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In the Enemy's Fortress	By : Spamilla Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In the Enemy's Fortress

Chapter Four: A Sort of Compromise

..Yeah, sorry for the gay chapter name. Not much else came to mind.. But are chapter names really important? Just a few words to give you a quick look into what you are reading... I don't find them particularly necessary, but I add them nonetheless.
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It was day sixteen of Daniel's confinement.

He had had the boy for over two weeks, and things were beginning to cool around Amity Park. Danny was still on everyone's mind, but now they had to deal with Jack and Maddie's strict new code to deal with ghosts.

They're campaign worked very well. They would threaten them off-handedly by telling the rebellious person that Danny had been like that as well and to look at what had happened to him.

To say the least the small jibes worked very well on the people in the town.

Excellent, unbeknownst to Jack and Maddie, they were making his take over easier and easier. Once the townspeople were afraid enough of the ghosts, once they had a powerful grip on the town, they were less likely to disobey him.

Amity Park maybe only a small beginning, but at least he was getting somewhere.

He did run into a few problems, mainly dealing with Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley. Despite the fact that the demolished building had been burned thoroughly before the fire department could put out the blaze, they didn't want to take that into consideration. They were convinced he had something to do with Danny's "death". Which they were correct, but who was going to believe them? All it appeared to be were the rantings of two upset teenagers dealing with a friend's death.

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Danny cried out as he awoke from a light sleep he had not realized he had fallen into. He shook his head and sat up on the bed. He raised a hand up to his forehead and wiped away the cold sweat from his brow.

Nightmares had plagued his sleep for the last several nights. In his dreams, he relived the nightmare of Vlad forcing himself upon Danny. The young halfa felt the man touch him, hurting him, making him beg for more.

Danny didn't understand the man's methods. Why did he want him to enjoy the situation? Was the method to force him into submission? Did he want Danny to enjoy the pain? Why?

Danny shook his head and wiped a stray tear from the top of his cheek. He looked over to the nightstand at the small, wind-up clock to his side. The clock read two thirty in the morning. He sighed loudly and laid back down against the pillow.

Over the last ten days, Danny had begun to lose hope that he would ever leave the room. He had tried to think of a way to get past Vlad. He knew he couldn't reason with the man and began to think of ways to try to hurt him, which were just as unlikely.

He had frantically searched the room for anything to debilitate the older man. He had a few options, but all were unlikely. More or less his options were to break a leg off of a chair or to shatter the mirror and hope a shard large enough survived.

But if neither of those things worked, Vlad would certainly reprimand him and make his chance of escape even more unlikely. He had to try to think of a better plan to get out of the room.

The young man had also stopped testing the barrier after he regained consciousness one afternoon, two days ago, in Vlad's arms.

Danny tried not to think about what had happened next, but the thoughts forced their way in. He remembered Vlad slapping him across his face as he was coming too. He remembered how Vlad had pinned him down forced himself onto the boy. He remembered being stripped of his clothing and raped. He remembered being forced to like it again. He remembered how this time he begged for more without being asked to.

Another thing that was on the boy's mind was whether or not the last few times had been rape. He remembered telling the man to get off of him and to leave him alone. However, once everything got going he couldn't help but like how the man made him feel. He couldn't help but moan and ask for more. Was it still rape?

He always felt dirty afterwards. The young boy would always sit in the shower for long periods of time after the man would leave. He would stay under the hot water and try not to cry, try to block the events from his mind and convince himself that he did not actually like what would happen.

When he would feel the dirtiest was when he began to sob. His emotions would always get the better of him, and when they did, he would scrub at his skin, trying to get the dirt he felt off of him. It wouldn't leave though. He would continue to feel dirty. He couldn't feel clean. Every time Vlad touched him he felt less and less pure.

He had convinced himself that it was still rape. Even though he had liked it in the end, he had still said 'no' when Vlad began. It was the only thing that really sustained him after every attack.

The young boy was still terribly confused by his sexuality. As long as he could remember, Paulina, Sam, and even Valerie held places in his heart. They were the girls that he fantasized about the most. He had had several wet dreams about all three of them. He had never been turned on by a man before.

Qwan, Dash, Tucker...none of the guys in school were attractive to Danny. He never though anything more about them then just guys.

However, whatever Vlad did, it certainly worked. He could make Danny moan in pleasure. He could hurt him so badly that it felt wonderful. He knew just want to make Danny beg for more.

Danny shook his head and looked at the clock once more, it was now after three. He shuddered slightly, not wanting anymore of the thoughts to plague him as he lay down and fell into sleep once more.

Danny jumped and awoke quickly from his un-restful sleep when he heard the man knock. He heard the rustle of keys and the lock release. He clenched his fists when the man walked into the room.

Vlad sat the tray on the desk and walked over to the boy. He sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs, "Good morning Daniel. Did I wake you? How are you today?"

Danny didn't answer. Vlad knew he was in pain. The older man had beaten him the day before yesterday for his little rebellious act of testing the barrier.

"Answer me, Daniel," the voice said calmly.

Danny again didn't answer. He sighed loudly and turned to face the man on his opposite side, a grunt escaping from his lips as he did.

"Does it look like I'm feeling peachy? You beat and raped me the other day, if you can recall."

"Ah, but Daniel…don't you remember? You were begging for more just as I began. I must be getting better for you. It must not hurt anymore if you're screaming out my name."

Danny looked down at the bed as he began to blush. Although it did hurt at first, Vlad had found a spot on his neck that turned him into putty when the man placed his lips on it. It had felt wonderful.

"Now, stop with all this 'rape' nonsense. If you enjoy it, it can't be rape…can it? You wanted me," Vlad said as he attempted to pin the boy between his arms.

Danny cried out and rolled off the bed away from the man. His ribs screamed in pain from this action, but at least he was out of reach for the moment.

"Come on, Daniel. I tell you what…if you give me oral, I won't touch you tonight."

Danny stared at the man from the opposite side of the bed, "what?"

"You heard me. Make me cum and I won't try anything tonight."

Danny was quiet as he considered this. He didn't like the idea of putting the man's erection into his mouth, but he liked the idea of the man assaulting him even less.

"Tonight and tomorrow," Danny said softly.

Vlad smiled and chuckled, "You've got a deal."

Danny crawled around the side of the bed to see that Vlad had adjusted himself to where he was sitting on the edge. Danny pawed his way over to the man.

"Go ahead," Vlad said looking at the boy who was adjusting himself between the man legs. "Don't try biting this time either. You won't like the outcome of that."

Danny said nothing. He inhaled deeply and raised his hands up to unfasten the man's pants. He took a shaky breathe as he unbuttoned them, revealing the gray pair of boxers the man had on. Vlad moved slightly so Danny could get the pants down to his ankles.

The boy's hands shook slightly as he placed his fingers between the elastic band and the man's skin. He took a moment to calm himself before he began pulling them, revealing Vlad's already hard member.

Danny didn't move. He just stared at the man's erection. He didn't want to suck the man off. He didn't want to man to receive any kind of pleasure. He didn't deserve it. He deserved to have his dick ripped off, bronzed, and handed back to him.

"Come on, Daniel. We don't have all day."

Danny gulped audibly. "I…I can't do it," he said finally.

Vlad's gaze narrowed at the boy. "Fine. I guess I'll have to take things into my own hands, won't I?"

Before Danny could protest, he felt Vlad force his manhood into his mouth.

When Vlad finished with him Danny gagged for a few minutes. The whole incident had made it hard for the boy to breath and he choked on the man's distasteful semen.

Danny watched Vlad stand and adjust his clothing. "I will keep my side of the deal; you have nothing to worry about. Now, eat your breakfast."

The black-haired boy continued to sputter as the man left, locking him in the room. He immediately felt as if he were going to be sick.

Danny gritted his teeth and ran to the bathroom, leaning over the porcelain bowl, vomiting loudly into it. He leaned his arms on the seat and placed his head on top of them, crying loudly. He throat hurt through his muffled screams he had made as Vlad assaulted the back of his throat.

Fortunately, Vlad was kind enough to leave him a toothbrush, which he used to scrub at his teeth until his gums bled. Even though it hurt, tasting blood was better than tasting the man.

Danny placed the bright blue tooth brush next to the sink after he cleaned out the bristles. He felt tears brimming in his eyes as he sighed loudly and shakily. He decided it was time for him to take another long shower.

He undressed quickly, throwing his clothing without a care to the ground. They were garments that Vlad had given him to wear since his own were still being cleaned. He turned the faucet to make the water as hot as possible. One of the possibly best things about this manor was the abundance of hot water.

He stood under the flow for a few minutes, before sinking down to sit in the bottom of the tub. He couldn't live like this much longer. It was imperative that he found a way out of there. He couldn't let Vlad win so easily.

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Danny's actions after their encounters seemed to be set in stone. Judging by his rising water bill, the boy was taking long showers. However, Vlad didn't mind. Danny was washing away evidence as he did this. Danny was cleaning up the crime scene for him, why would he care?

Vlad sighed as he sat down in his large armchair behind his desk. Things were moving at a faster pace than he had anticipated. He had expected Danny to put up a bigger fight…perhaps his expectations were too high.

Vlad sighed as he pulled his wrist up to his face, looking over his watching before he pressed a button on the side, "Skulker, Begin with the next step."

To Be Continued...
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Sorry that I didn't write anything descriptive, I just wasn't really in the mood…I mean, I've given you two rape scenes and a make-out, so if you need a fix, reread chapters 1-3, lol. More to come, thank you for reading and reviews are deeply enjoyed.
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