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“And it's just impossible to hit that asshole when he just pops all over the damn place,” Danny complains for what feels like a fifth time in the past few hours, the trash slasher they've been watching completely forgotten. Sam rolls her eyes. “Man, I wish I could teleport, it's so unfair.”
“Why can't you?” Tucker, having run out of his own popcorn, grabs another handful from Danny's bowl and yanks his hand away before Danny can smack it.
Actually, yeah, why can't he.
He gets off the floor and shifts into Phantom, the flash illuminating the mess they've made and reflecting on the opened chips bags. Danny steps away from them a little, closes his eyes and tries really, really hard to imagine himself floating above Sam's bed. He pictures the room from that new angle, the way his legs would hover over the covers. Plasmius’s smug face and the ease he slips through space with comes to his mind instead, making him grit his teeth in irritation that is generously tinted with envy.
Sam and Tucker's alarmed gasps make him open his eyes, seeing that he's still in the same place he's been standing. His friends are staring at him in horror, Sam's hand over her mouth and Tucker's frozen in Danny's bowl.
“What?”
Danny follows the trajectory of their stares and looks down, where his legs should be. For a few long moments his brain doesn't compute what he's seeing, then the reality finally sets in. He sees the floor where his legs should be.
“Dude.”
“Are you okay?”
His entire lower half is gone, cut neatly at the waist. He's pretty sure he's not okay. Man, and they've literally just rewatched the Doom movie.
He feels fine, and when he thinks about moving his legs he can feel the movement, even though he doesn't see it. He reaches down to touch the space where his legs should be, in case he's turned partially invisible, but his hand goes through air uninterrupted, bathed in a soft green glow emanating from the cut.
“I think so, yeah,” Danny says faintly, moving his weight from one leg to another. “I still can feel them, kinda?”
A sudden touch at his ass makes him jump and yelp, startling his friends again.
“What?”
“What's happening?”
“Does it hurt?”
Danny opens his mouth to say ‘someone just grabbed my ass cheek’, then thinks about it again and closes his mouth.
“It's okay,” he says instead, hoping his face doesn't start to glow with his blush, “just hit my knee on something.”
To make his words not entirely a lie he tries to kick in the direction he hopes whoever touches him is, but it doesn't connect.
The next moment he almost jumps out of his skin because his legs are firmly grabbed and spread by four hands, and he knows who they belong to. Plasmius's ectoenergy sizzles with heat under his skin where he's touched, the sensation is so unique there's no room for doubt. Of course out of all possible places, his ass decided to deliver itself right to his arch enemy on a silver platter. Danny can't help but feel a terrible, shameful excitement crawling up his spine, mixed with a healthy helping of dread.
“I know where my legs are," he says, voice suddenly hoarse and a good few tones lower, squirming as his ass is grabbed again and kneaded, fingers digging in insistently. “See you, guys.”
He ignores their protests and phases through the wall. The chill air outside does nothing to cool his burning face as he feels those searing hands wander closer and closer to his half hard dick. He tries to kick or close his legs, but with the way Vlad's gripping him it's entirely useless, he can't budge an inch.
He flies in the direction of Vlad's mansion, significantly slower than he would like. He can feel the hazmat ripping when claws pull at it, and then clasps a hand over his mouth to stop a moan coming out when he's touched skin on skin, hot hands gliding over his ass and dick and thighs, squeezing and rubbing and pinching. He almost falls out of the sky when he feels a cold, wet touch directly at his entrance, and can't stop a shriek slipping out when a thick finger slides in. He's never even touched himself there before, and the intrusion feels weird as hell, but at least it doesn't hurt. He does fall, crashing on a rooftop below him, when that finger presses a spot inside him that makes stars go off behind his eyelids, leaving him trembling and weak. He takes a few shuddering gasps, sucking in air greedily, grits his teeth, and forces himself in the air again.
By the time he passes Vlad's ghost shield he's a shaking, sweating mess with two fingers probing inside, each slide slow and purposeful. He follows the beacon of Vlad's ectosignature, burning bright and resonating against his own core. The moment he phases through the living room’s wall Plasmius smacks him down like a fly, and Danny is unable to bring up the ectoshield with the way those fingers press hard on his prostate.
Plasmius wrestles him down, one large hand gripping his arms and the other his throat, manhandling him so he's pressed back to his chest. In this position, he has the prime view of Vlad sitting in a chair, his long fingers dipping in Danny's upturned ass, while his trembling thighs are held captive by another Plasmius crouched at his feet. Danny's leaking cock hangs heavy between his thighs, twitching when Vlad rubs him just right. The cut is covered by the hazmat, toxic green glowing from underneath.
The Plasmius at his back leans closer, until his breath ghosts over the damp skin of Danny's neck.
“You can tell me to stop, but it looks like the half I have is quite enjoying itself,” Plasmius whispers in his ear before kissing the spot right below it. Danny shivers in his arms, trying to claw at the arm holding him.
Vlad looks at him for the first time since he's gotten there, smoldering eyes holding his with intensity that freezes him in his tracks.
“Go on, Daniel,” he says, low and teasing, “tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this.”
Danny bristles, acutely aware of his blush burning deeper, brighter with the rush of blood to his face.
“I don’t-” the rest of the phrase is cut off by a long moan, rivaling those he's heard in porn, ripped out of him entirely against his will when Vlad adds a third finger, pressing all of them against that spot hard. Danny's pretty sure both of his halves would've fallen if he wasn't being held up against and by Plasmius.
“What was that?”
“Didn't quite hear you, Badger,” Plasmius whispers at his ear, fangs pressing into the skin of his neck in silent threat, not breaking skin but still very present. The arm that is not crushing him into Plasmius’s chest leaves his throat to pinch and squeeze his nipples through the hazmat, sending sparks of pleasure down his spine. Danny bares his fangs at Vlad, but doesn't speak again. His heated glare is ruined when Plasmius licks a long strip up his neck, making him gasp and break eye contact for a few long moments.
When he looks back at him, Vlad's face gets even more smug, which Danny didn't think was possible, and, still holding Danny's eyes, he leans in.
Danny can't stop a surprised squeak when he feels a hot, wet tongue against his ass, gliding across the taut skin stretched around his fingers and slipping in. Vlad goes at him like a man starved, broad licks mixed with deep laps, each one making him twitch and struggle in his grip. Danny manages to wrench one arm free, but instead of blasting either of them he slaps his hand over his mouth in a half ditch attempt at quieting the noises he can't stop making. Both of his halves are squirming, unable to stay still.
“Look at you, Badger,” Plasmius says, a hint of a growl in his voice making Danny shiver even harder.
"Stop putting on a show and just do it," Danny pants out, fighting back a moan trying to get out.
"Oh, this isn't a show. I've just wanted to do this for a long time and I intend to take my time with it," Plasmius whispers against his neck, lips so close they brush against his skin, and Danny does moan, thin and breathy. Then he howls when the second Plasmius leans forward as well and wraps his snake-like tongue around Danny's cock.
It takes them about a minute or two to wring a violent orgasm out of him, the kind that makes him twitch and shudder in Plasmiuses’ arms, deep moans pouring out uncontrolled. He can feel all three of them watching him intently, but the bliss is too strong to care. He's still gasping for air when he feels those fingers slip out, leaving him strangely empty and slick.
“You look so exquisite, Daniel,” Plasmius keeps talking over Danny’s labored breaths, and Danny has to make a conscious effort to register the words over the blood rushing in his ears. “Your poor hole looks so needy now that there’s nothing in it, but don’t worry.”
Vlad's hands leave Danny's hips, and then he hears a zipper going down.
“I’ll fill it up very soon.”
Danny finally gathers enough strength to lift his head off Plasmius's shoulder. Once his eyes focus, he's greeted by the sight of Vlad's cock, hard and glistening and angry red against the black of his suit.
“Uh,” he says, suddenly hyperaware of the way the skin at his entrance smarts after being stretched. “Vlad. That's not gonna fit.”
That earns him a stereo laugh, coming from three different points.
“Of course it will fit,” Vlad says as he raises off the chair and smacks his ass, immediately fitting his hand over his handprint on Danny's cheek, massaging the sting away. Danny jerks at the strike, making Plasmius run a hand down his side, soothing in a way Danny didn't expect to feel from him. The other Plasmius leans back on the floor, relaxed and eager for the show.
Vlad grips him by the hips and lifts him off the floor, like he's a goddamn fleshlight, until Danny's ass is pressed snugly against his hips. Plasmius carries him closer, until they stand right next to Vlad. Danny watches, enthralled by the sight and the way Vlad's cock contrasts against his tanned skin. It's beyond trippy to see this part of himself from that angle, and the fact he feels everything is only making it worse. Not that he's seen his ass that much at all; they don't have a full body mirror in the bathroom, and he can't exactly run around naked with people always present in the house. It's a good ass, tight and round. No wonder Vlad jumped it the moment it was left unguarded.
Vlad moves his hips away a bit, until the slick head of his cock presses against his puffy, gaping hole.
“Look at that," Plasmius tells him, watching over his shoulder. “Look how well you're taking me.”
Danny can indeed see that, as well as feel. He lets out a shuddering breath when Vlad's cock sinks in, slow and sure, fucking into him in measured, shallow thrusts, steadily sinking deeper with each one as he spreads the lube around. Even in his wildest fantasies, Danny never could've imagined he'd get to watch himself take a dick for the first time, the visual input clashing with what he feels. Vlad allows him to adjust a little, until he grips his hips harder and forces himself all the way in, hips colliding into his ass with a soft smack.
A garbled moan is torn out of Danny at the motion, and Vlad finally tears his eyes away from where he was watching his cock get swallowed by Danny's ass. Danny tries to turn his flushed face away from his burning eyes, only for Plasmius to grab his chin and force him to look at Vlad.
Vlad pulls out a little and snaps his hips back in harder, grinning at him when Danny squeezes his eyes shut to avoid looking at him. His eyes fly open when Vlad smacks his ass again, grinding harshly against his prostrate in the process.
“See? And you said it wouldn’t fit,” Vlad says in smug delight.
“You were made for this, dear boy,” Plasmius coos in his ear, one strong hand catching Danny's fingers, giving him something to hold onto. Danny grips him, hard, the needy sounds he's making growing louder when he feels a hand wrap around his aching cock. The other Plasmius, it seems, is getting bored with just waiting his turn.
“I'm surprised you can-” his voice breaks at a particularly sweet hit at his spot, “you can even wait this long, Plasmius.”
After all, he has a mouth, too. Seems like a missed opportunity right here, not that Danny's complaining or anything.
“I can be patient when I know it's worth it,” the duplicate says, adding a twist on an upstroke that almost has Danny coming right there and then.
Vlad's fucking him in earnest now, rough and fast, the wet smacks loud enough to overlap with Danny's frantic moaning. Plasmius brings a hand to his open mouth, two thick fingers brushing over his lips, and Danny lets them in, mindlessly gliding his tongue over the leather. It muffles him somewhat, but only barely.
“I'm glad you've joined us, Badger,” Plasmius tells him quietly, fingers sliding in and out of his mouth in a sinful way, slow and steady in stark contrast to the plowing his ass is receiving. Danny lets out a broken whine, feeling his spit dripping down his chin when his mouth is forced wider. “Your other half is reacting beautifully, but you being here to sing for me is simply marvelous.”
Plasmius slides his fingers out, making Danny whine again at the loss, then follows the drop of saliva making its way down Danny's neck and wraps his hand around his throat, gripping hard.
Danny’s yelp is cut short, his whole body contracting when his air supply is cut off. Vlad groans at the sudden pressure, hands yanking Danny's ass on himself a few times, fingers digging painfully into his hips. Plasmius releases his throat after a few long seconds, and Danny sags in his arms, shaking and gasping for air. He doesn't need to breathe in this form, but the reflexes are hard to ignore.
Vlad pulls out, taking a few seconds to admire the mess he's left behind. Danny watches too, panting; the sight of come slowly dribbling out his gaped hole is erotic in an almost unbearable way. He is right on the edge of coming again.
The other Plasmius floats off the floor as Vlad hands him his lower half; in a way Danny's almost grateful because he knows his legs won't hold their own weight. Vlad comes to stand in front of him, until Danny's pressed tight between them. Vlad grips his face and crashes his lips into Danny's, hungrily, like he's trying to devour him. Danny moans into his mouth, helpless, and releases his grip on Plasmius's hand in order to grab Vlad's shirt and pull him closer.
By the time Vlad is done with him, Danny's left breathless, panting when Vlad leans away. He can't see with the way Vlad is right in his face, but he feels the duplicate's hot cock pressing in. The deeper it goes, the more the shape changes, slowly widening and then tapering where it shouldn't be doing that. Vlad watches his face with rapt attention, manic grin on his face widening at Danny's look of alarm.
“What-”
“My ghost form is less human than yours,” Vlad says, clearly enjoying the sight. Danny's hand tries to leave its death grip on Vlad's shirt, only for Vlad to catch it and bring it up to his mouth, planting a kiss against his knuckles. “Nothing you can't handle now, Badger.”
Plasmius slams in, bigger and rougher than Vlad, making Danny squeal when one of the ridges hits his prostate spot on. Vlad and Plasmius chuckle above him, watching him moan and gasp as he's mercilessly fucked.
“Do you think he can handle a third cock?” Vlad asks, his other hand coming to tease his nipples through the hazmat. The other Plasmius slams into him again, the sound ringing wet and filthy through the living room. Danny yelps with the force of it, feeling the hot blush spreading down to his chest. He's spasming on that thick cock, as if he's about to come, but with no-one to touch him he can't quite reach it.
Plasmius’s voice rumbles against his back, heavy with condescension, “look at him, the poor boy needs a break after that one.”
The second orgasm builds rapidly, leaving him shuddering and breathless, tears gathering in his eyes. Vlad pinches both his nipples and Plasmius sinks his fangs into his shoulder and the other Plasmius yanks his ass hard enough Danny's dick slaps his stomach, and the brief touch finally sets him off. He comes again with a wail, barely able to stop before it turns ghostly, tears dripping down his cheeks when his head falls against Vlad's shoulder.
He's entirely boneless by the time Plasmius fills him up with an obscene amount of hot come, limp and pliant as the Plasmius holding him hands him into Vlad's waiting arms. Vlad settles down on the couch, cradling him to his chest. The other Plasmius drags his unresisting lower half to them, and with Vlad's help they align both of his halves and press him together like Lego blocks. To Danny's endless relief, his body instantly reconnects, and the vague feeling of wrongness that's plagued him the entire time he was separated finally quiets down. The suit repairs itself in a heartbeat, and he pats his waist to make sure everything is in place.
Vlad chuckles above him, dissipating the duplicates and lifting him a bit higher so Danny's head rests on his shoulder. Danny allows him, too fucked out to protest. He's still leaking.
“You know, Vlad says quietly, lips brushing against Danny's temple before pressing in for a brief kiss, arm wrapping around his shoulders. “I can teach you to do this on purpose. Imagine how much fun we can have.”
“Hm,” Danny says noncommittally as he snuggles closer, but he knows he's not fooling neither Vlad nor himself.