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It happened because of necessity. People were getting much too close to figuring out Danny’s hero identity. First there was the Dash-shrink ray incident. At the time, Danny had thought Dash was too stupid to put two-and-two together. But it turned out he was just slow. After stewing on it for two fucking years, he started eyeing Danny in a more and more suspicious way every time he had to duck into a closet or hide around a corner to transform.
Then there was this wildly observant school reporter named Wes, who continually kept publishing photos of Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton, insisting they looked the same (thankfully all his photos of Danny in phantom form were full of motion blur and from too far away for anyone to be sure).
And lastly were the tabloids, with headlines like “The Ghost Boy’s True Identity Revealed: He is merely a high school student!” and he knew they were getting their info from Vlad somehow, but couldn’t prove it.
All of this pressure culminated in one horrific moment when Lunch Lady decided to crash a school-wide assembly, shaking Mr. Lancer upside-down above the podium while she ranted about the renovations being done to the cafeteria. Everyone in the auditorium was screaming and running in a panic, and so Danny thought he was safe to duck down to the floor and then go invisible. Sam and Tucker provided him as much cover as they could, spreading out their coats to kinda hide him before he sank through the floor, but at the last second, Dash looked straight at him and literally saw.
He came out in the boiler room below the school, transformed, and didn’t have time to do anything about it because Lancer was literally in danger. So he fought, and won, and sucked Lunch Lady into the thermos to a hundred cheers, and it was all in all pretty good, until Dash jumped up onto the stage and grabbed the microphone.
“Stop cheering! He’s just a dork! I saw him transform- that’s not a ghost, that’s just Danny Fenturd!"
Some of the people in the crowd looked confused. Some looked at Dash with disgust. But some of them…looked like they believed him. After all, that’s what all the articles in both the tabloids and the school papers said. People started staring. Everyone looked uncomfortable. In a panic Danny flew up into the ceiling and went invisible, floating between the rigging above the stage.
Shit shit shit shit what do I do what do I do?
If only he could somehow prove he wasn’t Danny Phantom.
Like people seeing Danny Fenton and Phantom in the same room at the same time.
Wait.
He could do that.
“Where is he?”
“Where did he go?”
“Did you see that?” Dash yelled into the microphone. “He just flew off like a coward! Because I’m right!”
Fuck you, Dash.
Danny closed his eyes and split into a multiple. Then he hovered down and landed on the catwalk above the stage lights, and went human. He guided the multiple, still in ghost form, to pick him up and carry him down towards the stage.
“Look! Up there! It’s Danny Phantom!”
“And he’s got some coward in his arms!”
Thank God Sam and Tucker were with the program. They ran up onto the stage and put on an act.
“Danny, oh my God!” Sam said.
“Are you okay, bro?” Tucker shouted. “Did the ghost throw you up there?”
“I…I uh. Was… was hiding,” Danny said, as his multiple gently set him down.
“Haha, guess I was wrong!” Dash said with derision. “Fenton’s just more of a coward than even I thought! Hiding above the stage!”
“Oh, and the ghost boy rescued him, what a hero!” Paulina cried, running up to the multiple. Before Danny could direct it to move, she leapt up and kissed it on the lips.
Danny felt a wave of shock in his core. It was so powerful it knocked him back. Tucker caught him, helping him stay on his feet.
“Danny? Are you okay?”
“Just…just get me somewhere safe. I need…I need to re-merge.”
“Sure thing,” Tucker said. “Um…where? We’ve got to get you somewhere that nobody can see you, but it can’t be your house, your parents have had the anti-ghost alarms on high alert all week…”
“We can go to my house,” Sam said. “Can you direct the multiple from that far away?”
“I…I’ll try. It might. Take a lot out of me.”
Danny glanced back at the multiple and watched it trying to pull away from Paulina, which was weird. Hadn’t he been trying to kiss her for like, all of his teenage life? Granted, he hated how she fawned over him only in his ghost form, so he supposed she sorta disgusted him now, but…
“Danny come on,” Tucker said, grabbing him.
When they got outside, Danny directed the multiple to go invisible and fly above them. Even though he was nowhere near the auditorium now, he could still hear the disappointed groans of the crowd as ‘Danny Phantom’ left, which made sense, because his multiple’s ears were still in the auditorium. During the walk towards Sam’s house, he felt exactly what he’d expected to feel- the chill in the air for him, the human, and the wind rushing past his ears as he flew invisibly fifty feet up in the sky.
When they got back to Sam’s room, he collapsed onto the floor.
“Danny?” Sam asked, worried.
“Just. Tired. Multiple for too long, too far away, I… I gotta work on this more.”
“Okay, okay, just call it back.” Sam said.
And he did.
And it resisted him.
He could feel it now, not wanting to. It was terrifying. His eyes grew wide and he called it back with more force. It flew in through the wall and re-materialized, standing in front of him, staring at him with the same wide-eyed expression he had on himself.
“Come here,” he demanded, and then it obeyed.
It sucked back into his body and then they were one. He collapsed to the floor and lay there, his head swimming. His mind had over an hour of experiences to re-integrate, more than twice as long as he’d ever had multiples out before, and the number of memories was overwhelming. He shut his eyes, not responding to either of his friends. The memories re-played in his head from both perspectives; the splitting above the rafters, the carrying his human half down to cheers, Dash announcing to everyone that Danny was a coward (which was good, that meant now no one would question if they were the same person), putting the human half down, turning, and being kissed by Paulina.
And feeling revolted. The reaction was violent, shocking through his core with a vehement rejection that kicked off his possessive ghost nature. It was obsessive. It was animalistic.
Not because it was Paulina.
Because it wasn’t Danny.
The multiple that was in phantom form snapped its eyes to stare at Danny from across the stage and he felt a longing.
The revelation shocked Danny awake and he sat up with a jolt.
“Danny?” Sam asked. Tucker was nowhere to be found.
“What time is it?”
“Three in the morning.”
“Shit, I have to get home.”
“Danny are you okay?” Sam asked, but he couldn’t answer her, because he didn’t know. He transformed and flew through the wall, racing home, his mind spinning, his heart confused, his core wild.
When he flew through the wall of his own bedroom he crashed into his bed and went human, his heart racing as fast as it ever had. His mind was whirling. He felt dizzy. He had no idea what was happening, and no one he could ask.
You can ask me
“What the fuck?” he said out loud, his chest heaving as he panted in his bed. He stared up at the ceiling, where he’d stuck glow-in-the-dark stickers in the exact shape of the constellations, and let his eyes trace along the shape of Draco, winding its way around the North Star.
Good idea, that always comforts us
What? No, me, it comforts me. There is only one of me, I am one singular person, always have been…
Are you?
“Stop it!” he cried, sitting up and clutching his head with both hands. “Shut up!”
Fear and confusion clawed at him, creeping its way from his heart, through his body, to his core.
Our core
“No, my core!” Danny cried. “I’m one person. You are just a multiple! A tool. A ghostly trick! I create things like you all the time, and then re-absorb them and then they are gone! “
If I’m gone, then why are you arguing with me?
“Grrraaaaah!” Danny cried, throwing his pillow across the room in a rage.
It turned out that shouting was a bad mistake. He heard footsteps hurrying outside his door. On instinct alone, he went intangible and invisible and sank through the mattress to hide under the bed.
“Danny?” he heard Jazz’s voice, and sighed with relief that it was only her, and not his parents. He went to crawl out from under the bed when he heard his voice answer from above him.
“Yeah?”
His blood turned cold. He looked down at his hands in disbelief, as if they could provide him with answers. He saw nothing at all, because he was invisible.
“I heard you shouting. You okay?”
“I just had a nightmare. Dad tried to invent a new kind of barbeque sauce. It became haunted and ended up mind-controlling the entire town.”
Jazz burst out laughing. Didn’t she realize that wasn’t him?
Wait. Was him, was him! If he’d left a multiple up there then it was him and he was just talking to his sister himself, and, and…
So why couldn’t he hear it’s thoughts?
Why couldn’t he see through it’s eyes?
“God, that’s hilarious. I mean, I’m sorry, in the moment that must have been traumatic,” Jazz said. “That was some scream you let out. It must have really terrified you if it made you go ghost.”
The multiple gave a shy giggle.
“Yeah, it was pretty scary. Seems stupid now that I’m awake.”
“Yeah, nightmares are like that,” she said. “Try to get some sleep, little brother.”
“Will do, big sis.”
Danny waited until he heard Jazz’s bedroom door close and scrambled out from under the bed. He stood up and came face-to-face with the spitting image of himself, in ghost form. He startled for just a second, and then regained his composure.
“My sister. Not yours! Mine!” he whisper-yelled.
“Guess that means I exist, then,” the multiple said.
“What? No! I mean yes, but only as a multiple of me. You are me!”
“If I’m you, then why make the distinction that Jazz is your sister, hm? If I’m you, then she’s my sister too, right?”
Danny’s mouth flopped open and closed several times and he had no idea how to answer that. He clutched at his head again. The voice inside of it was gone. So he must have put the voice into it’s own multiple. Great, he was going nuts.
“I don’t get it. Vlad does this all the time!”
“Ah yes, and he’s the perfect picture of mental health and stability.”
Danny grit his teeth and wagged his finger at… him, only to find he was still invisible. He went visible and stared at his hand.
“I still have all my powers?”
“Why are you asking me what kind of powers you have?”
Danny snarled and reached out his hand, grabbing the other… him, yanking him close.
“Because you know. You somehow know what’s going on while I don’t.”
“I really only know as much as your mind has told me,” he said. “Until this afternoon, we were the same person.”
“And now what are we?”
“Not.”
Danny stared into those bright green eyes- his eyes- and the anger started to fade. As it dissipated, it revealed the real emotion he was having beneath it. Fear. He let go of the black lycra jumpsuit in his fist, and stared at his own hands again.
“What did I do?” he asked. “What’s happening to me…us?”
“As far as I can tell, you gave your ghost form and your human form their own manifestations,” he said. “We have our own minds. Our own bodies. But we still share the same core.”
Danny looked down at his chest and sighed with relief. He could still feel his core in there, right where it belonged. He was still a ghost, he’d just proven that by turning invisible and intangible like it was second nature. He closed his eyes and then attempted to go ghost.
Nothing happened.
He opened his eyes in terror and looked at his own glowing green irises.
“I can’t. Go ghost.”
“That’s because you already are,” he said. “Because I already am.”
“What the fuck does that mean?!”
“Again, different minds, different bodies, same core,” he said, getting annoyed. Danny wasn’t known for being a patient person. “Come on, you know how we work. You can’t go ghost if you’re already in ghost form.”
Danny’s eyes snapped up to meet searing green.
“Get back inside me.”
“No.”
Danny grit his teeth.
“Why. Not.”
He felt a thunderous shift in his core, like an earthquake cleaving a continent. It was powerful. It made him fall to his hands and knees with a gasp.
The ghost him got up from the bed and stood in front of him. He put his white-gloved palm under Danny’s chin and lifted it to make him look up at him.
This time, when their eyes met, Danny knew he was doomed.
“Because I’m in love with you,” he said. “And I can’t have you if I am you.”
Danny felt the word have reverberate through his core like a supernova. He knew how powerful a ghost’s possessiveness could get. Emotions so strong they spat in the face of death and continued to exist out of pure spite.
Danny looked up into those green eyes and saw that they were not his own, anymore. Even if they were shaped exactly like his.
The other…being still held his hand under Danny’s chin, and Danny realized he could have stood at any time. And he wasn’t.
He didn’t want to.
His heart raced faster as his mind tried to catch up.
He licked his lips to try to speak.
“What…what emotion created you?” Danny whispered. “What’s your obsession?”
Danny Phantom, for lack of something better to call him, bent his knees until he was eye level with Danny, still keeping his hand under his chin, and Danny… didn’t want it to leave. He felt like it was all that was holding him up from falling over the precipice of oblivion.
“Come on Danny, think. Think back to the moment you created me. What were you feeling? What were you feeling so strongly that you ejected enough ectoplasm to create a multiple and then gave it life?”
Danny shut his eyes and did exactly that, thinking back to that moment, hiding up in the rigging above the stage, desperately wishing for safety. For protection.
“But our core already has a protection obsession. That’s not different…”
“Our original core, which we still have by the way, does have a protection obsession,” he said, his voice dropping low, his fingers slipping across Danny’s cheek to stroke it. “But when you created me, you were afraid for your safety. What you created in that moment was a being to protect you,” he said, cupping Danny’s cheek in his gloved palm, and Danny was tilting his face to lean into it. He closed his eyes and sighed into the touch, his heart hammering wildly as his core gave a soft, soothing purr.
“My obsession,” he heard the ghost whisper, his face now barely inches away, “is you. To protect you, Danny Fenton.”
Danny didn’t dare open his eyes. He could feel the ghost’s face so close to his own now, and through their core he knew how badly he wanted to kiss him. Danny’s heart throbbed wildly, shaking with uncertainty and desire and hope.
“Did I create you to be in love with me?” he asked, terrified of the answer.
“No,” the ghost said, and Danny finally opened his eyes, to find glowing green staring back at him from inches away. “You created me only to protect you, my progenitor. I fell in love with you when Paulina kissed me. My entire existence- all forty-three seconds of it until that point- had always been to protect you. Nothing more. But when she kissed me I felt your revulsion of her, and then we locked eyes, and I felt your desire for me.”
“No, that was your desire for me,” Danny whispered.
“Splitting hairs,” the ghost replied. “The point is, we want this.”
When the ghost leaned forward to press their lips together, Danny felt himself move closer in response like a magnetic pull. An electric spark flew down his spine and out into all his nerves, making his entire body tingle. He groaned into it, the glove on his cheek sliding to the back of his head, pulling him closer, trapping him there. His heart raced with wild throbs, and all the fear he’d been feeling melted away. He could trust this being, more than he could trust anyone else in all the universe- as much as he could trust himself.
The ghost pulled back from the kiss and Danny slowly opened his dazed eyes.
“What’s your name?” he whispered.
The ghost snorted.
“Danny Phantom, of course.”
Danny rolled his eyes.
“That’s my name. You can’t have that. That’s for when we’re joined, and we go ghost.”
Danny had no way of explaining how he knew they would re-join, or that when they did they would still remain two separate individuals, working together within the same body. He also had no way of explaining how he knew they would also separate again, changing forms as they needed, two becoming one and one becoming two as easily as he breathed. But he knew it; the second he stopped demanding answers and just listened to their core, he found all the answers were there.
“You’re only half of us,” Danny said, his eyes still half-lidded from the pleasure of the fingers raking through his hair. “So you only get half of our name, Phantom.”
The fingers in his hair tightened roughly, and he felt the resounding yes echo through their core like rings on the surface of a pond. His head was yanked back until his throat was exposed, and then he felt ghost fangs scraping gently across it, making his pulse throb.
“Then you can have the other half, Danny,” he growled, clamping his lips tight over the vein in Danny’s neck and sucking, hard.
Oh, please bite me, please, please…
He had no idea why he wanted that but he needed it, oh how he needed it, and then Phantom’s fangs were sinking into his flesh and he was melting under him.
“Ohhhhhh…” Danny said, losing the strength in all his limbs as he melted into the floor, Phantom’s arms the only thing keeping him up.
Phantom pulled his fangs back and licked at the wound he’d made, lapping up the rivulets of blood as he gave long, soft purrs. He tipped Danny’s body back until he was face-up and then floated them both up, placing Danny on his back on their bed.
Phantom floated on top of him and then let his weight return, crushing Danny to the bed beneath him, and all he could do was lay there and feel incredible. His heart was throbbing as hard as it could, his pulse so loud in his ears he could hear his blood rushing past them.
Phantom’s lips came back to suck on the bite again, and a rush of heat spread through Danny’s veins all the way down between his legs.
“Mmmmmm,” Phantom said, and Danny felt his own erection starting to grow. He ground down against Danny’s hips and Danny moaned.
His head was swimming, but he still had so many questions…
“Wh….why,” he said, moaning as Phantom began to suck on other parts of his neck, leaving the bite to the air. “Why did I want that?”
“Ghost instinct,” Phantom said simply. He dragged his fangs up Danny’s neck and to his ear, where he licked at the shell, making him shudder. “We bite our mates.”
Danny’s whole body shuddered with pleasure and he arched his hips up, moaning again as Phantom answered him by pressing down. Danny’s cheeks were flushed beet-red now, heat pulsing in his cheeks and down across his whole body.
“Am I… still a ghost?” Danny managed, though he was finding it harder and harder to form words as Phantom’s lips and tongue and teeth all showered their attentions on his neck.
“You still have a core, so, yes.”
“Explains why I could still go invisible…”
“I’d imagine you can still use the powers you’ve always had in human form,” Phantom said. “And we will experiment. Later.”
Danny felt his shirt go intangible, and then his chest was naked. Phantom dragged his tongue down to lick across his clavicle, his gloved hands caressing down the sides of Danny’s torso, making him tickle. He suddenly hated those gloves and wanted them gone yesterday. With amazement, he watched Phantom reach up and pull them off, just at Danny’s thought of wanting that.
His fingers were back, cool to the touch and buzzing slightly. Danny’s breath hitched as he tickled them down his sides, and then he gasped as Phantom’s tongue made its way to his nipple. Danny yelped as he licked over it, both of them growing into hard nubs as his dick grew between his legs. Then Phantom left to lick the other one, leaving the first one cold and glistening from his saliva. Danny yelped again, and he felt a hand clasp over his mouth.
“Shhhh,” Phantom said, and then he pricked it with a fang.
“Mmmmmph!” Danny cried, arching his back as blood raced between his legs, his erection straining against his pants as Phantom ground his own down against it. Phantom slipped his free hand under Danny’s arched back and stroked his fingers down his spine, and through their core Danny felt an unmistakable wave of satisfaction.
Enjoying yourself? he thought, because his mouth was still clamped under Phantom’s palm.
Immensely
Oh.
Oh
Phantom’s hand released his mouth as his entire body slid down. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of Danny’s jeans and mouthed at his bulge, pressing his tongue hard against it, being a tease. Danny waited for him to turn them intangible but he wasn’t, instead he just continued to tease, his legs contentedly melding into a tail as the bottom half of him hovered off the bottom edge of the bed.
“Come on,” Danny cried, and he saw Phantom smirk against the denim, and a wave of playfulness rush through their core.
“Impatient, aren’t we?”
“You started this!”
“And I’m going to finish it.”
He made his tongue intangible and licked a stripe up Danny’s shaft through his clothes, making Danny toss his head back and throw his arm over his own mouth to keep quiet.
“Oh, one day how I’m going to make you scream,” Phantom promised, and he felt immediately how much Danny wanted that by the way his dick throbbed under his tongue.
And then he pulled Danny’s pants away, slipping them through his body, through the bed, until they landed somewhere under it with a thump. His mouth was suddenly warm as his breath washed over Danny’s swollen cock, his tongue teasing its way up his shaft, and Danny learned that he could control his body temperature then- which meant Danny could have done that, all this time, and next time he was in ghost form he would have to try…
Phantom sucked his cock into his mouth and he forgot how to breathe. His bare hands slide up his thighs, bright green lines of sparks flying across his skin as he touched him, making Danny twitch. His fingers flew to clasp in Phantom’s white hair, and then he sent the sparks again, making the hairs on Danny’s arms and legs stand up. His mouth sucked his cock down deeper, his tongue pressing hard against the underside as he rubbed Danny’s tip against the top of his mouth.
He pulled up with a pop, snapped his eyes up to Danny, and Danny felt a wave of mischievousness through their core as his only warning. Phantom wrapped his hand around his shaft and sent the sparks again.
“Holy fuck!” Danny cried, which got him another hand clamped over his mouth as electric stings snapped across his dick, making it twitch.
“Want some more?”
Danny didn’t even have to answer. He couldn’t answer any other way. His plead screamed across their core with an unmistakable yes.
Phantom did it again, tiny zaps of green electricity leaving his fingertips to race across Danny’s skin, making his dick tingle and throb. Precum started to leak from his tip and Phantom swiped it up with his tongue, making Danny writhe as he held him down on the bed with just his hand over his mouth. He was strong, all their superhuman strength now being used not to fight enemies but to bring them pleasure, and Danny craved him to use it.
Please he cried, and though he knew Phantom heard him, he didn’t respond. Instead, he dragged his lips back up to the tip of Danny’s cock and slid the tip into his mouth, dragging his tongue across the sensitive head. He sucked on it, gently, teasing, not going deeper, not going harder, making Danny feel just enough to stay hard and throbbing, but nothing more.
Please, he tried again, and Phantom rubbed his thigh with his free hand, keeping the other one firmly clamped over his mouth. Danny felt his drool dripping down his shaft in rivers, the cool liquid pooling on top of his balls and then spilling over to run down between his legs. Danny’s breaths were coming harder and deeper, and as the lust took him over further, he forgot to have any shame. He spread his legs wider, feeling the drool slip down between his ass cheeks as he did so, and pleaded with his core.
Phantom lifted his mouth off his cock, and removed his hand from his lips. He raised his head to gaze down at Danny with searing green eyes, and licked his lips.
“What are you so desperate for?” he taunted, rubbing his palms up and down the outside of Danny’s naked thighs.
“You already know,” Danny breathed. “You feel everything I feel, in our core.”
Phantom gave him a smirk, and licked his lips.
“I do.”
“Then please,” Danny said softly.
“No, I’m gonna make you ask for it.”
Danny’s head fell back to the pillow in exasperation. His face bloomed beet-red and his ears burned with embarrassment.
“That’s so unfair,” Danny said.
“You want to say it,” Phantom retorted, continuing to stroke his palms up and down Danny’s thighs, moving them slowly closer to the inside, then away again, teasing in a way that was driving Danny mad.
“You want to say it, and I’m going to make you,” Phantom said.
Danny shuddered with want and his cock throbbed with desire.
“See? You like that. You like me forcing you to say it.”
Danny grunted.
“Say it, or you don’t get it.”
Danny’s cheeks bloomed hot again. He’d never…never….said this to anyone in his life. He’d barely even dared to dream about such a thing before, and now he was on the precipice of it actually happening.
He kept his face turned to the side and stared at nothing as he steeled himself and said the words.
“Please fuck me,” he whispered.
“That was a good first try,” Phantom said. Danny’s eyes snapped to his in anger.
“What first try what?” he spat. “You’re going to make me say it again?”
“Yes,” Phantom said, his eyelids lowering half way, and Danny could feel his gleeful playfulness in his core. “Say it looking into my eyes. Say my name. Say what you want,” Phantom said, crawling up Danny’s body, his black jumpsuit brushing across Danny’s bare skin, making his skin shudder. He stopped when they were face-to-face. He reached down with his hands and grabbed Danny’s wrists. He lifted them and pinned them over his head. Danny felt a hot rush of blood race between his legs, and make his cock grow. Phantom let him know he felt it by grinding his own erection down on top of it.
“Does this help?” he teased, crushing Danny’s wrists above his head. Danny closed his eyes as he suddenly felt…safe. Crushed to the bed by the one person in the entire universe that he knew he could trust.
“Yes,” he whispered.
“So desperate to feel safe,” Phantom said softly, lowering his lips to Danny’s ear, licking it with his tongue. “I promise you are always safe with me,” he said. Danny’s heart was pounding now, deep, thick throbs as he melted under Phantom. Oh, how he wanted him to have him, to take him.
Danny moved his eyes to look into brilliant green, and now it was the easiest thing in the world to ask for.
“Take me,” he whispered. “Have me. Own me, Phantom.”
He felt the possessive instinct within Phantom growl and sink its claws deep into their core. Danny’s eyes fluttered closed as he felt his wrists pinned to the bed even harder, and a snarl as Phantom nipped at his ear.
“Say it,” he whispered again. “Say you want me to fuck you.”
“Phantom, please, please fuck me,” Danny said, the heat in his cheeks spreading down through his whole body now, making every inch of him burn with need. He felt that need reflect across their core, and then Phantom’s bulge swelled as it pressed against his through the lycra. With a growl, Phantom’s jumpsuit was gone, and then his throbbing cock was right there, rubbing hot and leaking against Danny’s shaft. Phantom slipped both of Danny’s wrists under the same hand, which did not weaken his grip at all, and then slid his other one down to take both their dicks in his hand together. Danny gasped, and arched his back, heat pulsing up his shaft as Phantom started to thrust, using Danny’s dick as the friction he needed to bring himself pleasure. Before Danny knew it he was moaning with his eyes closed. He squirmed under Phantom’s grasp, his grip on his wrists tight, and Danny wanted nothing more in the world than to surrender to him.
“Wow, you really want me to take over,” Phantom whispered, his voice thick with lust as he frotted his erection against Danny’s. “Your core is desperate to let go.”
Yes, his core cried. But his mind got in the way.
“What do you mean my core?” Danny managed, even as he spread his legs wider and rocked his hips up into Phantom’s grasp, his body pleading for more. “I thought…we had the same….”
“I suppose that was a misnomer. More…your feelings within our core. We’re becoming more distinct. I guess we’re still separating,” Phantom said. “It’s very clear now. What I feel is different from what you feel. What I want is different from what you want…”
Danny didn’t need to ask what that difference was. He felt a wave of possessiveness from Phantom and he immediately submitted to it, eager, desperate, as Phantom had said, to surrender. And he knew exactly why. Two years of being everyone’s protector, two years of fighting for everyone else, of putting himself in the path of danger, of taking the brunt of attacks, of fighting back with all he had. If he were to create a being to be his perfect match, it would be someone who could protect him. Someone strong. Someone viciously possessive of him.
“See?” Phantom said, dragging his lips across Danny’s throat, making him shudder.
Danny felt wetness gliding between them now. He glanced down to see gobs of glowing green precum leaking from Phantom’s dick, mixing with his own. He groaned with annoyance- he knew what a mess ghost cum made- and then felt a nip to his neck.
“Oh, it’s going to get so much worse,” Phantom growled. He stopped thrusting and slid his fingers up his shaft, coating them in so much dripping pre Danny had to raise an eyebrow.
“I can make as much as I want,” Phantom said.
“I never did that…”
“You didn’t need to before. And now we do.”
Danny’s face flushed hot.
“Spread your legs.”
“They’re already…”
“Wider, Danny. Like you want it.”
Oh God, how he wanted it.
Danny wanted to cover his eyes with his arm, too, but he couldn’t. He tugged at his wrists under Phantom’s grasp and groaned, melting with both embarrassment and want at the same time.
“No reason to feel shy,” Phantom taunted. “This morning, this was my ass, too.”
“But I’ve never seen it! Not like this!” Danny protested, and Phantom gave a teasing chuckle.
“You want me to see too, then.”
Danny’s blush grew so deep it felt like his ears were on fire. Phantom let go of his wrists in order to slide down to look, but Danny kept his wrist above his head, missing being pinned under them already. When Phantom had slid down enough to sit between his knees, Danny did exactly as he was told. He spread his legs wider, making Phantom hum as he looked down to stare at Danny’s asshole as he revealed it to him.
“Gorgeous,” he said, using his dry hand to push Danny’s cheeks even further apart, and then Danny felt cool wetness press against his hole. He jumped.
“Shhhhh,” Phantom said, and Danny felt a wave of soothing comfort rush through their core. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“I know that I was just…just….uh, unf, mmmm, ah,” Danny tried to speak, but the strokes over his rim felt weird and strange. It was so sensitive, more so than he expected it would be, and the coolness of the ghost cum felt almost good against his hot skin.
Then it started to warm up, as Phantom stroked his fingers repeatedly over his hole. Danny’s legs kept drifting closed and he kept gently pushing them back open, using both his body and his free hand. Danny felt the cum on his hole start to dry, and then Phantom reached down to his own dick, slicked them until they were dripping, and came back.
Danny hissed from the coldness, but he knew it would warm up this time, and so he waited. Phantom was patient, stroking gentle circles over his sphincter, his eyes fixed on Danny’s face. Danny still kept his arms above his head, as if Phantom was there, pinning him down, and he knew Phantom was waiting, though he didn’t understand why.
“For you to relax,” he said.
“That is impossible, I just created a boyfriend out of myself by mistake and now he’s trying to tease my rim open how in hell can I relax?”
“You know you need to. I only know what you know. Or were three hours of watching gay porn last week not enough education?”
“Fuck you.”
“Actually, I am trying to fuck you.”
Danny groaned, and this time he failed to keep his wrists where Phantom had put them. He covered his eyes with his arm, and that actually seemed to help. His face was flushed hot, so hot his arm could feel it, but when he did that, he was able to really, really feel what Phantom was doing to him.
And it felt good.
Really really good.
He wanted more. Oh, he wanted more, and he wanted it so much it overrode his shyness. He let his legs fall open, as wide as they would go, and he felt through their core-bond how pleased it made Phantom.
“That’s what I’m waiting for,” Phantom said, pressing a kiss to Danny’s thigh. His fingers left Danny again for just a second as he slicked himself up with more of his own cum, and then they were back, and he was pushing in.
“Holy shit,” Danny whispered, his arm still thrown over his own eyes as he felt Phantom’s finger sliding into his ass. Heat rushed through his whole body as he thought about what they were doing.
“Mmmm, yeah, you want this,” Phantom said, his voice thick with breath as he felt Danny’s arousal throb through their core. The heat in Danny’s body only grew as he pushed his finger in further, deeper, slowly, too slowly, deep so deep. Danny jumped as he felt Phantom’s knuckles press against the skin of his ass, and he realized he was all the way in.
Then torturously slowly, he started to pull it back out, and Danny grit his teeth.
“Go. Faster.”
“Thank God you didn’t give me your impatience,” Phantom said, and Danny groaned as he slowly, too slowly, pulled his finger almost all the way out before starting to push it back in again.
“You only know what I know, right? So you don’t know,” Danny said. “You don’t know what you’re making me feel right now. You’ve never had fingers in your asshole either.”
Phantom chuckled, and Danny could feel his mirth through their joined cores.
“Now you’re getting it.”
Joined cores. That’s what it felt like now. Not the same core; not a single core with two entities inside, but two cores, joined together by an impossibly strong bond. Phantom had been right- they were still separating.
The thought suddenly made Danny feel cold.
“Don’t leave me.”
He felt Phantom’s surprise, followed by a deep, violent possessiveness that wracked through both of their cores.
“I would never,” he growled, his eyes flashing bright green as he bared his fangs. Danny shuddered as he was reminded that Phantom was all ghost. “You are mine.”
Danny’s core practically cooed at the declaration. He welcomed Phantom into his body then; he ached for him, and his every muscle relaxed as he practically begged for him to be nearer. Phantom’s core purred in response, and he pushed a second finger up into Danny much faster than the first.
“Mmmph!” Danny cried, heat rushing through him as he wanted, he wanted Phantom close, he wanted him in him, part of him, part of him but separate, still his own self, still…still…
He thrust his two fingers in hard, and Danny keened. It felt so good, that must have been his prostate, that must have been.
Phantom thrust again. Danny’s eyes flew wide open and he tossed his head back.
“Yes!” he cried.
“Shhhh, you want to get interrupted?” Phantom teased, and Danny could only whimper.
“More please do it more please do that more!” Danny whisper-begged, and Phantom’s core purred with ‘yes’. He thrust his two fingers in hard and fast then, and Danny could do nothing but lay there and feel pleasure rush up his ass with every pound. His entire body was jelly; his muscles had no memory of how they were supposed to work, his bones turned to liquid under Phantom’s thrusts. Even as he was drowning in lust Danny still begged, his core pleading for more of Phantom, it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t enough because only Danny was feeling it. Phantom was certainly enjoying making Danny fall apart under him, but his own body was woefully neglected and Danny couldn’t stand it. He reached up his hand to wrap it around Phantom’s neck and pulled his face down into a rough and desperate kiss.
“Fuck me, fuck me now,” Danny growled into his teeth, and he felt Phantom’s core flood with want.
He shifted his body so his cock was right by Danny’s hole and slipped his fingers out. He was already as hard as Danny was, probably from the pleasure radiating through their core, but it was still impossible to wait the few seconds it took for him to make more cum pour out of it. He spread it down his shaft with his hand until he was as slick as he could make himself, and even through his desperate lust, Danny felt his love.
I could never hurt you
I know
Phantom pushed his cockhead against Danny’s hole and then started to ease himself in with his fingers. Danny’s heart was pounding hard with excitement and apprehension, and Phantom’s feelings were no better. When Danny felt himself breached, a wave of euphoria washed over him that didn’t match the physical sensation. Phantom was with him again. Phantom was in him again.
“Oh fuck,” Phantom said, unintentionally pushing himself all the way in in a single slide. Danny’s body hurt from the stretch but his core sang, the part of their core that was his was clawing at Phantom’s to come closer, nearer. Phantom fell forward onto his hands and knees, his elbows shaking as his arms caged Danny on either side. His head dropped, his white hair falling down to tickle Danny’s stomach as he closed his eyes.
Their overwhelm drowned them both, and Danny forgot how to speak entirely. His breaths came hard and fast, his chest rising and falling just below Phantom’s face. He managed to lower his head enough to rest it on Danny’s skin. When they touched, electric green sparks flew between them, snapping across them both, and they groaned together.
“Move inside me, please, please, let me feel you please,” Danny pleaded, but all he felt from Phantom’s core was too much and drowning.
“Hey, hey, we’re okay,” Danny said, and for the first time, lifted his hands to caress Phantom’s skin. Electric sparks flew from his fingers and cracked across his body, arcing as they went. Phantom inhaled sharply, and then leaned his face into Danny’s touch.
“I didn’t know… I didn’t expect this,” he managed, his cheeks flushed bright green, as he turned his lips to press them to Danny’s fingers. “I just…need…a minute…”
Danny agreed completely. The feelings pulsing through both of them were intense, both physical and through their cores. It was like their cores couldn’t decide whether they wanted to be apart or together- because they couldn’t decide that, either. Only a few hours ago, Phantom had declared his independence by refusing to re-meld with Danny, and now his cock was buried inside him, trying his damndest to be as near to him as possible.
“No, not to be a part of you again,” Phantom said, lifting his head with searing green eyes, baring his fangs. Danny felt a wave of possessiveness rush through Phantom. “To have you. To own you. And in order to have you, I cannot be you. You aren’t me, you are mine.”
His kiss was fierce and full of fangs. Danny melted, his whole body surrendering to Phantom’s touch as he felt what he so desperately needed- to be taken.
Phantom rose up onto his knees, pulled back, and thrust. Green, electric pleasure snapped through Danny’s body up along his spine and into his brain. He cried out in ecstasy, and his core begged for more.
“Yes,” Phantom said, wrapping his hands around Danny’s bent thighs and slamming into him. Danny opened his mouth to scream and felt Phantom’s palm clamp down hard over his mouth, suppressing it down to a muffled whimper. Danny groaned as Phantom pounded into him, his cock spreading his ass open more with each thrust, slicking him with even more precum as he went. Now he was sliding in and out with ease, pushing in hard and fast, making Danny’s body sing.
“Fuck Danny, you feel so good,” he whispered, still helplessly affected, dragging his hand away from Danny’s mouth to wrap his palms around his waist to fuck him harder. Danny was beyond speaking, his mouth hanging slightly open as a bead of drool slid out of the corner and he didn’t care. He was lost in a fog of lust and want, every single cell of his body ringing in harmony and screaming for more. His core was even worse, pleading with Phantom through their link, doing nothing but encouraging him for more, more, more.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Phantom said, and Danny completely agreed, though he’d forgotten how to speak. Phantom’s claws came out with a growl, and Danny’s core screamed yes. He was gentle, Danny trusted him, but he scraped them down Danny’s chest, leaving bright red lines across his skin. Danny arched his back even as Phantom crushed his ass to the bed, impaling it with his cock over and over. Phantom dragged his hands over the red lines, making them sting, and Danny moaned.
His core delighted in the feeling. Still a ghost, he reminded himself. Still a halfa. He had no idea what that meant for his powers now, for his life now, but in the moment that didn’t matter. What mattered were their cores, and even as Phantom drove their bodies closer together, their cores were still separating. He felt them drifting apart, still one but barely, and any second, they would split, and become two completely separate, individual people.
Don’t leave me
Never
When it happened, Phantom screamed. He tilted his head back and let out a sound that only ghosts could hear, that shook the air and vibrated through the fabric of the ambient ectoplasm around them. For Danny it was more like a loss, and he let out a low, deep sob, but having Phantom with him, in him made it bearable. He reached out his hands and clutched at Phantom’s body, bringing him near, pressing his sobbing face into his chest. Though the whole ordeal he still felt physical pleasure, his brain struggling to make sense of any of it, and then he felt Phantom’s arms tight around his back, crushing them together.
“I’m here,” he said, his thrusts slower now, gentler, as they both were left reeling by what they’d just survived. Danny felt a wave of affection and love pour into his core. He sobbed.
“I can still feel you, oh God, I can still feel you,” he said, with desperate relief. “I was so scared, I was so worried…”
Phantom crushed their lips together, and gently pressed Danny back into the bed, covering him with his whole body. Danny wrapped his arms tight around his back and held him as close as he could. Phantom’s tongue dove deep into his mouth as his cock plowed hard into his ass, and Danny groaned, the pleasure from his body overtaking the wild aftershocks in his core. Phantom sat up and cupped Danny’s face in his hands.
“I love you so much,” he said, his searing green eyes piercing into Danny’s soul.
“I know. I feel it,” Danny said. “I don’t know how, when we just met…”
“I’ve known you for sixteen years, you idiot,” Phantom said, his core full of affection. “And I’ve loved you for all of them.”
Danny’s brain couldn’t make sense of it, and he stopped trying. Instead he let himself surrender to Phantom, as he’d always wanted to do, letting his body melt into the bed beneath him and feel the pleasure of being taken. He pressed his face into Phantom’s neck, and felt a wave of need from his ghost lover.
Danny already knew what he wanted. He opened his mouth and licked over his skin, feeling Phantom tense with anticipation above him. Danny really, really liked feeling that, and so he licked him some more, scraping his teeth over his skin, teasing him, dragging it out. He could feel Phantom’s want, throbbing thicker and harder, which he expressed by slamming his cock harder up into Danny’s ass. Danny let the anticipation build, until it was so hot and thick his own dick was throbbing, dripping precum down onto his stomach in a nonstop river. His entire body felt like it was glowing, and he blinked his eyes open to see that Phantom’s actually was, a soft, green light emanating from every inch of his skin as Danny teased him with the promise of a bite.
He waited until they could barely stand it anymore, and then pressed his teeth to Phantom’s skin. His breath hitched, his green blush so hot his ears were brightly glowing. Remembering how good it had felt to happen to him, Danny closed his jaw and bit.
Phantom screamed again, that ghostly sound that no humans could hear, but Danny could. He felt it through his skin, he felt it in his bones. He felt ectoplasm flowing into his mouth, and then he felt it flowing into his ass as Phantom pounded his release into him, pleasure spiking across their core, driving Danny over the edge.
His own orgasm was more human, his cock throbbing as it released his cum onto his stomach in white streaks. He convulsed, his stomach curling as much as it could with Phantom on top of him, pulsing with heat and desire. Every wave of euphoria drowned him further, his fingers clutching at Phantom’s back as his teeth clamped down on his neck with desperate need to be close.
They collapsed together, wet cum dripping down out of Danny’s ass as Phantom slowly slid out of him. He yelped when he left him, and the separation hurt more in his core than it did in his body. Phantom lifted his head and stroked his fingers through Danny’s hair, pressing kisses to his cheeks, his nose, his lips, his chin. He ran his tongue across the side of his face, licking up the glowing ectoplasm and then shoving it back into Danny’s mouth, which he eagerly swallowed.
Phantom pulled back, gazing into Danny’s face with his beautiful green eyes, looking more like irises now that he’d come down some.
There was no need for any words. They both felt everything the other did, and there were no words that could name what they had. No term like ‘lovers’ or ‘boyfriends’ or ‘family’ were even remotely correct; they all fell flat. Even ghost terms that meant things like ‘core-mate’ didn’t quite apply, and didn’t cover it besides. But they knew. They knew what they were to each other.
“You’re with me for good?” Danny still asked, the absolute terror of the idea of losing Phantom so strong he still needed reassurance.
“Until you die, and then forever after that.”
Danny sighed into his arms, and with that reassurance, allowed himself to close his eyes. Phantom remained there, hovering over him like a cool blanket, his guardian in the night, there to protect him while he slept. For the first time since he’d gotten his powers, Danny closed both eyes in absolute peace, knowing he was safe, knowing he had someone he trusted who would never, ever leave him.