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Stress Relief	By : PariahLight Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 7265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Sorry for such a long delay between chapters. I’ve been sick, and have not been in a porn-y mood. ;_; However! This fic bears porn! Also, PLOT! ... Well, what passes for plot? XD I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Anal, toys, plot

Vlad had carefully chosen to save this, a very deliberate choice. Oh, there were other things perhaps a bit further over the top while waiting, but each visit and each new ‘experiment’ made it harder for Vlad to resist, and that was exactly why he resisted. So that this step would be more delicious when reached.
And thus far, it was more than delicious. It was perfect. He’d had to put together something new just to hold Daniel in the right position for this, but that had been no major effort, and completely worth it. So he could watch Daniel’s expression while each bead was eased into the half-ghost, slowly starting to open an entrance that, so far as Vlad knew (and he was fairly sure he knew more about Daniel’s body than Daniel himself at this point) was still unexplored. The bench couldn’t be terribly comfortable, with Daniel bent over it at his waist, arms and legs bound apart spread-eagle, but Vlad was sure that even if Daniel wasn’t enjoying that discomfort he was enjoying the attention. Another, slightly larger slick bead was pressed slowly into Daniel’s entrance, inducing a faint groan.
All for Daniel’s own good, of course. Vlad didn’t want to harm the younger man, or at least not harm him accidentally. After all, if things went well, he looked forward to doing this many other times, needing less preparation with each try. Then again, building up to it was so enjoyable, he might draw it out even after Daniel’s muscles had been trained to accept this sort of invasion.
Daniel was panting a little as a finger helped ease the bead the rest of the way in, until his own body finished the job for Vlad by closing behind the lubricated sphere, around the string that held the beads together. Vlad slid his finger loose, eyeing the wet digit. Even after the enemas he’d given Daniel earlier, he was still glad he was wearing gloves. How odd, to find placing his finger in such an entrance distasteful when he planned on putting something far more personal there later. Shrugging off the mystery, he returned to work, pushing the next, progressively larger bead forward.
“How long… is this gonna go on?!” Daniel finally voiced frustration, in a tone tight with what could be anger or simply impatience. Vlad clucked his tongue, and pushed a little harder, enjoying the gasp Daniel gave in response as the bead buried itself in him.
“Oh, not much longer, I’m sure. We mustn’t be careless!” Vlad answered cheerily. “I don’t believe you’ve tried this before, but trust me, it isn’t something to be rushed into.”
“What are you planning on doing to me?” Daniel tilted his head around, and the expression on his face was, in Vlad’s opinion, delightful. A mixture of anticipation, fear, perhaps hope…
“Really, after all we’ve done together? Hardly a thing.” The beads weren’t all inside, but Vlad decided that was a good start, and began to tug the loop at the end of the string. “You may want to bear down, or this could hurt, even if I am being quite careful.”
“Oh, god!” Daniel’s head went slack as his body reacted to the beads’ slow exit, Vlad appreciating the view of Daniel’s face again. From his vantage point, he could see Daniel quite clearly, but Daniel’s view was upside down and, if he relaxed, gave him the choice of staring at the floor or at his own erection. Which was looking very impressive indeed, and Vlad reminded himself not to let Daniel get too excited in these early stages. He wanted to do this without drugs, and if Daniel spent too soon it would take serious time and effort to return his subject to this stage of excitement.
“Now, now. I said relax.” Vlad petted Daniel’s exposed back, appreciative of how the muscles seemed to jump in reaction to his touch, nearly as good as the little jerking movements the beads inspired.
“Go… to hell!” Daniel’s teeth-gritted response was weakened by his somewhat milder follow-up statement, “This is so embarrassing.”
“No need to be embarrassed! It’s just us here, after all. And believe me—the view is wonderful.” The red tint that crossed Daniel’s face at that comment was just another reason Vlad was grateful he’d taken the time to put together this device. He was fairly sure such things were available for general purchase by the public, in all honesty, but those would not come with the sort of restraints that Vlad needed: designed to hold Daniel still without truly holding him down. They weren’t even being tested at the moment, aside from Daniel’s occasional jerks and squirms. “It’s hard to believe you don’t work out, my boy. You’ve really built up a very nice physique. Perhaps ghost fighting should be considered as an alternative exercise, hmm? I’m sure it’s more entertaining than yoga or Tai Chi, and you do meet the most interesting people in this line of work, don’t you, Daniel?”
“You are absolutely crazy!” Ah, there was the fire in Daniel’s voice again, much better. “And don’t you have anything better to do with your time?!”
“Not especially, no. Nothing comes immediately to mind.” Vlad patted Daniel’s ass lightly as he considered the question, letting the other half-ghost relax (and cool down) a bit. He had power, certainly, and money still if he wanted it; the spreading knowledge of ghosts had yet to cause banks to start erecting ghost shields on the off-chance of spectral robbery, and he could spend the money under any number of pseudonyms and fake identities he’d created here and there for convenience. The world and Maddie were both out of his grasp, so he’d turned to his childhood love of science, specifically the study of half-ghost hybrids, a field limited by the scant members of the species. Of course, he wasn’t going to perform invasive, painful and possibly humiliating experiments on himself, and that was where Daniel had come in. Wonderfully so. As much as could be said for science as a hobby, hedonism definitely had its own fine points as a lifestyle.
“All the blood is rushing to my head,” Daniel announced abruptly, and Vlad found he had to laugh at that.
“Terribly sorry, my dear boy, but I’m sure that all your blood isn’t rushing there…” He brushed a hand along Daniel’s cock, watching Daniel close his eyes in response. Even if he took Daniel without warning and without asking each time, and even if Daniel protested, those protests were getting weaker, the guise of a lack of consent nearly fading away altogether. Why, Daniel had even dutifully used the antiseptic Vlad had left beside his body after piercing his nipples and kept the two bars in place rather than letting the holes heal shut. At this rate, they ran the risk of things becoming so consensual that perhaps poor Daniel wouldn’t enjoy it so much anymore…
But that was a worry for another day. It was Vlad’s job to ensure that didn’t happen. One lubricated, gloved finger entered Daniel, and upon finding significantly weakened opposition, he tried to ease a second one in to follow the first.
Daniel was obviously not up to clever lines or protests at the moment, only gasping and making odd but rather cute noises as he clearly tried not to squirm against Vlad’s hands. Finally satisfied that all was ready, Vlad withdrew his fingers, and began to loosen his pants. Daniel’s eyes opened, and he stared for a moment at Vlad freeing a rather unusually blue erection, but his limbs were limp. As Daniel’s eyes closed, he seemed to Vlad to be the perfect image of waiting. Waiting for him. Vlad added a little extra lubricant, just in case, before spreading Daniel’s butt cheeks and advancing to finally claim his prize in this game.
He knew from blood tests that protection wasn’t necessary, but Daniel didn’t know that, and Vlad found himself hoping that Daniel was thinking of that as Vlad used him bareback. Daniel cried out loud at the start of Vlad’s entrance, as the head forced its way through the tested and pre-stretched hole, but Vlad took his time despite his eagerness to proceed. Daniel felt wonderful around him, perfect, as though he’d been built just to suit him. Of course, in fairness, the back of Vlad’s mind reminded him, he also hadn’t actually fucked anything other than his own hand in years even with Daniel as a captive.
His mouth is next, Vlad resolved, not bothering to wonder how he’d manage it. He was too consumed with the feeling of Daniel, hot and warm and pulsing around him. He’d gone in far enough for Daniel to start groaning at a new feeling, internal pleasure centers being triggered. It took all Vlad’s self-restraint not to throw caution to the wind and slam himself into Daniel’s body until he was completely satisfied. But no, that would not do, a bit of self-torture inflicted as he slowly buried himself to the hilt.
“Oh, god. Please.” Daniel was muttering and the tone in his voice wasn’t helping Vlad’s self-restraint a bit. “Please. Vla… Vlad…”
“DANNY!” The room burst into a flare of green as the ghost portal activated, a ship bursting through without so much as an ‘if you please.’ There was a moment of comical pause as Vlad stared up in open-mouthed shock at the familiar sidekicks steering the vehicle, and Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley stared back in what could not be mistaken as anything but unadulterated horror.
“You.” The woman in black was the first to find her voice, snarling enough hatred through the ship’s speakers to even make Vlad step back. He’d withdrawn with a little more speed than he’d originally intended, much to his dismay, his limp cock now slightly streaked with blood…
Though it was fortunate he’d backed up, as Danny burst free of his bonds, taking flight and then staring at his freed hands and ghostly tail in confusion as palpable as the goth’s hatred. “Wait a minute, what—“
“You are going to die for this! I knew we should have gotten rid of you years ago!” Still in rage that Vlad had to admit was perfectly reasonable given the circumstances, Samantha was shouting threats still. “You bastard! How dare you, Plasmius, even you..?!”
“All the weapons are charged.” Tucker Foley’s voice, not shouted through the intercom, still perfectly audible and with a much quieter burn that made even the self-proclaimed techno-geek sound almost intimidating.
Well, he’d escaped that ridiculous ship of Jack Fenton’s design before and he could now, although he’d never done it with his pants around his ankles…
“Stop! Wait!”
And then he apparently didn’t have to, as Daniel threw himself between the ship and Vlad, as much to Vlad’s confusion as it was doubtlessly to Danny’s friends.
“You guys don’t understand! This isn’t… I’m not… it’s not what it looks like!” Daniel turned to look at Vlad with an expression that Vlad could not read at all, before he turned back to the ship. A few rings of light and Danny Phantom’s costume was properly in order again, not even a sign of damage. “This is… we need to talk.”
Manson and Foley were both looking out the windows of the Specter Speeder with suspicion, but it was Vlad who found himself voicing what he was sure the three of them all felt.
“Must we?”

Yes, Vladdie, you must!
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. <3 I’ve been very happy to get so many nice comments on this story, and even though I kind of cut the fun short in this one (mwa ha ha) I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Reviews are always loved!
--‘Pariah Light’
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