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Depths	By : Chickzilla18 Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Mortality
- 2-Fishing
- 3-Feed
- 4-Tough Love
- 5-Depths
- 6-Desperation
- 7-Deep Trouble
- 8-Virtually Proven
- 9-Troubled Intentions
- 10-Paradise Lost
- 11-Place in Hell
- 12-Stronger
- 13-Sacrafice
- 14-Face
- 15-Void
- 16-New
- 17-Student
- 18-Heat
- 19-Firework
- 20-Christmas
- 21-Ugly
- 22-Hysterics
- 23-Record
- 24-Visitor
- 25-Beat
- 26-Rights
- 27-Feel It
- 28-Hurt
- 29-Red Hands
- 30-Tempt
- 31-Poison
- 32-Law
- 33-Splash
- 34-Wet
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Phantom leaned against the desk and crossed his arms and ankles and watched with fascination and disgust as blood oozed and dribbled out of Ember's wound with a nasty squelching sound. He wondered what she planned to do with that on such an injured leg. That would take at least a good few minutes to heal completely.
He smirked and started lowering the temperature in the bedroom, staring at the girl in satisfaction when the heat from her breath became visible and a deep shiver racked her form.
She stood up, and her stability in the current bellow freezing environment was impressive. She was stronger than he gave her credit for.
Good for her.
...
A few days ago~
...
Dunald Dunck stared down at the playing footage, curses and foul words running through his head. Vlad Masters was definitely not a saint, and 90% of the general population would probably say that he deserved to die, or at the very least spend most of his life in prison.
Dunck wasn't sure if this was a murder, but he couldn't imagine what Mr. Masters's body was doing hours away from town in a swamp full of crocodiles and snakes. It had already been forensically proven that Vlad was killed by some kind of unknown species of animal, but Dunck wasn't sure if that answered the mystery of what exactly happened to the millionaire.
Every single organism in that swamp had been identified, and though some of the bite marks on the body matched the teeth on the crocodiles, the actual animal that killed him was not found.
A forensic scientist walked up to him, shocking him out of his deep concentration from the footage. He took his thumb away from his lip and regarded the woman with an expression that screamed, "what the hell do you want."
"Sir, we found something really strange, if you will fallow me to the remains." The woman's lab coat was covered in brownish stains, and immediately the investigator knew that it was blood from the remains. He grimaced in disgust but followed her anyway.
She led him to the remains, explaining as they went, "Okay, so Cam found in the remaining tissue around the genitalia that there were traces of elevated sex hormones, indicating that the victim was sexually aroused seconds before death. The problem though is I found in the remaining bone fragments that whatever animal killed him, kill him hours before the crocodiles got to him."
"okay," Dunck said, "What exactly are you telling me?"
"Well, sir, our team did a sweep of every inch of that swamp. There was no evidence of the unidentified species anywhere to be found."
"Are you telling me that after the unknown animal killed him, someone took the body and moved it to the swamp?" He had suspected it, but the confirmation made this a whole new story. How did his body end up where it was?
"That's what the evidence indicates, but we could not find any evidence of foul play. This doesn't exactly make the case a murder one, in fact, we have reason to believe that a trash man may have accidentally transferred the remains to the dump less than half a mile to the swamp."
The doctor was obviously reaching for an explanation instead of acknowledging the mystery. Though Dunck didn't think the possible explanation was impossible, it was the closest thing to an explanation that the evidence would offer. Why was he aroused though? He supposed Mr. Masters could have been masturbating in a dumpster... but somehow that seemed unlikely.
Dunck rubbed the base of his chin, leaving the doctor to stare at him awkwardly in the silence that followed. Then an idea came, "If you feel unsatisfied that this wasn't a murder, then Vlad was visiting friends in Amity Park with his girlfriend. Perhaps they might know something about what Mr. Masters was doing that night."
Dunald nodded and pulled out his cellphone, immediately speed dialing the department of security. "Alberto Finestine, I need you to get me all of Vlad Masters's contacts. I want to know who he was visiting in Amity park the day he disappeared."
...
A knock on the front door disrupted the peaceful loneliness that Jack Fenton had found himself in as he watched Bates Motel and ate ice cream, and he looked up at the door at the sound. He contemplated for a brief moment if he should ignore it, not feeling much for company at the moment.
Who would be visiting him anyway? He had no friends.
He decided he would get up and answer it anyway. Thinking maybe Danny or Dan forgot their key again, but it wasn't either of the two teens.
Two men somewhere in their thirties stood in the door frame outside, wearing classy black and blue suits that, a few months ago, Jack probably would never have been able to afford until recently.
He assumed they were with the board of music, "Sorry guys, my son isn't here, and neither is Dan." he dismissed and was about to offer an appointment for a better time when he was stopped.
"Actually, Mr. Fenton, we are with the FBI. I am Agent Dunald Dunck and this is my partner agent Light Imagay," the older looking man said as he pulled out his badge, "and we came by to ask you a few questions. Do you mind if we come in?"
"The FBI?" Jack supposed it made sense that people would come to question him about Vlad, but on such short notice? "How come I wasn't contacted prior to this? Isn't it common courtesy to call before knocking on someone's door?" He may have just been being a pain, but Bates Motel has been interrupted and the ice cream is now melting, this was no time for sweet talk.
"We apologize," Agent Dunck said, appearing to be uncaring even as he spoke, "We did call you yesterday a couple of time, nobody answered though."
Jack hummed, he must have been in court, that Baxter family was affecting more than just his boy's life apparently. "Yes, well, why don't you come in," He said as he stepped aside to allow the men inside, "Would you two like some water or a coke?"
The two men politely declined as they stepped in, "No thank you, Mr. Fenton, we probably won't be here long. Do you mind if we take a seat on the couch?"
"Sure, go ahead, let's make this quick." The divorced father sat down across from the agents that joined him in his living room. "What did you want to ask?"
"Well, first we would like to tell you about something very disturbing that we found in Mr. Masters's mansion," Dunck said as he nodded to Imagay to pull out the small laptop that they brought. The younger agent set it on the coffee table and hit a few buttons before turning it around to face the homeowner. "This is one of the pieces of footage that was cataloged in Mr. Masters's private study. We recovered 30 other tapes just like this one between your ex-wife and your son."
Jack's slightly irritated but still aloof and bored expression melted into shock and horror as the footage played out on the computer in front of him. His son, his pride and joy, his proudest accomplishment, was the subject of the horrifying footage in front of him. Danny was walking out of his bathroom, and this had to be a few years ago because the teen appeared to be much younger in the video, and he was in a towel preparing to get dressed.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Hadn't his wife been enough? How could his ex-best friend, Danny's godfather, be doing this all that time? How long did this go on anyway? Was Vlad just using him and Maddie to get closer to Danny all that time? Was that his plan the whole time? To steal Maddie on the idea that she would fight for custody and take Danny to go and live with him? Jack didn't want to think about what he would do if he ever saw Vlad's face again. He had been able to control his betrayed feelings and anger for the good of the children, but he didn't think he would be so tame next time.
"I understand this must be a shock to you, however under the code of law, once we solve Mr. Masters's case, we are required to give you all the footage."
Jack felt like he would faint from the rage that invaded him harder than a terrorist attack, "You mean there is more of this?" He was almost positive that the agent had already told him just how much footage there was, but he was too swept in mind-blowing anger to comprehend much of anything other than Vlad's disgusting true nature.
"Yes sir, and each one is full of your son and your ex-wife. Private things too, like footage of them in the shower, sleeping in their beds, hanging out with their friends, doing homework, etc." Dunald seemed to be unemotional, bluntly telling a father about how his missing ex-friend not only stole his wife but also had a pedophilic attraction to his son.
"There wasn't anything on my daughter?" He asked, they hadn't mentioned her, but he hoped that she was not involved in this.
"No sir, there was nothing on your daughter, but we were wondering when the last time you saw Mr. Masters was?" The agent clicked a button on a small remote, and Jack realized they were now recording the conversation. Agent Imagay turned off the computer and put it away.
Jack sighed, "The last I saw him was the morning that my ex-wife took him and my son to school together the morning after Christmas. He was supposed to be a substitute that day, but Maddie called me later in the evening saying that he never went back to their hotel that night."
Suddenly the front door opened, and Danny and his friend Dan walked in. It appeared they were home from the dealership. They had been working to get Dan a car, and that was just fine by him, as long as he had a license. Jack knew that when the agents turned around they were making recognitions between the footage and the boy walking through the door.
The teen's happy faces fell when they walked through the door and saw what was going on. Dan's sharp eyes looked between Jack and the two other men in the house, regarding them with a strange expression of familiarity that had Jack's head tilting to the side in confusion.
"Dad?" Danny asked with worry painting his face, "Everything okay?"
Jack gave his son what was probably the fakest smile he had ever forced onto his face, "Of course, Danny-boy, why don't you go upstairs and finish your homework while I talk to the nice men."
Danny looked like he was about to argue, until Dan put a hand on his shoulder, "Come on Danny, I need help with calculus." Jack knew Dan had a 102 Calculus.
Slowly and uncertainly, but surely, Danny and Dan made their way upstairs, leaving Jack and the two agents alone again.
"Well Mr. Fenton, we doubt that this is a murder case, but we have not ruled the possibility out completely," Dunck said when the kids were out of the room. "Mr. Masters's body was recovered in a swamp a few hours outside of town, but only in parts."
Jack's eyes widened. So Vlad was dead? He was almost disappointed in himself for being happy.
Good fucking riddance.
"It appears that he was killed by some kind of animal, but we were forced to speculate when it came to how his body got there in the first place. If it wasn't for the fact that there was no evidence of foul play, this would be murder."
"Animal?" Jack asked curiously, "You think an animal killed him? What kind of animal?"
"Well," The agent looked slightly embarrassed to say this, "We have not identified the animal, we believe that it is a new species. We are currently still searching for the animal, however, considering there haven't been any other bodies turning up, whatever did this to Vlad may have been traveling."
It made no sense. Their theory made absolutely zero sense. And It baffled Jack how quickly his perception of Vlad's disappearance changed. First, he had almost felt bad for Vlad and his ex-wife, now he was hoping that the man had died a very slow and painful death.
Jack's jaw clenched, "If that is all you came here to tell or ask me, then I need to ask you men to leave. I have two teenagers that need to be fed." he lied, he was just really tired and was in desperate need of some fudge. He might even take some of Danny's lavender tea.
Dunck looked like he was unsatisfied with how things turned out, but he nodded slowly anyway, "Very well. We will take our leave then."
"Nobody else is going to see that footage right?" Jack asked as the men got up and went to the door. "I'd rather not let any more perverts lay their eyes on my son."
Dunck tips his hat, "I assure you nobody else will ever see the footage. It will be held in evidence and the next hands they will be in will be yours to do with what you will."
Jack nodded and a moment later he was locking the front door.
He sighed and rubbed at his face, the pressure from his fingers relieving the stress around his eyes. So much had happened in such a little time. He had thought that Vlad loved Danny, in the kind of way that he would do anything to take care of the boy. Apparently, though, the love that Vlad had was tainted with lust, and everything he had done for his son was just to get closer so he could relieve whatever carnal needs he felt he had.
Jack thought about all the times he had left Danny alone with Vlad... and then realized that it wasn't often. In fact, Jack couldn't recall the last time that Vlad and Danny actually hung out one on one. Was that because of Danny? Had he seen this coming? Jack hoped that, whatever the reason for the two's inconspicuous distance, it was because Danny was smart and aware enough to sense a certain inappropriate air from Vlad.
A thought suddenly occurred to him. A scary one.
What if Danny hadn't been aware at all? What if Vlad did something? What if Danny was hiding it from him?
The image of Vlad forcing himself on his son in some way had his eyes clenching and his head flailing around to try and get the mental picture out of his head. It was too awful to think about, but the possibility was too close for comfort. He had to talk to his son about this.
Jack thought about all the times Danny paled when he realized Vlad would be spending the night, and damn near hit himself for ignoring the warning signs. All those times Danny cringed at Vlad's touch or recoiled when they got too close. All those dirty looks Sam and Tucker threw at the older man as Danny attempted to disappear behind them...
He couldn't believe he had not seen it.
Jack was Danny's father, he was supposed to protect him from things like this, and like many other times about a lot of other things, he failed.
Jack put his head between his hands and gripped at his hair. The implications that came with the new information and Vlad's sudden disappearance burning through his skull.
What if Danny had something to do with his godfather's death?
It was a horrifying thought that he forced away from the front of his head. Danny couldn't have. His son was a kind and gentle person. Danny was not capable of committing something as serious as murder. No way. Not his boy.
Jack sighed, there was no way he would be getting any peace in the immediate future. But he decided he would make the attempt anyway by going into the kitchen to sit and listen to music.
He couldn't even think about watching Bates Motel at this point.
...
"Sir?" Agent Imagay asked as they made their way to the car, "should I follow up on that substitute teacher lead?"
"Yes," Dunck said as he unlocked the car and got in, his partner following in the passenger seat, "I wanna know when he clocked in and out, and I wanna see all the security footage from that day. We will go from there."
Imagay nodded but he wouldn't be able to recover the information until they made it back to the station.
They drove off, determined to find out what happened to Mr. Masters, but even more determined to make it to Starbucks before they closed.
...
Danny was straddling him as he brushed his thumb under Phantom's eye, "Don't you ever leave me, Phantom." The boy said insistently as if the very idea of Phantom leaving tore him apart.
Phantom smirked and wrapped an arm around the human, pulling his body closer, "I've got nowhere to go, dumbass."
The 17-year-old chuckled in a small laugh before straightening himself a bit to take off his shirt.
Phantom started trailing small kisses on the newly exposed flesh.
"Eat," Danny said with his hands in Phantom's hair, "you haven't fed in almost two months, I know you're hungry." Phantom sucked at an old scar that a previous feeding left, the small spot pink and healed over as best as his venom would help.
Phantom's eyes flashed red in temptation, but the soft skin under his lips kept him from biting down immediately. It was a shame to damage such nice skin. All the scars from before were small and pink. Phantom was always careful and hated to make a mess out his meal, which helped to keep all the old bites from becoming ugly dunes left behind from the missing flesh. His venom helped to repair and replaced the damaged cells too, but sooner or later, there won't be much perfectly untouched skin if he kept feeding off Danny the way he was.
"I can wait," he finally said.
"Bullshit, Phantom," his tone made him sound a lot less angry than his words implied, but Phantom could smell that the raven was a little frustrated. "Why are you holding back? I signed up for this when I let you stay. I'm not going to let you starve. You know I can take it, now stop hurting yourself."
Phantom's stomach did a flip, he was very hungry, and Danny smelt like his own personal perception of heaven. But he refrained, he still had another 8 or 9 months before his hunger became dangerous.
He poked his tongue out to lick at the scar, wishing it would disappear.
Danny noticed it immediately, "are you worried about me scarring? They aren't that bad, I can get a cream that will help them disappear if you want."
The offer made the merman feel a little better.
Danny sighed and hugged around Phantom's shoulders, "come on babe, go ahead," he scratched lightly on the back of his neck, his fingertips playing with the snow white hair peeking out from slightly tanned skin.
The merman breathed in Danny's scent before finally allowing himself to bite into the skin in his face.
The first drop of blood that hit Phantom's mouth had the merman growling in ravenous hunger, but he was sure to make certain his venom made the pain Danny would feel less intense. The hiss that left the raven's mouth, however, had Phantom taking the human down and pressing his back into the bed beneath him, now holding the boy down as he hovered above him.
Danny continued to pet at white hair to distract himself with how soft it was as Phantom took bite after bite. His white teeth clenched when the merman ripped away the final bite and soothed the wound with his tongue. The venom that ran through his blood made his body feel light, tingly, and numb, like a less intense form of laughing gas.
Phantom licked away at the remaining blood on his lips as his eyes turned back to the deep green that was quickly becoming Danny's favorite color, and they stared at each other for a moment. Danny did not complain about the pain once, and Phantom was more than grateful.
Danny smiled and lifted himself up. "Come on, you know the drill."
Phantom nodded as he too got up to go to the bathroom, they had established an agreement long ago that whenever Phantom fed, he would also take care of the wounds. Aftercare was important, and a necessary part of the merman's routine feedings. Without it Danny might get a bad infection and... well... they wouldn't be able to take him to the doctor without people asking questions. They would have to always do this themselves and hope for the best.
It was working for them so far.
Phantom patched Danny up, cleaning the bites with peroxide-Danny taking care of the water part of the routine- before covering the wounds in gauze and wrapping them in bandages.
Phantom leaned over and kissed Danny's forehead when he was done, and the raven leaned into the gentle affection silently.
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