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CHAPTER 1
They were the only two who took residence in Hadonfeild, so of course Danny would get his hands on the Infamous Michael Myers eventually, and Michael would have him beneath his, their relationship was strictly sexual after copious amounts of mutual stalking. They’re both near the same plane of psychopathic, self-severing, and evil when it comes to others… Even known by their peers. They weren’t friends they weren’t anything for a while, just fuck buddies – not until Michael warmed up, he’d never thought he’d get here, spending moments with him that weren’t for some sexual or sadistic satisfaction. All that in mind it was hard to believe he was where he was. Right beneath his fingertips…
The Ghostface grabbed the collar of his coveralls and gave a tug signaling The Shape to lean down. He had attracted Myers's attention by standing outside on the street, Michael was observant, and it didn't take him very long to notice his neighbor. His stalker. Lampkin Lane had its usual ceaseless autumn breeze, Danny had gotten used to the goosebumps he got when the wind slipped underneath his coat. he stood with the other’s collar fisted in his hand, silently observing the taller man. He didn’t make any movement, he didn’t even attempt to grab him threateningly. The Ghostface slid his hand over his neck at the silicone edge of his mask. There it is. Micheal grabbed his forearm hard enough for his blood flow to be constricted.
“You’re starting to trust me a little bit too much, darling” The Ghostface's breathy, elated voice spoke through his mask. The shorter man tried to force his hand back to its previous position but Michael’s oppressive grip would not give.
The Ghostface cocked his head to the side. “Jus’ want a smooch, big guy.” Danny placed his hand on the other's hip. Micheal made no move. The Ghostface moved closer, Micheal being a whole head taller, he had no power over him. Micheal still had his hand in a vice grip and his knife in the other. his upper lip twitched, he didn’t know what Danny was thinking.
Danny grew impatient, he reached his finger out again, and his fingertips ghosted his mask. Of course, he was getting frustrated, Michael had a way of being stubborn. He looked up at him, mimicking a manipulative head tilt paired with “puppy eyes” with his mask. “Please?” he could hear the pout on his lips. He remembered the first time they kissed. It was one of those mellow nights - it was always night - Where he would show Michael his favorite horror and snuff films where he tested how close he could get to him without him noticing, there were times he didn’t mind.
This time Danny was really pushing his luck, he settled for being flirty while Hellraiser played in the background. Danny had turned to him and kissed the lips of his mask, his hand caressing his chest.
“I wonder what the real things like” he chuckled ghosting his fingertips over the shell of his mask. It was obvious he was bored and wanted sex. Michael wasn’t paying much attention to the movie either he was waiting for the thrilling part.
Michael shot up pushing him off against the couch, he stood up. A hefty breath echoed through his mask. It felt too hot under his mask, his cheeks felt as if they were burning. He hated that despite his demeanor, his body language gave him away. He stood over the other, pressed his palm against the smaller man’s chest pushing him back against the sofa.
Danny gasped and looked up, Michael’s eyes were still fixed on him and he moved his face closer, challenging him. He had to ask because he found himself carrying how comfortable he was “Can I kiss you?” Danny was embarrassed by how pathetic his voice came out. He watched Michael tuck his thumb under his mask, he was hesitant. His lips were a pale pink and pretty. Danny pulled him down the asshole wouldn’t even lean in. He grabbed his face and kissed him hastily It felt nice - really nice despite his chapped lips and apathy to kiss it was nice because it made him feel like he was something special to Michael.
Danny stared for a long moment. “You didn’t show up for dinner last night, then again you never promised to” he tried not to sound too disappointed the involuntary huff gave him away. A nervous feeling rose, he was questioning his next words. “If you wouldn’t mind letting go of me, I've got you a present. It’s extra special - wanted to give you it then”
Michael’s fingers loosened uncurling from his wrist, giving a slight tilt of his head. Danny took the Ghostface mask off. He looked down reaching into his coat, the streetlight shined down over his face highlighting his - for once, honest, lighthearted smile. Michael watched as he pulled out an object colored a deep brown, with hints of red, it was made of leather, not the tactical leather he was suited with himself. He placed it in his hands. Michael stared in a resting moment.
Danny began to explain “It’s a knife holster. I know how beautiful your weapon is but now you don’t have to set it down and have one of The Legion getting a knife in their face again, for their sake, not yours. Trust me I know how sweaty your hands can get '' Danny was getting intensely nervous, convenience wasn’t Micheal’s thing, nor did he enjoy gifts. The most likely outcome was for Michael to drop it on the ground…which wouldn’t hurt his ego too badly.
Michael found his bumbling to be irritating, he grabbed his shoulder with a vice grip. Danny looked up, somehow the action had calmed his nerves. The Ghostface stayed quiet momentarily, then asked, “Do you want me to show you how to put on?” Michael gave a subtle nod told by the shadows shifting across his mask.
Danny clipped it around his waist while speaking “I’ve got a few of my own, if you can’t tell. I had Cowboy Caleb help me out with this one, that guy's technique is something else…”
Michael was about to strangle him.
Danny bent down smoothing over the cloth on his thigh, and tightly buckling the holster around, he smirked and winked at the large man above him “I am fond of this position”
Myers would not encourage him, a hefty sigh echoed through his rubber mask. His nerves caused his fingers to twitch in annoyance, Danny took the sign and quit teasing him. When did the Boogeyman himself come across so much patience?
The shorter man aligned his body with the other, inches apart. The buckles of his coat brushed against his clothes, Bold enough to do so, he brought his hand up to Myers chest he felt up his firm muscles. Danny wasn’t aware of the pleading look in his eyes. He was Damned to always be desperate for the embodiment of evil.
Michael stared for a moment, inspecting the holster, he slowly holstered his knife. He grabbed Danny’s thick leather robe pulling him closer, the other man began tensing up anticipating a threat. He lowered his head and pulled up his mask. Danny instinctively reached up to hold his face, rubbing his thumb over the scruff on his chin. He closed the remaining distance and kissed his unmoving lips, accepting the small invitation.
Danny pulled him in close, kissing from his top lip to the bottom. He was obsessed with the satisfaction he got from kissing him, how he was right under his fingertips, Michael wasn’t the best at it but he was learning he was just waiting for the day he took complete control, he prayed it could be now. He wanted more from the kiss the more he took the more the feeling of his nose rubbing against the hard rubber mask was irritating him. He wished he could get that stupid mask out of the way.
He did a lot of fantasizing about what the killer looked like underneath his mask. He bet he was pretty, he had to be pretty. If his physique was a tell, he was nothing but good-looking. The man before him was sculpted out of stone, and stabbing him was like plunging a knife into a brick wall. Any struggle he attempted against Michael man was to no avail, he wasn’t particularly human. What if Michael didn’t look human? It was hard to imagine him looking like a normal, plain guy.
The other night he snuck into his house measurements for Michael’s knife to make the holster. He entered through the kitchen window and maneuvered over the sink planting his feet on the ground a little too hard. Danny caught his breath standing still listening to any footsteps due to his botched entrance, he looked over the foyer and living space, the lighting never changed because of the perpetual nightfall, and the shadows remained like a still-life painting. The blue hue was unmistakably beautiful, it perfectly enveloped Michaels's eerie presence.
Danny breathed out as stepped onto the first steps, it creaked beneath his feet to no surprise. This was going to be a challenge, he was familiar with stairs like this, fucking 70’s architecture. The Ghostface sneaked up the steps, when he made it to the hallway he had honestly expected Michael to come charging at him from one of the many doorways, he waited every second for his impending doom. Finally, at Michaels's bedroom door, he was left in awe. His iconic mask was resting on the bedpost, which meant- he looked at the bed, his eyes saw the usual blue jumper, and his body was twisted to face the wall, one of his legs straight out on the bed and the other bent to take up the mattress. Both of Michael's arms were in front of him guarding his face. Danny stalked over to the middle of the room getting a full view of his broad back and the back of his head. Michael's hair- covered the back of his neck and curled at the ends, his hair was messy, untamed, and a Perfect mix of blonde and brunette. The light from the window beamed on his hair revealing its natural color.
The Ghostface tilted his head, he’d been thinking he was blonde all this time, and that hairstyle was undoubtedly seventies. He wanted to touch those precious locks. Maybe he could get away with it… what If Michael liked the touch? No, Michael would rather kill him repeatedly and remove him from Haddonfield altogether. Danny shouldn’t push his luck. He continued getting the measurements and leaving swiftly. He could never stop thinking about Michael’s hair. if he couldn’t get away with a photograph; his mind photographed the image of him sleeping peacefully and more vulnerable than ever.
Now Danny reached to the back of the larger killer's neck, slowly trailing upwards to the nape of his neck, tucking his fingers into his curls. His brain could finally fill in the gaps, he knew it looked nice, from when he snuck in the other night. now he knew it felt nice too.
Danny was starting to feel uneasy, his emotions were high. He gripped the pocket of his coveralls. All this rambling in his head - At that moment he realized this obsession was more than that. His stomach was sinking. Michael’s rubber mask was rubbing uncomfortably against his nose. The feverish want Danny had put into the kiss was gone completely. He broke away from the once lust-driven kiss, wiped his wet lips, and then slipped Michael's mask back on as well as his own. The Ghostface made no show of his flashy mask before turning his back and disappearing down the streets. Michael stared blankly and watched the Ghostface walk away, Confused.
He found himself still upset about Micheal missing dinner the other night but he knew he was in over his head, it was too much, too romantic for their relationship; it was straightforward. He thought it would have been since Michael wasn’t introduced to food much in his life. There were many excuses he could think of why he didn’t show up, trials, sleeping in, or maybe he was nervous but the answer was pretty simple, he didn’t want to, which hurt to think about but he shouldn’t expect more from him, his emotions and what he wanted were too much for both of them.