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Trebol's Side
The gloomy haze and downpour over the little island in the North Blue would have made it a miserable day even if the local factory-town rain wasn't acidic enough to sting when it got in your face– which it was. The business would wait.
In the smoky backroom of the hideout Trebol and Doffy sat in fat armchairs around an old chessboard, where the 'young master' was currently creaming him in three out of four games, much to both of their delight. Doflamingo was a much keener chess opponent than Trebol was used to facing, and Trebol was excited to use teaching him more of the theory behind the game to sharpen the young king-in training's mind for strategy and politick.
After checkmating their sixth match, Doffy pinned the defeated king under his finger and declared. "I'm bored."
"Well, maybe time to do something else then," Trebol agreed, stroking his chin. Six games was enough that even Trebol's patience for the game was growing thin, and he considered some other diversion for the two of them.
Before he could think of something, let alone suggest it, without warning and without another word, Doffy stood from his chair and came and sat himself right across Trebol's lap.
Trebol felt his pince-nez slip on his nose as he looked down in astonishment.
"Is that alright? I'm not too heavy?"
"Never, Doffy," Trebol promised. Trebol was far from the strongest man alive, despite the size of his body– rather frail from the cruel treatment of his enslaved upbringing– but he wasn't sure he'd tell Doffy even if the young master was too heavy for him. He wasn't though, just a pleasant, if mildly confusing weight in his lap.
"Good then. You may pet my hair." Obviously it was less permission, and more command. Once again it surprised Trebol, but Doffy's demanding nature was neither something new, nor something unwanted. Happily Trebol ran his fingers through the short blond locks, and Doffy arched into the touch like a big cat.
Bored, it seemed, for Doffy, meant in need of physical affection, and Trebol wasn't the least bit displeased to provide it.
A few minutes later, he poked Trebol in the chest. "Do you love me, Trebol?"
Trebol looked down, surprised yet again. "Huh? What kind of question is that, Doffy?"
He wasn't quite sure what he heard in Doffy's voice. It wasn't exactly insecurity, though Trebol admitted even someone as effortlessly regal as Doffy might need to occasionally be reassured, given the sorry state they'd found him in.
Doflamingo stared up at him and Trebol could feel the intensity of his stare behind his crimson glasses as he answered haughtily. "One that I'm demanding an answer to. And I'll know if you're lying."
Maybe he did need to be reassured after all. Well, Trebol was pleased to remind him that he was unwavering in both his support, and his affection.
"Hey, hey I wouldn't lie, Doffy," he placated. "Of course I love you."
Doffy stared him down.
"And the others? They love me too?"
Another demand. And Trebol was equally sure of their devotion, and equally quick to defend it.
"They love you, Doffy. I swear. We all do."
"Good."
Doffy leaned against him again, and Trebol didn't question him about it further, instead going back to petting his hair, until a moment later when Doffy squirmed and reached for something on the table.
Trebol watched curiously as he grabbed a napkin and damped it with some water, washing traces of soot and sweat and other mundane filth of the day off of his face. It wasn't that unusual– Doffy had been living in the trash when they'd found him, and sometimes he'd get all twitchy and panicked about garbage or being dirty. Trebol couldn't blame him.
And then, without waiting for permission, did the same to Trebol. The cool cloth carried away the grime rather refreshingly from his pale, soft face, and he certainly wasn't going to complain, but he was curious if there was something more on the young man's mind.
Before he could ask what was up, Doffy leaned up in his lap and pressed his lips to Trebol's.
Whatever question he might have asked was smothered immediately by kiss.
It came as a surprise but Trebol was certainly not about to say no to whatever their kingly young leader wanted, even if it was something he'd assumed would hold disgust rather than interest. He felt himself flushing as Doffy kissed him greedily and he returned it, hesitantly pressing his tongue into the young man's mouth only after Doffy had first invaded his own.
The door clicked open just as Doffy was breaking the kiss, and while Trebol went further scarlet and hurried to pull away in hopes to preserve the young man's dignity– surely he wouldn't want to be seen kissing him– Doffy pulled him back for a final kiss perhaps just out of spite.
Diamante lounged in the doorway, looking bemused. "Am I interrupting something, Doffy?"
Trebol, flushed and breathless, stared at his partner across the way with an equally bemused expression.
Doffy slid back into Trebol's lap properly and smirked. "No, you can come in."
Diamante shrugged and waved a hand as he came in. The rest of the gang came along over the next few minutes, and the chess board was put away, and a game of poker started in its place.
Doflamingo, who insisted he was bored of games for the day, lounged in Trebol's lap while they played.
Trebol never did get an explanation beyond a guess at Doffy's boredom, but it didn't bother him, far from it. He cheerfully thrashed the rest of the gang at poker with the pleasant weight of the young master on his lap.
Doffy's Side
The gloomy haze and downpour over the little island in the North Blue would have made it a miserable day even if the local factory-town rain wasn't acidic enough to sting when it got in your face– which it was. The business would wait.
In the smoky backroom of the hideout Trebol and Doffy sat in fat armchairs around an old chessboard, where the 'young master' was currently creaming him in three out of four games, much to both of their delight.
Doffy knew that Trebol was using it as an opportunity to drill him on strategy, and that was interesting enough for a while but on a day like this the amusement started to wear thin after a while.
After checkmating their sixth match, Doffy pinned the defeated king under his finger and declared. "I'm bored."
Unsurprisingly, Trebol was hasty to cater to Doffy's whims. It was one of the many things that he liked so much about the man.
"Well, maybe time to do something else then," Trebol agreed, stroking his chin.
This time however, Doffy had no intention of letting Trebol set the expectations for their next amusement. He'd probably suggest another game, or some reading, or perhaps even a sojourn out into the miserable weather if he thought Doflamingo was restless enough to want to get into a fight.
But Doffy had something else in mind.
Without warning and without another word, Doffy stood from his chair and came and sat himself right across Trebol's lap. He grinned widely at the shocked and confused look on the older man's face.
"Is that alright? I'm not too heavy?" He squirmed in his lap, just to make sure. Trebol, he knew, wasn't in the best of health, and he didn't want to crush him.
"Never, Doffy," Trebol promised.
"Good then. You may pet my hair." Obviously it was less permission, and more command. He knew that Trebol liked it when he was demanding– it always seemed to delight him, so Doflamingo liked to play it up, insisting on things rather than asking for it. It paid off, once again. Happily Trebol ran his fingers through the short blond locks, and Doffy arched into the touch like a big cat.
A few minutes later, he poked Trebol in the chest. "Do you love me, Trebol?"
Trebol looked down, surprised. "Huh? What kind of question is that, Doffy?"
Doflamingo stared up at him and Trebol could feel the intensity of his stare behind his crimson glasses as he answered haughtily. "One that I'm demanding an answer to. And I'll know if you're lying."
Doffy knew what the answer was. At least, the answer he expected to hear, but he still wanted to hear it. There was a dark voice that whispered in his ear sometimes that it wasn't true. That Trebol and the others were using him somehow, in some way he couldn't imagine. Which was ridiculous. They all cared about one another, and Doffy was the leader besides.
Of course they loved him. Unlike his father, who had ruined him. And his brother who had run from him.
"Hey, hey I wouldn't lie, Doffy," he placated. "Of course I love you."
Doffy stared him down. Hearing it sent a pleasant shiver of reassurance through him.
"And the others? They love me too?"
"They love you, Doffy. I swear. We all do."
It was true. He knew it was true. Trebol and the others loved and adored him. He was special, and beloved, and they were a family, and they'd tear down and destroy anyone who hurt any of the others.
"Good."
Doffy leaned against him again, and Trebol didn't question him about it further, instead going back to petting his hair, until a moment later when Doffy squirmed and reached for something on the table.
With his feelings satisfied, he was ready to go for the other part of his rainy day entertainment plan.
He grabbed a napkin and damped it with some water, washing traces of soot and sweat and other mundane filth of the day off of his face, and then, without waiting for permission, did the same to Trebol.
Doffy loved and cared for Trebol, and he didn't mind the former slave's somewhat sickly appearance, but he did want the both of them to be at their freshest for what he had planned.
Before he could ask what was up, Doffy leaned up in his lap and pressed his lips to Trebol's.
It came as a surprise but Trebol was certainly not about to say no to whatever their kingly young leader wanted, Doffy knew that he never would– even if it was something he'd assumed would hold disgust rather than interest. Trebol, Doffy knew, felt deeply unlovable at times. He wanted his mentor to know that it wasn't the case at all.
And besides, this was much less boring than a seventh chess match, and he could probably make an argument that it was just as strategic.
Doffy kissed him greedily and Trebol flushed as he returned it, hesitantly pressing his tongue into the young man's mouth only after Doffy had first invaded his own.
The door clicked open just as Doffy was breaking the kiss, and while Trebol went scarlet and hurried to pull away to preserve the young man's dignity, Doffy pulled him back for a final kiss perhaps just out of spite.
As he finally let the kiss break, he glanced slyly back at Diamante. He'd have to get him, too, another time.
Diamante lounged in the doorway, looking bemused. "Am I interrupting something, Doffy?"
Doffy slid back into Trebol's lap properly and smirked. "No, you can come in."
Diamante shrugged and waved a hand as he came in. The rest of the gang came along over the next few minutes, and the chess board was put away, and a game of poker started in its place.
Doflamingo, who insisted he was bored of games for the day, lounged in Trebol's lap while they played. He nuzzled against him, satisfied with the attention, and snuck amused looks at Diamante, who he knew had questions that Doffy didn't intend to answer for a while.
It was anything but boring.