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It hadn’t taken long for Doflamingo to decide that high school students were a torrid, whiny, stick-up-their-asses group of individuals that he couldn’t believe he had to suffer amongst for 4 years of his otherwise immaculate life.
If anything, these brats should be thankful that he even chose to grace these hormone-soaked halls with his mere presence.
But it’s not all a lost cause, at least. With their minds still developing, teenagers were awfully easy to manipulate with only a few, simple words. Doflamingo had learned rather quickly how to use this to his advantage, cultivating and shaping every single person around him so they all served a purpose to his cause. Pathetic, really, that he would always be several levels above everyone else – even the teachers had been easy to charm whenever he got given a grade he hadn’t thought was merited.
It was all just a game, and he was still waiting for life to throw him something more challenging.
This performative charm of his was also a blessing when it came to his home life. Considering their class and status in this city, his parents had every reason to be overbearing and controlling regarding his education. But ever since elementary school, he’s learned which strings to pull and when, even convincing them to give him early access to his trust fund to live the lavish life he deserves.
Only now, his comfy, easy-going life is being disrupted by an unforeseen force in the form of his younger brother.
They were coming up to the end of the school year, the heat already trickling into their classrooms and all the girls switching back to their uniform skirts. And Doflamingo couldn’t even appreciate them, not really, because too much of his thoughts have been occupied with questions about why Rosinante was suddenly avoiding him like Doflamingo was carrying the plague.
His brother has always been a constant and pretty much the only good thing about attending this godforsaken school. So naturally, losing that kinship so suddenly has thrown every neuron in Doflamingo’s head for a loop. No to mention, he’s been so pent up and hasn’t even cared to find release with someone else.
Dammit, this had to end.
*
He first tries cornering Rosi after school on a Friday.
Their personal driver, Vergo, is parked and waiting for them in his usual spot in front of the school entrance, completely disregarding the ‘No Standing’ sign as he waits for the Donquixote brothers to exit the building.
Doflamingo hadn’t seen Rosi at his locker and is now eyeing the doors like a hawk, scanning around until he sees that familiar mop of blonde hair. When he does spot him, Rosi is busy chatting with some nobody sophomore, who in Doflamingo’s opinion shouldn’t even be in the realm of their inner circle of friends.
“Rosinante!” Doflamingo barks, eyes hidden behind his shades. Rosi turns slightly bashful, excusing himself to walk over to their families black Mercedes.
“Doffy, hey… I… I’m going to hang out with Daniel today. Mom and dad already said it’s fine.”
But did I? Doflamingo exhales petulantly, wishing he could do one of a million intimate things to Rosi right now that would scare Daniel right off. Fine, whatever, if his little brother thought offering his time to low-life’s is more important than being with his own flesh and blood, fine. He would just have to try again.
“Did you need a ride, then?” Doflamingo pushes out, hating the idea of sharing his space with some random student but wanting those 15 minutes of time with Rosi.
“No, we’re okay,” Rosi says, hiking his backpack up further. “We’ll walk.”
“Fine,” Doflamingo says for lack of a better response. He slides into the car without another look and pulls out his phone to text Trebol. If he isn’t going to be graced with the pleasure of his brother’s company tonight, then he’ll invite every last one of his friends over in the hopes it’ll plant some sense of guilt into Rosi’s head.
No one turns down Doflamingo and gets away with it.
*
Doflamingo knows exam season has every student riled up, with more bodies occupying the library and groups organising study sessions after school. He’s never much been one to worry about such things. Memorising text comes easy to Doflamingo, and he finds studying to prove more effective in the comfort and quiet of his room.
When he returns from a leisurely, albeit distraction-driven trip to the mall for a new ring to rest on his pinky finger, he walks into their large foyer and hears multiple voices coming from the family room. Curious, Doflamingo walks in to find a group of students set up in various spots, most around the large coffee table and he spots Rosi over on the loveseat in the corner.
Doflamingo doesn’t recognise any of them, therefore ignores them as he makes his way over to his brother. Rosi looks up at him distractedly, a light dusting of red along the tips of his ears.
He leans down so he’s closer to Rosi’s face. “You know, if you needed help with your exams, my room is right next to yours,” Doflamingo whispers seductively.
“I-I know,” Rosi says, eyes darting around. Doflamingo rolls his eyes and takes a seat next to him, precociously draping an arm on the back of the couch. “I just offered our place to the band, since we have so much room and snacks…”
Ah, these were the nerdy school band, huh. Doflamingo can’t wrap his head around why Rosi would join such a group. He peaks over at his brother’s computer to see if he can offer any help with his studies but finds Rosi doesn’t have any notes or textbooks around him like the others do.
“What’s this?” Doflamingo asks, leaning into Rosi’s space again to get a better look. Rosi tries to close the laptop, but Doflamingo stops him with a swift hand. “A ‘pros’ list, for what?”
Rosi shifts next to him and clears his throat. “For… junior council.”
Doflamingo’s head whips around to him, eyes wide. It’s probably the last thing he was expecting to find on his brother’s laptop, and Rosi is looking like he’s just been caught watching the most filthy porn Doflamingo can think of.
“My dear brother, what on Earth possessed you to consider this?”
Rosi glares at him. “There’s nothing wrong with being more involved with school, you know. Not all of us possess your natural ‘charm’ to get through it.”
Doflamingo scoffs, because while his brother might be correct about him, Rosi is still a Donquixote, and joining the likes of student body was something Doflamingo would argue is beneath them all.
“Well, when these losers leave, you know where to find me,” Doflamingo says, running pointed fingers along the back of Rosi’s neck and smirking when his brother reacts exactly like he’d hoped.
“Yeah. Sure.”
Doflamingo waits up in his room for the rest of the night, but Rosi never comes.
*
Okay, enough is enough.
Doflamingo has reached the end of his rope and clearly Rosi is still hellbent on not offering out his hand for Doflamingo to take instead.
The seconds are ticking down toward their lunch break, and Doflamingo has his phone ready to go to send off a text to his brother. These days, Rosi has been ignoring most of his messages, but he knows if he frames it well enough to read like an emergency then Rosi is sure to come running out of familial obligation. Doflamingo isn’t above using their mother’s health to get Rosi’s attention, so he implies that she’s been rushed off to hospital and he patiently waits by his locker for that familiar mop of blonde.
“Doffy!”
Worked like a charm. Doflamingo pockets his phone and turns to his younger brother with a grimace to keep up appearances.
“What happened? Did dad call you? Or the hospital?”
“Come on,” Doflamingo grabs Rosi’s hand and starts dragging him off. But he doesn’t guide them toward the principal’s office, nor the front of the school to meet Vergo. He pushes Rosi into a half-empty supply closet and locks the door behind them.
“Hey– Doffy, what?” Rosi exclaims, shoving into his shoulder. “What the hell? What are you doing?”
“Getting some answers,” Doflamingo says, brushing down his blazer where Rosi had pushed him. “We need to talk.”
“Wait… Oh, you piece of shit. Mom’s fine, isn’t she?” Rosi groans into his hands before giving his brother a less than impressed look. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Absolutely nothing, I’m more concerned about you.”
Rosi twitches. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means, little brother–” Doflamingo starts, punctuating each word with a small jab to Rosi’s chest. “–that you’ve been avoiding me to the point where I’ve now had to lock us both in a supply closet to get you to talk to me.”
“I haven’t…” Rosi starts, avoiding eye contact. That only further proves Doflamingo's point, and he removes his shades while he waits. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Oh, really now?” Doflamingo says, stepping closer and crowding Rosi into the wall and a pile of brooms. The room has an awful smell about it, but it’s the most privacy he could work to his advantage. He slides a hand under Rosi’s blazer, curling around his small waist. Rosi shivers reflexively. “Because it feels to me like I’m suddenly an only child again.”
“You’re dramatic,” Rosi snaps, his own fist clenching the front of Doflamingo’s shirt. He’ll have to iron it out later. “It’s healthy to get space sometimes, you know.”
Doflamingo makes a small noise of consideration, moving even closer until his mouth is resting over the shell of Rosi’s ear. He hears Rosi’s breath quicken, the grip of his hand loosening briefly. Doflamingo is glad to see his brother’s body still react so beautifully under his touch, and he wonders if Rosi has been missing him like this, too.
“Are you going to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me, or do I need to get the information out of you myself?” he asks, turning his head just so to graze his lips over Rosi’s cheek.
“Doffy…”
“Hmm, that sounds like option number two,” Doflamingo says and not a moment later, he latches his mouth onto Rosi’s neck and starts sucking. Rosi squirms under him, a gasp spilling out as Doflamingo allows for a single moment to nibble at the flesh there. His brother is so warm and Doflamingo can never seem to get enough of it.
“D-Doffy, wait, I– we’re at school, we can’t–”
“Tell me, and maybe I’ll stop.”
Rosi’s breathing speeds up, clearly fighting against pushing Doflamingo away or to pull him closer. “You dick, I don’t–”
“Tell me,” Doflamingo growls.
“It’s because you’re leaving!”
Doflamingo pauses, the exclamation circling around his head before finally settling in. He draws back to find his brother’s eyes, curious if not mildly confused. Then it clicks.
“You mean because I’m graduating?”
“Yes,” Rosi hisses, his gaze piercing before a layer of silence descends over them.
Of all the reasons or possibilities for Rosi to have been avoiding him, Doflamingo hadn’t been prepared to hear something of such low importance. Sure, he wouldn’t be going to the same school as Rosi anymore, and he’d already made plans to move out of their family home and set up residence closer to college. But he would still be around; he wouldn’t just up and leave his only brother like some pointless floozy.
“Rosi, listen to me,” he says, cupping his brother’s face. His dear, sweet brother, already so worked up despite the remaining months before Doflamingo made the move across town. Christ, they could’ve avoided this mess a lot sooner. “I’m not about to go and forget you. I’ll still come home on the weekends to see you, remember? And you can come and visit me whenever you want.”
“I–I know,” Rosi stumbles, and fuck, his brother is just too cute like this – Doflamingo would sooner admit himself before giving this up for anything. “I just wanted to start getting used to you not being around… so that’s why I…”
Joining all those extra curriculars, fucking running for junior council – those were all distractions, were they? Doflamingo wondered, carefully forming his next words to avoid having Rosi potentially run out on him again.
“You really are silly, you know that?” he can’t help but say, chuckling when Rosi tries to nip one of the hands still cupping his cheeks. Doflamingo leans in to kiss his brother square on the lips, savouring the small noise of pleasure Rosi emits when Doflamingo slips his tongue past his teeth. Rosi’s eyes are glassy when he draws back. “Why student body, of all things?”
Rosi mumbles something and Doflamingo kisses him again, helpless to it. “Look, I–I know you cruised through high school pretty easily, but without you here, once you’re gone… shit, I just want to prove I can do things without the help of my big brother.”
“I am quite influential,” Doflamingo muses, to which Rosi punches him in the stomach. “Okay, alright, so now that we’ve established you’re an idiot–” Rosi tries to interject here “–and that you do not, in fact, hate me, can we just try to enjoy the time we have left together?”
The blush that spreads across Rosi’s cheeks is definitely a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, and Doflamingo counts it as a win for now. A pulse of heat washes over himself and there’s still plenty of time left of their lunch break, so Doflamingo slinks down onto his knees, his hands wandering around to squeeze his brother’s small, supple ass.
“D-Doffy, I told you–”
“No one is going to see us,” he promises, although nothing is guaranteed. The sounds of students still walking by echo underneath the door. The thrill of being caught never fails to shoot sparks of desire throughout him, and he presses his face into Rosi’s crotch and inhales deeply. Getting to hear Rosi’s soft, little moans outweighs everything else in this moment.
He gets to work on Rosi’s button and zipper, glancing up to see a mixture of guilt and fear and lust corroding his brother’s eyes. He pulls Rosi’s already half-hard dick out and wastes no time to take him in his mouth. Rosi hunches over, his hands gripping Doflamingo’s hair and shoulder as a stuttering breath is pulled from his throat.
“Mmm,” Doflamingo hums around Rosi’s girth, mouth already watering at the first taste of Rosi’s musk hitting his senses. It’s been far too long, and already he can tell his brother is not going to last.
“D-Doffy, you–ah!” Rosi chokes when Doflamingo takes him all the way to the hilt. Rosi’s fingers tug his hair harshly and the pain sends another thrill up Doflamingo’s spine. “Oh, fuck–”
They’ve never gone any further than oral sex together, and while Doffy had already lost his virginity years ago in a high induced blunder, his brother still gets worked up easily and it never takes much to get him to come. But Doflamingo has already started forming plans for their last summer together, all involving himself, Rosi, and his Californian King bed. He’ll make sure to leave a mark so big on his little brother that the other teen won’t ever be satisfied with anyone else.
Rosi is his and will always be his, like a prophecy carved in stone, and no distance is ever going to change that.
He adds his tongue to the mix, running it up the underside of Rosi’s dick and holding his brother’s hips back when he tries to jerk forward into the heat. Rosi whimpers above him, and oh, those innocent little sounds are an indulgence that will certainly haunt Doflamingo’s dreams.
“P-Please, Doffy, don't stop–”
He only has to bob his head up and down a few more times before he notices the telltale signs of Rosi’s imminent release, and Doflamingo readies his throat to take his little brother’s load. Rosi comes with a small shout, body shivering as Doflamingo swallows around his dick, drinking every drop like it was his last meal. Rosi slumps down to the ground in front of him before he rests his forehead on Doflamingo’s shoulder.
“So good, my sweet little brother,” Doflamingo murmurs into Rosi’s hair. Rosi huffs as his hand grazes over Doflamingo’s tented pants.
“Do you want me to…” Rosi trails off.
“No,” he says and shakes his head. Rosi gives him a curious look, a hint of hurt hidden in those reddish depths, and Doflamingo almost changes his mind. “We’ll have some fun tonight, okay? Make up for lost time.”
“I’m sorry, again… for ignoring you,” Rosi mumbles, hiding his face.
Too cute, Doflamingo croons. He kisses the side of his brother’s head, a possessive hand gripping the back of his neck, and tells him not to worry about it.
Doflamingo always knew how to get what he wanted, and his little brother was about to find out that he was no exception.