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The Shower Incident

Rating: Explicit
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During a fight, Vlad hits Danny with the good ol' Plasmius Maximus, as a result, Danny finds himself stuck in a compromising position later that day. Without his ghost powers to help him escape he has no one to call but Vlad to call for help.Tags:
Pompous Pep, Danny Fenton, Vlad Masters, PWP, Plot What Plot, Slash, Blow Jobs, Deep Throating, subtle bdsm elements, face fucking, open-ended.-A few hours ago...Vlad hit Phantom with his newest version of the Plasmius Maximus, shorting out his powers mid-flight and causing the now human Danny to tumble to the ground. Holding his bruising ribs from a vicious kick moments prior Danny glared up at Plasmius."When I get my powers back you can kiss your kneecaps goodbye, old man!" He shouted."Ooooooooo I always LOVE your imagination!" Vlad waved obnoxiously with a wiggle of his fingers from his lofty vantage point in the sky.Danny turned to walk home, signalling the end of their fight. But then, to add insult to injury, and quite frankly just because he could, Vlad called up a small magenta ectoblast into his hand and burned a hole in the back of Danny's pants."THAT'S THE FIFTH PAIR THIS MONTH YOU ASSHAT!!"Now damned to do the walk of shame back to his apartment with a huge hole in the ass of his pants, Danny's only solution was to take his shirt off and tuck it into his waistband oh-so-casually so it covered the hole. It left his upper half exposed, years of battle-hardened muscles and scars on display. Many of which were given to him by Plasmius himself.Said ghost grinned at his nemesis' retreating figure, quietly admiring the evidence of their past conflicts."This is turning out better than I planned. Not to mention the view."Currently …This day just keeps going from bad to worse.After his fight with Vlad, in which he zapped Danny with the Plasmius Maximus for the THIRD TIME this week, Danny just wanted to take a nice hot shower and wash away the aches and pains of his humiliating defeat. Metaphorically lick his wounds and bandage his pride, y'know? Call it a day and veg out in his apartment with a good show, some snacks and a cold drink for the rest of the night. Maybe jerk off to the memory of Vlad pinning him down and whispering threats in his ear. The bare minimum of having a good time. But no. He just had to slip in the shower, fall out, inexplicably get tangled in the shower curtain, and somehow wedge himself between the side of the tub and toilet. Did he mention he smacked his already bruised ribs on the rim of the toilet? Because that's just rude, universe.Danny thrashes in panic, his shower curtain is surely ripped to shit by now and he can feel at least two of the shower rod clips digging into his hip. His face and right shoulder are pressed against the wall with his arm caught by the curtain and twisted behind his back. His left leg is twisted around painfully with his foot trapped under his other leg and his knee digging into his solar plexus. Thankfully, his ass isn’t hanging out but his dick is just on the edge of getting squished, and not in the fun way. All his thrashing does is bury his face further behind the toilet.Danny wrinkles his nose, trying to move his neck so it isn't pinching a nerve, he needs to clean back here more often.“Well, fuck.”With the Maximus still in effect, Danny can't even phase out. He could attempt to use his above-average human strength to bust his way out but then he'd have water everywhere not to mention broken porcelain and he'd never get his damage deposit back. Curse social conventions! Curse his broad build that he inherited from his father! Curse property damage! He'd been lucky when he accidentally froze his pipes that it happened in winter so he had plausible deniability on his side when facing the landlord, but now? In the middle of summer? Absolutely no excuse for a perfectly fine toilet being smashed to pieces. No, Danny is 100% STUCK.And of course, the shower is still running. At least it's cold water but yikes, his utility bill.The sound of water against tile and plastic creates a nice white noise that Danny focuses on to try and help calm his nerves. It doesn't work, but he can fake it for now, just like his meditation sessions with Jazz. Calm, zen, waterfall noises, cool and collected. Use that great big brain of yours, Fenton, think.Okay, Plan A, simple as it gets: wait here and wallow alone in defeat until the Maximus wears off.Pros: no one will have to see him like this.Cons: This new and improved version of the Maximus' effects won't wear off for another twelve hours and his position is already getting VERY uncomfortable. Also, in the twelve hours it will take to get his powers back, one of his friends MIGHT come over unannounced and find him like this and then lecture him for not calling for help and ask why he didn't just use his ghost powers which ugh, he does NOT want to get into.Plan B: do the responsible, reasonable thing all for help, pride be damned.Pros: get out fast. Spend the night in his bed instead of on the bathroom floor.Cons: SOMEONE is going to have to see him like this which is reeeeeally undesirable and the aforementioned conversation about getting hit by the Maximus, again, is going to happen.Danny tries his luck to wiggle out and somehow gets himself jammed in further. His ribs are hurting like hell now and he might have seriously fucked them up when he fell. Not to mention he has plastic rubbing against areas he’d prefer not to have plastic rubbing.Danny groans loudly in annoyance at his situation and the bathroom echoes him mockingly. With nothing but his discomfort and the background noise of the shower to distract him his thoughts spiral.Damn, at this rate the fire department was going to have to get involved. Oh god, what if a ghost found out about this? Those bitches gossiped like old ladies. He can see it now, the great and powerful Danny Phantom, defeated by porcelain and gravity, laughing stock of the ghost zone. Seven years of hard-earned respect undone in the fifteen minutes it would take two (probably really hot) firemen to free him with a bit of KY jelly.But what if he doesn't get help? What if his ribs are broken, not just bruised? What if he was already bleeding internally and he DIED here!? And then they would find his naked corpse because the lady across the hall thought she smelled something funny coming from his apartment!??? Nooooo he couldn't do that to Ms. Bratrice!He has to go with Plan B and get help. But unfortunately, to avoid the cons of Plan B there's only one person he can call. Danny almost cringes at the thought. He has very mixed feelings about who he has to call.Vlad-mother-fucking-Plasmius.Not optimal but it was the lesser of many, many, evils.Pros of Plan B 2.0: Well, maybe not a pro, but Vlad's seen him in worse positions and conditions, so it's not like this will give him any new blackmail material. Hell, Vlad's PUT him in half of those worse positions, and he's seen Vlad in equally embarrassing moments of weakness.And maybe… JUST MAYBE, the thought of Vlad finding him all laid out and tied up was kinda hot.BUT THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HIS DECISION-MAKING. WE ARE THINKING WITH OUR BRAIN TODAY NOT OUR DICK. Speaking of his dick, it is currently getting panini pressed by his own thighs. In literally any other situation that might be interesting to experiment with, but on hard tile with shower curtain plastic is NOT a combination he’d ever like to repeat.Vlad will undoubtedly have a laugh at his expense and there is the very slim chance Vlad would find it more entertaining to leave him stuck. Very slim. Practically nonexistent.Danny is so damn lucky he left his phone on the toilet seat with his towel and his left arm evaded capture on the way down.Grabbing his phone one-handed from his vantage point on the floor is a unique challenge, but texting? Out of the question. He almost drops his phone twice just trying to pull up Vlad's number and hit the call button. Vlad picks up after the first ring."Why hello my sweet honey badger~ to what occasion do I owe-""Vlad, shut up. My place, bathroom, now." Wow talking was a lot harder when his chest was squished like this, his last words came out a lot more wheezy than he intended."I'm sorry, what?" Vlad choked out, "Daniel, what do you mean-" Danny dropped his phone on his face and it had the nerve to bounce off his nose, landing behind the toilet."Ah! Fuck!" He groaned in pain, wheezing again. Dammit, his phone was JUST out of reach! He couldn't make another call if Vlad decided to not help him!"GET YOUR BLUE ASS OVER HERE. NOW!" He yelled in the general direction of his phone."I- uh, yes, of course, right away!" Vlad stuttered out then promptly hung up.Mere seconds later an audible "poof " came from his living room and his ghost sense went off. Hurried footsteps rushed down the short hall to the bathroom door. The door flew open with a bang."Daniel I-"Silence.Danny wasn't sure if it was better or worse that he couldn't see Vlad's face from his spot on the floor.Ever the gentleman, Vlad at least had the courtesy to do a one-eighty out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him before he broke down laughing. His very undignified guffawing could still be heard from the hallway, but it was the thought that matters. It was kind of funny to hear Vlad losing his shit but any pleasure Danny got out of it was voided by the fact it was HIM being laughed at. And Vlad has such a dumb laugh. The snorting gasping kind that had the potential to be cute if it were a little kid or a supermodel but- wait no, actually Vlad does kind of fall under the supermodel category with his whole stupidly hot silver fox look! Damn him!"HEY COUNT DORKULA! ARE YOU FINISHED LAUGHING AT MY MISERY YET!?""N-not yet!" Vlad gasped and lapsed into another wave of giggles. Giggles! The nerve.Vlad reentered the bathroom after a minute, he'd barely bothered to compose himself, still chuckling, "Skulker would end himself if he knew this was all it took to trap the elusive Phantom."Despite the jab, he was kind enough to lean over Danny and turn off the shower, deftly avoiding the slick tiles to circumvent repeating Danny’s mishap. But that wasn't the first thing Danny noticed when he caught sight of the man."Why are you shirtless?""I was doing hot yoga."Danny raised a single, skeptical eyebrow."Where the hell were you doing hot yoga that you needed to be Plasmius? The sun?" Danny questioned aloud, scoffing.Vlad blushed purple. Pink ectoplasm and blue skin sure was an interesting combination. The blush went down to his chest, his very buff, very bare chest. Who knew Plasmius had black chest hair? It makes sense, but still. Weird to see it."That's hardly any of your business."Alright, fair point. Danny could imagine Vlad doing yoga in those tight white pants he always wore under his dumb tunic. Oh yeah, he could imagine…"Anyways, can you phase me out? Since it's your fault I can't do it myself."Vlad smirked.Danny paled.Oh no.Not that damn smirk."Now, why would I do that?" Vlad leered. "Here you are, all perfectly wrapped up just for me. Why shouldn't I simply use this situation to my advantage?""It would be a hollow victory? The shower took me out, not you?" Danny groaned. Why Vlad whyyy? He had given up trying to recruit Danny as his protege/son years ago, now he just caused problems to be an ass. But right now? Really??"Well like you said, it's my doing that you are in this situation to begin with. In my mind, this is no different than a very elaborate trap." Vlad leaned against the opposite wall, crossing his arms. The air of superiority he affected would’ve been slightly more effective if the room were larger. As it were he had to avoid the towel rail behind him and Danny’s one outstretched leg to strike his pose."Ego much?" Danny huffed."Speaking of egos, isn't it a bit lowly of you to call your nemesis for help?” Vlad shot back, eyes narrowed. “Especially when you've been thoroughly trounced by me once today and find yourself incapacitated yet again, by a common household feature no less. It makes one wonder why you called me, you sounded so desperate over the phone,”"Uuuuuh," think of a good excuse Fenton, don’t let him know you were thinking with your dick, "I think I fucked up my ribs when I fell. So the longer I lay here the longer it'll take for me to get back into fighting shape and I know you love it when I kick your ass.""Rude, and wrong. Once your ghost powers come back you'll be good as new in a few hours. Try again."Dammit!"I didn’t want the landlord to find my naked corpse.""Points for morbid creativity but I know that's not the real reason either. I'll give you one more chance."Oh hell no, he can’t- Vlad couldn’t know the real real reason, right? He had to be speculating. He’s bluffing.“If- if I break the toilet to get out I won’t get my damage deposit back?”“Really Daniel? If you’re not going to tell the truth at least try to come up with something more believable. Were your situation as dire as you claim, the thought of property damage wouldn’t stop you.”Shit shit shit."I'll ignore you for a week.""Resorting to threats now are we? Good, I'll schedule a vacation.""A month!""Pfft, like you could. The last time I ignored you , by accident might I add, you were the one who tracked me down after eighteen days just to 'see what I was up to'" Vlad mocked with air quotes. Danny fumed silently."You know, maybe if you asked nicely~""I am not begging.""I never said I wanted you to beg , just use some manners like a civilized person." Vlad pretended to examine his nails nonchalantly. Why did he have to look hot doing that? Who gave him the right?"No," Danny refused out of spite."Well then, I suppose I'll just have to wait here until you either tell me the real reason for asking me to rescue you, or you learn how to use the word 'please'."With that ultimatum, they sat there. In silence. Staring at each other. Or at least Vlad kept staring. Danny couldn't glare back from his position so their one-sided staredown was getting annoying. That, and being under Vlad’s gaze was causing some additional discomfort in the panini press."Take a picture why don't ya? It'll last longer," Danny muttered under his breath, wiggling his hips to try and relieve some pressure.Plasmius pulled out his phone (from who knows where ) with an evil grin and aimed it straight at him. Danny’s eyes widened."Vlad, no.""Vlad, yes .""VLAD! NO DON'T YOU DARE! DROP IT!" Danny squawked, flailing his right leg helplessly. The shower curtain tightened further between his legs making him wince."OKAY! Fine! I called you because Ithoughtitmightbekindahot," Danny mumbled the last half quickly.Vlad’s phone hit the floor." Pardon? "Danny knows his face is beet red now and he can't even blame it on his compressed ribs."I- I dunno, I thought it might be kind of hot for you to find me like this? Stuck, and y'know… helpless? At your mercy?""Well..." Vlad didn't seem intent on finishing his thought and left the word hanging between them."Forget it! It’s stupid, I know! I probably just made it weird or whatever but you tie me up too often okay!? Of course, I was going to develop an interest in restraints at some point! It's not like I just decided I'd be into it one day, you know!?" Danny whined.“N- not at all, I simply, wasn’t expecting this type of… confession.”Danny craned his neck as far as he could to stare dumbfounded at Vlad. Blushing, stuttering Vlad.“Wait, what did you think the real reason was??” HE WAS BLUFFING??“That you were too embarrassed to call your friends for help and thus resorted to letting your enemy see you in a compromised position rather than lose face with those you care about?”“Oh yeah, that too.” He nearly forgot the original reason for calling Vlad. “So now you know, can you phase me out? And we can forget this conversation ever happened.”Vlad considers him quietly for a moment, probably revisiting all their past interactions with his new knowledge of Danny's kinks. Ugh.

Then Vlad gets a contemplative look on his face, the smirk is back. But before Danny has time to worry Vlad leans down to grab Danny by his free ankle and to his relief feels the cool tingle of intangibility wash over him.Without the constraint of physical objects getting in the way, Vlad pulls Danny out of his porcelain prison and across the slick tile floor towards himself. Danny breathes a sigh of relief rolling on his back, his chest and its muscles expanding taking in deep breaths after being confined in such a tight position. He lets his legs sprawl open, finally able to stretch out his stiff knee and take the pressure off his hip. Not to mention phantom jr is no longer being treated like flatbread. The cursed curtain is still wrapped around him but it preserves enough of his dignity that he isn't freeballing in front of Vlad so it can stay for now.However, before Danny can sit up and free his right arm from behind his back Vlad places a boot on his stomach to hold him down. Danny’s free hand automatically goes to grip Vlad’s boot and he looks up at its wearer. Vlad returns his incredulous gaze with slitted red eyes."You know," Vlad drawled, his ever-present smirk widening, "I had my suspicions that something was amiss. What with how quick you've always been to pick a fight."Danny remains silent under Vlad's heel. Not sure where this was going, not daring to hope it might go in the direction he's dreamed about. The universe isn't usually that kind but it sure as hell owes him one."But I was never quite sure if it was your latent anger issues-""Hey""-or something more, masochistic."On that last word, the thick muscles in Vlad's thigh flexed, adding slightly more pressure to his foot, pressing it into Danny's lower stomach just so. It caused a small breath and a sudden "nng" to escape Danny's mouth unbidden.Oh fuck , please say this is exactly what it looks like and not some fucked up foreplay to an ass-beating, please.Vlad pressed harder and Danny's head fell back, his eyes sliding closed. A low whine rose from his chest riding the tension between them. Vlad's damn foot wasn't even on his dick but he could feel it rising to the challenge.His right arm was going numb behind his back but the way it pulled on the muscles in his shoulders and forced his back to arch was so delicious he was seriously considering moving his free arm to join it. As it were his left hand was curled into a white-knuckled fist by his side, clutching desperately at a handful of shower curtain and daring not to move. Vlad would notice if he did. What would he think about it? About Danny practically offering himself up? What would he do with him properly tied down and displayed at his feet like a prize catch?Vlad said nothing to betray his thoughts or answer Danny's, simply increasing the force he applied, inch by torturous inch. Danny whined again, louder this time. Unconsciously arching his back a little more, pressing up into the pressure.Danny forced his head up to look at Vlad, mouth hanging open on short panting breaths. The smug bastard looked exactly like a cat that got the cream. The throbbing hard-on between Danny’s legs was painfully obvious and Vlad's stupid tight pants didn't hide the effect their silent encounter was having on him either.Fuck, this is happening."Hey Vlad, if you're going to step on me can you at least aim a little lower? You’re killing me here," Danny panted."Hmmm, and why should I? I like seeing you squirm under me, your pleasure here is inconsequential as far as I'm concerned.""C'moooon, please just touch my dick already!"Vlad seemed to perk up at the use of " please " from Danny for the first time tonight.Much to Danny's disappointment Vlad promptly removed his foot. But before he could complain, Vlad leaned over grabbing a handful of hair to bodily pull Danny up and press his face into the man's crotch."How about you earn it?"Danny rolled his eyes but he was too keyed up to really care. Does light stepping count as heavy petting?"Cliché but fuck it, I've been wanting to taste big blue for years."Ignoring the incredulous noise above him Danny didn’t need any extra encouragement before practically burying his face into the stretchy fabric beside Plasmius' manhood. Breathing deeply through his nose and leaning his whole weight into it."Well someone's excited."Danny deigns not to answer because where's the lie? He is very excited about this new development in their relationship. Excited is an understatement. He has been fantasizing about this for years. And now it's right in front of him.His hands itch to touch and grope the plush bulge pressed against his lips. Without breaking contact Danny quickly frees his confined limbs and kicks the plastic off to the side. Hearing it crinkle every five seconds was damn annoying. Now he can position himself on his knees properly, proffering up his mouth to kiss at Vlad's wet tip and roam appreciatively with his hands.Danny mouths at Vlad's twitching shaft through the fabric of his pants, exploring how big it feels against his tongue and lips. He lets himself get lost in the sensation of it all. Closing his eyes and just letting himself feel.The weight and malleable softness of his balls. The way his thighs tense and shiver, how thick and firm they feel with Danny’s hands spread over them. The soft crease where his upper thighs meet the plush globes of his ass. The way his inner thighs give under the pressure of Danny's fingertips. Fuck, what he wouldn't give to have those thighs wrapped around his head for the rest of the night.Vlad's fingers tighten in Danny's hair, pulling him out of his reverie and back far enough to see the mess he's made. The view is pleasing."I can see why you have to wear a longer shirt in ghost form, these pants don't hide anything do they?" Danny teases, cupping and massaging Vlad's balls gently.The white material of his pants has become slightly see-through in the areas where Danny’s mouth went to town. They stretch pointedly over the tip of Vlad's weeping cock as it strains for freedom. And if the definition of its head is anything to go by Danny suspects Vlad goes commando in his little vampire getup. How daring.He wants Vlad out of those tight, tight pants so bad but not yet.This time Danny sits back on his heels to keep a sharp eye on Vlad's reactions. His face and chest are flushed a deep, vibrant purple. His mouth caught somewhere between wanting to bite his lip and openly moan. It's a valiant attempt at remaining stoic but Danny wants to see him fall apart.There's one spot he had the presence of mind to avoid with his wandering hands until now, so here's hoping it works.Making heavy eye contact with Vlad, Danny slowly slides his hands up the other man's legs. Deft fingers glide up his inner thigh until they bracket his manhood on either side, thumbs gently resting behind his heavy sac. Danny presses his tongue against the underside of Vlad's clothed tip, feeling the way it twitches in but never looking away from his goal. Watching, Danny presses his thumbs up into the space between those glorious thighs, gently at first then firmer as Vlad finally loses his composure against the stimulation to his perineum. Feeling Vlad's knees go weak and his thighs tremble sends a bolt of pleasure through Danny."There it is."A soft, breathy groan from above is all it takes for that pleasant satisfaction to turn into a burning need. To taste, to feel without barriers in the way.Using his sharp teeth to rip a small hole Danny tears open the front of Vlad's pants without a preamble. Yep, Comando. The revenge for his own ruined pair of pants also feels sweet, even though unlike his, these will repair themselves. Who cares.Danny nuzzles his face against Vlad's freed erection just to feel the size of it, the pressure on his face. The smell, the texture of Vlad's skin against his own without any fabric in between them.He pulls back to see what he's working with. Vlad's cock is more purple than blue like he expected but it makes sense. His own dick in ghost mode has a distinctly turquoise tinge to it. Though, Danny notes proudly, he thinks he has Vlad beat for size. Not that the gorgeous length before him is anything to scoff at either. He's looking forward to a more hands-on compare and contrast if they get that far. He really hopes they get that far.Vlad's fingers flex in his hair, reminding Danny of his audience and what he's supposed to be doing instead of just staring.God, how will it taste? What does ghost dick taste like? Never tasted ghost dick before. Will it be bitter and salty like normal? Tangy? What does Vlad like in a blow job?Holding Vlad's hips more for comfort than stability Danny dives forward wrapping his eager lips around Vlad’s tip and getting his first taste. Unsurprisingly it has a distinct ectoplasmic quality. Ghost dick, ghost flavour, duh.He sucks at the tip using his tongue to ease back the foreskin and tease the glans hiding underneath. Bobbing his head shallowly a few times Danny pulls off to mouth greedily at Vlad’s shaft. Feeling the velvety soft texture directly under his lips is so much better than before. Danny licks from base to tip slowly, using the broad flat of his tongue to wrap around as much as he can. All the while his hands stroke and massage whatever he doesn't have his mouth on.Vlad's heady scent along with the sensations in his mouth makes Danny start to feel fuzzy and floaty. The precum he tasted before tingles on his taste buds, leaving him craving the real thing. He wants it. He wants it so bad.Reaching out for Vlad's free hand Danny deliberately places it on his head beside the other one in his hair. Vlad's grip shifts subtly, his fingers running through raven strands before locking into place with a firm tug. Danny looks up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, the tip of his cock just resting inside Danny's mouth. Waiting.The invitation is clear.Vlad, having the most strength between them in his ghost form, has no problem holding Danny's face steady. Gently guiding his hips back and forth in slow trusts that get progressively deeper. Testing Danny's limits. He seems to enjoy sheathing himself to the hilt with a few small thrusts then pulling out nearly all the way only to drive back in swiftly. Languidly enjoying the heat around his cock rather than building up a steady rhythm right away. The slow pace has him groaning in bliss and pressing Danny’s nose into the thatch of black hair at his base. Moaning louder when Danny swallows around him, milking out every drop of pre he has to offer and drinking it down.The part Danny's always loved about getting his throat fucked is not having to breathe as much as a normal human. He can sit back and thoroughly embrace being used without having to worry about passing out on someone's dick from lack of oxygen. And boy, is Vlad using him to his heart's content.Vlad's tempo changes into more quick and even thrusts. His grip shifts more to the back of Danny's head, his stance widening.Absently Danny wonders what Plasmius' cum will taste like. His head is hazy, thoughts of ' use me, fuck me' running on a repeating loop over top of all other thoughts. His eyes from the outside are sure to look glazed over and fucked out right now. Utterly lost in the sauce.Vlad's rapid invasion of his throat has his eyes rolling back in bliss. Part of him wishes he could just stay like this forever. Passed from one greedy cock to the next, servicing them all like a living fleshlight, taking load after load.Hands in his hair pull harder, pressing him forward harshly for a few stuttering shallow thrusts before stilling and holding him tight in place. Vlad leans against the wall, his head thrown back with a long, drawn-out moan as he unloads down Danny's throat. His dick jumps with every pulse and Danny has stars in his eyes.Tingly.It would probably make a regular human sick but it tasted like refined flavoured ectoplasm to the halfa on his knees. Like the lovechild of a lemon meringue pie and a lightning bolt. With a side of dick of course. He can feel it buzzing and tingling all the way down his throat. White fills his vision and pleasure sings through his nerve endings. The aftershocks leave a numb sensation hovering around all his senses like a mental bluescreen. This could easily become addicting. Would it taste the same in his ghost form? Fucking hell he should've offered to suck Plasmius' cock years ago, this is amazing.And over way too soon.Vlad's knees gave out and he slid down to the floor taking his dick with him. His hands fell slack from their position in Danny’s hair and fall to rest lazily on his shoulders. Their foreheads pressed together in the afterglow, neither bothering to move as they each recovered their breath. To be truthful Danny wasn't sure where his hands were at the moment, but his numb limbs didn't matter right now. Nothing moved except for their synchronized exhalation. The room echoed their existence quietly. Perfectly content to float in a bubble of time, cut off from the rest of the world and its worries.Or at least Danny was. His partner in passion? Not so much."It just occurred to me that I left something on the stove."In his foggy state Danny's brain struggled to comprehend what on earth that had to do with anything in the present moment. Slowly piecing together his stray thoughts as Vlad disentangled himself and attempted to stand on shaky legs."I hate to come and go but-"Wait, are you serious?""-you know where to find me, tata!"By the time Danny realized what Vlad was implying with his non sequitur he had already vanished into a cloud of pink haze. Poofed away. Gone. Leaving Danny alone on his bathroom floor, sweaty as a sinner on sunday, sitting in a pool of his cum and unquestionably cold.Belatedly, he wished his hands hadn't been numb so that he could have felt them resting on Vlad’s hips before he slipped away."I'm just gonna take a bath this time."-Fin.

Mutually Assured Destruction.

aka the DP Cold War au nobody asked for.The premise:
If the Captain America super soldier program was restarted during the Cold War, but instead of regular science they used paranormal science, and instead of Super Soldiers they were making Super Spies. Danny and Vlad are our unfortunate “volunteers”. After getting ghostified they get tossed at each other for a nuclear level specter slap down while both countries essentially shout “fight! fight! fight!” in the background.Set in the late 1950’s? Early 1960’s? Pre October 1962. We’re talking ‘The Shape of Water’ meets ‘James Bond’ type vibes. Very smexy, very scary. (Adult Danny x Vlad endgame)The Plot:
Danny is American and Vlad is Russian, can I make it any more obvious?The Soviets started working on paranormal tech years ago, even delving into demonology. They really had to start from the ground up but their research was stolen recently via espionage. Who took it? You have three guesses and the last two don’t count. During said research, over the last twenty years, Vlad’s ghost half was created through a series of painful injections, rituals, and experiments. They pretty much threw whatever they could think of at him to see what stuck; lots of trial and error.Vlad signed up for the program as a young man, not knowing the more occult aspects of it. But when things started to go sideways and the other volunteers began dropping like flies he wanted out. Unfortunately for young Vladimir, as the only survivor, he was too valuable to go free or be killed off. His remaining family was implicitly threatened if he didn’t cooperate. His powers have only been really effective in the last two-five years because he was unstable for so long and using his powers caused a lot of physical pain/negative side-effects until he finally stabilized. He mostly works willingly now as a spy but has a tracker and control bands/cuffs/belt/device-thing that can limit his power and shock him if he’s uncooperative.On the other side of the pond, taking a cue from their stolen intel (with a healthy side of misinterpretation), the US government wants an American “paranormal soldier” of their own. They end up commissioning the Fenton’s (Jack “the only things I don’t trust are ghosts and communists” Fenton and Maddie “the real brains of the operation” Fenton) who are “paranormal experts”, inventors and have been trying to develop their own “ghost-tech” for years. Danny is a grown lad (nineteen-twenty two range) following in the family business and working for his parents. He’s not as vocally anti-war and anti-violence as his sister Jasmine, but he’s okay with making “ghost weapons” because A). They can’t actually hurt people, B). He doesn’t believe in ghosts, and C). He’s taking advantage of the funding to invent freely while it lasts, hoping to make some good, helpful devices.His parents are making weapons but they are also shamelessly using the unlimited funds to work on their passion projects, like their wacky “ghost portal” idea. The military big-wigs in charge can’t tell the difference and the other scientists hired to help them, think this is all nonsense (for now). “These Fenton folks have more than just a few screws loose. Couldn’t we get Stark again?” “Unfortunately no. And trust me, we tried. Said he wouldn’t touch this 'paranormal crack-pot nonsense with a thirty-foot pole'” sigh.Not sure if Danny has a legit accident or they(his parents or the gov) do something to him on purpose (with or without his consent depending on your desired level of angst, bonus points if Danny also gets a control collar/anklet/device). Does the portal do it to him? An experimental weapon? An intentional experiment? Or something else entirely? On a slightly related note, hazmat suits from the 50s-60s are terrifying so his ghost form will NOT be wearing THAT. Instead of being the type to wear a lab coat or hazmat suit Danny shows up wearing a pair of nice comfy mechanic coveralls. He’s a hands-on kind of guy and wants to be comfy while he works. Nice white coveralls to blend in with the more “legit” scientists and some nice black work gloves and boots to complete the look.Kinda steampunk-ish.Anyway, through one of those many possible avenues, Danny ends up with ghost powers and is essentially conscripted into “using his power to serve his country and potentially save thousands of American lives”. Not everyone at the base knows about his powers, only those in power and a select few working on the “Phantom” project do.There isn’t much in the way of “anti-ghost” technology yet so any ghost shields or ghost proofed items/rooms would be either highly experimental or use super old traditional methods like salt lines, holy water, sage, and blessings (maybe blood blossoms if we feeling real spicy.) Ectoranium comes from deep space or the GZ so it isn’t available either (except for maybe a chance meteorite? A small one ofc. Perhaps an ectoranium meteorite in northern Russia is discovered and used to keep Vlad under control once his powers stabilized). The ghost shocker devices are pretty simple since they just combine ectoplasm and electricity. It is discovered very quickly that ectoplasm is a fantastic energy source to work with (as long as you can keep your device/project from becoming possessed/semi-sentient).Now that the initial scientific freak-out and basic training are done it’s time for espionage and ghost fights!When Vlad and Danny meet as humans, neither of them knows that the other has ghost powers. When they meet as ghosts they know that the other has to have a human form but never see it. They are both under strict instructions to keep their powers hidden when away from base in human form and to never reveal their human half when in ghost form. The threat of torture and experimentation, should they be discovered and captured, is a powerful motivator.Besides a few short skirmishes out in the open that take place amidst the numerous proxy wars of the time, the majority of run-ins between “Plasmius” and “Phantom” are in their human spy personas on missions. Because ghosts are good weapons, but even better spies. Lots of Spy vs Spy type shenanigans.As is standard for the Classy Spy trope, there would be diplomatic parties to attend and people to ply for information. Playing the role of a foreign ambassador or even a member of the serving staff. Fancy clothes and fake accents. Covert rooftop meetings and late lunches at open cafes. Travelling discreetly across borders and carrying cleverly concealed weapons. All very sexy spy stuff.The first time Vlad and Danny met was actually before Danny’s “accident”. Vlad needed to gather information on a pair of eccentric inventors to see if their research had any merit to it. Who better to get that information from than their son? At some event/gala, Vlad poses as a bored Czech emissary, he sweet-talks the young man into rambling about his parent’s “nonsense” and shyly admitting his interest in space and engineering. In and out, a simple conversation. Task complete.Mr. Daniel Fenton was a face to be forgotten.…Until almost half a year later when Vlad recognizes the same young man in a place he surely shouldn’t be using a name that surely wasn’t his. Vlad suddenly fears that the “information” he gathered on the inventors had been a red herring. That he’d been played so thoroughly while thinking he was in charge of the game when, in reality, he’d been a pawn all along. Vlad feels a spark of admiration and intrigue swirl with his anger and frustration. He can’t resist investigating.After a delicately whispered, “Fancy meeting you again, Mr. Fenton.” in the young man’s ear, it becomes painfully obvious that he’s as green as spring grass. A complete novice who can’t even hide his own surprise upon being discovered. It’s a relief to know his previous intel was correct but a bit of a let down to learn that what Vlad thought was a master plan, was simply a misunderstanding.Though, the young man’s stammering and blushing more than makes up for it.After that Vlad and Danny recognize each other on several other occasions. On the street, at a party, in a department store. At first, Danny always tried to flee or hide from Vlad but eventually he got better at controlling his reactions and started ignoring Vlad altogether. The feeling of dismissal sat roughly against Vlad’s skin; buzzing under the surface in a way he just can’t ignore.Vlad quickly discovers a method that gets Daniel to notice him again.Subtle touches and provocative glances lead to quiet corners and undivided attention. He keeps telling himself that Seduction is a completely valid battle tactic and of course that’s the only reason he keeps sneaking off to make out with the hot young American spy who is still terrible at being a spy. Purely strategy. No queer feelings here, no sir.Between the two of them, Vlad is a more successful spy. He’s spent years developing his reconnaissance skills whereas Danny had been a techy/engineer until just recently. Though, Vlad is more hesitant to use his powers to his advantage because they caused him pain for so many years. Danny has no such hang-ups, but sometimes he relies too heavily on his powers in situations where a normal human solution would have been more effective. From the outside, his misjudgments look like terribly stupid rookie mistakes and Vlad absolutely rubs it in Danny’s face whenever he gets the chance. Maybe Danny learns more unique ghostly techniques to gain the upper hand against Vlad’s superior sleuth skills because he couldn’t possibly be this much worse than a regular human, right?By some miracle, neither government has connected their human covers and ghost forms yet. Only Danny and Vlad know what each other’s human side looks like and even then, it took them quite a while to realize not only who, but what the other was. Vlad definitely discovered Danny’s secret first (via careless mistake on Danny’s part, typical). But instead of killing him (like he should) or something equally dramatic, Vlad was excited. Sure, he feels bad that another poor soul most likely had to go through the same torture he did but at least he’s not alone now! Of course, he can’t let that excitement show… yet. For the sake of acting cool and aloof, Vlad decided to just show up in the other half-ghost’s hotel room to flaunt how much better he is at being a spy AND a ghost, and to gloat(show off/peacock) in general. Danny’s thoughts were simple and went along the lines of: "The insanely sexy Russian spy man that has been eluding me for months is ALSO the insanely sexy ghost who kicks my ass on a regular basis???” Clothes? Gone. Daniel J. “I’m going to punch him in the mouth, with my mouth.” Fenton, is present and accounted for.Maybe toss in some core shenanigans for the hell of it. Not that they actually know what a core is at this point, or if they are aware of it don’t have a name for it yet. idk. Either way, at SOME POINT in the night, Danny-boy is gonna be stressing his pipes calling out “VLADIMIR!”.After what can only be called A Very Good Fuck, they both come to the conclusion that A) This “war” is stupid, and B) Neither of them actually want to fight for their respective sides(owners) anymore, if they ever did in the first place.They start plotting their escape right in plain sight but under the guise of highly volatile, aerial ghost battles. They “disappear” every now and then while fighting but really they’re just flying around invisibly, talking to one another. Sharing fun ghost facts, personal discoveries, and planning how to go about evading their handlers and escape together. Sometimes they actually do spar. They also start having more secret rendezvous in human spy mode to help each other with their assignments (and for extracurricular pleasures).The time in between seeing each other is always stressful. They can’t send letters, any written communication between them is too dangerous if it gets intercepted. A phone call is out of the question. Even if a secure line was available and they had a valid number to call, they’re almost always in secret locations or not in the same country at all. It’s a toss-up as to when and where they might meet next. Sometimes they get to (secretly) spend whole weeks together on assignments and other times they get nothing more than a glimpse through a crowd to know the other is still alive. Every kiss or touch really could be their last. This goes on for at least a year, maybe more.Eventually, the best escape plan they come up with is to fake their deaths. Vlad’s “death” will happen first because he’s been in pain long enough and deserves to get out as soon as possible. Or so Danny argues. It also just happens to be most convenient since Danny is under far less scrutiny and security measures than Vlad and can realistically get out by himself if need be.They plan that during a fight Danny will toss Vlad into something else really, really HOT. A nuclear reactor? A volcano? Metal smelting furnace? Big fire explosion lots of heat thing. They’ll work with whatever is available. So when Vlad “dies” aka his control collar/device will get melted off and his handlers will think he was completely destroyed (toasted lol). Now, Vlad knows that his ghost form is elementally tied with fire and heat in the same way that Danny’s is linked to ice and cold (that was a surprising discovery for both of them). He also knows that his ghost form is crazy durable, especially when it comes to heat, but he doesn’t know for sure if he can withstand such extreme temperature. The fact that he doesn’t know means his handlers don’t know, which is exactly why they’re going to take advantage of that unknown. Because when given the choice of becoming a free man but possibly dying, or remaining in his current state of captivity and constant experimentation, he decides to take the gamble on his survival.Danny and Vlad wait for an opportunity when there is a sufficient enough source of heat near one of their ghost battles and set their plan into motion. They fight flashy and violently, scarring the ground and damaging any structures in their path. They have to make it look like the most intense fight they’ve ever had (and demonstrate that ghosts are perhaps too volatile and dangerous to be used as weapons. Too uncontrollable and destructive.) Slowly Vlad starts to give ground, he makes a show of bleeding ectoplasm and acting injured. Under the pretense of retreat, he allows himself to be corralled and cornered right where he needs to be for Danny to land his “killing” blow. It hurts Danny’s soul to see Vlad so torn up, hurt, and fearful, even if it’s just an act. His strong and funny and confident Vladdi who always stands tall and looks danger in the eye, cowers before him.Danny strikes Vlad down just as they planned and watches as the other halfa falls; a small triumphant grin on his face for Danny’s eyes only, before his form is consumed by fire.Danny waits. He knows his handlers will be watching to see what happens next. He knows they’ll want confirmation that the enemy ghost is dead. Danny wants confirmation that Vlad is no more dead than he was a few minutes before, that their gamble paid off. But Vlad doesn’t come out right away. He doesn’t come out in the next fifteen or even thirty minutes. Not a single wisp of ghost breath or invisible caress to let Danny know he’s made it out. Nothing.

After an hour of hovering and monitoring for any sign of life, Danny gets recalled to base and congratulated on “defeating the enemy”. They throw him a party for killing the man who had become his other half and he has to act happy about it. Because to act otherwise would be suspicious and out of character. If he’s learned anything these past years it’s how to read a room and blend in with the mood. There’s only so much melancholy he can pass off as claiming he’s “going to miss their fights”. But there’s also only so many “The blue bastard sure went up in smoke!” comments he can take. Only so many “gave up the ghost” jokes he can endure without snapping. A man can only hide so much sorrow. He feigns exhaustion and injury from the day’s battle as his excuse to escape. He wills the tears out of his eyes because if he lets a single one drop, he’ll never be able to close the floodgates.Later that night Danny is confined to his room (cell) thinking horrible anxious and depressing thoughts about being the only “ghost freak” left in existence now. What happens next? Does he enact part two of their plan on his own now? Is escaping even worth it if he’ll just be by himself? But if he stays will they start expecting him to use his ghost powers on regular human enemies? On civilians? Will they try to make more like him? They haven’t been successful in replicating his “condition” yet, but lord knows they’ve tried. That they’re still trying. Will the Soviets do the same and try to replace Vlad? Will this turn into a never-ending cycle of death and undeath until one side finally blows up the whole damn world? How had he let himself agree to Vlad’s plan when they weren’t sure if it would work? They should have waited, or tried to find a different solution, or- or- something! Regret coils around his thoughts like a snake, constricting his brain.Then Vlad, the undead fucker himself, suddenly sticks his head through the wall while Danny is mid-angst “miss me?” Danny throws something at his head (book, pillow, ectoblast, idk). “YOU CAD!! I THOUGHT I FLAMBÉ’D YOU!!!" Thank goodness there are no cameras in Danny’s private quarters.Turns out the heat had little effect on Vlad’s ghost form and worked perfectly to melt the trackers he had on at the time. Unfortunately, they failed to realize the tackers on his human half would not be affected. What followed was a very long and painful process of selectively transforming areas of his body between ghost and human so he could damage the devices enough for them to fail without thoroughly maiming his human half.They share many, many feelings, tears, and desperate hugs. Now it’s time to initiate the plan to fake DANNY’S death.With Danny’s turn, there’s the same logistical problem of the military’s ghost division knowing that Danny is pretty much indestructible and the only thing that posed an actual threat to his half-life was Plasmius (who is now supposedly dead). Back when they were plotting and scheming it was obvious they couldn’t pull Vlad’s “extra crispy” stunt twice. So they had to figure out what could kill Danny without revealing that Vlad’s not actually dead and still seem convincing. Eventually, they settle on pretending that Plasmius did something to “unbalance” Danny’s “ghostly nature” and “disrupted the flow of his ectoplasm” during their previous fight and it’s slowly taking effect. Being one of three experts in a niche field of pseudoscience has never been handier.During one of their secret espionage rendezvous nights, Vlad taught Danny how to duplicate. Or at least tried to. Danny went through the errors of repeatedly creating multiple limbs and heads before he managed to make a single clone. Which is how they discovered body manipulation comes much more easily to Danny than duplication.Over a period of several days following the victory party, Danny uses his freaky body horror skills to convince his handlers that something is going VERY WRONG with his ghost body. He writhes and cries, makes the lights flicker, switching rapidly between ghost and human, moans and howls in his most spooky voice, and leaks ectoplasm from his body. It’s all rather horrific and several people quit their jobs on sight. Some consider calling in a priest. For his final act Danny “glitches” invisible during a fit of his wailing and gnashing of teeth. The “Danny” that becomes visible again is a clone that continues the act for a few minutes until it destabilizes, causing his clone to dissolve into a puddle of useless ectoplasm right in front of several doctors and scientists. Danny effectively "dies” in the most horrific way imaginable, hopefully discouraging future attempts to replicate his condition, and leaves invisibly to meet Vlad.After Danny’s “death” they fuck off to a different country for a while and take up new identities. They put their combined skills to use and VERY effectively ghost anyone who even suspects there might be something fishy about the two of them. Though Danny does insist on visiting his sister and parents on holidays to let them know that he’s still alive and give them some peace of mind. The US paranormal studies department got shut down after Danny “died” and Vlad has no desire to check if the program that created him is still operating. He knows they will have to check eventually, but not any time soon.With the department shut down Danny’s parents were back to being “normal” inventors again, but with A LOT of hush money/compensation for Danny’s “death”.Danny and Vlad hang around in the mortal realm, hopping from place to place, learning, exploring and enjoying each other’s company until they find out about the Ghost Zone aka Infinite Realms. They say see ya humanity and dip into the GZ for the rest of eternity (just a few years actually) and build a castle together or something (it’s a very nice cottage). They live between both worlds for at least a couple of decades until the human world is less homophobic and no one remembers they ever existed. Then they start fresh and live happily, the way they always knew they deserved.

Thermodynamic Homeostasis

Rating: Explicit
Words: 5362Summary:
Ho·me·o·sta·sis: The tendency toward a relatively stable equilibrium between interdependent elements, especially as maintained by physiological processes.Danny has a cold, Vlad has a fever and the laws of thermodynamics don't care if you're half dead. So there's only one obvious solution, right?Tags:
Pompous Pep, Danny Fenton, Vlad Masters, Cuddling & Snuggling, Purringsick fic (??), ghost core shenanigans, Danny Fenton Has an Ice Ghost Core, Vlad Masters Has a Fire Ghost Core, Aged-Up Character(s), POV Switching, POV Third Person, Lap Sitting, Frottage, Blowjobs, Intercrural Sex, thigh fucking, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Come as Lube, Multiple Orgasms, Breeding Kink, Top Danny, Bottom Vlad, Rough Sex, it's not really safe or sane but MAN are they into it-"Sorry, mom. I can't come over for dinner tonight."Danny has a cold."I think I caught something from work."But not just any cold."I'll probably try to sleep it off, I don't want you and Dad catching it too."Danny has a ghost cold.It's a Friday afternoon in the middle of July and instead of enjoying summer working like a normal college dropout, he's confined to his bed, buried under a mountain of blankets. Despite the heat outside, there's frost creeping up his bedroom walls and tiny icicles hanging from the ceiling. A light fog of ice particles hangs in the air and sparkles like dust motes where the sun manages to shine through his single, frosted window. Danny is so not getting his damage deposit back.Everything aches. His head, his muscles, his freaking teeth. His ice core feels like it's trying to freeze him over and no amount of blasting excess ice into the Zone has gotten rid of his cold. Even the joints in his hands are stiff. It's not so bad that he's in danger yet, but it's been a pretty miserable week. If his cold keeps getting worse he's going to have to see Frostbite. However, booking a doctor's appointment is a problem for Future Danny, because Present Danny is in the middle of cancelling dinner plans with his parents. All things considered, it's probably not safe to be around them in his condition."Oh dear," Maddie coos sympathetically over the phone, "Well, maybe it's for the best. Vlad had to cancel too, said he had a fever. I hope nothing's going around. Let us know if you need your dad and I to drop by your place. Love you, sweetie, get some rest and feel better soon, okay?""I will. Love you too, mom. Enjoy your impromptu date night with dad." His mom laughs and they end the call.Huh, Vlad was invited to dinner?Wait. Scratch that, Vlad has a fever?Danny hums and taps his phone against his chin in thought. The likelihood of Vlad making up a random excuse to get out of dinner is high. He's kind of a dick like that. However, the coincidence that Vlad, who has a fire core, has a fever at the exact same time Danny has a ghost cold is too weird to ignore.Shivering, Danny rearranges his blanket nest and hot water bottle before calling Vlad. Which roughly translates to calling Vlad fifteen times and leaving a threatening voicemail ("Vlad, I swear to god, if you don't stop ghosting my calls I'm going to summon you") before the man finally picks up."What do you want?" Vlad rasps. Damn, he does sound slightly more miserable than normal. Speaking of which, it was a battle just to keep his own voice from trembling and his teeth chattering while talking to his mom."Mom said you had a fever.""You called me a dozen times for that? My, who knew you cared so much about my health," Vlad grumbles sarcastically. Danny rolls his eyes."Please, you're smarter than that. I only want to know if it's a n-normal fever or a ghost fever.""...why do you ask?""Because I have a wicked cold that's trying to freeze my f-freaking core over from the inside out.""Ah, yes, I have a fever of a hundred and ten degrees."Danny frowns, "isn't that colder than your normal temperature?""Celsius.""Ooooh." Holy shit, that's a little more extreme than what Danny's got going on. Not that it's going to deter him from his plan."You k-know where I'm going with this right?""Unfortunately, yes." Vlad sighs. "This is either going to magically fix everything or permanently kill us both.""At this point, I'm fine with either. Can you summon me? I don't think I can f-fly over without causing a blizzard." Danny whines obnoxiously. He could perfectly picture the way Vlad must be pinching the bridge of his nose right now.Vlad sighs deeply again, "Fiiiine.""Cool. Summon me n-now, oh great azure spirit of fire!" Danny waxes dramatically."I regret getting you into classical literature." Vlad's fever-rough voice laments.The next thing Danny knows he's in a heap of blankets on Vlad's kitchen floor with Vlad leaning casually against his kitchen counter, phone still in hand. His hair is tied up in a messy man-bun and he's wearing a pair of loose burgundy pyjama pants and nothing else. It's absolutely unfair how well he pulls off a fever flush.Danny scrambles to gather his mobile blanket fortress back around himself with shivering hands. Frost and chunks of ice fall out of the fabric folds. Vlad eyes a few of the ice cubes as they slide across his kitchen tiles with a raised eyebrow.When Danny settles with only his face sticking out, frost starts to bloom on the fabric again. Vlad stares down at Danny’s shivering pile of sadness, eyebrows of judgement fully engaged. Despite his display of nonchalance, Danny can see sweat beading on Vlad's forehead and running down his chest. Tiny waves of heat radiate from his exposed skin warping the air around him."How have you not frozen the pipes in your apartment yet?" Vlad's voice sounds way rougher in person than it did over the phone."How have y-you not set your pants on fire yet?""These are one hundred percent rayon, they won't spontaneously catch fire until around four hundred and twenty degrees Celsius. Did you come here to try and fix our mutual problem or mock my state of dress?" Vlad scowls and crosses his arms. Then immediately uncrosses them because apparently, he was too hot and sweaty for posturing."M-mocking you is just a bonus," Danny quips back through chattering teeth. Vlad and his pretentious fucking need to always use Celsius. "You're too hot, I'm too cold, get over here and do something about it before I die on your f-floor out of spite."Vlad huffs, blowing a stray strand of silver hair out of his face, but does what he's told. His bare feet cause the frosted tiles to hiss and steam as he kneels in front of Danny.Hesitantly, he reaches out his hand to the younger halfa, then hesitates. Clearly, he has some idea of what he wants to do and is once again falling victim to his nature as an inherently awkward man. Danny watches him silently flounder for a few more seconds before wiggling an arm free from his blanket cocoon and taking charge."Give me your hand, loser."Said loser relents. He gingerly places his hand in Danny's outstretched one and Danny nearly bluescreens.It's so waaarrmmmmmm.He smushes Vlad's hand against his cheek without hesitation, cradling it like a precious gift. Ooooooh that's so nice. It feels like summer sun, like sitting beside a bonfire under the stars, like holding a mug of warm tea on a cold winter day. Suddenly there's another warm hand on the other side of his face and that feels amazing too. His head's gone fuzzy. Nothing of importance exists outside of Vlad's hands bracketing his face and his hands on Vlad's wrists holding them in place. Oh fuck, this is the best, warmest thing he's felt all week. Multiple weeks. Months. Possibly ever. He's just so sick of feeling cold and miserable.Warm breath fans across with face. Danny blinks his eyes open and feels Vlad's hot forehead press against his hairline. He can't properly see Vlad's expression from this angle but the way his body leans in and practically melts into Danny's space radiates profound relief.Suddenly the rest of his body feels too cold to ignore."Fuck personal boundaries," Danny declares loudly, quickly shimmying out of his blanket fortress. He stumbles forward and ducks low, pressing his face straight into Vlad’s chest, ignoring the man's indignant squawk. The sudden weight of a full-grown man on Vlad's chest sends them both sprawling backwards onto the kitchen floor. Danny releases Vlad's wrists and spreads his cold, stiff fingers out against the older halfa's ribs. He pretends he doesn't hear Vlad make an embarrassingly high-pitched moan and ignores the fact he may or may not have vocalised in kind.Plasmius has an insanely huge chest in his ghost form and Vlad's human half is nothing to scoff at either. Soft, broad pectorals with the perfect amount of give, even his dark grey chest hair feels more silky than coarse.The way Danny rubs his cold cheeks against Vlad's chest indulgently would probably leave Vlad with a wicked case of beard burn if they were both normal humans. Freezing from the inside out for the last week hasn't been very conducive to showering or shaving regularly. Not that Danny is particularly focused on Vlad's comfort right now.The part of his brain currently in control is too busy making silent vows to never move from this blessed spot of warmth ever again. Despite the fact that kitchen floors aren't generally ideal places for cuddling, right here, right now, it feels perfect. Like he's a happy little snake basking on a hot rock.One of Vlad's strong arms wraps across his upper back and one across the back of his neck holding Danny captive in a tight bear hug. Danny makes a little noise of surprise when he feels Vlad's heel ruck up the lower leg of his sweatpants and press the bare sole of his foot against Danny's calf. He'd probably try it with the other foot too if Danny didn't already have that leg trapped with both his own wrapped around it anaconda style. For a fleeting moment, the idea of ditching his hoodie in favour of skin on skin contact with Vlad overtakes his thoughts. That's what you're supposed to do for hypothermia victims, right? It totally wouldn't be weird given the circumstances…As if on cue, Vlad's firm hold across his back shifts, slipping one of his searing hot hands underneath Danny's sweater. Vlad's hand feels so much hotter than the rest of his body. It's heavenly.Before Danny can phase off his favourite hoodie entirely, a deep, rumbling purr erupts from Vlad's chest.They both still. Neither breathing nor making a move to look at the other. Theirs is a very special kind of stillness that only the dead can achieve.Vlad's purring stutters for a brief half-second under Danny's cheek, then continues on uninterrupted, albeit a bit more subdued.The sound of Vlad's purr is slightly different from Danny's, it's deeper, with something else to it. It's like the difference between running hot water and cold water from a tap. Subtle yet undeniably there. Danny huffs a small laugh at the comparison. The spell breaks when he goes back to running his cold hand across Vlad's ribs and lets a responding purr slip out of his own core.Under his palms, he feels Vlad's chest rise and fall once again.

Unfortunately, their little slice of paradise comes to an end when Vlad decides he has business shit to catch up on. Though, they quickly discover that despite over an hour of blissful floor cuddles, separating is still a no-go. In the few minutes apart it takes them to relocate to Vlad's office and get his desk set up, their thermal equilibrium is all out of whack again.Welp, so much for that plan. It looks like Vlad's taking yet another sick day. Unless he decided to do something silly like sit on Danny's lap all afternoon. That'd be ridiculous, right? No way he'd agree to that.…Not that Danny would mind it too much. Normally, his pride would never allow him to tolerate being sat on by his arch nemesis. For Vlad to use him like a piece of furniture? That'd be humiliating, dehumanizing even. Yeah, no. Under normal circumstances, absolutely not. But… in pursuit of Vlad's blessed heat… he might be convinced to reframe it. To imagine he's holding a giant, snuggly, sentient, and often grouchy teddy bear? Well, then it's not so bad."Sooooooo…. How important is that paperwork of yours?" Danny ventures."Rather. It's all things I need to personally sign off on. There's a mix of project proposals from my Research & Development departments as well as budgeting summaries from several other departments. Maybe a minor advertisement campaign or two."Most of these things get filtered out by my chief financial officer and project leads at the departmental level. Since I've decided to maintain a hands-on role, a few still need my final approval to proceed. Which entails my reading through every report first. Something that has been exceptionally difficult when I can't even use a computer without melting the mouse or holding a piece of paper for more than a minute without burning it!""Okay, chill.""Not the time for puns.""There's always time for puns. Anyways, I was thinking-""A dangerous act for you.""Wow, okay. I guess I won't offer to be your personal throne so that you can complete your very important paperwork without turning your desk into a bonfire. What a shame.""I'm sorry, wh-""Apology accepted. Gonna go sit in your stupid chair now."Danny left Vlad's side and casually saunters around the man's obnoxiously large desk to plop down in his overly ornate office chair.Let him sweat it out for a minute while Danny takes the time to make himself comfortable. Chill. Relaxed. Cool as a cucumber. (Frozen cucumber. Freezing his fucking kiwis off. Vlad needs to sit on his lap right now or the whole produce section is going to be beyond saving.)Vlad gives him an odd look that Danny doesn't really know how to, or want to interpret. But the man relents quickly enough and follows him around the desk. He hesitates again for a brief moment before actually sitting in Danny's lap. Probably wondering to himself how things got to this point. With his eyes set forward in a determined gaze, he sits himself on Danny's legs as professionally as one can, and sets to work.Over the course of an hour Vlad mutters and putters away at his Very Important Paperwork. Every now and again Danny will overhear an amusing comment. Little criticisms and complaints ranging from "absolute morons, all of them" and "this should have been handled by HR" to "I thought I had Tom fired from advertising…"Their heights are similar now, Danny notes. With Vlad sitting in his lap, he's about eye-level with Vlad's broad shoulders and can't see what he's muttering about. Not that Danny would understand what he was looking at if he could see.For lack of anything better to do, he distracts himself by mapping the small scars and beauty marks spread across the man's exposed back. It's not the first time he's seen Vlad's bare back but this is the first time he's had more than a brief moment to truly look at it. The scars he has are more numerous than Danny's yet they're smaller on average. Small, round, and shiny silver with age. The vast majority are congregated around Vlad's neck and upper shoulders. If Danny had to guess, he'd say they were the remnants of Vlad's battle with radiation poisoning and the small lesions that had earned his condition the nickname 'ecto-acne'. Further down his back, there are a few familiarly shaped starburst scars that Danny also shares. Ecto-blasts. From a ghost or a gun, it's hard to tell. Either way, it must’ve been reasonably recent given the pink colouration. He may be the one responsible for putting it there.Sprinkled in-between his scars adding to the landscape are one, two, three, four? Ah, five! Small, dark, moles. One is almost dead center on Vlad's spine and Danny wants to poke it so badly he can barely resist the urge.And his legs are starting to fall asleep.Danny abruptly spreads his legs causing Vlad to drop into the space between them with a slight yelp. Luckily Vlad's office chair is the type with those "floating" arms so Danny can comfortably spread his legs to bracket Vlad's. He wraps his arms around Vlad and pulls them flush together, draping himself comfortably across Vlad's back. There, now he can comfortably peek over Vlad's shoulder at the contents of his desk, resist the urge to poke the other man, and keep his legs from falling asleep. Win-win-win. Three vultures, one stone or whatever. Heck, he might be able to catch a quick nap like this if Vlad doesn't decide to blast him in the face for peeking at his 'sensitive corporate documents'.In the end Vlad doesn't say a word, he just goes back to working. Vlad doesn't mention how Danny clings to him a little tighter and, in turn, Danny doesn't mention how his touch makes Vlad melt. Desperate times, y'know? At least it can't get worse.Three hours later, Daniel Fenton retracts his previous statement.Night has officially fallen.After hours of wandering around Vlad’s place pressed up against one another like a misshapen centaur or oddly antagonistic pair of conjoined twins they're cuddled up under a blanket in one of Vlad’s many entertainment rooms. The couch is soft. The lights are dimmed. Some black and white thriller that Vlad put on is about to reveal the mystery killer. It's the perfect way to wind down after a weird day.And out of the blue, Danny starts feeling horny.It starts small, one or two lingering thoughts on the edge of his focus. Skin memories from touches throughout the day. He and Vlad are still pressed together. It's hard to ignore the man's muscles when he shifts or the wafts of his natural scent when they're this close. The next thing Danny knows he's fantasizing about their sleeping arrangements tonight and what it might feel like to cuddle with Vlad in a bed. Would they spoon? Danny hopes they do. Would he be the big spoon or the little spoon? Does he want Vlad's big warm chest up against his back or Vlad in his arms with their legs tangled?And suddenly there's an uprising in his pants.This is fine. Understandable even. He's more than man enough to admit that Vlad is both figuratively and literally hot. Total silver fox. Very pleasant on the eyes. And Danny has been hanging off of him all day with lots of friction and moving around and that delicious warmth. Inconvenient and embarrassing as it may be, a boner was bound to happen sooner or later.Oh-so-casually, Danny lifts one leg onto the couch so he can lean forward and rest his chin on it. He feigns that he's more engrossed in the film than he actually is to covertly conceal his erection and ignore it until it goes away.It doesn't go away… if anything, it gets worse.Forty-five minutes into the movie Danny's starting to panic a little. Even with his freaky ghost stamina, he’s never had a boner last this long. Ever. Or at least not without using it to engage in sexy time activities and then there's always some flagging at certain times but that's totally normal. This is Weird. Really Weird. Can Vlad tell that he's got a raging hard-on? Vlad’s not meeting his eye. Oh man, he can totally tell Danny has a boner and he's trying to be polite about it. This is so awkward.Vlad puts on another movie.Danny’s boner lasts the entire time.It's not hurting or anything, it's just THERE. Throbbing and taking up all his mental bandwidth. What the fuck. He has no idea what they watched or how long ago it ended. They're simply sitting in silence, pressed shoulder to thigh under a blanket. In the dark. Not saying anything. He almost wants Vlad to call him out already. Maybe he should break the ice himself?"Hey, Vlad?" Danny clears his throat, "So, uhh… slight problem-"Vlad beats him to it, direct and to the point:"I've had an erection for the last hour and a half.""Oh thank god," Danny wheezes, "this is ghost bullshit right? Totally a ghost thing. I'm not even trying to be horny right now! Unless you spiked our food. But that doesn't make sense-"Vlad throws the blanket off of them exposing the massive tent he's pitching."Daniel?""Uh-huh?" Danny doesn't look at Vlad's face, too busy staring at his covered cock. He wants it in his mouth right now holy shit."Shut up."Vlad leans over and pushes Danny down onto the couch cushions. This is every fantasy Danny's had since high school come true and then some. He automatically spreads his legs to make room for Vlad to crawl on top of him, slotting into place like he belongs there. A hot hand plants itself on his inner thigh pinning it down. The other curls around his head, Vlad's fingers thread themselves into Danny's thick black hair and Vlad drops his full weight on top of Danny. Which, at six-foot-whatever, is a lot of man. Their heights may be close now but Vlad still has him beat for overall muscle mass. Danny loves every second of it."Fuck, yessss."Vlad's lips immediately claim his. Sensual and commanding, a little bit desperate too. Vlad licks into his open mouth with no preamble and Danny is more than ready to meet him in a hot, breathless, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues brush and slide against each other. Vlad explores his mouth shamelessly. Danny can't help the little moans that escape him when Vlad's tongue rubs against the roof of his mouth, right behind his teeth. The sensation sends a little zing down his spine that makes his toes curl. He sucks on Vlad's tongue in turn and bites at his lips when he pulls back. The hot hand on his thigh moves up and inwards tracing dangerous circles into his leg with his thumb. Every press gets closer to where Danny wants it to be and makes him spread his legs that much wider. He twists his hips up against Vlad's weight, seeking out that sweet, sweet friction.Vlad’s hand on his thigh situates itself at the apex where his leg meets his hip. His thumb briefly digs into the sensitive spot there and Danny's leg jumps. Then he uses his grip to direct Danny. Vlad grinds his clothed erection down against Danny's. They moan in sync. Danny snakes a hand down between their bodies to free his dick from the confines of his sweatpants and shimmies them down as far as they'll go with his legs still splayed wide open. He feels Vlad do the same, dark red sleep pants shoved low around his hips. His knuckles brush against the heat of Vlad's shaft. Every part of him is hot. Every inch of skin on skin contact feels right.Vlad's hand leaves his hip and begins to explore. Danny bites his lip, he wants to feel those burning hands everywhere. Caressing every aching inch of his body.


Daniel is exquisite. Vlad wants to touch everything. His hands push up Danny’s hoodie and the young man underneath him arches in tandem with the movement.

"Mmnn, fuck, Vlad."Danny's rough voice hoarse from arousal makes him feel greedy. He wants to see what he's never been allowed to see and touch in ways he's never been allowed to touch.Touch between them has always been with force and violence. Even the quiet moments have always been tainted with contempt and distrust. This is new. This miracle brought about by both of them dropping their guard at the exact same moment. Surrendering to pleasure over pain. Eroticism over ego. If he thinks about it too long, the level of trust they've unconsciously built between them over the years is nearly terrifying. To be known so thoroughly in such a way…Vlad throws himself wholly into touching. Petting and stroking. The simple joy of breaking a taboo, of physical delights. Sensation without thought. Skin against skin.A touch of intangibility quickly leaves Danny free of his sweatshirt and both their pants, tempting as it was to simply tear or burn the offending articles of clothing right off the younger man's body.Vlad pulls away to admire his handiwork. Daniel has certainly filled out well over the years. The definition in his heaving chest and biceps of his splayed arms is mouthwatering. A light smattering of hair decorates his chest leading down to a delectable dark treasure trail. Vlad scratches at it gently, trailing his hands down soft scarred abdominals, teasing him. He relishes how the muscles flex under his hand in response.He allows himself to grope Danny's stomach and trace his scars. Some of them were put there by the very hands now caressing them. He isn't sure whether to feel proud or guilty. It sparks something dark and possessive in his gut. He doesn't linger there long. So much has changed between them.Danny's eyes though… they've never changed before now, always filled with a silent challenge, if not outright defiance. Now, when Vlad looks into the other halfa's piercing blue eyes, he finds lust. Untamed and freely offered."I take it you've slept with a man before?""Who haven't I slept with?" Danny scoffs."Whore.""Incel."Vlad chuckles. No, of course the challenge is still there, this is just a new flavour. He leans forward and sucks one of Danny's now exposed nipples into his mouth. He bullies the small bud with his teeth and tongue. It doesn't do much for Danny sensation-wise, he doesn't hesitate to say as much aloud. The visual of Vlad all but worshipping his chest, however, must do something more for him by the way his hips try desperately to buck.Danny's wandering fingers find their way to the back of Vlad's neck while Vlad is busy tasting every inch of his neck and chest. His hand catches uncomfortably on the small hairs stuck down there with sweat and Vlad bites down on a pectoral in retaliation. If anything, the bite seems to encourage Danny. His fingers delve further into Vlad's dishevelled locks and release the tie holding the remainder of his bun in place."Always loved your stupid hair. It's so long and sexy."Danny can't keep his hands out of it. He uses it to drag Vlad back up into another kiss, his other arm wrapping around Vlad's trim waist to hold them flush together.Lost in their renewed kissing and rocking it becomes apparent that Danny keeps forgetting his grip on Vlad's hair. When he catches himself with a fistful it seems like he has to consciously release his grip. Not that Vlad is about to complain. The on-again-off-again sensation is doing unexpected things to his libido and putting delicious thoughts in his head for later.Danny removes his misbehaving hand from Vlad's thoroughly mused hair down to palm a handful of ass, moaning into their kiss. He uses his grip on Vlad's naked ass and waist to take control of their speed. Vlad braces a hand against the couch arm to maintain some semblance of leverage. It feels dangerously good to have someone else take over and direct his body to move how they see fit.The increase in speed and pressure has their kiss devolving into panting and groaning into each other's mouths. Danny's other hand quickly joins its twin on Vlad's ass. He moans wholeheartedly when Danny uses his grip to press them even closer together, falling into the frantic push and pull motion with abandon. Forward and back with Danny bucking into their shared friction. He quickly finds himself shaking and coming undone while Danny tenses underneath him chasing his orgasm with single-minded desperation, his face tucked into Vlad's shoulder. His groan of pleasure reverberates through Vlad's chest. A heaving sigh eases his body into orgasmic bliss.He watches Danny look down between them with heavy-lidded eyes to where the mess of their passion and their members are pressed together between their stomachs."Fuck, I want you in my mouth so bad.""Your grammar is still appalling," Vlad scoffs, rocking lazily into the heat and wet between them. It's different from normal. Pleasure lingers around the edges of his senses like a haze. Overstimulation tries to rear its ugly head yet never crosses over into the realm of too much. It's a good kind of different that he's not about to question and the silky glide of fluids is too good to resist a little extra gratification."You're going to insult me now, huh? Your bedside manner is what's really appalling here." Danny groans as his body responds in kind to Vlad's indulgence."You have no idea how many times I've wished your mouth had an off button."A spark of mischief lights up Danny's eyes and he licks his lips like a wolf eyeing up its next meal. Fangs and all."Yeah, no off-switch. But I do know a good way to keep it occupied," Danny grins lecherously. He sits up and manoeuvres himself free from where his legs are still obscenely spread around Vlad's waist.Then he slips off the couch-"Imma suck that dick now."-and onto his knees in front of Vlad.


Danny silently cheers as he gets to look his all-time sexual fantasy number two in the eye. He grabs Vlad's hips and pulls him forward to the edge of the couch. He wastes no time hoisting both of the man's thighs onto his shoulders and diving between them face first to mouth at his slick shaft and heavy balls. His hands massage the flesh of Vlad’s outer thighs and hold him in place so that Danny can ravage him to his heart's content. Even after just cumming Vlad's dick still stands proudly. A white bead falls from the tip and Danny catches it on his tongue.Let's see how long ghost fever can keep him hard.Vlad's cock is hot. It sits heavy on his tongue. Danny hollows his cheeks and curls his tongue to cradle it in his mouth. He wonders how his cold throat must feel to Vlad. If he had to guess judging by the wheeze and slight tremble in Vlad's thighs, it feels pretty good.He pulls off slowly, dragging his sensitive lips over smooth firm flesh. The feeling of it has his eyelids fluttering already. Danny is self-aware enough to admit he has a bad habit of getting lost in the euphoria of having his throat stuffed. He has a goal in mind to make Vlad come at least twice down his throat. Which might seem excessive and, yeah, okay, it totally is. Whatever crazy ghost illness or hormone shit that's got them all jacked up has triggered his inner cumslut and he's about to reveal to Vlad how completely and utterly desperate he is for a good dick in his mouth.Goal in mind, Danny deepthroats him aggressively. Vlad's second orgasm of the night is quick. He catches most of Vlad's release in his hand and rubs it onto Vlad's dick to use as lube for the second round. His hand moves slowly to draw out Vlad's lingering orgasm. Not too tight but not too loose either. He takes his time milking as much cum out of Vlad as he can.He leans in to tease Vlad through his aftershocks and gets a taste. Direct from the source his cum tastes like tangy ectoplasm and sweet warmth. One taste is near addicting. He has to have more. He sucks and licks Vlad's dick clean like someone drizzled it in cherry syrup. He breathes heavily through his nose, blowing puffs of cold air onto Vlad's vulnerable places. He assumes Vlad's into it since the new hand in his hair pulled his cold mouth closer instead of pushing him away.Vlad's third orgasm of the night goes straight down Danny's throat. Vlad's legs shake around his head. Danny moans into it. He contemplates making Vlad cum a fourth time for the sole purpose of getting another taste.Panting, Vlad has to pull Danny off his dick with the fist in his hair to keep the younger halfa from going down on him again."Clearly someone has an oral fixation.""God, but you taste so good," Danny moans mournfully."Let’s have a taste then, shall we?" He didn't expect Vlad to pull him up into his lap and lick his cum out of Danny's mouth. The noises Vlad makes tasting himself in Danny's mouth are so hot they have him throbbing.Danny presses forward, grinding his hips against Vlad’s stomach. Sucking dick always gets him so worked up. He doesn't exactly have the presence of mind right now to not rut against Vlad’s (probably) oversensitive dick."Mmmnnn you're a fiend," Vlad moans into his mouth.Their kiss breaks and Danny keeps humping and grinding against Vlad with wild wantonness. Rising to his knees now for better leverage. His hands dig into the couch back on either side of Vlad's head, his back arched and his head hanging between his arms, panting. He must look like a mess. Every breath accompanies another noise of ecstasy. He feels Vlad's hands on his hips. Hot lips trail wet kisses across his solar plexus. All the sensation boils together until he throws his head back with a shout and releases across Vlad’s chest.He collapses into Vlad’s lap, panting into the crook of his neck, arms stretched out and limp over the back of the couch. His legs spread wide over Vlad's lap. Their fronts pressed flush trapping Danny's cum between them.


Vlad smooths his hands up and down Danny’s legs mapping every inch of flesh within his reach. He trails his fingers lightly up Danny’s spine and feels the other man shudder. Danny moans softly next to his ear when he takes the younger man's slim waist in his hands and squeezes lightly. Vlad groans."I love seeing you lose yourself like that." He gropes Danny's ass kneading the supple muscle between his long fingers."Giving into your baser instincts and taking what you want." He mouths at Danny's neck sucking and tasting, savouring the subtle cool tingle of mint under his tongue. Danny's lax body draped across him feels like laying in the shade on a hot day. He drags his teeth across Danny's shoulder stopping every now and then to apply pressure, careful to never bite down too hard.Amazingly, they're both still hard.Danny presses against his chest and lifts his hips just enough to push back into Vlad's hands. The lean muscles in his thighs quiver with exertion, or perhaps anticipation. Vlad enjoys feeling him up with his newly earned privilege. Pressing, pulling and pushing him however he pleases, a mirror to their previous arrangement. Danny seems to especially enjoy it when Vlad digs his fingers in hard and pulls his ass cheeks apart, pulling at his hole and exposing it to the air. He gasps and moans like a whore.Danny squeaks in surprise when Vlad shoves his hips down, planting the younger man firmly in his lap. Vlad slides his cock along the plush cleft of his ass. Danny growls and rocks his hips, aiming to find the perfect balance of friction against his front and back."That's it," Vlad sighs breathily.Pulling his arms back from over Vlad's shoulders Danny rakes his nails down the man's chest. Vlad hisses and leans his head back. Whilst his hands tighten their grip on his ass, Danny only has eyes for the man's exposed throat, something dangerous alight in them.Copying Vlad’s previous actions, he sucks marks into the older man's neck. Mouthing at his pulse, a spot near Vlad's jaw nearly makes him keen when Danny sucks it. Though unlike Vlad, he isn't nearly so careful with his teeth.


Ever since Danny's fangs came in they've had a habit of bleeding over into his human form. More often than not these days it seems. Sometimes they're a hassle to deal with but right now, as he presses them into the firm muscle of Vlad's neck and shoulder, he's glad to have them.He nips gently at first, testing. Feeling the artery below thunder under his tongue. The give of skin under his teeth feels good. What's better is the way it makes Vlad whine and pant. He adds more pressure to each bite. Like Vlad, never breaking skin, just hovering on the edge of it. Judging by how the combination of blunt pressure and pain makes Vlad squirm, it's undoubtedly doing it for him. Danny adds another ounce of pressure behind his bite before dragging his fangs across Vlad's windpipe and resting them there.Danny delights at how the man under him freezes up and his breath hitches. It makes him feel bold and powerful. He digs his hands into Vlad's waist and utilizes his body weight to press the man down more firmly into the couch. Vlad's hands cling to his ass for dear life and his head remains laid back obediently. His eyes closed and his mouth open, breathing quick and shallow. Danny feels him swallow, he adds a little pressure. Vlad's dick twitches."Fuck- fuck me on the floor," Vlad gasps. His back bows, baring his throat further. "Take me," He begs in a desperate whisper. "God, please, take me, fuck me."Yeah, Danny can do that. Danny drags Vlad to the floor by his hair. Pushing his face into his expensive plush carpet with a hand on the back of his neck. The other hand finds itself in the crook of Vlad's hip to pull his ass back and manhandle him into position. Danny uses his legs to shove Vlad's apart and the man whimpers. Who would've guessed that Vlad likes being thrown around? Or maybe it does make sense with how many times he came crawling back for an ass-kicking.Danny presses his hips hard against Vlad's ass, looming over him. He shifts his hand from Vlad's hip to press it down against the middle of his back."Ugh, yes. Use me, take me, please!" Vlad moans, finding himself pinned and prone."'Use you,' huh?" Danny has to admit, the thought of taking Vlad dry right here on his fancy carpet did cross his mind. He rolls his hips a few times. Vlad shudders and pushes back into the pressure. Curled over his old enemy it feels exceptionally satisfying to hump him while he moans for it like a bitch in heat. At his mercy. It pulls at dark thoughts."Roll over, bitch," Danny commands Vlad, not waiting for the other to comply before flipping him.Sprawling on his back Vlad flails momentarily and he throws out an arm to steady himself. Danny admires his flushed red face and lust clouded eyes. He grips Vlad’s legs behind the knees and holds them apart so he can spit between them. Vlad moans at the action. His thighs are already slicked with sweat and cum. Danny just feels like being petty."Hold your legs together," Danny instructs Vlad. He pulls at his dick to gather some pre and slides his damp hand between Vlad’s clenched thighs. Leg muscles flex around him deliciously.For the second time tonight, Danny hoists Vlad's legs up onto his shoulder. This time he holds both the man's thighs together in a bear hug and slides his leaking cock between them. Danny groans with satisfaction, pulling back slowly to appreciate the slide. Vlad's thighs are slick and hot and feel like velvet on his dick. He eases himself forward in slow, shallow thrusts. He squeezes Vlad's meaty legs tighter and spreads his own knees to thrust harder, faster.Danny rests his cheek against Vlad's calf and closes his eyes. He changes his tempo into something quicker and mouths at Vlad's leg, teasing the muscle with his teeth before biting down and holding on. Under him Vlad gasps and presses his legs together until they shake. Danny gives himself over to mindless pleasure fucking sweet sounds out of Vlad until he reaches his peak. In the final stretch Danny nearly folds Vlad in half, curling forward and humping desperately in chase of his release. He doesn't stop when he comes. His cum adds to the mess on Vlad’s legs and makes the glide that much smoother. But it still isn't enough.

Danny flips Vlad over and ruts his slick cock against Vlad’s quivering hole. He buries his face into the back of Vlad’s neck and holds the man's waist in a death grip. Vlad is so hot in his hands. So warm Danny wants to bask in it, wants to be inside it, surrounded by it.He gathers a palmful of his cum from Vlad's thoroughly soaked thighs and smears it against the man's hole. He presses the mess in with his thumb. Vlad twitches and clenches around him. Danny collects another load of cum and uses two fingers to push more inside. Vlad gasps and pushes back against him as Danny watches his fingers disappear in and out of Vlad's ass. The visual alone has him dripping. Danny isn't in the headspace to wait any longer and Vlad definitely isn't telling him to slow down. He uses his thumbs to spread Vlad open and rub his cockhead against the older man's sloppy hole spreading more pre and cum around. He spits again for good measure.While being fingered Vlad had risen to his hands and knees chanting "Yes, yes, yes, yes, put it in, fuck me, fuck me."Danny leans over Vlad's and bites the back of his neck. Hard. Vlad yelps and goes down easy when pushed. Danny pins him again, face down, ass up, and pushes in. Vlad shouts as Danny’s cockhead breaches him. It turns into a long drawn out moan the further Danny sinks deeper inside him with shallow thrusts. Finally, Danny shoves all the way in and plasters himself against Vlad's back. Sighing in pleasure and canting his hips how he pleases. His hands were back on Vlad's waist holding the squirming man in place. Danny pulls back and sets a brutal pace fucking Vlad into the carpet like his personal fleshlight.Vlad writhes and wails in pleasure as the younger halfa uses him to his heart's content. Plunging into him over and over. Taking him for all he was worth.Vlad's nails dig into the carpet. His hands grope blindly, desperate for something to hold onto. His legs were putty. They shook and spasmed out of his control. The only reason he wasn't laid out flat was Danny's unyielding vice grip holding his hips up. He’s controlling the speed and the angle. Vlad is merely along for the ride. And it certainly is one hell of a ride. He's reduced to being a tool used to sate his partner's carnal needs. The thought sends tingles of fire to his fingertips and toes. Vlad ignores the intermittent flashes of pained pleasure when his neglected cock brushes against the carpet or his stomach. Instead, he focuses on cold hands pinning him down. Holding him captive. The feeling of being owned. The way Danny boxes him in from above and fucks him like a beast taking his pleasure as he wants it. Cool breath fanning against the back of his neck. So tantalisingly close, almost what he needs."Bite me," He gasped, begging. "Again. Please bite me, I want to feel it- ah!"Danny growls in his ear, stopping to grind roughly into Vlad in a way that presses punishingly right against his prostate."Aaaaaah! Oh! Yes! Please, please!"Danny groans wordlessly as he continues to press into Vlad only making short aborted thrusts. A cold nose and wet mouth meet Vlad’s neck to suck a mark. The tantalizing promise of teeth against his skin.Then Danny bites down and thrusts sharply.Vlad wails, feeling every inch of his being go limp. His body moves with the force of Danny’s renewed onslaught. Pleasure blooms in his core, shooting down into his stomach. He's lost in it as it rises higher and higher. Danny's teeth and hands and cock are his only centers of focus. Nothing else matters.Danny pushes in as deep as he can go and his grip tightens. He pulls Vlad back roughly into his, next, few, thrusts. His rhythm falters and he moans deeply around the flesh in his mouth, burying himself inside Vlad’s heat. His legs flex, toes digging into the carpet to push him a fraction deeper and his muscles contract unconsciously. His whole body frozen and trembling in its climax.Vlad is on the cusp when he feels a sudden release of cold flooding his insides. Pulse after pulse. Danny's hips pump shallowly, filling Vlad with more of his cum and pushing it deeper inside to put out the fire that'd been raging inside him for days.Like a dam breaking, relief washes over Vlad. He clenches down on the blessed coolness inside and relaxes into his orgasm as it overwhelms his senses.The teeth in his neck let go and Danny sucks in a sharp hiss. He wraps his arms around Vlad and holds them flushed together with his cock still buried inside. His quivering legs give out and he collapses on top of Vlad. He nuzzles his face into Vlad's shoulder, humming with satisfaction. Vlad can feel the small aftershocks that make him twitch inside. He welcomed the feeling of fullness and Danny’s cold possessive embrace.The younger halfa makes another few lazy thrusts into Vlad while they cuddle and presses lingering kisses to his neck and shoulders. Obeying some instinct that tells him to keep stuffing his partner with as much of his seed as possible. Vlad lays prone and pliant, indulging him until the haze of pleasure clears enough for him to recognize that he wants somewhere softer than the floor to enjoy the rest of their postcoital cuddling.Reaching around, Vlad pats Danny's flank to get his attention."Get up you brute. I'm not sleeping on the floor."Danny grumbles something unintelligible and refuses to move or let go of Vlad, apparently still floating in happy, happy, cumzone land.
"Oh for pity sake." Vlad's too tired to deal with this. He portals them as they are directly to a guest room where they can spend the rest of the night. Whatever that may entail. Now on something soft, Vlad feels more willing to let the cum haze re-enter his mind and take him away to dreamland. A thick cock up his ass and a purring halfa on his back.


The next morning Vlad wakes up half lying on top of Danny. Their position switched sometime during the night. He soaks in the cool relief Danny's ice core provides for his overheated skin. He presses his face against Danny’s bare back to feel it draw the flush out of his cheeks. The severity of his fever seems to have broken sometime while they slept.There's no longer a dick in his ass but he can feel that cleaning up the aftermath of their romp last night is going to be a pain. At least it won't be a literal pain in the ass thanks to the ectoplasm flowing through his veins.Danny stirs, lifting his head and blinking blearily against the morning light. He doesn't do much besides make a truly bizarre noise of displeasure and press his face back into his pillow.Well then.With Vlad draped over the younger halfa like a heated, weighted blanket they lay in mutual contented quiet. Danny voices zero complaints about the heat or weight. Then again it's not likely he would. Vlad remembers Danny once professed to him that "when it's not a collapsed building, getting squished is weirdly comforting." After last night Vlad has to agree he's got a point."We should do this again.""Oh, absolutely."
Author's notes:
<sup>- How are they both not insanely dehydrated? Ectoplasm. Next question.
- Why did they get horny? What caused the magical boners? Ten years of repressed sexual tension can do that to ya, y'know.
It was genuinely just a ghost cold that they happened to pick up at the same time.
- Clockwork: "Most ice core ghosts would've just gone to a lava pit in the zone but fucking the brains out of a fire core ghost
works too, I guess."
- Jack voice: "And if you look here, the author's breeding kink jumps right out atcha!"
- Vlad uses celsius because he's a hoe like that.
- YOU get an orgasm! And YOU get an orgasm! And another, and another, and another, and another-</sup>
- I cannot be assed to add all the italics back into this bitch. Read it on AO3 if you want your moans to moan.