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The first thing Danny senses when he comes to is the chill seeping into his skin, and then the bright light making his eyes water. Memories start coming in flashes - leaving home for a patrol, running into Skulker, getting hit with electricity, and then everything going black.
The air is cool, sharp with disinfectant, and the lab lamp above is humming a tinny note. He feels leather hugging his wrists and ankles, keeping his arms above his head and his legs spread. He's strapped down to the lab table, and he's completely naked.
Well, shit.
In all fairness, he's a bit surprised it hasn't happened sooner, considering how obsessed Vlad is with him. All the cameras, the clones, their increasingly heated fights - truly, it was only a matter of time he'd end up in a sex dungeon of sorts.
However, anticipating something like that doesn't really stop him from freaking out, and he can't help the way his breathing quickens in panic.
“Awake, my Badger?”
The light is turned away from him, leaving the swirling afterimage burned in his retinas.
Vlad stands next to him in all his smarmy glory, looking rather smug as he's digging through the table's drawers. His jacket is gone, leaving him in a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and if the sight makes heat ignite low in Danny's stomach, well, he's only human. And a ghost.
“Unfortunately.” When Vlad just continues to rifle through the drawers’ contents, Danny asks, “Going to tell me your new evil plan? Like usual?”
Vlad makes a small noise when he finally finds whatever he was looking for before replying, “oh, no. You will tell me, and in great detail, too.”
He picks up a vial with a translucent liquid inside, and then quickly fills a syringe with it.
“Truth serum,” he says, answering the tacit question in Danny's eyes.
“Truth se- are you serious?!” For the first time since he came to his senses Danny tries to go ghost, only to find he can't access his powers; he can feel his core, but he can't draw any energy from it. The restraints hold fast as well when he thrashes, trying to free himself, but to no avail. It's not like he has a lot of secrets - those that would matter to Vlad, at least - but he still hates the idea of being made to tell him things.
“Shh, Daniel, you don't want to break the needle off, do you?”
That does make him hesitate, because without his powers he can't phase it out, and he doesn't want to find out if that myth about a piece of metal reaching his heart is true or not.
Vlad dutifully disinfects the area in the crook of his elbow, and the cold wetness really drives it in that it is actually happening. Also, apparently, Vlad has the hand of a veteran RRT nurse, because he doesn't feel a thing when the needle pierces his skin.
“There we go, you needn't have made such a fuss,” Vlad casually says as if he hasn't just roofied him. Danny doesn't grace him with a response, focused on what is going on in his body.
The thing hits fast; suddenly, he's warm all over, blood rushing in his ears as his heartbeat picks up. He feels dizzy, and restless; when he squirms on the table his skin glides across the metal surface, slick with sweat. Vlad's touch becomes electrifying where he slides his fingers along Danny's stomach, making his muscles tighten and a few goosebumps break out.
“Let's start with something simple, shall we?” Vlad smiles at him, like they are making small talk. “What's your favorite color?”
“Blue.” He doesn't feel the need to lie just yet, and he doesn't feel any compulsion to answer.
“Dark or light?”
“Dark. Like your eyes.” Danny didn't mean to blurt out the second part, and closes his mouth hard enough to make his teeth clink. Looks like the thing makes filtering speech harder.
He is so fucked.
“How often do you touch yourself?”
Talk about going from zero to sixty. Danny can feel the heat radiating off his cheeks, embarrassed beyond belief. Of course Vlad would go there; even if he hadn't already known him, the fact he's strapped naked to the table probably would've clued him in.
Could he lie?
“I… sometimes,” he suddenly says, managing to change his answer at the last moment. The fog in his head keeps getting heavier, making it harder to focus. His core is vibrating softly in his chest.
“Define sometimes.” Vlad's fingers reach his left nipple, circling it, and whatever answer Danny was going to fake leaves him in an instant.
“Almost every day,” he says instead, his entire face burning.
“When?”
“When I come home. After a fight.” He bites his lip and manages to stop ‘after seeing you’ from coming out. Seems like he's still capable of stopping himself, if only by physical force.
“What's your favorite fantasy?”
The worst thing is, Danny hesitates not because he manages to keep his shit together. He simply cannot choose from the wide array his mind comes up with, cock twitching as he's rapidly getting half hard just from the question alone.
He has a personal computer, unlimited internet, and Tucker Foley as his best friend for inspiration; the variety of kinks he's been exposed to is rather impressive. His ghost life, full of fights which somehow end up with him being captured and tied up more often than not, also provides him with a collection of questionable scenarios. The fact he has an arch nemesis quite literally obsessed with him doesn't hurt either.
If he's been frequenting the DILFs/twinks section lately, that's no-one’s business but his.
And now Vlad's, apparently.
Vlad quirks an eyebrow at him, clearly expecting to be obeyed, and Danny goes with the most frequent one.
“After we fight I always imagine you'd come to my room, in my bed, and you'd hold me down and you'd- you-” he can't say it, can't even look at Vlad, squeezing his eyes shut against the burning shame he feels. Which, however, does nothing to dull his arousal. He's painfully hard all the way in, the familiar scenario never failing to make him hot all over.
He can't see but he feels Vlad leaning closer, until he feels his breath ghosting on the side of his face.
“Fuck you? Spread you open with my cock?” Vlad says, voice low and foreboding.
“Yes.” Now that that's out in the open, words come easily, pouring out of him. “You'd press my face in the pillow so I can't scream and you'd push inside right away, but I've already had my fingers in- oh!”
He stops midword because his right nipple gets pinched, and his eyes fly open. Vlad's hot hand sets off goosebumps all over when it moves down his chest and stomach and groin, carefully avoiding his hard dick, until his fingers press gently against his entrance. Danny jolts with his whole body, legs trying to snap shut, but he only ends up hurting his knee when it twists awkwardly due to the restraints on his ankles.
“Have you ever touched yourself here?” Vlad looks at him, eyes hungry as his fingers rub his hole, teasingly light, a promise of what's to come. Danny's pulse is racing.
“Yes.” He has, and a lot. The first time he realized their fights might turn into this direction, he decided he needed to be ready. What started with a single finger up his ass turned into a frantic fingerfucking every night right before the patrol, mind abuzz with various scenarios each starring the man above him.
“I thought I should prepare myself in case you'd actually do that,” Danny confesses, foreseeing the next question.
“I suppose that explains why you're slick.” And with that, Vlad slides a finger in. Danny flinches in shock, a low groan escaping him. It doesn't hurt at all but it feels intrusive and weird, because someone else is touching him from the inside, probing and pressing, and it's so different from how he does it. It doesn't take Vlad long to find and rub his prostate, and Danny does moan this time, embarrassingly loud. His hips lift off the table as Vlad doesn't let up, pressing the spot rhythmically until he's tearing little 'uh-uh-uh' noises out of Danny with every move. Precome is beading at his slit, slowly dripping on his stomach as his cock twitches.
“Tell me another.” Vlad's voice sounds slightly hoarse. He pulls his finger out, letting Danny collapse on the table with a soft thud. Danny uses the moment to suck in as much air as he can, breaths fast and deep, when he hears a bottle uncapping and a few moments later he's stretched again, Vlad's fingers cool and slick with fresh lube.
“I often think about getting tied up,” Danny says breathlessly as those skillful fingers take him apart, getting him wet and open. “Either as a ghost or myself. Can't- ah! Ah! Can't fight anymore, so I can only lie there and take it.”
His brief stay in Walker's prison left an impression for sure, and that's not even mentioning the amount of times Skulker had him restrained.
Vlad, the asshole he is, looks amused. His other hand finally wraps around Danny's aching cock, and Danny almost comes on the spot because that's another person touching his dick for the first time and he isn't sure he can handle that, as aroused as he is.
“So pretty much like this, right?” Vlad says over his high pitched whine. “You're very welcome, Badger.”
Danny ignores him as much as possible, thighs trembling as he tries to fuck into Vlad's grip.
“Being choked as well.” With the amount of times Vlad has grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into a wall it's not really a surprise a guy develops a kink for it, right? Right. Nothing wrong here. Danny had squeezed his throat a few times during masturbation sessions, and while it was fun it didn't have quite the same effect as when Vlad's hot hand branded him, his undivided attention like a physical touch on his skin.
Vlad's hand doesn't falter, pumping and squeezing and twisting around the head, and combined with the fingers still sliding in and out of his ass Danny is thrown into a violent orgasm that blacks out his vision with the intensity of it, moans flowing freely as he comes, high pitched and embarrassed. Vlad milks him through his high, coaxing the last drops out with the slick wet noises, and the mind-numbing pleasure turns overwhelming real quick. The restraints don't have much give, and he can barely squirm as he tries to wiggle away from Vlad's hands with protesting breathy whines, collapsing when Vlad finally relents and lets him be.
He just lies there, drenched in sweat and come and breathing hard, staring at the lab ceiling without a single thought in his head. He still feels the compulsion to speak, so he licks his dry lips and opens his mouth again.
“Pet play,” he begins, voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. His blush gets deeper when he sees Vlad's interested expression at this one, so he avoids his eyes and speaks to the ceiling lamp instead. “Being collared like an animal, so I don't have to think about anything. Must be nice when you have a master to take care of you.”
He has seen the way Vlad absolutely spoiled his cat, the pure affection in his every touch and action; he can only imagine, wistfully, the sliver of that attention being shown to him. On the other hand, the idea of being trained for Vlad's pleasure is also rather appealing, the amount of trust he'd have to put in him to bear the humiliation that's surely going to be involved. Like Vlad pulling on his leash as he chokes on his cock. Yeah. That sounds exciting.
Vlad seemed like the type to have stables, but Danny didn't find the few videos on ponyplay that he'd seen appealing. The guy already had a cat; would he want a dog, then?
“Kinky,” Vlad says with surprised approval, hands coming to brush down his sides lightly, almost ticklish, like he can't stand not touching him. “You're full of surprises, Daniel.”
“You know me,” Danny gasps out when Vlad starts stroking him again, not letting him go soft. It borders on being overstimulating, on that fine line between pain and pleasure, and when Vlad leans down to put his hot mouth on Danny's nipple it swerves firmly into pleasure; his whole body feels alight when a hint of teeth grazes against him.
“I do,” Vlad says when he deems the bud appropriately perked. He blows air at it, making Danny whine at the temperature contrast, cock twitching in Vlad's grip. Vlad slowly kisses his way down, making him wriggle a bit at the tickle, and just when Danny thinks for a wild second his mouth is about to go lower Vlad straightens back up. “Any favorite places, besides your room?”
“Your mayor's office. You'd either bend me over the desk or over your knee, keep me pinned down as you spank me. Or finger me. Or both.” He can imagine it so clearly, having been in Vlad's office a few times during the day and once at night, specifically to climb all over Vlad's chair in order to see how well he'd fit straddling Vlad's lap in it or if his legs could still touch the floor if he were to press his chest to the desk surface. The space under the desk was inspected thoroughly as well, and he might or might not have touched himself right after while sitting naked in the chair, the knowledge that Vlad might sense his residual ectosignature the next day adding to the illicit pleasure.
“Do I make you count them?”
He does now. Danny hasn't thought of that and shit that's a grave oversight; he'll have to revisit this one if he gets out here alive.
Something must have shown on his face as he thinks that, because Vlad suddenly slows his movements.
“Are you scared, Daniel?”
Shit, he'd rather continue with his fantasies. That is an entirely different sort of humiliation, and he doesn't particularly like this one. Vlad studies his face, and Danny avoids his stare.
“Yes,” he grits out. As hot as that is, Vlad is dangerous. Unpredictable. Volatile.
“Of what?”
“You.”
Vlad has the gall to raise his eyebrows, as if he's surprised.
“Whyever for?”
“Of what you can do to me. Doing to me.” Danny pointedly looks at the hand on his cock. “You tried to kill me, for fuck’s sake.”
“Language,” says the guy who has routinely kidnapped, undressed, and roofied him. “I've repeatedly told you I wish to have you by my side, Daniel. Causing you permanent harm would be rather counterproductive, don't you think?”
Danny looks at his tied arms, then back at Vlad, making a face he hopes clearly conveys he doesn't know what to think anymore. Vlad sighs, his free hand coming to stroke his flank. Danny hates the fact it does, actually, feel comforting.
“You're going to walk out of here safe and sound, Daniel. You have my word, whatever it's worth.”
Oddly enough, it does help. For all that Vlad omits things and outright lies, if he gives a promise he doesn't break it. Usually.
Danny lets himself relax, if just a little.
“I kept thinking about the clones,” he says, even though he hasn't been asked, and he can't stop his mouth from running, having the thought of an ectoplasmic entity wearing his face being kept as a glorified sex slave keeping him up at night for quite a while. “Of what you'd do to them if you managed to make a stable one.”
“What would I do to them?” Vlad asks over his pants as Danny bites down a moan when Vlad thumbs his slit.
“Fuck them, obviously,” Danny huffs out, trying to lift his hips and fuck into the fist gripping him. “I wondered what'd it be like, to be kept as a fuck doll.”
The thrill he is having at the thought he might very well find out is hotter than it has any right to be.
Vlad's hand on his cock slows down and then stops, making Danny look up at him in worry.
“Well, I could give you a taste,” Vlad says softly, holding his gaze, and the hairs on Danny's nape raise in anticipation. “No need to wonder when you can know.”
Vlad steps away from him, and then the table drops down a little, causing him to yelp at the sudden lurch. Vlad rearranges the restraints so each one is connected to a glowing chain, allowing him a bit more mobility. This way he can drag Danny's ass to the edge of the table, his legs coming to rest on Vlad's broad shoulders. If he's honest with himself, and he can't not be at the moment, Vlad looks good like this. They look good like this.
Vlad turns his head to press a kiss to his shin, hand cradling his ankle, and the gesture is so intimate it makes Danny's breath catch.
That's definitely not how he imagined losing his virginity (and boy did he think about that a lot), but he also can think of many ways worse. He hears Vlad unbuckle his belt and then unzip his pants; if he cranes his neck he'll be able to take a look, but he doesn't find it in himself, staring unseeingly at the ceiling instead.
“Do you want this, Badger?”
Danny nods, not managing to operate words at the moment, mind heavy and foggy with arousal. Hot flesh presses against his ass cheek, and the muscles inside him are fluttering already, like he's trying to clench around something that isn’t there yet.
“Verbal consent, Daniel,” Vlad singsongs, the head of his cock rubbing along his perineum insistently, teasing his hole but not pressing in. Danny's hips cant up on their own. At this point he's past humiliation, the desire to be filled so urgent it outweighs the lingering shame he feels.
“I want you to fuck me,” he says quietly, body tensing up in anticipation.
Vlad pushes into him, putting pressure on his entrance, and then stops, tearing a frustrated whine from Danny when his fingers dig in harder, keeping him securely in place.
“Why don't you ask for it nicely,” Vlad says, a sadistic glint in his eyes making him squirm in apprehensive delight. “Like a good dog.”
He's pretty sure his entire face bursts with color at that, and just as he opens his mouth to tell Vlad to go fuck himself Vlad pushes again until the muscles give, and Danny's next breath comes out as a squeak. It smarts, and it feels weird.
He can afford neither money nor courage to purchase a proper dildo, and his control over ectoplasm isn't nearly fine enough to risk it anywhere near his ass, so for the past few days he'd been eyeing anything shaped phallically enough, the best option being either cucumbers (he would've had to buy a new one because the one in their fridge glowed ominously) or a screwdriver handle (the only suitable one, unfortunately, being used daily so it would've been hard to get it to his room without someone coming looking for it). With every odd against him, the only thing he's ever had inside was his fingers, so he's completely unprepared for the fullness he feels as Vlad splits him open.
His cock is thick, and the smarting gets worse the more Danny is stuffed, making him feel every inch as it drags across his insides. Vlad continues to push, slow and inexorable, until his hips press flush against Danny's ass and he's balls deep inside. His cock sits hot and heavy inside, and Danny can feel his heartbeat where he's stretched around Vlad, his own pulse racing. He's gasping, ragged and thin, his whole body feeling flushed with the heat. Vlad lets him adjust, hands stroking his trembling thighs, ghosting over his leaking cock.
He starts pulling out, torturously slow, and then slams back in; a choked moan is punched out of Danny, his walls clenching spastically at the intrusion. His skin makes a weird noise against the table surface when he's jolted with the force of it.
Danny closes his eyes, allowing himself to fully enjoy the experience. The way Vlad's gripping handfuls of him, pulling him closer on each thrust, the slaps of Vlad's hips filthy in a way that makes him rapidly approach another release. He feels drunk; out of his body with the blinding pleasure Vlad wrings out of him.
“Is this like you imagined?” Vlad asks as he grinds in just so, pressing firm and hard, and it takes Danny a few seconds to clear the brain fog to parse the question. Vlad sounds breathless, and Danny's head swims when he realizes it's because of him.
“Better,” Danny says honestly, because no amount of porn could've prepared him for the way the slow, smooth drag of the cock inside him feels, just how intense it would be. Now that he's been forced to collect enough brainpower to speak instead of just being a hole for Vlad's pleasure, the compulsion to speak raises its head again.
“When I don't have much time and I have to come real fast, I think about your duplicates-” he has to stop talking for a moment because Vlad slams into him again, loud and wet and dirty, and his voice breaks off into a warbling whine. “I'd be sucking you off while you rail me. Hold me down between yourselves, use me one after another.”
When the duplicates surrounded him back then he was scared shitless, but as he got older the more he looked back on that memory, the more inspiration he took from it; the possibilities of what four Vlads could do to him were too plentiful to choose from. Truly, that night had awoken something in him, and he had never been the same after meeting Vlad.
Vlad snaps his hips, hard, startling a cry out of him. He looks at Danny like he wants to devour him.
“The things I wish to do to you, Badger,” Vlad says but, sadly, doesn't elaborate further.
“Kiss me,” Danny gasps out in return. Might as well live all his fantasies, right?
Something like a surprise fleets across Vlad's face, but he pauses and leans down, pushing his knees to his shoulders as he does. The glow of Danny’s eyes cast his face in toxic green light when he's close enough to press his lips against Danny's. It's surprisingly gentle, in stark contrast to the intense plowing he's receiving, Vlad's goatee brushing softly against his chin. A hot tongue touches his, and Danny can't hold back a moan. He's thought about this moment a lot, but it never occurred to him that he'd have a thick, hot cock stretching him. It twitches when Danny moans, and then Vlad pulls away from him entirely.
Vlad pulls out, and before Danny can complain about being empty Vlad flips him around, the ease with which he's being manhandled is setting his blood on fire. His chest hits the table, stealing his breath away, and the chains rattle as they cross at the wrists. The edge of the table is digging into the meat of his thighs; his feet barely touch the floor, just enough to support his weight but not giving any real leverage so he can't move away or lean in, completely in Vlad's mercy. Vlad's hand grips his hip, the other landing on his neck, firmly pinning him in place.
A mangled sound leaves his throat when Vlad slides in again, rubbing all the new spots from this angle, sending hot sparks of pleasure up his spine. Danny tries to sway his hips, push back to grind against Vlad, but it's impossible with the way Vlad has him caged in, when Vlad’s so much bigger and broader and taller, holding him down with no effort.
He thought the fucking before was intense, but now he can barely hold himself together, writhing in Vlad's hold, nails scratching uselessly at the metal as Vlad takes him apart at the seams. Vlad slams into him repeatedly, the slap slap slap of their hips meeting overlapping with high pitched, almost girlish moans he's reduced to.
“Keep talking,” Vlad growls, rough and low, the sound of it making heat flare hotter in Danny's veins.
“I love it oh fuck I love it,” Danny sobs out, barely recognizing his own voice with how desperate he sounds. At least his face is safely hidden in his arm, the surface under his cheek damp with sweat and tears and saliva.
The moment that thought passes Danny feels the hand on his neck move higher, fingers threading through his hair before gripping and yanking. He goes up with a shriek, spine arching as his upper half is lifted off the table and he's forced to support himself on trembling forearms. Now the sounds he can't stop making are unmuffled, moans and whines punched out of him with every brutal thrust, each one forcing hot drops of precome out of his cock. He's dimly aware he's crying, tears flowing down cheeks as he's seeing stars and everything is flashing white behind his eyelids.
“Vlad,” he keens, pleasure coiling hot and tight in his stomach until it crests, until he comes untouched on that thick cock. “Vlad, oh fuck Vlad-”
Vlad fucks him into the most spectacular orgasm of his life, and then through it as his body goes taut, trying to curl on itself, muscles spasming and locking up. Danny feels more than hears the leather around his wrists creak with the force he's pulling at them with, his ears ringing with the blood rushing and his core thrumming in time with his heartbeat.
Finally, he collapses, shaking and sweaty and spent, chest raising rapidly as he struggles to get enough air in. Vlad slams into him twice more and actually curses as he comes, liquid spilling hot into him with each grind of his hips. They stay like this for a few long moments, panting together, before Vlad pulls out, leaving him unpleasantly empty. Danny can feel Vlad's come slowly dripping out, and it should feel gross now that he's finished but he's still helplessly aroused at the feeling, his softening cock twitching the few last drops out.
“Looks like you quite enjoyed yourself, didn't you?” Vlad says softly, and it should be illegal how collected he sounds while Danny's completely out of it.
“Mhm.” Danny doesn't want to open his eyes, still riding the incredible afterglow. Goddamn he's never come so hard. A few moments pass by, Vlad's warm hands slowly petting his thighs, his sides, his back, up and down, spreading soothing heat as they go.
"You know the best part about this, Badger?" Vlad's voice shakes him out of his daze, and he slowly opens his eyes, still trembling lightly.
"Mhm?" He looks over his shoulder, sees Vlad's shit eating grin and immediately goes on high alert, straining against his restraints; usually this expression means a lot of pain coming his way, and he is in no condition to take any.
Vlad leans closer, chest pressing to his back, warm and heavy; this close Danny can feel his fire core, resonating with his in an oddly satisfying way. He supports his weight on his elbows, lips pressing to a spot beneath Danny's ear. Danny forcibly squashes a purr that tries to escape his throat, still wary of the situation.
"It wasn't a truth serum," Vlad murmurs, still grinning, as if sharing a secret.
What.
"What?" Danny croaks out, dread setting cold and heavy in his stomach. "But I felt-"
"It's a light relaxant." Vlad waves his hand, watching his face carefully, red eyes alight and hungry. "I got you a bit drunk, essentially, but nothing that would force you to tell me anything. I'm afraid that was you entirely, my dear.”
That motherfucker.
Vlad straightens out with a laugh, and since Danny's legs are mostly free, he tries to kick back, ignoring how it sends a painful twang through his tender insides. A heavy slap on his ass makes him yelp and thrash, and he assumes that's why he misses the needle prick, knocking him out like a light.
The next moment his alarm goes off, and he sits up in his bed with a start. The next next moment he's dropping back and curling on his side because his hips and ass are sore as hell, leaving him with absolutely no illusion about the night being a wild wet dream. He hears cars driving by outside, and the sounds of his family moving about in the house, and the normalcy of it feels bizarre after the night he's had.
He notices the weight on his neck, realizing but not quite believing what it is. It takes his shaking hands a few tries but he manages to uncollar himself, the thin leather soft and glossy under his fingers as he inspects it.
It is dark blue.
When he turns the gold dog tag around, he sees his insignia engraved on the metal, the exact design that adorns his suit in his ghost form.
He spots a note on his bedside table. His first instinct is to throw it away, but then his curiosity takes over. Vlad's handwriting is a fancy, flowy cursive, and it takes Danny a few moments to decipher it.
Dear Badger,
I hope the color is right. There is a matching leash waiting for you, if you are brave enough.
You know where to find me.
V.