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the air was heavy with tension in the room, the seconds passed slowly as Crocodile and Mihawk were tied to two chairs. They tried to stay calm despite the unusual situation and worry about what would happen next. crocodile, eyes closed, tried to control his emotions. He thought of all the ways to escape from this unexpected situation. He was usually so careful, always one step ahead. And yet, he had let himself be surprised, and he didn't like it at all. mihawk, for his part, remained calm and detached. He silently studied his surroundings, looking for an opening, a weakness in their opponents' guard. He was more than determined not to be surprised.

crocodile and Mihawk felt the presence of a person behind them. They tensed instinctively, preparing for anything. Unfortunately, being tied up, their movements were limited. the tension in the air was palpable as Crocodile and Mihawk expected to receive a blow, a threat, anything. But the person remained silent and motionless behind them. The seconds passed slowly, leaving them waiting.

the contact of the glove on their necks caused Crocodile and Mihawk to shiver. It was clear that this person was trying to intimidate them, to make them feel uncomfortable. However, they remained unfazed, determined not to show any weakness. the familiar scent of the ocean, popcorn, and vanilla echoed Crocodile and Mihawk's perceptions. These smells were strangely comforting. But they remained on guard, unsure of the identity of this person.

“Are you comfortable?”

the sound of Buggy's voice made Crocodille and Mihawk shudder. They were surprised, even confused. How was this possible? How had a stupid clown with no fighting skills managed to capture them? They were silent for a moment, trying to understand what was happening.

Crocodile was the first to break the silence, his voice laced with sarcasm.

“Buggy?”

"What's wrong Croccy? You need a few things."

Buggy's response confirmed Crocodile and Mihawk's suspicions. It wasn't possible, and yet... They were still surprised by Buggy's confident tone while remaining tied to the chairs. They exchanged confused looks.

mihawk cleared his throat, speaking to Buggy with a soft, almost dangerous voice.

“And what is the reason we are tied up here?”

“Mhhh, I just wanted to have you near me, that’s all.”

Buggy's response seemed innocent, but Crocodile and Mihawk were too smart to be fooled. They didn't believe for a single second that the clown had captured them just to have them near him.

Mihawk gave a sarcastic chuckle, one eyebrow raised.

"And may I know what your plan is? Keep us tied up here all day?"

“I want to keep you forever, Hawky.”

Buggy's response surprised and worried Crocodile and Mihawk at the same time. it was clear that the clown had intentions beyond simple capture. They remained silent, waiting for his next word.

“I tried hard, it wasn’t easy getting you druggedthere was always someone in my way, but look I have you near me now."

Buggy's comments made the two ex-shichibukai shudder. They were caught off guard by his words. How had this idiot managed to drug them without being detected? and why did he want them near him anyway?

Crocodile, looking suspicious, asked coldly.

"Why exactly do you want us near you? What do you plan to do with us?"

"What? I'm not going to do anything to you."

Buggy's tone was too innocent, too detached, which made Crocodile and Mihawk suspicious. They couldn't help but wonder what secrets were hidden behind this gesture of capturing two ex-shichibukai to keep them close to him. they exchanged wary glances, trying to reassure each other that they weren't being fooled by Buggy's deceptive words.

Crocodile and Mihawk stiffened, watching Buggy's movements with cold, suspicious eyes. the clown seemed almost childish, tracing his fingers over their skin in a gentle gesture, but Crocodile and Mihawk knew that gentleness could be deceptive. Crocodile and Mihawk's gaze darkened as they found themselves faced with the sudden presence of Buggy, crouching in front of them, his blue eyes staring at them without emitting emotion. the possessive gesture on their knees did not go unnoticed, and they stood on guard, as if they were being considered as something to be owned.

the feeling of the glove on their knees was strangely disturbing, and yet there was nothing they could do about it. Crocodile, although so confident in himself, wondered about the clown's intentions towards them. and Mihawk, silent, remained vigilant, watching the clown's every move, determined not to be fooled by his tricks. They were trapped, not knowing what Buggy's next move was.

“Poor little things, the clown, you played a good joke.”

Buggy's disturbing smile made Crocodile and Mihawk shudder. The tone of his voice was tinged with a contemptuous irony that offended them. They weren't usually reduced to being a "little thing", especially by someone so far below them in terms of strength level. and yet they remained silent, waiting to see what game the clown was playing. Crocodile and Mihawk's hearts were beating slowly in their chests. they wondered since when the clown was so dark and cold, or if it was just a cover to hide his lack of strength, as was often the case with clowns. they watched the clown's movements warily, trying to find an opportunity to escape, although they couldn't do much about it being strapped into their chairs.

“Clowns always have a face under their makeup.”

Crocodile and Mihawk felt small compared to Buggy who towered over them at his full height, especially with the chairs they were tied to. They felt vulnerable, like prey in the claws of a predator. Buggy's comment about clowns sent shivers down their spines, but they didn't let it show, determined not to show their fear to this clown.

"It was hard and laborious. But you were fooled like fools. I don’t blame you, you’re so full of yourself and I respect that.”

Buggy's words irritated Crocodile and Mihawk, who were used to being admired and respected, not insulted like fools. They felt humiliated by this clown, even though he was so weak.  they couldn't help but be defensive, especially after being drugged and unsuspectingly captured. They remained silent, determined not to let any of their emotions show.

“Since we met at Marine Ford, I've become a little obsessed with you. I was supposed to have you all to myself...but what an irony it was you who came to me. The cross guild fell in love I must say, all it took was a lie to offer me as a business partner and it was done."

Buggy's words made Crocodile and Mihawk shudder. they exchanged a look, incredulous and furious at having been so easily deceived by the clown.they were ex-shichibukai, powerful and respected, and yet, this stupid clown who was supposed to not represent a danger had managed to manipulate them, make them fragile, and capture them without even realizing it. They were humiliated to the highest degree.

"You haunt my thoughts day and night. This is all your fault, don't blame me for all this. If you weren't in my head so often this would never have happened."

Buggy's words were so absurd that they were almost laughable. he complained about being obsessed, while trying to place the blame entirely on them. Crocodile and Mihawk felt their anger growing. They were insulted to be considered responsible for this clown's stupid obsession.

"But I forgive you, I'm really in love with you two. Let's forget all that, let's live together forever. Be around only me, only talk to me, and only look at me."

Buggy's words were disturbingly possessive. Crocodile and Mihawk were furious at being considered property that one owns and controls one's interactions with others.
They exchanged a look that was both incredulous and indignant. how dare this stupid clown pretend to be in love with them, especially after drugging and capturing them for this purpose?

Crocodile was seething inside, knowing full well that this clown's affection was probably due to a simple possessive whim. he told himself that as soon as the clown got tired of it, he would return to his life as a stupid clown, but he was determined to make him regret until the end of his days this crazy idea of ​​having dared to capture them from the sort.
Mihawk was also angry, but he remained stoic and determined. he knew he was in a delicate position, but he remained determined not to let his emotions show. They both remained silent, determined not to show this clown the full extent of their anger and disgust at his possessive and disturbing words.

the sudden switching on of the light made Crocodile and Mihawk blink. They still couldn't get used to it after waking up in the dark. the moonbeams filtering through the window were the only light they had before the light opened, creating a stark contrast to the previous darkness.

Crocodile and Mihawk's hearts stopped beating when they saw the walls of the room covered with photos of them. It was so disturbing how closely the clown had been watching and spying on them up close. The photos depicted moments when they were both solo and as a duo. they were totally shocked to see this evidence of the clown's strange obsession with them.

Crocodile was as much incredulous as surprised. How had this stupid clown managed to recover so many photos of himself, even those that should have been private and unavailable? he suddenly felt so exposed, so vulnerable seeing all these photos on the bedroom walls. Mihawk was as surprised as he was disconcerted to see all these photos of him and Crocodile on the walls of the room. he was usually so secretive, so guarded, and yet here he was totally exposed in every attitude thanks to this stupid clown and his strange fascination with them.

"I'm so happy. It's so much better to have you here in the flesh in this room. the photos were really becoming insufficient."

Buggy's words were all the more disturbing because they confirmed the depth of his obsession with them. the photos were therefore not satisfactory enough for him, and he needed to have them in the flesh, before his eyes and in his room.

“Our love can be lived without unnecessary obstacles. All nuisances kept out of my way.”

Buggy's words were laced with a disturbing possessiveness. He spoke as if their love was already a certainty, a fact, without even bothering to ask Crocodile and Mihawk's opinion. the two ex-shichibukai were completely speechless at the arrogance and unconsciousness of Buggy, the clown who treats them like his possessions and grants himself the right to manage their lives.

"I really want to untie you. The drugs shouldn't have too much effect now. but who tells me that your love is so strong? You'll probably try to run away."

The fact that Buggy even mentioned the possibility of detaching them was surprising, if not strange. especially as he expressed his doubts about the depth of their love, insinuating that if they were detached they would try to run away, thus proving that they were not as in love with him as he believed.

"Do you love me? I can trust you loves
?”

Buggy's words were so sweet as to be almost false, yet it was obvious that he was waiting for a sincere and satisfying response from them, wanting to hear that they loved him and that they cared for him. trust and above all that they would not try toescape if they were detached.Crocodile was determined not to answer this stupid question, not to give in to this pitiful demand for validation and love. He refused to admit that he could feel love for the stupid, possessive clown in front of him.
mihawk was like Crocodile, determined not to give Buggy the satisfaction of answering his question. He refused to level with this stupid clown, to give him even the slightest crumb of attention and validation that he seemed so desperately to crave.

“Are you shyIt’s really adorable.”

Buggy's caresses on their faces were so embarrassingly gentle that it was almost frightening. They wanted to escape this contact but still felt too weak and too dizzy from the drug to react as they wanted.

"I'm going to have to leave you tied up, I'm sorry."

Buggy's words were callously insensitive. He was sorry to have to leave them tied up, but at the same time he seemed determined to control them and keep them under his control, both physically and mentally.

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Crocodile and Mihawk remained alone in the room for hours, tied to their chairs, determined to find a way to escape from their captivity. they both wanted to escape the clown's obsession, his honeyed caresses, his possessive words which made them shudder with disgust.

"I'm back."

both men stiffened when they heard Buggy's voice, determined not to appear weak or afraid in front of him, despite the frustration of remaining tied up in this room.

"It's already late, two o'clock in the morning, it's time to rest now."

both men felt the needles of the syringe being inserted into their necks, and another dose of the drug seeped into their system. they were determined to resist, to fight against the effect of the drug, but they felt increasingly weak and dizzy, their eyes growing heavy from deep sleep.

“I love you.”

Buggy's words were like an echo in the darkness, losing all meaning as Crocodile and Mihawk slowly slipped into unconsciousness from the dose of drugs they had just received. they slowly fell into a deep sleep, their determinations vanishing behind a curtain of fatigue and darkness.

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Crocodile and Mihawk slowly woke up, still dizzy and weak from the dose of drugs they had received. they were still tied up, now lying on a bed, the marine granite handcuffs still immobilizing them. They were still looking for an opportunity to escape from their captivity.

"Are you awake? If you're looking for a solution it's too late I got Yoru to safety."

the ex-shichibukai turned their gaze towards Buggy upon hearing his words, determined to be as fearless and fierce as possible despite their current weak state. they were determined not to show any weakness or fear in front of the clown, although they knew they were in a precarious situation if they could no longer rely on their weapons to escape.

both men were determined to be on alert, watching Buggy closely as he busied himself drawing near them. They were determined not to be fooled by his apparent nonchalance and to remain on guard against this clown. it was clear that they couldn't underestimate him, especially now that they were so weak and without their weapons.

"I've drawn you sleeping a dozen times. It's so satisfying to watch you for hours."

they were incredulous to hear him exclaim his contentment at having observed them sleeping for hours. They felt seen as animals, exposed and vulnerable, completely out of their control. This feeling of helplessness and violation made them angry, but they remained determined not to let anything show in front of this fearless clown.

“Are you hungry?”

The two pirates felt their stomachs growl with appetite upon hearing Buggy's question. they didn't want to show weakness by admitting it, but their bodies betrayed them by revealing their hunger. They remained determined not to say anything, not to ask anything from this clown, while really wanting food. their bellies roared uncomfortably, but they were determined not to show their weakness. However, it was clear that they had been starved for food for a while, especially after being drugged and tied up for so long, they felt weak and exhausted.

“I made you something to eat but we’re going to have to talk about that.”

They tensed upon hearing Buggy's condition, knowing that they would have to talk if they wanted to enjoy the food he seemed to have prepared. they were determined to restrict their conversation as much as possible, to say no more than was necessary, so as not to cede too much information or satisfaction to this clown.

"If I were you. I'll talk to them as soon as possible."

they were determined to be stubborn, but the hunger in their stomachs made them give in sooner than they wanted to. They knew that it was more reasonable to talk and satisfy this clown in order to get food, than to allow themselves to starve out of pure stubbornness.
“I tried to be nice but you two are spoiled lovers.”

The two ex-shichibukai were outraged to hear him calling them "spoiled lovers". they were determined to resist and not give in any further to this clown, but they felt a growing hunger in their stomach that compelled them to speak. They watched in confusion as Buggy returned with a funnel, blender, and food. they couldn't help but wonder what he wanted to do with these items.

Both men were horrified to feel the funnel in their mouths, trying to struggle and resist the food they were forced to eat. yet, they were determined to resist, determined not to let this clown treat them like animals. They were furious at feeling so weak and helpless, at not being able to resist this fearless clown.

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they felt totally drained and exhausted after being forced to eat food by this clown. .they were furious at feeling so weak, so helpless against him, unable to resist his whims without feeling too weak to move, unable to fight against him without passing out from lack of energy. they were determined to take revenge for this humiliation, even if it would take time.

"Kindness doesn't work with you huh? Don't expect me to be nice again until you show me some love in return."

they were determined not to react to Buggy's words, determined not to give in to this clown's provocations. they were determined to remain stubborn, to oppose this clown and not give him the satisfaction of getting love from them, even knowing that they were in a weak position.

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They were disoriented to find themselves in the dark for who knows how long. They didn't really have a sense of time, not knowing if it had been a few hours, a few days, or a few weeks. they were determined to use this time to their advantage, to try to find a way to escape, to free themselves from their handcuffs. But they were also determined not to give in to fatigue, hunger and thirst, determined not to show weakness in the face of this clown.

they noticed Buggy's appearance, his smeared makeup and messy blue hair, seeming to indicate that he was tired or agitated. they were determined to stay on guard, determined not to show themselves weak against this clown, even if they were weak and exhausted after their confinement in the dark.

“It’s been a week, one of you is going to come with me.”

they were surprised at Buggy's revelation about how long they had been here. They were determined not to show weakness to this clown, determined to keep quiet and not speak, determined not to rush in or be fooled. they were determined not to give in to his whims.

"I don't have a favorite I promise but I need more, always more, I've punished you enough."

they were determined to keep quiet, determined not to give in to this clown's whims, determined not to be manipulated by his words. They wondered what he planned to do with them now.

mihawk didn't want to give in to Buggy's touch, not to give in to it or to show weakness to this clown. He remained imperturbable, not giving in even if his hair was gently stroked.

“It’s a slave collar. I’m not going to teach you that it would be better for you to listen.”

Mihawk was furious to hear Buggy say the collar was a slave collar and to feel the cold touch of the collar against his neck. However, he does not show his fury, does not give in to his emotions and remains imperturbable in the face of this clown. Ah, don't stoop to behaving like a slave to this clown, even if he was completely defenseless at this very moment.

“You’re so pretty.”

mihawk was on guard, showing no vulnerability even though his wrists and ankles were untied. Not wanting to show any sign of fear even though he was aware of his vulnerability. mihawk walks with determination although he feels weak after not moving for so long. He felt vulnerable, weak following directions like a dog on a leash pulled by Buggy.

"Croccy don't be jealous. Next time it'll be you."

Crocodile was alone now, trying not to worry about Mihawk, not wanting to give in to loneliness. He had to remain steadfast, not let his emotions get in the way. He wanted to escape from his captivity, to take revenge for the humiliation of this clown.

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mihawk hide his anxiety, don't show his fear even if he was tied to a table and kept on a leash by Buggy. Do not give in to this clown, do not show weakness and remain imperturbable, do not give in even if the situation was totally degrading for him. he repeated these sentences like a mantra. Not giving in to Buggy's touch on his skin, not reacting to his nudity,  not showing weakness, remaining as unfazed as possible even though he was completely defenseless and at the mercy of this crazy clown.

mihawk shivered at Buggy's sensual caresses and the wild way he kissed him until his lips bled, over and over again even though the kiss was hard and wild and left him with a taste of blood between his lips. It was all totally humiliating and disgusting for him. the caresses were possessive and gentle on his skin yet he couldn't help but feel his sensitive nipples inflame and his breathing quicken, his cheeks redden and his head foggy with sensations. he didn't want to let go of the excitement or the sensations yet he felt his heart speed up while Buggy was having fun with his delicious skin.

“Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.” thought Mihawk determined not to give in to the provocative and intoxicating sensations but yet he felt his determination crumbling under Buggy's soft and wild kisses, his fingers on his sensitive skin and his bleeding bites, his breathing stoppeddoing this more and more quickly and audibly, his cheeks reddening embarrassingly.Breathing short, Mihawk couldn't stop the sensations from taking over him, his body reacting to Buggy's caresses and kisses, his thoughts determined not to give in and yet the pleasure seeping in with each new kiss, each new bite, each new mark of possession. he was determined not to give in but he couldn't help but imagine the sensations he would experience by responding to the caresses, by returning the blows, by letting himself be carried away.

"You are beautiful."

Buggy's voice, soft for once, whispered the words you are beautiful in his ear.the word "beautiful" was so unexpected and yet it seemed so sincere that Mihawk couldn't help but feel his heart beat a little faster, his cheeks coloring more and more red, his breathing quickening even more more intense, his determination wavering, his thoughtsdetermined not to give in yet becoming more and more incoherent.“I love you, Hawky.”

These words were like an arrow piercing his heart. It was so sudden, so unexpected, so strange. These words seemed so sincere though. and yet, it was so sudden, so unexpected that even Mihawk's determination crumbled like sand, his lips trembling incoherently, his cheeks turning a little pinker, his heart racing.

“Give up, I will take care of you, cherish you.”

Buggy's words were like a sweet melody, his promises silky and sensual, his intentions sincere. Mihawk's heart seemed to melt like wax, his resolve crumbling beneath Buggy's words. he was determined to hold on but he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to give up, to be cherished by Buggy.

“Mihawk?”

Mihawk didn't even realize that he had been silent the entire time, caught in thought. he was determined not to say anything, to remain imperturbable, but yet the words came alone from his lips.

"...What, Buggy?"

“It’s been a long time.” He said purring as he heard her voice. "Do you want to be mine? And for me to be yours in return?"

Buggy's purring was strangely pleasant to hear, his tender, sensual words sending shivers down the back of his neck. the words "be mine and I'm yours in return" were so incredibly sensual and they melted Mihawk's heart, destroyed his resolve, made him wonder what it would be like to surrender to him, to give himself it is up to him to possess it in return.

“You only have one word to say.”

Mihawk's resolve was shattered, his heart was beating wildly, his breathing was even faster, his cheeks were embarrassingly red. it was totally humiliating to feel like this in front of this clown and yet his whispered, sensual and determined words made everything feel so sweet, so exciting, so dangerous, so attractive.

"Yes."

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the feeling was so strange to abandon yourself to Buggy, to abandon yourself to his caresses and his kisses. Yet it felt so incredibly good, so sensual, so satisfying, so sweet. every gesture was as caring as possible, every kiss gentle while also being wild and possessive. Yet each caress was just as gentle. Mihawk's feelings were completely incoherently muddled, his determinations torn into a thousand pieces.

mihawk had never imagined feeling such abandonment, such intense pleasure, yet he felt totally carried away by the sensations, totally subjugated by Buggy's caresses and kisses, letting himself go, completely abandoning himself to his partner . everything was so sensual, so sweet, so painful, so good, so delicious and yet he had never felt something so incredible until now.

mihawk felt totally lost in the sensations, moans leaving his mouth as they completely surrendered to each other, totally determined to feel these sensations again and again, letting themselves be carried away by the pleasure. every thrust, every moan was filled with a mixture of sweetness that completely melted his heart. He was Buggy's as Buggy was his.

The pleasure Mihawk felt was so good, sensual, intense, experiencing these sensations again and again. he lost himself in his moans, those of Buggy mingling with his own, completely abandoning himself to the comings and goings until he no longer felt anything, felt nothing other than a sea of ​​pleasure, nothing more than Buggy, experience this moment to the end.
mihawk moans loudly as he comes intensely, losing himself in this intense moment with Buggy, experiencing this pleasure to the point of exhaustion, giving himself entirely to his partner, kissing him, completely melting into him. Surrendering to Buggy, surrendering to this beloved clown. mihawk moaned softly as he felt Buggy's warmth inside him, receiving all of him.

"Forgive me for what I did to you and Croccy. But my love is so intense, you understand?"

“I… I understand.”

“You send me off happy, I am yours, as much as you are mine I will never hurt you again.”

“It’s… it’s the same for me…”

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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mihawk lets himself be done by Buggy, completely abandoning himself to the clown, letting him take care of him while also taking care of himself. Mihawk returns the care, takes care of him, takes care of Buggy as he takes care of him.

"It would have been even better with Croccy with us. But he's so stubborn, isn't he? Not understanding the love I have for him. No, the love we have for him, right?"

"Yes...he doesn't really understand our love..."

“We should show him, right?”

“Yes, we have to show him…”

Mihawk smiled back while returning the passionate kiss, returning her kisses while letting himself be completely carried away.

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mihawk to fully enjoy the fact of no longer being tied up in a dark room, the space and freedom he now had, the luxury of having more room to move. mihawa to enjoy all the luxuries that were offered by the freedom he now had, all the pleasures that it offered him, all that Buggy offered him.

“Hawky darling, I want to go see Croccy, do you want to come with me?”

"Yes, I'm coming with you..."

*-*-*-*-*

"Croccy baby, you still don't want my and Mihawk's love for you?"

Crocodile was determined not to give in,  not to respond, not to give in to this clown. he's determined not to say anything like always, determined to stay silent like he had for all these hours and all these days.

“Hawky tell him how good we are together.”

"That's right..." Mihawk said. "I... I've never felt so many things at once... but now I feel like I'm enjoying so many pleasures I've ever known..."

mihawk was determined by talking to Crocodile, to explain to him that he was happy with Buggy, to tell him about the well-being he had felt. To enjoy these pleasures, to enjoy this happiness that he felt with the clown. explaining to him how happy he was with these new sensations he was now feeling with Buggy.

"See Croccy? Hawky and I are happy but it will be even better with you."

Crocodile's heart was beating chaotically, the feeling of being happy for them causing a strange feeling in his chest. He wanted to remain silent, not to humiliate himself by giving in and showing that he too was envious of feeling these sensations.

"Let's show him, Hawky."

"I...yes..." Mihawk said, turning to Crocodile, wanting to show him how he felt.

.Crocodile's eyes lingering on the bite marks and hickeys on Mihawk's body, a strange feeling in his heart took hold, a strange feeling in his chest that seemed completely foreign to him. Crocodile's heart pounded while looking at Mihawk's body, knowing that he felt this feeling... what he didn't want to feel. This feeling that he knew so well but which was nevertheless so foreign to this moment. this feeling which he had never wanted, the feeling which frightened him so much despite the fact that the meaning he always gave it was so good... this feeling which he loved so much, yet which he hated so much...

Crocodile's eyes lingered on Mihawk's name carved into Buggy's collarbone, he felt this feeling even more intensely. His heart was still beating chaotically as he observed the two men in front of him. his heart was determined to feel this feeling that he wanted so badly to forget, yet a feeling.... never to be detached from it... his eyes lingering on the two figures in front of him.

Crocodile's eyes were on the two men making love next to him. Buggy's movements in the act, precise and deep, made Crocodile's heart vibrate, as if his heart also wanted to feel the same feeling that Mihawk must have felt in this moment of possession.

Mihawk's moans echoed through the room, as did Crocodile's heart beating with each of them. Buggy's eager mouth on Mihawk's nipples made Crocodile's heart palpitate, he wants some too, this touch from Buggy and Mihawk.

"Do you want Croccy? Do you want to be mine and Hawky? To be yours in return. The possession of having the love of not one but two people."

Buggy's words made Crocodile's heart flutter uncontrollably,  imagining receiving the love of one but two men, possessing other beings... a concept always so comforting and amusing at the same time.

“You don’t have to answer yes or no.”

"... Yes..." Crocodile said simply.

Both men came at the same time, when Crocodile finally declared that he wanted to be theirs.

Buggy's kiss was Buggy's way of apologizing for tying him up and leaving him in the dark all his hours. Buggy kissed his lower back after getting off, Mihawk continued to tend to his chest, licking and sucking his nipples, caressing his pecs and stomach.

"There sorry Croccy for locking you up for so long but Hawky and I are here now."

crocodile had been craving all of this for so long. He was feeling all these feelings. New stimulations that he was not satisfied enough with his hand.

“I missed you…I was so lonely…”

“We missed you too.”

mihawk was still busy with her breast, licking and sucking again while touching her ass.

“Please don’t ever leave me alone again…”

“Never again, Never again will I hurt you Croccy baby.”

Crocodile moaned and pressed against Buggy. feeling Buggy's body against his feels so good. It's been so long since he felt the touch of another man against him, and on top of that Buggy does everything for the cuddle….

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Crocodile closed his eyes. the sensations were so great and good. Once again he was happy to be with Buggy and Mihawk. Mihawk moved first before Buggy moved too. Both moved at the same time. Crocodile moaned with every movement. It felt so good. he so needed these men and that...

The movements of both men were so good, so satisfying even. Crocodile was moaning completely lost in their arms. it was like his body was living, like it was alive again after a year of silence and absence.  The movements were deeper and stronger. It felt so good on him. Crocodile was enjoying it all. finally feel their touch, their warmth against his body. It makes him feel good and so happy. Crocodile felt so good in their arms. He squeezed their arms tightly. He moaned constantly, his face reflected his happiness. He is smiling while feeling alive...

“We love you Croccy.”

These words, these words make him so happy. He looked at Buggy with his eyes while moving his body with the two men's movements.

“I love you too… I love you so much.”

Crocodile's breathing was short, he was breathing hard.he was still in Buggy and Mihawk's arms, he felt good and happy after having his first hug in so long from his men, and what's more they showed him their love with their act too. he was very moved while hugging them, with their warmth and their presence he felt like he was finally safe... He did well by leaving Buggy and Mihawk.

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Crocodile looked at the necklace, he was quite surprised by this gesture but happy. he smiled sweetly at her when Buggy gave one like Mihawk, he was also happy to be marked by Mihawk again. He wanted so much for them to be the one and only to have it.

mihawk was sleeping on Buggy and Crocodile was sleeping on his chest. They hugged each other. It feels so good for the three of them to sleep together after everything they've been through lately... to sleep safe and peaceful in their bed. they were so happy to be all together...

"The clown won the hearts of two powerful monsters. I knew you would be mine, Croccy baby, Hawky darling." Buggy smiled as he ran his gloved hands through their hair.

The end.

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Crocodile put an arm around Mihawk and attract him closer to him. Mihawk seemed a little pissed off, throwing disgust for all fans. Mihawk licks its upper lip with irritation. "What a ridiculous spectacle." He mumbles for himself, his eyes always on girls shouting around him. Crocodile laughs slowly.

"You are just afraid of admitting that you like it." He gives Mihawk a little nudge in the ribs.

Mihawk turns to give him a black look. "You dream." He plunges back into a louder air. "I can't believe I came in this silly thing ..."

Crocodile laughs more and more now. "Come on, Mihawk. Don't be so grumpy." He gives Mihawk another stroke, a mischievous smile on his face

Mihawk is making a face by sighing. "Easy for you to say that. You won't be deaf soon because of all these howling girls ..."

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Mihawk couldn't take his eyes off the boy on stage. He is really exclaiming internally how incredibly cute is this boy? And his song ... he is hypnotizing. Crocodile noticed the change in the expression of Mihawk and the little pantry that he let out. His eyes were riveted on stage as if he were hypnotized A slight smile takes shape on the crocodile's face to the reaction of Mihawk. He knew that Mihawk could be difficult and very critical, so he was fun to see him so captivated by someone like Buggy. Mihawk still didn't come back. This boy. It was simply impossible to ignore how cute it was. His eyes were so expressive, his smile so bright. And his voice?! He had to bite his tongue so as not to let another little sigh.

Crocodile could not help teasing Mihawk how obvious that it was captivated.

"You look a little obsessed." Crocodile chuckle.

Mihawk turns to launch a black look at Crocodile, but he cannot deny the truth. He looked obsessed and he knew it himself. His eyes turn to Buggy again, always fascinated by his presence on stage. And then, Mihawk felt like a teenager without experience. His heart started beating faster and his cheeks heated when he saw how close Buggy was. He quickly looked up and took several deep breaths to try to calm down.

Crocodile continued to laugh while observing Mihawk's reaction. He could almost hear Mihawk's heart beat faster and see the red on his cheeks. He looked at Mihawk, whispering.

"You are so obvious."

Mihawk sighed when he heard the Crocodile's remark. "So what?" He whispered, trying to appear indifferent but failing miserably. His voice was a bit on the nerves.

Crocodile sneers more and more. "And then, you have the crush on a little Korean idol." He leaned a little closer, a teasing look on his face

Mihawk rolled her eyes while sighing. "Oh, shut up." He crossed his arms, but could not help throwing another look towards Buggy on stage, and his heart beat a little louder while looking at him.

Mihawk froze at the sight of Buggy touching the hands of fans. He felt a pinch of jealousy while watching him touch the hands of other people. It was well aware that it was ridiculous to feel this, but he couldn't help it.

Crocodile notes Mihawk's reaction and can't help but laugh again.

"Are you really jealous of that?" He asks with a mocking air

Mihawk has a bad face. "I'm not jealous." He says, looking away. But his voice flickering a little and swallowing with difficulty. He is consumed considerably because he cannot totally hide what he feels*

Mihawk bites his lip, thinking. Could it really work? He looks at Crocodile, who always has his unbearable teasing air on his face, as if he knew exactly what Mihawk wanted to do.

Crocodile smiles more and more. "Come on, Mihawk. You know you want it." He says, giving him a mischievous nugget.

Mihawk pushes another sigh, but cannot deny that Crocodile was right. He wanted to try to touch Buggy, even if it meant to shake up the fans around him a little. Crocodile leans a little closer and whispers. "Let's go." He begins to make his way through the crowd of girls, Mihawk follows in silence behind him. Mihawk tries not to think too much about the crowd of girls around them. He focuses only on Buggy on stage, and on the fact that he might have the opportunity to touch him. His heart is beating even faster than before. They get closer to the scene and Crocodile is a few meters from Buggy, Mihawk just behind him. The girls around them cry and howl, trying to attract Buggy's attention. Mihawk stars Buggy, who seems to have fun touching the hands of certain fans. He freezes for a moment, not knowing what he should do. Crocodile encourages him from the gaze, by pushing him gently forward. Mihawk takes a deep inspiration, trying to pull himself together. He advances forward, now standing right next to Crocodile. He can hear the beat of his heart in his ears and he can feel his stomach get stingy in all directions. He slowly hands his hand towards Buggy's.

Mihawk feels a thrill passing on him by feeling the hot hand of Buggy in his. His heart beats faster than ever and he cannot refrain from appreciating contact. He looks at Buggy's face, trying to hold a smile that tries to take shape on his lips. Mihawk feels a slight disappointment by feeling the hand of Buggy detaching herself from hers. He desperately wants to feel this contact again, but Buggy has already left to see other fans around him. Crocodile notes the glow of disappointment in the eyes of Mihawk and approaches him.

"Don't be too sadYou managed to touch him, which is already huge. "He says, a sly smile on his face.

Mihawk sighs and rolls his eyes. "Yeah, so? It was just a quick touch. It was not enough." He mumbles as a sulk.

Crocodile laughs slowly. "Ah no? Did you want it anymore?" He teases Mihawk, knowing exactly what he meant.

Mihawk sends him a black look. "Of course yes, fool."

Crocodile laughs more and more. "Calm down, Mihawk.You are supposed to be calm and cold, not a transi lover. "

Mihawk crosses his arms and sighs while sighing. "Easy to say for you. You are not attracted to him." He responds dryly.

Crocodile smiles even more. "Oh, I'm not saying that I can't find it cuteBut I am much more gifted than you to hide my attractions. "

Mihawk rolls his eyes again, a frustrated sigh escapes from him. "It is not my fault if I am attracted to him, he is an adorable damn Korean idol."

Crocodile gives him another elbow, always with a malicious smile. "Speaking of his idol status, you know that he must be inaccessible for everyone. Even for you, the illustrious Hawkeye Mihawk."

Mihawk scams when he heard that. "You are really telling me that I have no chance with him just because he is an idol?"

Crocodile increases their shoulders, a nonchalant air on the face. "It's the truth. Korean idols have very strict rules in terms of relationshipsIf they are seen with someone, it can ruin their careers. "

Mihawk sighs again, this time with frustration. "So it's impossible for me. I can't have anything with him, even if I really want to have something?"

Crocodile nods. "Unfortunately yes. As attracted as you can be by him, you should never have anything with him other than what takes place to the public."

"I hope."

*-*-*-*-*-*

"As you know you all put a paper with your name and surname in a box before the concert. And I will tell you why. A name will be drawn and with the person of his choiceShe could not spend an hour no, or even a few hours but an entire weekend with Buggy! "

The announcement of the presenter is immediately welcomed by a huge cry of joy on the part of the fans, all the young girls exclaim joy, hoping that their name is drawn. Mihawk, meanwhile, is paralyzed by surprise. A whole weekend with Buggy? That's all he can think of. He can't help but imagine what it might be to spend an entire weekend with him. But he also knows that this is very unlikely.

"Are you ready?"

All the girls in the room push a huge cry of yes and are increasingly agitating while waiting for the result. The seconds that follow seem to be eternity in the eyes of Mihawk, his heart beats faster while he wonders if, by miracle, he will be chosen. But he reasons quickly, knowing that the chances that he is chosen are minimal.

"Here is the name comes out: Sir Crocodile. Who has the right to guest the people of his choice with him."

Mihawk turns to Crocodile with an air of supplication, hoping that he will understand his silent message. Crocodile looked at Mihawk with a little sly smile, he had already understood what Mihawk wanted him to do.

"Let the people present it with his identity cardAnd the people of his choice to finalize everything there behind the scenes. "

Mihawk does not lose a second, he rushes towards Crocodile and catches it by the wrist.

"Come on, come!"

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Mihawk was sitting next to Crocodile on the plane, he could not refrain from moving in all directions, too excited to be calm. He looked at the landscape by the window, wondering what the weekend was going to book him. Crocodile, for his part, was rather imperturbable. He watched Mihawk in stolen, making fun of his excited reaction. The closer they approached Korea, the more Mihawk felt his stomach tightening. He was nervous, excited, impatient ... and a little terrified at the idea of ​​what awaited him. Finally, the plane landed. Mihawk followed Crocodile like a small dog, hanging on his sleeve, looking around him the surrounding surroundings completely unknown and new for him. They left the airport and went to a limousine waiting for them. Crocodile slipped inside as if he used to have this kind of thing, Mihawk followed him, always stuck to him.

Once installed in limousine, Mihawk looked around, admiring the comfort of the car. He noticed that Crocodile did not seem particularly shaken by all this, as if he were used to this kind of preferential treatment.
Shortly after, they arrived in front of a huge villa. The two men descended from the limousine and were guided to the inside by a bodyguard, which escorted them to their room.

"Mr. Buggy will be there soon. He is preparing a room for two. But yes, you have any requirementsHe said he did not hesitate to share them with staff. "

Mihawk looked around, still stuck with crocodile. He was not coming back, he was going to spend an entire weekend with Buggy, in this gigantic villa. He felt his heart beat faster and faster and had to take a deep inspiration to refrain from showing his excitement too much. Mihawk entered the room, followed by crocodile. He was amazed by the size of the room, high ceilings and luxurious furniture. He felt a little out of place in this luxurious setting, but the excitement of seeing Buggy soon took over.

"I will arrange if you need. The staff are available until 9:00 p.m.". "

Mihawk nodded mechanically in response to bodyguard. He was too busy observing around him, taking all the new information in him. Crocodile settled on an armchair, always with the same indifferent air, as if this kind of luxury had not been surprising it for a long time. Without really being able to contain himself, Mihawk walked towards the window, attracted by the magnificent view of the outside. He looked outside, his eyes widened by what he saw. He then realized that he was really in Korea, in a luxurious place and that he was soon to see Buggy again. After a while, Mihawk settled down with the window and returned to Crocodile, still comfortably assisted in his chair. He felt his heart beat even even more at every minute that was passing, and he couldn't wait.

*-*-*-*-*-*

Mihawk turned to the door, expecting it a member of the staff. He breathed deeply, trying to calm down, knowing that it was probably Buggy soon who would arrive behind the fighter. Mihawk felt his pulse accelerate when he saw Buggy appear behind the door. It was even more beautiful in real life than on TV, and Mihawk had to refrain from not showing it too much.

"Oh? Naneun Nollassda." He said at first. "I'm sorry. I was surprisedI didn't expect it. "

Mihawk felt his heart beating even stronger when hearing Buggy's soft and warm voice. It would be a very difficult weekend if he always reacted like that just for the understanding of his voice ...

"I didn't expect you to be men."

Mihawk and Crocodile exchanged a look, a little surprised by Buggy's reaction. Mihawk was about to say something, but Crocodile Devança. Crocodile looked at him with a nonchalant smile.

"Does that disappoint you?" He asked calm and posed.

"I didn't say that." Calmly answer Buggy. "I just have very few boys fans."

Mihawk felt a little reassured when he heard this, but curious. "Are your fans all girls?" He asked for a little buggy. His heart was still beating so fast, but he was trying to contain himself.

"Most are yes. But all my fans are in my heart."

Mihawk could not help finding this both incredibly cute, but also terribly frustrating. He wanted to be a little selfish and have Buggy's attention for himself.

"I was rude. I did not ask for your first names."

Mihawk came out of his thoughts, approached Buggy a little more. He wanted to be very close to him, want to touch him, but he retained himself.

"My name is Mihawk and he's Crocodile."

"How old are you?"

Mihawk marked a little break, he again felt his heart beat a little faster. He didn't want Buggy to perceive how attractive he found him.

"I am 33 years old." He says, trying to appear nonchalant.

Buggy nodded with seriousness. "33 years old, you are 5 years older than me." He looked at Crocodile from the corner of the eye. "And he?"

Crocodile replied in a half -annoyed voice. "I am 38 years old."

"Hyung you want to take a look? We could go for tourism."

Mihawk hesitated a little. He wanted to be alone with Buggy, but the idea of ​​doing tourism with him seemed also attractive.

"Yeah, why not." He said, trying to appear relaxed

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Mihawk and Crocodile went up in the car, Mihawk being seated at the front and crocodile at the back. Throughout the way, Mihawk could not help throwing small glances at Buggy behind the steering wheel, admiring his concentration and his expert way of driving. They arrived in a somewhat rural area, with magnificent natural landscapes around them. Buggy took the car in a small parking lot and invited Mihawk and Crocodile to go down. Mihawk and Crocodile patiently waited while Buggy was going to get something to eat. When he returned, he handed them skewers, still hot. Mihawk grabs one and felt their good smell. He crunched in it, savoring the unknown, but very pleasant taste.

"Hyung looks." Said Buggy showing a nice corner.

Mihawk followed Buggy's gaze and saw a corner with a magnificent landscape, as if he had left a painting.

"It's magnificent ..." he said, admiring the landscape, a little hypnotized by sight.

"Come with me, I'll show you a few things."

Mihawk and Crocodile followed Buggy. Mihawk couldn't help but take a look at Buggy when he walked in front of them.

Mihawk looked at the deltaplane with a little apprehension. He was not used to this kind of activities, but he forced himself to face his fear.

"Let's go ..." he said, trying to appear confident

"One of you want to come with meUnfortunately, we can't do it three but the next activities I would rotate. "

Mihawk and Crocodiles spanned a quick look. Both wanted to board Buggy on the deltaplane, but they knew they couldn't. After a few seconds of silence, Mihawk finally volunteered.

"I come with you."

"Have you ever done this?"

Mihawk shook his head, a slight smile on the lips. He was trying to hide his uncertainty and apprehension.

"No, this is my first time."

"Don't worry. I'm going to go you will be behind me. And Crocodile will be there with a professional."

Mihawk seemed to be reassured by Buggy's words. He sighed trying to relax a little.

"All right. I trust you. "

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Mihawk was installed behind Buggy, his arms around his waist. He could feel his warmth against him, his smell invaded his nostrils. He was trying to control the beats of his heart which accelerated every second. The deltaplane began to peel off from the ground, Mihawk felt the wind in his hair and the adrenaline pour into her body. He grabbed Buggy more strongly, wanting to feel him even closer. Mihawk, seeing all around him the magnificent landscape at a tall height, felt swept away by the moment. But above all, what made him beat the heart was the presence of Buggy just in front of him, his back against his chest. The silence between them was comfortable, Mihawk felt a bit like in a dream. He had the impression that this moment could not finish, that he wanted this moment to be eternally lasted. Unfortunately, the deltaplane ends up landing. Mihawk released Buggy, feeling a little sad to no longer feel him so close to him.

Mihawk came down from the deltaplane and joined Crocodile who returned. He felt a little sad that this moment was finished, but happy to have had the experience. Crocodile made a little smile.

"How was it?"

Mihawk shrugged, trying to pretend that it hadn't affected him so much.

"It was not bad ... I survived anyway." He looked at Buggy, wondering if he was going to be stuck to him again for the next activity.

"Come we're going to be quad."

Mihawk nodded and followed Buggy to the quads. He was trying not to appear too excited to get behind him on a quad, but he couldn't help but be attracted by him as a magnet.

"HE CROCODILE Do we do it together?"

Crocodile marked a break. He watched Buggy for a moment, then Mihawk next to it, before sighing an annoyed air.

"Yeah, why not."

"Are you going in front of or behind?"

Crocodile is thinking for a moment. He looked at the space reduced behind Buggy and decided that he would be more comfortable forward. He turned to Mihawk.

"I go up in front."

Mihawk could not help feeling a hint of jealousy when he saw Buggy so close to Crocodile, almost pressing his chest against the back of the latter. He wanted to be in his place, to feel Buggy's warm body against his. The quad started and set out. Mihawk was trying not to fix too much on Buggy's back in front of him. He kept his eyes riveted forward, trying to focus on the path rather than on Buggy nearly against Crocodile. The quad continued to roll on the tortuous and steep roads. The landscape around them was magnificent, but Mihawk had trouble noticing it so much he was busy envy Crocodile and his body near Buggy. He wanted to be him. Being able to feel Buggy's warmth against him, be able to have him so close. He felt so selfish at the moment to envy their proximity, but he could not help it.

The ride on the quad lasted a good time, Mihawk was still on the quad behind the other two. He had trouble focusing on something other than Buggy's body sticking to Crocodile, making him jealous at all times. Finally, the quad stopped in an isolated corner. Mihawk put a few moments before going down, still damaged in thoughts. He got closer to Buggy and Crocodile who discussed what could well do after this surquad walk.

"Wait." Said Buggy while looking for his bag on the quad. "I have prepared a few things. If one of you can light a fire I would be impressed."

Crocodile made a little smile, the air a little arrogant.

"I'm going to take care of it." He said, already walking away to look for wood.

Mihawk looked at Crocodile moving away and turned to Buggy. He wanted to take care of the fire too, but knowing that Crocodile had already left for, he decided to stay with him. He got closer to Buggy.

"Have you planned it all?"

"Yes, I didn't want to do some too pretentiousI do not want my fans to think that I am that an idol who lives that derivative products in his effigy. Do you want to help me do the tent? "

Mihawk nodded, trying to appear nonchalant.

"Yeah, of course."

He followed Buggy to the place where he wanted to install his tent. Once arrived, Mihawk did his best to help Buggy to set it up, but if it must be said he wanted to distract him from any other activity so that they can be alone.

Mihawk watched Buggy busy caught the piles, his muscular arms stretching with each gesture. Mihawk could not help admiring his body, muscles, his very efficiency and energy way. Mihawk struggled to detach his Buggy gaze. He wanted to touch him, take him in his arms and train him inside the tent with him ...

"She is ready!"

Mihawk had been a little distracted while looking at Buggy, but he pushed his head.

"Ah ... yeah, I see." He couldn't help admiring the tent, knowing how to be what could go there once at night fall.

*-*-*-*-*-*

Mihawk and Crocodile were hungry after such a full day. They took the dishes that Buggy tended to them and warned of eating around the fire that Crocodile had lit. Mihawk always had a hard time detaching from Buggy, the following look at each movement. He wondered when they would finally have a single moment, without crocodile always around them.

"I told myself that we could draw spells for the tents." He said taking three sticks. "The two smallest sticks will sleep together."

Crocodile raised an eyebrow, a little surprised by the proposal. Mihawk, meanwhile, feels a little nervous, knowing that there was a chance that he sleeps with Buggy ...

"Go ahead take one. We'll see the results."

Mihawk, even more nervous, handed his hand to one of the stick. He hoped that he was the little one. Crocodile took the second stick, then buggy the third. Mihawk looked at the size of the sticks, a heart beating everything. Crocodile had the longest of the two, and himself had the shortest ...Crocodile looked at the sticks, a little disappointed to have the longest. He looked at Mihawk and saw his expression. He immediately understood what it meant ... Mihawk was going to sleep with Buggy alone tonight.

"He starts to do it lateI propose to turn off the fire and a row a little before going to the beds. "

Mihawk nodded, trying to appear impassive, but felt her heart beat everything at the idea of ​​sleeping with Buggy alone tonight. Crocodile also seemed a little disappointed, but he also accepted Buggy's proposal.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Mihawk was trying to remain impassive while Buggy took off her makeup and tied his hair. He was captivated by his natural beauty, finding that he was as magnificent without makeup as with it. His eyes could not detach itself from the least of his movements, detailing each curve from his body, each erotic gesture ...Crocodile, meanwhile, tried not to look too much in their direction. It was not coming back that Mihawk was going to spend the night with Buggy and not him. He was frustrated, jealous, but tried not to show anything.

The silence that reigned around the camp was suddenly interrupted by Crocodile.

"Well, I'm going to bed. Good night." He launched a severe look at Mihawk, as a warning before putting himself in his tent.

"Good night, crocodile Hyung."

Mihawk looked at Crocodile walking away on his tent, a little tense. He then turned to Buggy, looking at him a little embarrassed.

"What are we doing now?"

"Let's go to our tent."

Mihawk nodded, a little nervous. He followed Buggy to the tent, wondering what night was going to reserve them.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

"How much are you a fan of me?"

Mihawk hesitated for a second before answering, a little embarrassed.

"Well, I guess I'm a fairly big fan ... Why this question?"

"As I said. I don't have many male fans."

Mihawk got closer to Buggy, making them touch almost. He stared at him for a moment before answering.

"And you would have preferred to have male fans rather than feminine?"

"I think yes."

"Is it true? And why then?" Said Mihawk, tilting his head on the side, interested in the answer, even if he had a little idea about the probable answer.

"I have a preference for men."

Mihawk couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, a little surprised.

"A preference for men? You mean that ..."

"I was surprised when I saw you and Crocodile Hyung.But it was not unpleasant. "

Mihawk got closer to Buggy, his face a few centimeters from hers.

"Let's say that Crocodile and I are not unrelated to this kind of relationship ..."

"It's good, namely."

Mihawk answered his kiss with even more sensuality, plunging his tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss. He got closer, their hips pressed against each other. Mihawk let out a small groan in this contact on her buttocks. He intensified their kiss, pressing his tongue against that of Buggy while pressing the bottom of his body against his. Mihawk obediently followed the movement, dropping on the covers. He straightened up on his elbows, looking at Buggy hover over him, his eyes filled with envy. He passed his hands on the hips of Buggy, pressing them strongly against his.

Mihawk felt like melting under the touch of Buggy, a small groan escaping from his lips at each suction on his nipples. He buried his hands in the blue buggy hair, tugging lightly on it, each buggy teeth on his nipples. He felt his body warm up in contact. Buggy continued his descent, kissing and licking Mihawk's belly, before arriving at the elastic of his boxers. He pulled him, bringing him down from the hips of Mihawk to the throw in a corner of the tent. Mihawk felt a little blushing when he saw Buggy throwing his boxers, now completely naked under him. He bit his lip slightly, watching him go down by kissing his thigh.

Mihawk let out a stronger groan, stifling a cry of surprise against his arm. He couldn't think of anything else about the feeling of his tongue against his hole. He felt his hot humid tongue of Buggy lick him, hurry against him, turning his flesh so soft. He tried to hold back, but did not manage to silence an all stifled groan. Mihawk's body was trembling, his fingers clung to the blanket, his head leaning backwards, burning his body against the tongue dresses with Buggy. He felt his brain as confused with all the pleasure he experienced, as if he went to an overflow of sensation. His mind cannot form the slightest coherent sentence.

Mihawk struggled to breathe, trying to find his senses. He turned to the side, his body still traveled by the tremor. He tried to fix his eyes on Buggy, but he was not sure that he could put words on his thought.

"MMMH ... B-Buggy ..."

Mihawk felt his jaw drop by seeing him rubbed his cock with his spit, unable to look away. His head turned, feeling all his blood leaving his head to go much lower. Mihawk left Buggy spreading his legs, a little surprised but letting himself go. He felt the cushion under his back, now in place, but also by highlighting it a little more for Buggy. Mihawk moaned, feeling Buggy gradually stretching him. He contracts his fingers around his family, his other hand gripped with the blanket, trying to control his body a little. He felt that he was going to lose his head, but he wanted to feel so much and again, being caught by Buggy until he has no thoughts.

Mihawk shouted strongly, his groans being no longer at all selected, although he tried to contain a little his volume, knowing that with the little barrier there was around their tent, there were a few risks for Crocodile hears it.

"Let him hear himhopefully. He will want his turn. "

Mihawk could not hold back his groan, imagining Crocodile surprising them and wanting his turn. He couldn't think anymore, feeling intoxicated by all the pleasure that Buggy gave him, he wanted it even more, anything, anything to prolong what he felt. Mihawk let out a cry of pleasure with each butoir shot that Buggy gave him, and felt the sensations mounted again and again. His mind was in the fog, his world consisting only of buggy, soft covers against his warm and moist skin, sensations of pleasure that crossed him. He couldn't even speak, barely to breathe, only moaning and shouting louder and loudly, no longer cared of the possible noises that could be heard to the outside of the tent.

He felt his body trembled violently, as on the point of cracked, feeling lost in the flow of sensations he felt. He still wanted, he wanted more, he just wanted to feel over and over all that Buggy brought him.

"B .... buggy .... more .....Still .... "managed to stammers Mihawk, between two strong groans.

Mihawk's groans became even stronger, without any restraint. He was on the edge of orgasm, on the point of cracked, feeling each cells of his body as electrified. His brain as a melted flowing along his ears. Unable to feel an eleven brain capacity right now. Without warning Mihawk let go of a huge geux, his head leaning against the covers, while he enjoyed violently. He felt his orgasm crossed him for long seconds without the slightest coherent thought going through his mind. Feeling like a heap of sensations, unable to think about something other than that. He breathed heavily, resting on the cushion, under Buggy.

Mihawk felt the hot sperm of Buggy against his walls, when he was still trying to regain control of his body. His mind was still a little confused, its rapid heart rate, the body still traveled with trembling. His brain as numb, he felt as if he was just falling asleep on the spot, but a feeling of sweet satisfaction traveled him then, and he felt his mind slowly recovering.
Mihawk sank very quickly in sleep, always extended on the cushion, the covers next to him. Buggy heard a slight rustle behind him, a strong arm surrounded him making him smile.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Mihawk had a hard time holding back his jaw which wanted to get won at the sight of the other two. Stranging on his elbows, his head still a little swayed with sleep. His heart missed a beat while he saw Crocodile, sitting on the ground, holding the hips of Buggy with one hand, Crocodile hugged Buggy's blue wicks with his other hand, the retiuly a little behind. He stared at Mihawk with an intense look, a carnivorous smile with a lip, while giving a blow of hips up.

"Look at us well, Mihawk."

"Mihawk Hyung you are finally awake to what I see."

Mihawk gave his eyes to the remark of Buggy, not expecting that he already notices it. He tried to speak, but only a neck came out of his mouth. Crocodile lets Buggy to give him a slap at the back of the head.

"Don't talk to him." He grabbed a new handful of the wicks of Buggy, attracting him more against him while continuing small hips.

Mihawk scraped his throat, unable to look away from the scene. He had a ball in the stomach, once again feeling a certain puff of heat, seeing Crocodile having so much control on Buggy, and his way of handling it. Crocodile let go of a slight laugh, as if he knew exactly what Mihawk thought. He looked at him almost condescending while he continued to move his basin up against Buggy. Mihawk hardly swallowed her saliva, feeling his face heating a little under the eyes of the crocodile. He was as if hypnotized, unable to look away, even when Crocodile began to smile with a provocative air. Buggy shouted as he enjoyed, his trembling hips against those of Crocodile. He dropped a little heavily against his chest, his head placed on his shoulder. Buggy groans against Crocodile's shoulder, feeling her hot sperm in her ass. He already felt a little exhausted, but could not help a satisfied smile. Crocodile placed a slight kiss in Buggy's neck, a satisfied smile on the face. He made a slight sign of the chin to Mihawk, giving him a heard look.

Mihawk bit his lip, not knowing what to do. He looked at Crocodile and Buggy, hesitant. But Buggy's invitation ends up giving him the cheek necessary to approach the duo. Mihawk found himself sitting on the crocodile torso, face to face with it. He felt a little intimidated under the eyes of Crocodile, a slight smile always hung on his lips. His hands placed on the crocodile shoulders, trying to calm her heart rate a little. Mihawk let out a groan while Buggy played with his nipples, feeling like a show under the eyes of Crocodile. He looked a little crocodile, blushing. Mihawk felt both excited by the touch of Buggy and a little embarrassed to feel it all against Crocodile.

Mihawk bit his lip, feeling a groan trying to cross his mouth. He tried to contain himself under Buggy's caresses, but Crocodile's gaze on him made him even more excited. He tightened his finger on the crocodile shoulders, trying to find a point to support in all of this. His hips trying to wave forward, towards the hand of Buggy. Crocodile looked at him with a satisfied look, as if he knew exactly what effect had buggy on him. He raised an eyebrow, a slight grin at the corner of the lips. He put his hands a little more firmly the hips of Mihawk, as for him, mean to stay in place.

"It's not every day that I do this with my fans." Ronronna Buggy speaking against the hollow of Mihawk's neck. "It may even want you to keep Hyung. You both like it."

Mihawk felt a slight shiver traveling him while Buggy spoke against his neck, his tongue licking his skin. He swallowed, feeling his jaw trembled while Buggy was talking about keeping it. His eyes landed on Crocodile, wondering if he agreed with this idea. A smirk enlivened crocodile's lips, as if he liked this idea. He hugged his fingers around the hips of Mihawk, attracting him a little more against him.

"I have no problem for you to keep it. But you will have to share with us."

Mihawk felt her mouth drying up a little when he heard that. The thought of sharing between the two left it both excited and frightened. He turned his head towards Buggy, a little uncertain.

"I have never been against polyamatrous relationshipsShould I be called Oppa? "Teaquina buggy.

Mihawk felt his head get lost under the caresses of Buggy, as always, the little nickname the exciting without his knowledge. His hips moving gently, her fingers tightened a little on the crocodile shoulders.

"O ...Oppa ..? "Did he hear himself gently pronounced, his brain too fluffed to think really.

"It is a term that girls use in Korea. It is when it is addressed to an older man. A big brother or a boyfriend. As long as it is the recent affection." explained Buggy. "Generally men do not say it but you have the area to love when I say it."

Mihawk bit his lip, feeling both flattered and somewhat confused by this information. He nodded, feeling a slight red dyed his cheeks. Its always fast heart rate, its slightly chaotic breathing.

"I ... I think I like it. Yes."
He tried to focus on what his body felt, while Buggy moved against him.

"Oppa, enjoyed for me."

Buggy's request and the image of him and his cute pout sent a shiver a little too strong in Mihawk's spine, and he felt the enjoyment rises more and more.

"I .... I'm going .... Oh ...." he tried to warn. He felt his sperm sprout, looking gicked to the face of Crocodile.

Buggy removed his hand and Mihawk sank against the crocodile body, trying to find his breathing. His heart was beating shades. He put his head against Crocodile's shoulder, letting himself go a little against him.

"Oppa, you made such a mess."

Mihawk felt his face heated a little under their little exchange, then raised his head to look at Crocodile while Buggy cleaned him.

"I really wonder why I put two tent. If it is so that we can still find three here."

Mihawk found himself surrounded by the other two, wrapped in the blanket. He felt Buggy's arms around him, while Crocodile put an arm on his hip, attracting him a little more against him. He tried to find a comfortable position, a little stuck between the two. His face buried against the flank of the crocodile, while Buggy was stuck against his back. Mihawk and Crocodile did not have the energy to respond to Buggy Savant very well that he had planned this.

"I have a tour." Marmonna Buggy. "Maybe if my two boys fans become my boyfriends. Potentially have the idea of ​​accompanying me. We could have fun."

Mihawk straightened up to Buggy's proposal, a little surprised. He exchanged a brief look with Crocodile, before turning to Buggy.

"A ... tour? Do you mean that you would accompany you everywhere?"

"Admit that you would like it." Rigola Buggy. "You will be with me. Watching me from behind the scenes. You won't have to expect Japan. Then when my tour is finishedWe will make sure you live with me in Korea in my villa. You will not miss anything. "

Mihawk exchanged a new look with Crocodile, and he could see his smile that he completely agreed. Mihawk was thinking for a moment, imagining what Buggy will be following in his tour, being by his side almost permanently. He liked the idea a little too much, and he nodded.

"Yes, I would like it."

"No objection to me eitherIt looks pretty nice. "

"Perfect, now we can oppose."

Mihawk could not hold a slight smile when he heard Buggy again nicknamed Oppa. He nestled a little more against crocodile, a little embarrassed but also a little excited. He closed his eyes, feeling his heart beat a little faster in his chest

"O..oppa." He repeatedly repeated with a little smiling.

Crocodile had actually seen right. They were all obsessed with Buggy, in their own way. The prospect of following him on his tour and becoming his little friends was exciting, even if somewhere, they knew he had trapped them. But basically, none of them really liked to resist Buggy, too attracted to this idol with charming smiles.

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Buggy got up, looking around, completely confused. He had no idea what was going on. He was still in pajamas, without shoes. He looked everywhere, trying to assemble the pieces like a mental puzzle, but nothing seemed logical. He shouted again, hoping to attract the attention of Galdino.

"Galdy !!! Galdy, where are we?!"

Buggy cogs his head against a door, finding itself in pieces on the ground. He made his way through the lock, crossing it without difficulty thanks to his gifts. He looked up and was speechless at the sight of what was in front of him. He had arrived in a magnificent garden filled with roses. Buggy headed in the middle of the roses, admiring the pink and red flowers, their sweet scent tickling his nose. He continued to walk, approaching a yellow brick house.

"Galdy, I'm there! Where are you-"

Seeing Shanks in the form of a cat, Buggy almost choked with his own breath.

"Shanks?! What happened to you?!"

After a short moment of surprise, Buggy took a step forward. He passed his hand in the silky coat of Shanks, which purred gently.

"Someone transformed you into cat, guy ..." he said, a raised eyebrow.

A spring trap appears from the ground, sending Buggy fly into the air before falling suddenly on a flower bed. He slowed down slowly, rubbing his head with a grimace.

"Fucking De-" He swore, inspecting the trap that had dropped him.

This damn Shanks could not help smiling! Buggy Fulmina, pouting by looking at him from the corner of the eye.

"Stop smiling, bastard! It's your fault!"

Shanks continued to smile, purring like a satisfied cat. He trotted to where Buggy was, giving him friendly heads.

"Do not look so upset, small clown."

The fall of the statue left a confused and frustrated buggy. The cat Shanks had really disappeared, leaving him alone in this wonderful garden.

"Mess !" He yelled, kicking a flower.

Suddenly, he heard strange noises in the garden. He turned, trying to spot where this noise came from. Seeing him sitting there, smoking a shisha on a fungus, looked like a dream ... or a nightmare. Buggy blinked several times, pinching several times.

"Croccy?!" He cried, incredulous.

Crocodile turned his head when he heard Buggy's voice, looking at him.

"Oh, it's you." He grumbled, taking a puff of his shisha. "I thought you had gone to lose yourself somewhere."

"Where are we! Croccy baby?!"

Crocodile haussed a eyebrow when he heard the nickname he had just given him.

"Stop being ridiculous. We are here, of course." He says with casualness, pointing the ground by designating the surroundings.

"What? But where are we, exactly!" He says, showing around him.

Crocodile looked up in the sky, clearly annoyed by the lack of attention from his companion.

"We're in a garden, kid. Isn't it easy?"

"You are praising me! I'm going enough!" said Buggy out of this field of shit flowers. Abandoning, this bizarre crocodile. Where is her husband?!

Crocodile looked Buggy starting with a detached air, not really affected by his decision to flee.

"Do as you see fit, clown." He says, pulling a puff from his shisha and leaving the smoke to fuse.

Buggy continued walking, frustrated and confused by all this bizarre situation.

"It's absurd," he marted between his teeth. "A Shanks cat, a crocodile smoking shisha on a fungus ... Where will this insanity stop?"

Buggy groaned after falling. He rubbed his behind endoloris and got up, looking around. He was surprised to see a table in the middle of the garden, placed on a kind of small hill.

"What ..." He mumbled, approaching the table and putting his hand on the lace tablecloth.

Buggy settled on his chair with a confused expression, surrounded by Luffy who jumped on the table playing with various hats. He looked around, perplexed. "What a mess ..." He marticated between his teeth, rubbing his head. Luffy continued to run around the table, laughing and jumping like a child. He removed and put different hats on his head, as if he were playing to disguise himself. Buggy did not know what to do with Luffy's madness. He turned to Galdino, raising a perplexed eyebrow.

"Hey, guy, what are we doing with this kid?"

Galdino wiggled his ears, annoyed by the delay of tea time.

"We are late! We have to hurry!" He exclaimed, half erected ears on his head.

Buggy was perplexed when they saw Galdian act like that. He frowned, confused by all this situation.

"Late why? Tea time?!"

Galdino nodded energetically, erected ears. "Yes ! The time of tea is extremely important! "He said, looking at Buggy with a serious air.

Buggy rolled his eyes, perplexed before the importance given to him by Galdin. "It's just tea, guy. It's not the end of the world."

Galdino grimacked when he heard Buggy's words. "You don't understand the importance of tea time, clown. It's a sacred tradition!"

The sudden cries of Luffy and Galdiano attracted Buggy's attention. "Who arrives?" He asked, looking perplex.

Buggy looked around, confused and disoriented. The table suddenly disappeared, as if by magic. Even Luffy and Galdiano had disappeared.

"Huh? But where did they go?!"

Buggy shudder when he saw Mihawk as a king of hearts, carrying a crown on his head.

"Mihawk?! Damn, what are you doing in a heart of hearts?" He asked, amazed.

Mihawk raised a eyebrow looking at Buggy, a sword in hand.

"I am the king of hearts, of course. Is there a problem with this?" he asked, firmly holding his saber.

"No !!"

Mihawk looked at him with a threatening air, his hand on his sword. "Well. Do not ask other stupid questions, then." He said, his voice sharp like his saber.

Mihawk fixed Buggy with a freezing look, tightening the handle of her saber loud.

"You broke my statue, clown." He said in a threatening voice, the sword ready to run the blood.

"Uh ... on this subjectThis Shanks Chat, scared me by tracing me, I may have struck it without wanting to. "

Mihawk's face darkens more when he heard the mention of Shanks.

"Shanks, huh? And of course, it's his fault and not yours, right?!" he asked acerbic tone.

"I am sorry !!"

Mihawk raised his sword, pointing the sharp point on the heart of Buggy.

"Sorry is not enough, clown. You damaged my precious good and you have to assume the consequences ..."

"Haaaaaaaaaaaa hawky !! Sorry let's sorry !!"

Mihawk grim was hearing the stupid nickname Buggy had given him.

"Never also call me Hawky, Clown." He said, his cold voice like ice. "And you will not escape punishment for what you did!"

Panicked, Buggy fled without asking for his rest, desperately looking to escape Mihawk's anger. Has he already ran so fast in his life? No. He ran and run, going from countless doors all also white ... in any case until he stumbled and fell into a pile of clothes?! Buggy painfully landed in a bunch of clothes, banging his head against something hard.

"Ouch ... it hurts, brothel." He grooved, rubbing his head and looking around.

He quickly realized that he was no longer in the garden. He was now in a bedroom, filled with an impressive amount of costumes. Costumes which he recognized too well. A familiar voice called him from behind, making him jump.

"Here, look who is back."

Buggy turned around by recognizing the voice, to find himself in front of Crocodile with a tuxedo on him. The latter had his cigar again in his mouth, shooting it.

"What"

Crocodile let go of a hoarse laugh, carrying the smoke of his cigar. "You seem surprised to see me here, clown." He said, taking a critical look at him.

"You were on the mushroom, shisha!"

Crocodile sneered when he heard this.
"Indeed, I was smoking quietly on this damn mushroom. What can it do to you?"

"Why are you there now!"

Crocodile sighed by exhaling smoke from his cigarette, pulling a puff.

"I could ask you the same thing, silly. Why are you going like a deraity in my dressing room?

"What is this delirium!?"

Buggy, completely confused and panicked, continued to run in the dressing room, falling by accident on Galdino in a bathtub. He was able to trip but managed to recover. He continued his crazy race through room, crossing Shanks with his Shamrock twin. Luffy was in front of him without an explanation, showing him an outing. Buggy did not hesitate a second and ran towards the exit ... he ran as quickly as possible, hoping to leave this crazy world. He crossed the door and found himself in the open air, far from this madness represented by the dressing room.

"Shit ... How did I land here ...?" He groans between two breathless breaths.

He closed his eyes for a while, trying to relax and try to empty in his bubbling mind. After a few moments, he turned his head, feeling a presence behind him ..Mihawk had silently followed Buggy, piercing him with his sharp blade. His cold and ruthless gaze stared at the clown with a certain contempt.

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Mihawk and Crocodile were sitting on the sofa in front of him, observing his perplexed behavior.

"It seems that you had a bad dream, Buggy." Said Mihawk, leaning towards him, a fun of fun in the eyes.

"Oh Mihawk, I'm sorry to have broken your statue !! I respect your magnificence." He says this prostrating on the sofa. "I'm really sorry, my love, forgive me! Don't kill me."

Mihawk and Crocodile looked at each other confused by the sudden change of attitude of their husband. Mihawk frowned and asked:

"But what are you talking about? Why are you excuse yourself so much?"

"I really respect you! You are a magnificent king of hearts."

Mihawk, still confused, sighed, leaning forward, fixing her husband with her cold eyes.

"Buggy, what are you saying? Why are you crying?"

"All this story of Shanks Chat, which has a hidden twins! Galdino Rabbit in the bathtub with tea time !!"

Crocodile raised a perplexed eyebrow by mentioning these events.

"Shanks chat? A hidden twin? Rabbit Galdino ?You still took the narcotics, my word ... "

"Luffy does tricks with hats !! the crocodile shisha on a fungus!"

Mihawk and Crocodile exchanged a new confused look, trying to understand the rantings of their husband.

"Hats? Chicha? But what are you talking about, damn it? Are you still in your tripping or what?"

"What ?!"

Mihawk let go of an annoyed sigh, leaning forward to catch Buggy's panicked face into his hands.

"Listen, my adored clown, you tell anything. These are just dreams without tail or head!"

Crocodile folds the nose by feeling the familiar smell of substances on Buggy.

"Eh ? I know this smell you touched the narcotics that we had brought back from Alabasta, right? "

"No !!"

Mihawk raised a eyebrow, letting go of Buggy's face to look him straight in the eyes. "

"You lie very badly, Buggy.We all know that you have abused drugs yet. "

"It was real !!" Said Buggy, making a gesture in a vacuum. "The fields of flowers! I smashed my face on several hard surfaces which is obviously not your cock."

Mihawk and Crocodile exchanged an astonished look when hearing Buggy's last remark.

"Expuse this remark unworthy of you." Said Mihawk dryly, raising an eyebrow that is both intrigued and irritated.

"And I know it was real."

Mihawk sighed while leaning forward, putting his hand on her hip.

"And how can you be so sure?"

"Because! I want to get home, cuddle Croccy and Hawky! I'm not smashed."

Crocodile and Mihawk exchanged an amused and perplexed look when they saw the childish behavior of their little clown. Mihawk sighed gently, leaning to raise Buggy from the ground.

"What am I going to do with you, silly clown ..."

Crocodile and Mihawk succeeded in bringing Buggy to their room, despite some difficulties from him.

"There you go. You're at home now," said Mihawk, dropping Buggy on the bed.

"Thank you Mihawk, you brought me homeThis surface is really comfortable. "

Mihawk smiles gently by observing the behavior of her husband, pushing a lock of hair from her face.

"If you say," replied Mihawk, lengthening next to him.

Crocodile began on the other side of the bed, surrounding Buggy with his arms.

"Yes, indeed. You are at home. Rest now."

"I'm happy to have the real Mihawk and Crocodile."

The two men looked at each other, smiling gently, touched by the whining words of the clown.

"Yes, we are the real ones. You were only in the full hallucination." Said Mihawk, caressing her husband's hair.

"Hmmm, I love you a lot of life!"

"Of course yes." Replied Crocodile, rolling his eyes.

"And we too love you." Said Mihawk, placing a slight kiss on Buggy's front.

Crocodile and Mihawk exchanged a satisfied smile while looking Buggy fall into the arms of Morpheus, nestled against them.

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The idea came from Buggy because the blue-haired man was confident in playing poker even though he knew no rules. Mihawk and Crocodile knew it, but their husband insisted on a three-round game. Crocodile was rather pretentious about it, Mihawk also felt rather confident in his ability to win. The target was clearly Buggy because their husband had added a rather advantageous condition for the two older ones. The two men counted well-earned, make Buggy lose and slept with him all night in the VIP corner of the casino. Everything went well, Crocodile had won the first round with Mihawk. The second round Buggy and Crocodile won against all expectations. Mihawk probably underestimated Buggy’s chances in this game. Because Buggy won the next round with Crocodile. Mihawk, he Dracule Mihawk had lost to the unlimited luck of Buggy, her husband did not even know the rules of the game. He didn’t want to look like a bad loser, so he accepted the punishment, being the submissive tonight all night, as many hours as Buggy and Crocodile wanted. Buggy jumped with joy, throwing his cards happy to have won even if it is not luck.

"Hawky darling, you lost! You’ll be down today."

Mihawk looked away, not very pleased to be the submissive tonight. He did not like it, he was far too proud to let others do him, especially his two husbands. Yet he had accepted the rules from the beginning, so he could not get out of it.

"I know it..."

Buggy is a gremlin too happy, he rarely had the opportunity to be dominant with his husbands because Mihawk and Crocodile have too much pride to let him do more than five minutes. Crocodile was quieter than Buggy, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t as happy as he was. His little smile says a lot about his satisfaction of being able to have Mihawk for as many hours as he wanted. He stood up, watching silently the submissive of the night.

"Hurry up! let’s go to the VIP room" Buggy was clearly impatient.

Crocodile raised an eyebrow at Buggy’s haste, but said nothing. Instead, he turned to Mihawk and reached out his hand.

"Come on, Mihawk, don’t keep us waiting."

Mihawk sighed softly, he wanted to do the disinterest but in reality, he was as impatient as his husbands. He put his hand in Crocodile’s, getting up.

"How’s your pride? Not too rough, honey? I know it’s different, but me and Croccy. we’ll take care of you." Buggy bomba the torso, satisfied to be the one who calmed Mihawk for once.

"Tch, I don’t need to be taken care of." He was rather defensive for obvious reasons. He would rather die than confess it out loud, but he wanted to be taken care of.

Buggy sat Mihawk on a huge sofa, pulling him towards him, hugging his neck to the collarbone, while unbuttoning his black shirt. Crocodile was in front of Mihawk taking off his pants, his fingers brushing the inside of his thighs up to his boxer shorts, removing the fabric gently, leaving him naked between his two husbands. Mihawk’s breathing grew faster, he tried to hide his embarrassment. Her two husbands made her feel very strange emotions, her face and the top of her chest had blushed. Mihawk quickly found himself pressed against the torso of Buggy, he released a slight gasp to the feeling of Crocodile’s kisses on his pale skin. His hand went instinctively into Buggy’s hair, embracing the blue-haired man in return. His gloved hands passing against his torso, Buggy smiles while twisting his nipples. Crocodile spread a little more the trembling legs of Mihawk.

He did not want to leave an opportunity to mock him, but the feeling of one of his husbands taking care of his chest and the other preparing it made him less quarrelsome than usual. Mihawk let his head rest on Buggy’s chest. He felt relaxed, his legs were spread without any form of resistance to his husbands. His hands clenched in the hair of Buggy feeling the tongue of Crocodile against his anus. Mihawk opened his mouth, licking Buggy’s fingers, tongue against each of them. Mihawk feels that everything went very fast, with Buggy’s wet fingers pulling out of his mouth. This meeting slipped into his entrance, preparing it gently. He was meticulous, tending that he continued to kiss her as never before, Crocodile twisted and kissed her nipples. Mihawk’s back hit Buggy’s bare torso, his body cammed as he gasped at the sensation of fingers still moving in him. Buggy was satisfied after long minutes, Mihawk had been so relaxed around his fingers, he is eager to give what the swordsman wanted. Mihawk suddenly dropped his head on Buggy’s shoulder, biting his lip as he felt the bluish was coming into him. It was so sudden, but he managed to look away and cast a glance at Crocodile in front of him. Mihawk had tears in the corner of his eyes and bit his lower lip until he bled. His head was spinning, he couldn’t even say a word while feeling his two husbands in him, he could feel his anus burning, but as painful as it was, he loved the sensation when they started moving inside him. He lost all brain capacity. All Mihawk could understand was the feeling of heat, frantic and fast bumps hitting in the right place. He did not remember after his second orgasm if he had a third. All he knows is that the two men had taken their reward as long as they could hold it. Mihawk’s ass was filled to the brim with cum, but he felt satisfied and light, unable to move at all, but it didn’t bother him because Buggy and Crocodile are against him, holding him for as long as it takes.

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Crocodile had never been so scared in her life when their car turned around like she did. He had checked, as always, even though he knew full well that he could take his right-hand priority before crossing. He is suspicious, some people had their permits in a surprise box. Much like her adorable husband, Buggy, and again, he was always careful that nothing happened not wanting to hurt his "Hawky- Chéri and his Croccy-baby", so he redoubled his efforts and kept up with the new additions regarding road driving. But Crocodile would never have thought that a fool would cut him off like this. His first reflex, before he could do anything else when he saw the impact, was to put his arm to protect Buggy in the back. The shock was so strong that the car was turned over. Mihawk had struck the passenger side airbag violently, making arrangements to not hurt himself more than necessary. He didn’t have time to do anything. Everything was blurry and foggy when Mihawk woke up. Buggy had nothing in the back, he still seemed unconscious due to a blow to the head. Something held him back before Mihawk had a chance to help. He was definitely going to kill the asshole who did this to him and his husbands. But in the meantime, he had to get out of here and get them out. It was much harder than expected, he felt heavy and slow in his movements. But once outside, he saw the damage. The other driver looked dead from impact, a young man in his 30s. Mihawk regretted wishing him dead, but he had to get Crocodile and Buggy out of there. It was quite a process, he had to call the ambulance himself because he was in a remote area.

Buggy had been hard to pull out despite Mihawk’s confidence in his strength abilities. He had been like nailed to the seat when he noticed that it was Crocodile’s hand holding Buggy. Mihawk panicked a little when he saw her also mutilated and bruised. He paid attention, clearing Buggy first, laying him safely, him car debris. The Dark One then began to bring out Crocodile. He had to sacrifice his sword as an improvised crowbar to open the driver’s door in a bruise. As he thought, Crocodile was the most affected. His face was bloody. But he seemed fine, except for the hand that he used to protect Buggy. Mihawk is not a doctor, but it looked really bad. He said to use it several times to pull Crocodile out of the vehicle, Mihawk was strong, yes. But her husband was tall and much heavier than Buggy. Mihawk felt bad dragging Crocodile’s body like that, but he was tired. The dark one wasn’t even sure what happened next. In trying to check if Buggy was still okay, he felt strange. He knew his head had hit his torso, bruised, but could not move at all, so he closed his eyes for a little break.

The first time that Crocodile opened his eyes was because of the blinking in front of the white ceilings and the bright light. He could hear Mihawk and Buggy talking on the other side of him, when he turned his head. Buggy was clinging like a mold to his rock against Mihawk who stroked her hair. The bluish one was weeping over some who were already giving Crocodile an immeasurable headache. When Mihawk noticed that he was awake. Buggy comes directly to him apologizing many times. Crocodile had trouble talking, his throat was dry, but Mihawk helped him by giving him a glass of water. In trying to take it, Crocodile understood why Buggy was crying. So that’s it, he had lost one of his hands. His brain was slowing down, he suspected that it must be serious if Buggy apologized for something so he wasn’t to blame.

"Croccy-baby! say some things." Buggy whined again, his face full of tears and snot, it’s disgusting.

"Your mascara is running, baby." He says in a hoarse voice.

"Huh?" Buggy and even Mihawk blinked.

"Crocodile, are you all right?" asked the Dark One cautiously as he placed his hand on his arm. " You stared at your hand... amputated without even reacting and you worry about Buggy’s makeup?"

"I saw that she was amputated but I’m glad Buggy got nothing. I don’t understand why you cry so much, a hand is nothing compared to your life. we are alive, that’s all that matters."

"You don’t mind me?" asked Buggy sniffing.

"Of course not, it’s not all responsible for this accident. I also made the decision to ease the shock for you. If I could even help Mihawk, I would have done it."

"You also have a scar on your face." Buggy brought him a mirror. Crocodile looked at himself, it was different, but he could get used to it.

"Is that all right with you? Do you still want me?" he asked in a soft tone.

"Yes I want to keep you forever, I love you Croccy-baby!" she exclaimed quickly giving her a hug.

"I agree with Buggy. It doesn’t change anything for us, you’re still our husband." Mihawk comes softer against him.

"Well, that’s all that matters to me, I love you too."

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This is not the first time that Buggy enters a bar with the intention of getting fucked. At 22, being a pirate, he knew that it could be exhausting to be at sea for so long. Relaxing once in a while was what he needed most, what always relaxed him is to go into a trendy bar or club of his best outfit and hope to come across one or more fools with whom to spend the night. Buggy embellish his resume a little when he flirts with a man to flatter his ego and have more luck. And Buggy had always been very lucky in life, which is to his advantage. Again tonight, he put on a nice revealing outfit, but not too much so as not to look like a whore. A much more tempting lipstick, a little less showy, a less loaded but seductive makeup. He planned it all, drew attention to himself and then indulged himself. But he felt that bad luck was sticking to his skin tonight. There was no big world in the bar of one of the small villages where they stopped on a summer island. He intended to finish his rum and then leave a little discouraged. When he noticed two men entering the bar. He looked at them shamelessly, to take a look is not forbidden after all. They looked a little older than him, dark and serious. They were made of muscles but still flexible where needed. Beautiful eyes, a pretty face, dark and revealing clothes. Buggy wanted them tonight. Why settle for one man when he could have the opportunity to have two. Their face vaguely told him a few things though, but Buggy was not there to guess. He swallowed his glass of rum, thinking about the tactics to be used.

He had often lied to get what he wanted, a glory he was proud to lie for. Learned relevance that in any case, he would never see the guys with whom he had a one-night stand. Always taking care to choose types without stories or future attractive enough, for his personal pleasure. But the two guys he was heading for seemed different from this category, although he knew deep down that he would not see two such hot guys twice on his way. So he decided to play the big game, nice words, beautiful smiles, knowing what to say, what gesture to make them believe that it was full of glory and success. Never say too much but enough to make it look real, impress them by having a touch of confidence and modesty at the same time. Buggy had expected a little refusal because of their stoic faces and their hoarse, dry voices. They drank his words with astonishment. They even softened by seeming to believe it. After all, Buggy knew what he was doing. When doubts seemed to arise, he flirted with a little more insistence the touching ones, entering their personal space, using unstoppable visual contacts and savant facial expressions. He knew when to be cute, when to demand and how to ask. Crocodile was the bigger of the two men. Buggy was wriggling on his chair just at the thought of having his huge cock in his ass, had offered him two drinks, flirting in return with a sneaky smile. The blued man had given the older one the impression that he was flirting with him, not the other way around, nothing easier. Mihawk was much quieter, but his bright golden eyes spoke mainly for him, occasionally touching Buggy’s skin to get special attention on him.

He felt recognized in their eyes as someone who had really succeeded in life. Who already had greater glory than Roger himself. And Buggy liked to be the center of attention, especially if they came from two men as attractive as were Mihawk and Crocodile. He wasted no time following the two men to their hotel, which was not too luxurious but still better than the shabby one in which Buggy had decided to stay with his crew. Everything happened so fast but at the same time, they had managed to coordinate, to be sexually connected without even announcing a word. Buggy didn’t expect to wait for the accounting between them but it worked. It was probably going to be one of his best nights. To say that a one-night stand could lead to good discoveries and encounters. but as always, Buggy left the next morning, very early, to avoid his responsibilities. And avoid a rather awkward moment, after all he had slept with two beautiful men. It was just a one-night stand, they never said it would be much more. Anyway, two guys like that would be out of her reach in a long-term love relationship. As well as not look ridiculous by leaving them in memory that Buggy the clown was filled with wealth and glory.

Buggy could have paid attention to it, but he was much more self-centered than he wanted to admit. He had heard two names that vaguely reminded him of a few things, but preferred to focus on himself rather than on two guys whose head he had to dig to remember who he might be. At Impel down, he could have made the connection, sending back Crocodile in breathtaking flesh and bones, but he tried above all to escape from this endless prison. He had recognized the hawk eye but not directly the man himself, too angry that Luffy with straw hat used it as a fucking shield. When he saw again or rather called Crocodile to take money from him, he was focused instead on the sum which the man was ready to give him. Rather than his deep and soft voice that reminded him of a vague memory of youth. In all honesty, Buggy really started thinking about it when Mihawk and Crocodile mentioned that he didn’t look like what he described many years ago. Even though, by some advantageous circumstances, he had become an emperor who had been beaten up by Mihawk and Crocodile. Buggy may have said that he finally recognized them...it had astonishingly angered them much more than the suicidal poster that his loyal and adorable subordinates had created. And Buggy may have had the gall to flirt with them again even after that, underlining the fact that now he was a handsome and magnificent emperor. Because Buggy was who he was, a pirate with a hunger for glory who liked attractive men very much.

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“Well, maybe we should start breakfast, huh?” Buggy said with a smile, his nimble fingers gently braiding Perona’s hair.

Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, Crocodile watched the scene calmly — Zoro still asleep, the quiet of the morning, the picture of an oddly peaceful little family. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Yeah. Better feed these little terrors before they rebel.”

Perona frowned, indignant.
“We’re not terrors, Croccy.”

Mihawk, helping Zoro into his chair, threw an amused glance.
“You’re a little tornado when you’re hungry.”

Zoro mumbled, still heavy with sleep.
“I’m not a tornado either…”

Buggy leaned in to gently kiss the top of Zoro’s head, then tied Perona’s braid with a pretty pink ribbon.
“You’re my little monsters. And that means you’re adorable.”

Crocodile let out a soft chuckle, without arguing.

Perona looked up at the adults, her eyes shining with hope.
“Are we going to have pancakes?”

“If your other dad hasn’t burned down the kitchen yet,” Mihawk replied, shooting a pointed look at Crocodile.

The latter raised an eyebrow, unfazed.
“I only set it on fire once. And now I have a reputation as an arsonist.”

Buggy chuckled.
“Let me handle the cooking. You guys set the table.”

“Deal,” Mihawk said, going to get the plates.

Perona ran to help, dragging a chair twice her size, determined as ever.

Buggy watched them all for a moment, his heart swelling with a happiness he never thought possible. All this chaos, all the surprises — the accidental transformations, this unlikely parenthood — none of it mattered. This moment was worth everything.

Crocodile caught his gaze across the room.
“You’re staring,” he remarked.

Buggy flashed a mischievous grin.
“I’m allowed. I’m married to the two sexiest idiots in the world.”

Mihawk raised a hand.
“Correction: the most dangerous.”

Buggy winked.
“Same difference.”

The kids burst out laughing.

And for a few moments — absurd, warm, perfect — everything seemed exactly right.

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Mihawk had found Zoro's company quite relaxing, compared to the noise and tumult of the other guests. Zoro and Sanji were relatively discreet and calm, they were content to stay near Mihawk and drink slowly without getting drunk, which was a relief for Mihawk who enjoyed their silent company.

Mihawk was impressed by Sanji's personality. he was intelligent, discreet and seemed to have a certain limit that should not be crossed. The fact that he was used to Zoro, who had a personality similar to Mihawk's, showed that he knew how to remain calm and respectful in his presence. Mihawk felt a slight respect for Sanji, admiring his ability to handle personalities like his.

Mihawk could actually detect similarities between Zoro and him. Zoro seemed to share some characteristics of autism. Sanji seemed to understand and accept it, which explained their ability to handle Mihawk's personality with calm and respect.

Mihawk sighed slightly as he thought of Crocodile and Buggy. He wondered if he should ever tell his husbands about his autism. maybe they were able to understand and accept it, like Sanji and Zoro. After all, they were the closest and most important people in his life.

Mihawk was not at all used to being vulnerable and sharing his emotions with others. however, he knew that if he wanted Crocodile and Buggy to understand him, he would have to learn to be a little more open with them. it was something that was out of his comfort zone, but for the sake of his relationship and for his own mutual well-being and understanding, he knew it was a necessary sacrifice.

Mihawk wondered how he could broach the subject with Crocodile and Buggy. he wanted to be honest and transparent with them, but he was afraid of their reaction. What would they think of him if they found out he had autism spectrum disorder? Will they still have the same love and respect for him?

mihawk knew his autism was part of who he was, but he feared it would change Crocodile and Buggy's perception of him. He wanted his husbands to always see him as the strong, confident person he is, not as someone "different" or "disabled."

mihawk sighed once again, taking a sip of sake to try to put his thoughts in order. He knew there was no easy solution to this situation. he was going to have to take his courage in both hands and confide in Crocodile and Buggy, hoping that they would accept him as he is.

“Mihawk-san?”

Mihawk looked towards Sanji upon hearing his voice. He didn't realize that he was shaking and making nervous tics. Sanji's presence and the touch of his hand on his reassured him. Mihawk realized that he must have been transparent in his nervousness.

"Yes, Sanji?"

“Is something bothering you?”

Mihawk hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. he realized that Sanji had noticed that he had something on his mind. He sighed lightly.

"Yes, sort of. I was wondering if I should bring up a delicate subject with Crocodile and Buggy. A side of me that they don't know yet..."

“It’s hard for you, huh?”

Mihawk nods. "Yes, it's difficult. I have a hard time opening up about things like this and I'm afraid of their reaction. I don't want them to see me differently or pity me by anything."

Sanji's face became understanding. "I understand how you feel. It's normal to be afraid of the reaction of loved ones when we confide something personal to them. But sometimes, it is necessary to face our fears in order to move forward and be honest with ourselves - myself and with others."

Mihawk listened carefully to Sanji's words. He knew Sanj was right. He couldn't always run away and avoid his feelings for fear of how others would react.

"You're right. But it's easier said than done. I've never been very good at talking about my emotions or confiding in others."

“Let me guess, you’re autistic?”

Mihawk was surprised by Sanji's response. He blinked before nodding slowly.

“Yes, I’m autistic.” he also looked at Zoro, who was standing back with his helmets on, seemingly in his own bubble.

"Zoro is too, it was hard for him to tell me but I must admit that deep down I knew a little."

Mihawk nodded upon hearing Sanji's words. he understood perfectly how Zoro must have felt during his confession.

"I see. I guess he was relieved to tell you about it, I guess."
He glanced at Zoro, who was still busy being in his world with his helmets on.

"Zoro isn't very good with his emotions. But I would say he was happy in his own way you know."

Mihawk smiled upon hearing Sanji's comment. He could see that Zoro had difficulty expressing his emotions, like him. but he felt that deep down, Zoro had been happy to be able to confide in Sanji.

"I understand what you mean. I also have difficulty expressing my emotions. It's hard enough for me to recognize my own emotions, so imagine sharing them with others..."

"Do you have any tics? Any tremors sometimes? Apart from your difficult social interactions?"

Mihawk nods in response to Sanji's questions. He did indeed have tics and his tremors were very present, even apart from his social difficulties.

"Yes, I have nervous tics and tremors. They are sometimes intense and uncontrollable, especially when I'm stressed or overworked."

“Try not to forget to omit them from your husbands, when Zoro told me about his autism...he left me in the dark at firsthe sometimes had tics like cracking his neck, fiddling with his fingers or cleaning his katana countless times."

Mihawk listened carefully to Sanji's words and nodded in agreement. he knew that many autistic people had similar tics and compulsive behaviors.

“I understand what you mean. I can sometimes feel the need to repeat certain actions or behaviors over and over, and I also have some nervous tics like what you mentioned. I guess it’s one of my ways of dealing with stress and anxiety.”

“I noticed.” he said running his hand through his own blonde hair. “You touch your hair often.”

Mihawk was surprised by Sanji's observation. he hadn't necessarily noticed that he was doing this, but now that he pointed it out, he realized that he actually had a tendency to touch her hair a lot.

"Ah, I guess I do this without realizing it. It’s a comforting way for me, it helps me relax a little.”

"I understand."

Mihawk felt a slight sense of calm while speaking to Sanji. It was nice to talk to someone who seemed to understand his difficulties and his autism. he often struggled to feel comfortable around others, but he found some security in talking to Sanji.

"Thanks for understanding. It feels good to talk about it, to be honest."

“And frankly, I’m impressed that you’re actually tryingI understand your discomfort and discomfort on the issue.”

Mihawk was surprised and pleasantly amazed by Sanji's words. He was not used to receiving compliments on his efforts to overcome his difficulties. He felt a certain warmth inside him hearing this.

"Thank you. It's true that it's not easy for me, but I'm really trying to push myself outside of my comfort zone. There are certain things..."

He paused for a moment, hesitating over his next words. Mihawk took a deep breath before continuing. he felt a little nervous talking about something so personal.

"There are certain things that I fear. Like... change, for example. It makes me uncomfortable, more than others I think. And also... my own emotionality. I don't like to be too emotionally expressive. I prefer to keep my feelings inside as much as possible."

"Understandable. I don't want to overwhelm you more than necessary. Zoro and I will go for it. I can see it's too much for him."

mihawk nodded in agreement. He felt a little emotionally drained after that conversation, but he was also grateful to Sanji for his understanding and patience.

"Thank you, Sanji. You have been very understanding and patient. I know it's not easy for you either, but thank you for doing it for me. And for Zoro too."

Mihawk was surprised by Sanji's hug, but he accepted it nonetheless. It was an unexpected gesture from a stranger, but he soon realized he needed it. he relaxed into the hug, feeling some comfort in the contact.

"Thanks for the hug... It was... quite nice, actually."

"That makes me happy. I'll leave you now. Oh hey...it's Zoro's spare helmet, maybe it can help you."

mihawk looked at Zoro's spare helmet that Sanji handed him. He wondered for a moment what purpose it could be, but he accepted it anyway.

“Thank you. But what good is that?”

"Noise-cancelling headphones
helps autism by reducing the noise load and thus promoting well-being and availability. It helps you stay focused by limiting auditory distractions. I know it helps a lot Zoro, I hope it works for you...well if you really want it."

mihawk listened attentively to Sanji's explanations. He had never used noise-canceling headphones before, but he was willing to try if it would help. He nodded in agreement.

"I'll try, thank youIt could be useful to allow me to concentrate better and be less disturbed by outside sounds."

"Especially since your birthday party seems to be a lot for you."

Mihawk sighed upon hearing this. it was true that his birthday party was a stressful event for him. He wasn't used to big parties and lots of guests, especially when it came to his birthday.

“Yes, I feel a little overwhelmed by all these people who came to my party. It can be a bit much sensory stimulation for me, to be honest.”

“so you will need it.”

Mihawk nodded in agreement. he knew he would need all the help he could get to cope with his birthday party event, especially when it came to sensory stimulation.

"Yes, I think you're right. Thanks again for the noise-canceling headphones. I'm going to try it to see if it can help me deal with stimulation better."

“no problems.”

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Once Sanji and Zoro left, Mihawk found himself relieved. the conversation he had with Sanji had been beneficial, but it had also exhausted his emotional capacity for the moment. he looked at the noise-canceling headphones Sanji had provided him, wondering if it could really help him better deal with his emotional and sensory difficulties.

He sighed as he turned to the rest of the guests. the party continues around him, the guests continuing to have fun and enjoy the party. But Mihawk felt a little isolated, like he couldn't connect with others. He decided to put on the noise-canceling headphones to see if that would help him relax a little. he adjusted the headset to his ears and focused on the silence that now surrounded him.

Mihawk instantly felt a little more relieved. the sounds of the party were now muted, and he could finally focus on his own thoughts and emotions without being distracted by outside sounds. He breathed deeply, feeling a little more relaxed thanks to the noise-canceling headphones. he began to wander around the party, observing the guests having fun around him. Despite the protection of the noise-canceling headphones, he could still feel the eyes of others on him. He continued to feel isolated, as if his condition was an impenetrable wall for others.

he walked away from the groups of people, heading towards a slightly quieter corner. He leaned against a wall, looking around with a blank stare. He felt emotionally tired, but the noise-canceling headphones helped keep him calm for now. mihawk was surprised by Buggy's hand on his shoulder, but he immediately recognized the clown. He turned to look at the familiar blue hair.

"Oh, it's you, Buggy. I was lost in thought."

“It’s new, what are you wearing?”

mihawk sat up, touching the noise-canceling headphones around his ears.

"Oh, it's noise-canceling headphones. Sanji gave it to me. It's supposed to help reduce sensory stimulation and stuff."

"Huh? Why do you need that Hawky?"

Mihawk shifted uncomfortably. he didn't really like talking about his emotional struggles, but he knew he could be honest with Buggy.

“I have difficulty with sensory stimulationloud sounds, crowds, bright lights... it can be a lot for me and make me a little emotionally agitated."

"I understand. I'll be back in a few minutes. You can stay here without any problem."

Mihawk nodded, relaxing slightly against the wall. he felt a little more comfortable with the noise-canceling headphones on, but he could still feel the disconcerting presence of the guests around him.

"Okay, I'll wait for you here."

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Mihawk watched as the guests left little by little, feeling relieved that the party was finally over. he remained leaning against the wall, staring blankly at the floor. He was emotionally and physically exhausted, and the noise-canceling headphones helped to dull some of the stimulation he was feeling. Mihawk looked up as Buggy and Crocodile suddenly appeared in front of him. he observed the two men, still leaning against the wall with the noise-canceling headphones around his ears.

Mihawk nodded and removed the noise-canceling headphones from around his ears.

“I asked Croccy to turn off the music and make his bad guy face to get the guests outI felt like it might help."

Mihawk nodded, touched by Buggy and Crocodile's attention. He could feel the last of the guests exiting the house, finally leaving the house relatively quiet.

“Thanks. That helps a little. I'm just a little emotionally tired after all the social stimulation."

"We can see that. We're sorry for all the partying and commotion."

Mihawk saw Crocodile's efforts to understand his situation, and he felt grateful that they were trying to support him. he sighed, leaning back against the wall.

"It's not your fault. I know you just wanted to make me have a happy birthday. It's just that sometimes sensory stimulation can be a little difficult for me, especially around a lot of strangers."

“W-can we just know what’s wrong with you Hawky?”

Mihawk was silent for a moment, hesitant to share the information. He knew Buggy and Crocodile were his loved ones, but he was still embarrassed by his emotional difficulty.

“I...I'm having an emotional difficulty..I am..."

“You mean you’re autistic?” Crocodile asked.

Mihawk nodded, nervous about sharing this information.

"Yes, that's it. I have been diagnosed with autism. This leads to difficulties in social interactions and with sensory stimulation. Like today.”

Mihawk nodded reluctantly. He still felt uncomfortable talking about it, but he knew Buggy and Crocodile wanted to understand his situation.

"It can be a little difficult for me to deal with sensory stimulation and emotions in general. It can make me a little emotional."

"Let's talk about it when Mihawk is comfortable doing so okay Croccy."

Crocodile nodded, knowing it was best to wait until Mihawk was ready to talk more.

"Okay, we won't push him to talk about it yet."

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” Buggy gently placed the headset back on Mihawk's ears.

mihawk nodded, feeling reassured by Buggy's presence. He let Buggy readjust the headset over his ears, dampening the last of the auditory stimulation.

“Okay, let’s head to the bedroom.”

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mihawk watched as Buggy and Crocodile got ready for bed, grateful that they were giving him some space and time to get away from any extra stimulation. he remained in his corner of the room, standing quietly while letting the noise-canceling headphones slightly soften the surrounding noises. He felt a little tired, but he knew he still needed some time to completely relax after the party.

mihawk decided to sit on the edge of the bed, watching Buggy and Crocodile finish getting ready for the night. He was grateful for their understanding and patience, knowing that they were trying to support him in their own way. he was silent for a moment, resting on his hands before speaking.

"You know, despite all the commotion, I appreciate that you wanted to throw me this party..."

"Hawky...you know I'm unbearable sometimes...and that's probably going to annoy you...but why haven't you told me and Croccy about your autism?"

Mihawk was silent for a moment, hesitant to answer Buggy's question. he knew he should have told them sooner, but he had always been a little reluctant to share this information.

"It's just... I've always found it difficult to talk about my emotional difficulty. I didn't want you to see differently because of it, I guess..."

"What? Croccy and I are never going to see you differently. We've always noticed your difficulty in expressing yourself but you tried, that's all that matters."

Mihawk seemed relieved by Buggy's words, acknowledging their support. he felt slightly guilty for not telling them sooner, but forced himself to answer.

"I know, it's just... It's always been difficult for me to talk about my emotions and my struggles. I guess I was afraid you'd find it weird or try to push me to change who I am."

"Hey...Hey...it's okay. You don't need to change Croccy and I'm not perfect either."

Mihawk relaxed at Buggy's words, feeling his guilt ease. He knew that perhaps he had hidden this part of himself from others for too long, but he had always been afraid of their reaction.

"I know you don't want to change me. I guess I'm just afraid you'll find me weird or hard to understand..."

"Yes it's difficult sometimes....but Croccy also isn't very good at opening up emotionally because of his traumas remember? You're not weird at all. you know I suffer from anxiety and I'm sometimes too hyperactive."

Mihawk nodded, indeed remembering Buggy's troubles. He knew perfectly well that no one was perfect and that everyone had their own share of emotional flaws.

"I know we each have our own emotional struggles. I guess I always thought no one would truly understand mine..."

"It's okay, if you need help with social altercations I'm here. and Croccy can help when you need calm, rest and solitude."

Mihawk nodded, grateful to Buggy for his support and understanding. he knew that Buggy could actually help him with social interactions, while Crocodile could help him relax and have some alone time when needed.

“Thank you. It means a lot to me that you want to help me and understand me. I’m grateful to you both.”

Mihawk remained seated on the edge of the bed, more relaxed than before. he had always been a little emotionally distant following his difficulty, but he felt a little more at ease knowing that Buggy and Crocodile tried to understand him and help him when needed. He remained silent for a moment, lost in thought, before speaking.

“Can I ask you something...?”

“Tell us what you want.” Crocodile said.

Mihawk took a breath, forcing himself to phrase his question, knowing it might sound a little strange.

"Would you mind if sometimes I need more space and solitude to refocus emotionally? I know it might sound a little weird, but... Well, sometimes I just need time for me to manage the emotions and sensations that invade me..."

“It suits us very well Hawky!”

Mihawk seemed surprised by Buggy's response, but at the same time relieved that they fully accepted his request. Feeling Buggy's hand on his and Crocodile's, he felt safe and understood. his eyes fell lightly on the identical wedding rings.

"Thank you, this is... really important to me. I know sometimes it will be difficult, but knowing that you are there for me helps a lot..."

mihawk remained silent for a moment, still clutching Buggy and Crocodile's hand. He felt emotionally exhausted from everything that had happened, but also soothed by feeling their support.
he remained lost in thought, still gripping their hands in his, before lightly muttering something to himself.

"I was wrong to hide it from you for so long..."

Crocodile moved closer to Mihawk, leaning towards him.

"You don't need to be ashamed of who you are. We knew something was wrong, but we didn't want to force you to tell us if you weren't comfortable doing so. TO DO."

Mihawk looked at Crocodile, grateful to him and Buggy for their understanding and patience.

"I know, it's just... I thought you would react differently if you knew. I was used to hiding my emotional difficulty, acting like everything was fine, and not showing any real weakness. "

crocodile placed a hand on Mihawk's shoulder, still leaning towards him.

"Mihawk, we understood that you would never show your true emotions. But you are not alone. You can always rely on us, no matter the situation."

mihawk was silent for a moment, feeling Crocodile's hand on his shoulder. He knew he could always count on them in any circumstance, despite his emotional difficulty.

"I know. Admitting it is hard, but...I'm grateful to you for that. I guess it feels good to know that someone actually cares about me.”

“Come on, both of you, get into bed.” Buggy said, making gestures that Mihawk would expect so as not to overwhelm him. "Can we cuddle? Calm down a bit and put on some soft music."

Mihawk followed Buggy and walked towards the bed with them. He recognized the gestures Buggy used to tell him that he didn't want to overwhelm him. He sat on the bed, still a little emotionally tired from all the hustle and bustle of the party.

“Okay, some cuddles and some soft music sound like a great idea to relax me a bit.”

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Silence had fallen, a calming calm filling the room. mihawk was grateful to these two men for their attention to him, for not being too intrusive with him. He knew that Buggy had the reputation of being a leech within the couple, but he couldn't deny that at that moment, her presence was comforting for him.

the two men held him close, their physical presence providing a sense of security and comfort to Mihawk. He closed his eyes, letting himself be enveloped by their warmth and support. the soft music in the background created a peaceful atmosphere that helped to slightly ease the emotional burden he was carrying.

The moment continued, the two men holding Mihawk between them. he simply let himself go, resting against them, enjoying the sweet warmth that their proximity brought. His thoughts drifted away, and he began to gradually feel his body relax, soothed by the soft music in the background and their arms around him.

mihawk stayed like that for a while, silent, just enjoying the feeling of their arms around him and the soft music. The thoughts and emotions that had previously occupied his mind now seemed slightly distant, replaced by a state of calm and comfort. he felt slightly vulnerable, but at the same time safe between them.

The three men continued to cling to each other for a while, then gradually Mihawk's emotional and physical fatigue began to show. his eyelids grew slightly heavy, his breathing became slower and even as he let himself slip into a peaceful sleep, safe in the arms of Buggy and Crocodile.

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Buggy slammed the cabin door and pointed an accusing finger at Crocodile, his cheeks flushed red with anger.

“You’re the one obsessed with my obsession over Mihawk!” he shouted, his voice rising to a squeak.

Crocodile, leaning calmly against the table, took a puff from his cigar without even lifting his gaze.

“I have no obsession with you. You, on the other hand, are consumed by a ridiculous obsession with Mihawk.”

Buggy’s mouth fell open in outrage.

“Ridiculous?! I’m not ridiculous! I just… have a subtle appreciation for his qualities as a swordsman.”

“Subtle, huh?” Crocodile raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Like when you repeat twenty times a day that his eyes shine like precious stones?”

Buggy’s face turned even redder as he flailed his arms dramatically.

“That’s poetry, you dried-up cactus!”

At the back of the room, Mihawk, who had been calmly polishing his sword since the beginning of the quarrel, finally looked up. His two companions seemed on the verge of tearing each other apart just to prove who was right.

He let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“…What’s wrong with these men?” he muttered to himself.

Of course, Buggy heard it.

“SEE?! He spoke! He’s worried about me!” the clown exclaimed triumphantly.

Crocodile let out a rough laugh, shaking his head.
“No, idiot… he’s worried about being stuck with us.”

Buggy, offended, puffed out his cheeks like a child.
“Well, he better get used to it! Because I’m irreplaceable!”

Mihawk calmly sheathed Yoru and then stood up to leave the room.

“Where are you going?!” Buggy panicked.

“To drink,” the swordsman replied wearily. “Maybe with enough wine, your voices will finally disappear.”

Buggy tried to follow him, but Crocodile blocked the door with a heavy arm.

“Leave him alone. And you, stop dreaming… he doesn’t belong to you.”

Buggy’s eyes lit up with defiance.
“Then he doesn’t belong to you either!”

And so, the quarrel flared up once again, while Mihawk, already far down the hallway, wondered for the hundredth time why he had ever agreed to ally with those two buffoons.

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Buggy settled comfortably into bed, pulling the blanket up with a little shiver of excitement. He slipped between his two husbands, careful not to wake them. The last time he’d dared to shake Mihawk in his sleep, he’d ended up pinned to a wall, surrounded by razor-sharp knives, dangling like some pathetic coat rack until Crocodile, the next morning, deigned to unhook him with a mocking smirk. This time, no way he was tempting fate. Buggy snuggled against Crocodile’s massive chest, his rock, pulling Mihawk against his back to feel his warmth. He closed his eyes, a goofy smile on his lips, and sank into a deep sleep.

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In his dream, Buggy woke up alone in a bed that had nothing in common with their usual plush mattress. The thing was hard, cold, metallic, like he was sleeping on a steel slab. He blinked, confused. The entire room felt… different. The furniture, usually so luxurious with Mihawk and Crocodile’s eccentric tastes, had been replaced by angular, chrome structures with futuristic gleams. His beloved stuffed animals? Gone. The floor, icy under his bare feet, shimmered with a metallic sheen. *What the hell is this?* he thought. *It’s like the inside of a spaceship or some weird-ass Futurama episode!*

He cautiously descended a set of escalators – *since when the fuck do we have escalators?!* – that hummed softly under his steps. Every detail of the house screamed “bizarre tech,” and Buggy, with his paranoid clown instincts, was starting to freak out. When he reached the kitchen, he finally spotted Mihawk and Crocodile. His heart leapt. He let out a joyful yell, ready to demand why their house had turned into a sci-fi set.

But when he rushed to throw himself against Crocodile’s back, he slammed into something hard, cold, like he’d just faceplanted into a goddamn fridge. “Ow! What the fuck?!” he groaned, rubbing his nose. He looked up and froze.

Crocodile and Mihawk turned to him. Their bodies, once so human, so warm, so *alive*, were now gleaming metallic frames, gears and circuits visible under chrome plates. Crocodile, with two hands – *two fucking metal hands!* – grabbed Buggy’s arm, his grip cold as steel. “Buggy, has your organic body recovered?” he asked in a deep, slightly modulated voice, like a sexy synthesizer.

Mihawk, his golden eyes now glowing red optic lenses, tilted his head. “I’ll never understand why humans insist on shutting down for so long. Inefficient.” His voice, still as sharp as ever, had a mechanical edge that sent shivers down Buggy’s spine.

“Shit… what the hell is this?!” Buggy stammered, eyes wide. Just yesterday, his husbands were real men, with bulging muscles and smoldering gazes. Now? They were robots, but… *fucking sexy robots*. Like some mad engineer had fused a luxury toaster with physical perfection. Buggy felt an unexpected heat rising in him. *What the hell, why is this so hot?*

Without a word, Crocodile lifted him like he weighed nothing, his metallic fingers digging slightly into Buggy’s flesh. “Analysis complete. Your heart rate is spiking. Interesting.” A mechanical, almost predatory smile stretched across his steel lips. Mihawk approached, his movements fluid like a blade but with inhuman precision. “Your body seems… receptive. Let’s test it.”

Before Buggy could protest – or yell that he wasn’t sure he wanted to screw robots, even if his body was screaming otherwise – Crocodile slammed him onto a metal table, cold against his back. The robot-Crocodile’s hands, smooth but relentless, tore off his clothes with terrifying efficiency, while Mihawk, behind him, ran cold fingers down his spine. Buggy shivered, a mix of fear and excitement. “H-hey, guys, can’t we talk first? Like, why the fuck are you robots?!”

“Discussion unnecessary,” Mihawk cut in, his voice vibrating like a humming blade. His fingers, now metallic extensions with heated tips, explored Buggy’s skin with surgical precision, hitting every sensitive spot like he was following a program. Crocodile, meanwhile, activated some internal mechanism – Buggy swore he heard a *click* followed by a hum – and something hard, smooth, and *very* imposing pressed against him.

“Wait, wait, what the hell is that?!” Buggy yelped, but his body, that traitor, was already reacting. Crocodile tilted his head, his mechanical eyes glinting. “Pleasure optimization. Prepare yourself.” Without warning, he thrust into him, a powerful, precise movement, like a perfectly oiled machine. Buggy screamed, a mix of shock and raw pleasure, his hands desperately gripping the table’s edges.

Mihawk, never one to be outdone, slid behind him, his cold hands prying Buggy’s thighs apart with unyielding force. “Stimulus synchronization,” he murmured, and Buggy felt another intrusion, just as mechanical, just as *perfect*. The two robots worked in tandem, their movements perfectly coordinated, like they were running a program designed to drive him insane. Every thrust, every pressure, every vibration – *fuck, they vibrate?!* – was calculated to push him to the edge of ecstasy.

Buggy didn’t know if he was screaming from pleasure or panic. The noises coming out of his mouth were a chaotic mix of moans, curses, and “Oh fuck, it’s too much!” Crocodile, with a mechanical smirk, sped up, his internal pistons – or whatever the hell they were – setting a hellish rhythm. Mihawk, ever methodical, muttered analyses like “Optimal reaction detected” while exploring Buggy with precision that left him trembling.

The grand finale? When Crocodile activated some kind of *turbo mode*, sending vibrations through Buggy’s entire body, making him explode in a hoarse scream, his mind drowned in a wave of pleasure so intense he thought he’d pass out. Mihawk, cool as ever even as a robot, murmured, “Satisfactory performance.” Buggy, breathless and panting against the table, couldn’t move, while the two robots exchanged a… satisfied glance?

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The next morning, Buggy jolted awake in their bed – their real bed, soft, warm, human. He was drenched in sweat, heart pounding, and… *oh shit*, sporting a painful erection. He blinked, realizing Mihawk and Crocodile, very much human, were staring at him from the other side of the bed. Mihawk raised an eyebrow, his gaze as piercing as always. Crocodile, already puffing on a cigar, looked both amused and annoyed.

“You were yelling our names in your sleep, clown,” Crocodile growled. “And what was that bullshit about ‘pipes’ and ‘screws’? Were you dreaming we were fixing a ship or what?”

Buggy, red as a tomato, stammered, “Uh… no, nothing, just… a weird-ass dream! Haha!” He yanked the blanket over himself to hide his state, but Mihawk, with a smug smirk, slipped a hand under the sheet. “Interesting. Seems like your dream was… very vivid.”

“We told you not to eat pizza before bed,” Crocodile snickered, but his eyes gleamed with interest. Buggy, mortified but still turned on, mumbled something incoherent about toasters and sexy robots, while his husbands exchanged a knowing look. They might not be robots… but they were definitely about to make him regret – or love – this wake-up call.

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