and saliva making every kiss wet and slick. Crocodile’s tongue flicked over Buggy’s parted his lips and he pushed in. His eyes slid closed and he moaned into Crocodile’s mouth as their tongues touched for the first time. Buggy wrapped his arms around Crocodile’s neck and held him close as he met every kiss and swipe of his tongue, wanting to chase the feeling of his hot wet mouth.
Crocodile’s hand slid down his back, moving over his hip, holding him firmly, encouraging him to move his hips and ass as he pushed upwards, grinding his hard dick into Buggy’s thighs and ass. Buggy followed his movements, pushing his ass down, rolling his hips, earning soft moans from Crocodile. Buggy swallowed down every one of them, each sound from Crocodile made his stomach flip, made his dick ache.
Crocodile pushed his fingers into the cleft of Buggy’s ass, rubbing him over his panties. Buggy jolted against Crocodile, breaking the kiss to press his face into the crook of Crocodile’s neck. Both of them were breathless, panting warm wet breaths against one another. Crocodile teased Buggy’s rim over his panties as he caught his breath, rubbing circles, pushing his fingers against him, hard enough that the lace strained, threatening to break. Buggy whined into Crocodile’s neck, rolling his hips, wanting him to touch him more, touch him everywhere. He just couldn’t bring himself to ask for it out loud. Crocodile swore under his breath and reached past Buggy, holding the clown with his left arm while his right reached to open one of his desk drawers.
Buggy turned his head, curious as to what Crocodile was looking for. A thrill went through him at the sight of lube. His face burned at the implication, at what was clearly going to happen next. Crocodile held out the bottle of lubricant and Buggy just looked blankly up at him.
“I need you to squeeze some onto my fingers. Unless you want me to use my mouth?” Crocodile gave Buggy a half grin.
“Flashy bastard.” Buggy snatched the bottle from Crocodile and refused to make eye contact. Stupid handsome Crocodile, and his stupid handsome smile, and his stupid teasing! Buggy did as he was told, coating Crocodile’s fingers in lube, the whole process more arousing and intimate than he was expecting. He covered three of Crocodile’s fingers with clear slick lube, letting it drip down over them as he watched. He grabbed and stroked each finger, making sure they were evenly slick, heat crawling up the side of his face to the tip of his ears as he ran his fingers over Crocodile’s.
When Buggy finished, Crocodile gave him a smug grin and reached under him, pushing his panties to the side. He rubbed a slick finger against his rim, watching Buggy’s face as he slowly sank the digit into him. Buggy couldn’t look him in the eye as he felt Crocodile’s long finger push inside of him, feeling too embarrassed. He shut his eyes instead, but that just made him even more aware of the feeling of Crocodile's touch, of him brushing against his sensitive walls.
He jolted as he felt Crocodile’s lips on his, unable to see it coming, but he was grateful for the contact. He needed to do something otherwise he would lose himself in the feeling of Crocodile fingering him open. Crocodile’s tongue flicked over his lips and he pulled his finger out of him. Buggy was about to whine to show his displeasure, but it turned into a groan as Crocodile added a second digit along with the first. Buggy clutched onto the sandman, holding him tightly as he spread him open. Crocodile trailed kisses from his cheek to his ear, murmuring encouragement to him as he stretched Buggy and pushed in deeply. Just with his two fingers it felt thick, stretching him in a way that edged on pain, like the first time he put a dildo in his ass.
“Holy shit.” Buggy whined, pressing his forehead into Crocodile’s shoulder. Buggy could feel that massive dick twitch under his thighs. This asshole was getting off to his suffering!! Crocodile slowly pumped in and out, his cold hook moving to rub over Buggy’s nipples. He shuddered against Crocodile, competing sensations pulling him in different directions.
Crocodile did not give him reprieve, pushing a third finger in next to the others. Buggy clenched hard at the intrusion, his rim pushed to its limit. He was feeling overwhelmed, and he had no idea what to do with this new sensation.
“Relax.” Crocodile rumbled, stilling his fingers. “Touch yourself.”
Buggy shuddered and nodded against Crocodile’s shoulder, leaning back onto Crocodile’s fingers as he steadied himself with one hand on Crocodile’s chest and stroked his cock under his skirt with the other. Touching himself was almost soothing in the wake of the uncomfortable penetration. He breathed out and sank down on Crocodile’s fingers, sparks of pleasure flitting through him as he squeezed and thumbed over his leaking tip.
Crocodile lifted Buggy’s skirt with his hook to watch, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips, enjoying the view of Buggy’s spread legs and hard cock, his tights squeezing his thighs, making them look soft, and the lace panties highlighting how hard he was, cock red and throbbing above the material. Buggy sank down further onto Crocodile’s fingers, gripping Crocodile’s shirt and jerking himself faster. Now the pleasure was starting to climb, the feeling of Crocodile’s fingers inside of him starting to enhance the pleasure he felt from touching himself. Crocodile crooked his fingers, meeting Buggy’s thrusts. He rolled his hips and jolted as an electric spark of pleasure shot through him. He fisted Crocodile’s shirt, crying out, trying to chase after that feeling, rolling his hips.
Crocodile suddenly pulled out his fingers, leaving Buggy feeling empty and frustrated. But before he could voice his complaints, Crocodile picked him up with both arms and stood, setting him with his back on the desk. He grabbed Buggy’s thigh and held it up, groaning at the sight under his skirt, his legs spread open, panties doing nothing to hide his puffy pink hole and weeping cock. He started to pull off the panties, but they got stuck around Buggy’s thighs, so he tore them off and tossed them to the floor. Buggy’s heart pounded at the aggressive display, spreading open his legs further without even realizing it.
“Don’t ever dress like this for work again,” Crocodile panted, pulling Buggy’s ass to the edge of the desk, “because it’ll end up like this every time.”
Buggy moaned in response, his words failing him. He sat up slightly on his elbows and his eyes bulged out of his head when he saw Crocodile’s dick, long, thick, and hard, jutting out from his unzipped pants.
“Wh-whoa! Wait a sec, that thing’s huge!” Buggy’s legs instinctively closed.
“You’re ready for it.” Crocodile answered easily, squeezing lube onto his dick, stroking himself until he was fully coated.
“Like hell I am!!” He snapped, panicking at the sight of it.
Crocodile ignored him, holding open Buggy’s thigh with his hook and pressed his tip to Buggy’s hole. The clown stilled, holding his breath as Crocodile’s thick head pushed past his rim, and then his hot rigid shaft followed.
“Deep breaths.” Crocodile reminded him. He grit his teeth, hating being ignored, being told what to do, but he listened anyway. He sucked in air and breathed out slowly as Crocodile pushed onward. Buggy’s head dropped back onto the desk with a thump and he cursed, squirming and whining as Crocodile slowly sank into him.
“Drama queen.” Crocodile grunted, his hand skimming Buggy’s thighs to wrap around his cock.
“Gonna” Buggy wheezed, “shove my fucking boot up your ass and see how you like it.” Buggy clenched his teeth, little tears forming in the corners of his eyes as Crocodile pulled out and pushed back in. Crocodile just rolled his eyes.
He thrust in and out, deeper with every push, steadily pumping Buggy’s cock, until he was fully inside of him. Crocodile squeezed him a little harder and moaned, rolling his hips.
“So tight. Feels so good.” Shallowly he thrust, enjoying the feeling of Buggy’s tight heat.
“Hnnnngg” Buggy had his arm over his eyes as he chewed on his hand. The feeling of Crocodile inside of him was so intense; he had never been so full. It was equal parts uncomfortable and pleasurable, like every way he turned and shifted was the wrong choice, but he had to keep moving.
Crocodile pulled out further and pushed in, until he was properly fucking Buggy, moving at an easy pace.
Buggy could barely take a deep breath, panting shallowly, his toes curling and uncurling in his shoes as Crocodile just barely pushed against his prostate. He needed more, he was on the edge of something so good, so pleasurable, but it was just out of reach.
He bent his legs and body, trying to get Crocodile to change the angle of his thrusts. Crocodile took the hint, making Buggy curl in on himself as he thrust in harder and faster.
“Yes!” Buggy cried out, his legs trembling with every drag of Crocodiles thick cock over his prostate.
Crocodile moved faster, pressing Buggy’s thighs hard into his body, straining his legs, not letting up as he pistoned in and out of him. Buggy could see stars, pleasure and the lack of oxygen getting to his brain was making everything fuzzy, little sparkles dotting his vision. Something in him was swelling, about to reach its breaking point, and he was either about to pass out or cum, and he was really hoping it was the second one.
Crocodile’s hand left Buggy’s thigh to wrap around his cock and Buggy was able to breath more deeply, gasping for air. He moaned aloud as Crocodile stroked him, and Crocodile moaned in return, his hips slowing down for a moment before picking up their pace.
Buggy gripped the edge of the desk with both hands, his mouth hanging open, eyes wide as the swell in him grew larger.
“Oh. Oh fuck. Crocodile!” Buggy rasped, his whole body shaking as the wave crashed over him. He moaned loudly as heat and pleasure gripped him, surging from head to toe at the first pulse of cum shot from his cock. He cried out with every eye-rolling pulse of his dick, until he was empty, the pleasurable aftershocks making him twitch with each pleasant curl.
Crocodile grit his teeth and held onto Buggy so tightly his hook began to dig into his skin and his fingertips became bruising. Buggy squirmed from overstimulation, each thrust still rubbing his prostate, making his dick ooze and twitch. Crocodile slammed into him and held Buggy to him as he let out a deep moan, his teeth clenched together, cumming inside of the clown. He gripped him tightly as he filled him up, thrusting a few times to ride out his orgasm. He didn’t stay inside of him for long, pulling out to wipe himself off with a handkerchief and tuck himself back into his pants. Buggy just lay there feeling light as a feather, blissed out, his eyes closed, enjoying his afterglow.
Buggy could smell cigar smoke but he couldn’t be bothered to move or sit up just yet. His eyes flew open as he felt Crocodile wipe him with his handkerchief, cleaning between his cheeks and the mess he made on his stomach and skirt.
Crocodile pulled him into his lap after he cleaned their messes, holding him close with his left arm as he smoked his cigar. Buggy looked up at him and he had his head tilted back against the headrest of his chair with his eyes closed, just slowly puffing at his cigar. It was a unique sight, something he’d never seen before from Crocodile. It made him feel at peace to see him so relaxed, especially while sitting in his lap. Buggy leaned into Crocodile, resting his head on his chest and closed his eyes. What they just did, it changed their relationship forever. And at the moment, Buggy liked where it was going.
