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“As much as I want to believe you, and I really do want to,” Doflamingo said with a sigh, shaking his head. “I need some sort of proof that you are who you say you are. You understand, right?”
The man claiming to be his long lost brother nodded and seemed to think it over for a few moments before he put his hand on his own shoulder with a questioning look at Doflamingo.
“I suppose that’s a decent start. Show me.” His brother should have a birthmark on his shoulder. A faint one, just a slightly pinker patch that didn’t normally stand out against the rest of his pale skin, but when he blushed or the area was provoked, it would flush darker. Doflamingo remembered it well. He would know it if he saw it. He took another sip of his drink as his brother- the man who claimed to be him, at least- started to unbutton his shirt.
If he did have the birthmark, that didn’t rule out the possibility of a body double entirely. Devil Fruits were tricky in that way, always sowing doubt in the back of Doflamingo’s mind about the reality around him, but there were ways to figure that out another time. The birthmark would at least settle the nagging voice in his head telling him he shouldn’t believe Rosin- this man- was anything more than some random tall blonde that thought he had a chance of worming his way into Doflamingo’s good graces.
He wanted it to be true. He wanted it so bad he could taste the weakness in the back of his throat. He knew he had to resist every needy, burning urge to believe it until he was absolutely certain. He didn’t tolerate anyone who thought he had weaknesses ready to exploit.
He uncrossed his legs and stood, moving himself to stand at Ros-... at the man’s back, as he shed his shirt, slowly revealing inch after inch of skin to him.
Doflamingo’s breath caught in his throat and a horrible feeling he couldn’t put into words shot up his spine. He could feel his resolve crumbling instantly. Doflamingo had weaknesses, he always knew that. It was just a matter of hiding them, protecting them, but his biggest weakness for the past fourteen years was standing in front of him, and he didn’t want to protect himself.
As he watched the shirt drop to the ground, Doflamingo felt something constrict around his heart. He hardly looked at the birthmark. It was there. It was exactly how he remembered, but he hardly looked at it. He slowly reached out a hand to touch the back on display for him, but he stopped, pulling away just before his fingers made contact. He dropped his forehead to his brother’s shoulder and couldn’t keep from whispering a quiet “Oh, Rosi…”
Rosinante’s body was covered in scars of all shapes and sizes, some long healed, but some clearly very, very fresh. Doflamingo had his own share of scars. It was hard to be a pirate, let alone one with his ambitions, without them, and he still had several from childhood after they were exiled, but not like this.
He sucked in a shaky breath as he gingerly wrapped his hand round Rosinante’s bicep, just below the birthmark. He watched it gradually flush red as he brushed his thumb across the little splotch of color. Once upon a time, that was the only spot of color marring his brother’s skin. Seeing all the others forced upon him now dropped a pit in Doflamingo’s stomach.
Doflamingo slid his hand down his brother’s arm, lifting it up as he gently pressed his lips to his shoulder where the mark was. Rosinante froze instantly, but Doflamingo just continued to kiss the mark he remembered so well from their childhood.
“Rosi,” he whispered, lips brushing his skin as he did. He kissed it again, even more gently than the first, before lifting his head and looking at another mark an inch below it.
That, he certainly didn’t remember, a red line of rougher texture than the skin around it. He didn’t remember any of the round, dark spots or divots scattered around the birthmark either. He kissed each one of those as well, tenderly letting his lips grace each scar before he moved on to the next.
When he got down to the line again, he couldn’t help the sigh he made. “Rosi…” the scars just didn’t end. There were more lines, some jagged, others straight, plenty of round spots of discoloration of varying sizes, some with thick scar tissue raised above the rest of the skin, others caving inwards. Stabs, “Rosi,” slices, “Rosi,” bullet wounds, “Rosi,” surgeries, “Rosi,” burns, “Rosi,” and some he couldn’t begin to try to guess the origin of, “Rosi…” all littered across his brother’s pale flesh.
Doflamingo continued to whisper his name between every kiss, and he kissed every scar he could find. His brother's name started to feel fake against his tongue, unfamiliar and temporarily losing meaning from overuse, becoming just another sound interspersed with his own breath.
There were scars in the crook of his elbow, down his forearm, on his wrist, his palm, the back of his hand… Doflamingo was careful not to miss any of them. He held Rosinante’s hand softly in his. Each knuckle was scarred and rough, fingers nicked and burned countless times, some even slightly bent from past breaks that didn’t heal quite perfectly. Hands that were never meant to see a day's work in his life, had become more scar and callus than unmarked skin. Doflamingo kissed them as if he could heal every sign of wear through will alone.
Doflamingo imagined for a moment what he must look like, head lowered, kissing the hand of someone else, and closed his eyes as he huffed out a sigh against Rosinante’s cold fingers before pulling them up to brush them against his cheek. He was a god. He should never bow his head to anyone, but… his brother could be an exception. He was a god too, wasn’t he? Rules didn’t apply to them the same way they did humans.
He ran his thumb over the back of Rosinante’s hand before he gently lowered it to his side and straightened back up, circling around so that they were facing each other again. Rosinante’s gaze didn’t meet his, eyes pointed down and looking unfocused even as Doflamingo reached out and tilted his head up to get a proper look at his brother’s face.
There was so much to look at, his eyes, his lips, his cheeks, the line of his jaw, but one thing drew his attention immediately. Rosinante’s nose looked like it might have been identical to his at some point, long, straight, aquiline and perfectly divine, but now it was crooked, bridge bending to the side at an odd angle before straightening back out that could have only been the result of a harsh break, maybe several. He leaned in and kissed that too.
Rosinante flinched away and pulled back, looking at him with wide eyes as if he’d suddenly been pulled out of a trance. Doflamingo reached out and grabbed his arm again, firmer than before, refusing to let him pull away. Rosinante’s breath was quick and shallow as he looked at him, eyes darting nervously across his face and body, but Doflamingo didn’t pay any attention to that. He reached up to wrap a hand around the base of Rosinante’s skull and pulled his brother back to him.
He laid his tongue flat against the base of a jagged scar at the front of Rosinante’s throat and followed it across the side of his neck. Was that why he couldn’t speak? Doflamingo wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Every single new scar that he didn’t remember from their childhood made him desperate to know exactly what had happened to his precious baby brother, but at the same time, he didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to hear tales of every horrible, tortured moment Rosinante had to spend away from him. Just imagining what could have been done to him was nauseating.
“You’ve been hurt so much, Rosi…” Doflamingo whispered against his neck, tilting his head up to kiss another scar just below Rosinante’s ear.
Rosinante scrambled back, pushing him away and retreating until the back of his legs hit something and he lost his balance, slamming his head and back against the table as he fell onto it. He just laid there for a moment, sprawled out on the table, wincing, before he brought a hand up to his head in pain.
“I see you’re still just as clumsy as ever,” Doflamingo said with a fond smile, undeterred by his brother’s momentary panic. It was apparent that they had a lot of catching up to do, and he didn’t want to waste any more time. He bent down to scoop his brother up in his arms, but Rosinante cringed away. “Fine, fine. Let me help you up, at least.”
Doflamingo pulled him up by his hand, feeling each callus and groove etched into it everywhere their skin met. His hands weren’t perfect either, but in comparison to Rosinante’s, they were velvet smooth.
“Easy,” he cooed as Rosinante staggered to his feet, still clutching his head. “Why don’t you lay down?” Rosinante nodded and turned back towards the couch before Doflamingo tugged him away towards his bed instead.
Doflamingo smiled fondly as he watched Rosinante fall into the bed, hitting his head again as it slammed into the headboard. He’d been so stone faced since his return, and that just made the dazed, frustrated look he had on all the more adorable to Doflamingo. He knew he really shouldn’t push his brother too far so soon, Rosinante had always been a bit skittish, but he just couldn’t help it. Doflamingo was a patient man, but a hedonistic one, and he had the ultimate indulgence laid out for him in his own bed, clearly in desperate need of some affection. How could he refuse?
He started undoing Rosinante’s pants, gently pulling them and his underwear down just far enough to be out of his way. It was no surprise to see that his hips and thighs were as covered in scars as the rest of him. Doflamingo lowered his head to one side and started kissing the marks on his hip, one by one, just like he’d been doing before, while one hand wrapped around Rosinante’s cock.
Doflamingo could feel the second Rosinante’s head stopped pounding and spinning enough to realize what was going on because his body jolted and froze beneath him. He turned his gaze up, looking at Rosinante through his eyelashes innocently, like nothing was out of the ordinary. He sighed in disappointment as his brother stared at him with something between fear and horror plastered on his face.
“Oh, Rosi. Someone’s done this to you before, haven’t they?” Doflamingo lamented. Rosinante jerked his head side to side quickly, but Doflamingo didn’t believe him. Why else would he be acting like that? “You don’t have to lie to me. Someone took advantage of you, but I won’t do that. I’ll treat you right, like you deserve.”
Rosinante shook his head again, and Doflamingo’s heart broke a little more for him. “It’ll be okay. I’m not like everyone who hurt you before,” he said as he traced the lines of several scars on his brother’s stomach with his fingers. “I’ll take care of you.”
Rosinante grabbed his wrists and threw them away from his body. Doflamingo’s head shot up to look at him and Rosinante just shook his head. Doflamingo opened his mouth to say something, but Rosinante cut him off with a frantic waving of his hand. He pointed back and forth between them, shaking his head no as he tried to pull his legs up away from his brother, but Doflamingo put a hand on his hip and held him down.
“Why not?” Doflamingo asked, rubbing a hand on Rosinante’s thigh in an attempt to sooth him. “There’s no need to be shy with me. We’re brothers-”
Rosinante pointed at him, nodding.
“So, that’s it? That’s why?” Doflamingo chuckled and kissed the inside of his brother’s thigh. “You’ve spent too much time mingling with commoners, letting their rules fill your pretty head. You and I are above that sort of thing.”
Rosinante furrowed his brow and looked at him in disbelief as he shook his head again.
“It’s really not so uncommon for our kind, but perhaps you were just too young to realize…” he pondered as he lazily started stroking Rosinante’s cock again. “I’ll admit, back then, I was a bit disappointed to have a brother. I wanted a sister so we could get married, but that doesn’t matter anymore. I spent too long missing you to want anyone else. You’re perfect the way you are.”
Doflamingo traced the constellations of scars across one thigh with his fingers, before looking up at Rosinante, sadly. “Let me love you, Rosi,” he asked. It sounded like begging, even to his own ears, and he didn’t like how quickly having Rosinante within his grasp broke down every carefully crafted pillar of the man he’d built himself up to be, but he really should have expected nothing less from his own brother. He removed his glasses and laid his head on Rosinante’s thigh, looking up at him. “No one’s loved you in so long. Let me love you.”
Rosinante watched him with a stunned and confused look, mouth open like he wanted to say something, but nothing came. He didn’t make a move to stop him again though, and that was enough for Doflamingo. “Good boy, Rosi,” he said softly as he continued stroking.
His eyes drifted back and forth between his brother’s slowly stiffening cock and his quickly flushing face. In contrast, Rosinante looked at his own dick, hard and starting to drip onto his brother’s fingers, with horror, his breathing fast and stuttering enough to send shudders down his whole body.
“Just relax, Rosi. I’m here now. I’ll take care of you,” Doflamingo cooed, trying to be gentle with him. He kept moving his hand slowly, repetitively, only breaking the established rhythm to swipe some pre-cum from the tip every once in a while with his thumb and spread it down the shaft. “That’s it… Feels good, doesn’t it? I’ll make you feel so good, Rosi. You just have to let me.”
Once Rosinante started to calm down, breathing closer to normal, Doflamingo opened his mouth, tongue falling over his bottom lip as he leaned in towards it. Rosinante immediately twisted his hips away from him, bringing the leg that wasn’t trapped under Doflamingo up in an attempt to shield himself from him.
Doflamingo sighed and lifted his hands in surrender. “Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry,” he said as he grabbed Rosinante’s ankle and pulled his leg back down. Rosinante seemed frustrated that Doflamingo was entirely undeterred by his coy little antics, but they just made him that much more adorable to Doflamingo. He chuckled. “I never would have imagined you’d still be so innocent, Rosi. That was a bit too fast for you, wasn’t it? We’ll go slow from now on, I promise.”
He slowly moved his hand back around his brother's cock, plainly telegraphing his movements like he was trying not to scare an anxious prey animal. “Just hands for now, how about that? You can handle that.”
Rosinante didn’t seem to relax again completely after that, but he at least stopped struggling. Progress. Doflamingo could be patient when necessary. He could wait for Rosinante to warm up to him. It might take a while, but it was inevitable. He’d take his time, ease him into it, reassure him that his big brother wasn’t like anyone who might have hurt him in the past.
“There you go. Relax… just like that. Let me do everything,” Doflamingo murmured between kisses to his thigh. He kissed every scar he could see that didn’t put his mouth too close to where his hand was steadily, gently working him. He made his way from hip to knee, paying extra attention to the ones that stood out the most. He tried not to lose track of any of the lighter ones but Rosinante was so sensitive and his skin flushed so easily that Doflamingo was sure he passed over some of them. Oh well… he’d have plenty of other opportunities to catch them. He’d have as many opportunities as he wanted. Rosinante was finally his again, and he was never letting go.
As his lips touched the end of a long, jagged scar that ended just to the side of his knee, Doflamingo reached a hand up and laced his fingers with Rosinante’s. He pulled the hand towards him, the same hand he kissed earlier, and started over again, beginning at his wrist, then across the back of his hand, and then each knuckle.
He paused for a moment, looking up to gauge his brother’s reaction. Rosinante was watching him, still visibly confused, and perhaps a bit frightened still, but his gaze seemed a little unfocused again and eyes were half lidded instead of wide with shock. Good. He brought one of Rosinante’s fingers to his mouth and instead of kissing it, he wrapped his lips around it.
Rosinante’s breath hitched and he seemed to be slightly startled out of his daze, but ultimately just kept watching, as if he were a passive observer to the whole ordeal. It was adorable. Doflamingo could only imagine how flustered he’d get once they’d moved on to more salacious activities, but that was for another night.
It took a good deal of time, either because of how startled Rosinante was by the whole thing, or because he was intentionally holding back, but Doflamingo was persistent. Eventually he heard a sharp intake of breath from above him, followed immediately by Rosinante pulling his other hand up to cover his mouth. Doflamingo burned the sound into his mind. If that was the only kind of noise he could drag out of him now, then Doflamingo would savor every single one.
Rosinante’s thighs started shaking, muscles twitching beneath him and Doflamingo smiled around the finger in his mouth before he pulled off. “Good, Rosi. That’s good,” Doflamingo praised. He leaned over and started placing gentle kisses along the side of his cock, no tongue, no putting it in his mouth, just a few quick kisses. Rosinante squeezed his hand tight as he let out a shaky gasp and came.
Doflamingo smiled wider as Rosinante painted his own stomach white for him. He eased him through it, humming wordless approval at him with every stroke. Several filthy things he could have said were on the tip of his tongue, but he held them back. He’d gotten to indulge himself more than enough for now. His first priority should be making sure he didn’t scare Rosinante off. Well… one more little indulgence wouldn’t hurt.
Rosinante looked at the cum on his stomach, eyes dazed and unfocused, like he didn’t really see it. He didn’t even blink when Doflamingo leaned in to lick it all away. Doflamingo snaked his hands beneath Rosinante’s back as he worked his way up his torso. When he was done, he paused where he was, holding himself up over his brother’s body. He stayed like that for a while, just quietly looking over him, taking in every detail laid out before him.
Rosinante removed his hand from his mouth and closed his eyes, brow furrowed like he was concentrating on working himself up to something. He finally opened his eyes after some internal debate and looked up at Doflamingo nervously, lips quivering like he was only barely succeeding at trying to hold back some sort of telling expression. For a few moments, Doflamingo thought perhaps he’d pushed too far and lost ground again, but then Rosinante slowly reached up and put his hand at the back of Doflamingo’s head.
He gladly let himself be pulled down at the pace Rosinante dictated, agonizingly slow as it was. When their lips finally met, he made no move to deepen the kiss. He left it all up to Rosinante, who seemed adorably confused that Doflamingo didn’t take it as an invitation to take everything he wanted from him. Doflamingo waited for Rosinante to get bold enough to deepen the kiss just a bit before he pulled away.
“You’re back where you belong, Rosi,” Doflamingo said, leaning up to kiss his temple and pet his hair. “With me. I can take care of you now, like I was always supposed to.”
Rosinante slowly nodded, just once, but it was enough to satisfy his brother. Doflamingo lowered himself into the bed next to him and pulled him close. He’d always hoped, but never let himself really believe, that his brother would find his way back to him. He could hardly believe it was real. His Rosi, his Corazon, was back in his arms, where he belonged.