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Reunion	By : Loquora Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Wow! I'm so glad people are enjoying this. I have a little more written, and yes, there is finally smut in it! There is one more full chapter due after this and maybe a little conclusion if I manage to write it.

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed! You make me want to write more!

All the warnings from before apply. And an extra warning for SMUT!! (in case you didn't know already)

Ch. 4

Oh. My. God.

When I was dreaming about this it was good, but there is something about having your hand around me that no dream could ever compare with. You know just how to tease me the way I like. Who taught you this?

But then, I guess it makes sense, you always were the sadistic villain. Even in the shower when I thought no one could hear me and I was dreaming of you, you were dominating me like this. You want me to touch you, and you’re hard when I do. There’s so much power in this gesture; if you wanted to you could walk away now and leave me unfulfilled. I think I would cry if you did, but as far as we are right now I would have to finish, even if you were laughing at me.

The thought of jacking off while you watch is powerfully erotic. I’m pretty sure all of those whimpering moaning sounds are coming from me, but I can’t be sure. I would have to concentrate on something other than this amazing feeling to find out.

I want you to kiss me again, kissing was good. You can’t insult me when you’re trying to devour me. But if you’re going to do that against my neck, I think I can let it go for now. How did I never know that the spot just above my shoulder was such a weak spot? And more importantly, how did you know?

You’re whispering little things in my ears but the words are totally lost in the sensation. You could be saying anything, but all that matters is that your breath is warm on my ear and makes me tingle all over.

Have you thought about this before? I know I have. I want to ask you, but what would I do if you said no? For that matter, what would I do if you said yes? Would that really be better? I would probably just blush more.

Then I would make you show me what you did when you thought about me. I’m having a hard time rubbing you the same way you are rubbing me. Everything is so much more intense that I thought it would be.

You bit me! And it just made everything better. No matter what my brain thinks about your vampire impression my body seemed to like it.

Ohhhh… oh, oh wait. This is getting to be too much. You bite me again, a little harder this time. We’re still standing here against the wall, and I really want to make this more horizontal.

I think I just asked you to do that again, whatever you did. If I didn’t I should. Please, please do that again. That thing with your thumb, right there. Wow.

What was I just trying to do? Yeah, more, like that. Something kind of important…harder… I have to try and pull together enough brain cells to- ohhhhhhhhhh!

*Greetings caller… Danny’s brain isn’t here right now… please call back after the orgasm… CLICK*

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The first thing I realize is that you’re holding me up. The second thing I realize is that you’re calling my name softly. Then I wish there was a limit on how many times one person can screw up in one day. I feel like I should have hit that limit earlier. But no, I had to come before you even had me naked.

“Danny!” I jump. Oh god, you’re yelling at me now, that can’t be good.

“I’m sorry… I just… I’m really sorry!” But you’re still holding me and smiling in that predatory way.

“Why are you sorry? I can’t remember the last time I had such an excellent compliment. Here I thought I had gotten rusty. Besides, you’re young, it’s not like you won’t get more opportunities, like say in another twenty minutes. I just wanted to know if you thought you could walk. Of course, I can carry you if you want.”

I feel really boneless, but I’m sure I can stand. I start to say I think I can walk but it comes out a sort of jumbled mess of sounds. You look so sadistic when you sweep me up over your shoulder and say “too late”. You jerk, you were planning on this from the beginning! My pants are still hanging around my ankles and there is an uncomfortable wet spot that’s pressing against your shoulder as you shift my weight forward a little.

I’m making little protesting sounds but you just chuckle at me in that sexy dark voice. We go upstairs and you throw me, honestly throw me, onto your bed.

Your bed is amazingly comfortable. I can see myself spending more time in it. The way you’re looking at me too, I’ve never felt so naked with all my clothes on before.

~*~*~*~

Well, isn’t this a beautiful sight? The boy is spread over my bed in a way that is positively sinful. I have always been appreciative of the finer things in life, and this definitely counts. Debauched is definitely a way I want to see him more often.

I reach down to pull his boxers off so we can start all over again but he grabs my wrists. He’s pulling me forward. It seems he would rather have me on top of him so we can kiss again. So be it, Ghost Boy, if you think you can dominate me then by all means dominate me.

We get lost in another searing kiss, but this time his hands wander and start fondling me through my pants. A fast learner I see.

Eventually we have to separate because I still want him naked. I start stripping him slowly but he’s young and his impatience wins out making him pull everything off far too fast. Then he starts working on the buttons to my shirt.

I let him take my shirt off, but stop him there. He is mine to enjoy right now, I want to make sure he comes back again and again for this, which means I have to make sure he is the center of this pleasure. There will be time later for me to tie him up and have my way with him. And isn’t that an arousing thought?

The boy is no boy at all. He is very much a man, and he looks edible lying across my bed like that. I wanted to devour him from the beginning, but now he is leaving me little choice.

I start with his foot and move up his leg. All the time he is treating me to the most wonderful sounds. You would think the man had never been touched like this in his life. Maybe he hasn’t. Pity really, he’s such a spirited one.

By the time my worship reaches the top of his leg he is practically begging me to suck on him. This may be his second time, yet he is more than ready. But I’m not, I want to play a little more. So I bypass his straining erection to kiss his stomach.

I can’t help but chuckle when he gets upset. It’s obvious what he wants and it’s even more obvious that I like teasing him.

“If you’re not going to suck me off at least let me do you.”

My but the boy has a mouth on him when he’s horny. And I am rather tempted to let him, but I’m not sure we would get to the main course if he sates me for an appetizer.

“I’m flattered, but I’d rather you just enjoy this first. Youth is always so quick rushing into things.”

“If you’re worried about me being a virgin… I guess don’t worry about that.”

My brain stops for a moment. He blushes violently and looks away giving me a moment to recollect myself. Who could possibly have taken the boy already? And here I seriously thought he had never been with a man.

“You certainly blush like a virgin.” Obviously my autopilot has taken over because I didn’t realize I’d said it until it was out of my mouth.

“Yeah, well this is the first time I’ve ever fulfilled a fantasy.” How he can say that defensively or even with a straight face is beyond me. I don’t know which I want to tease him about more, the fact he just admitted he fantasized about me or the fact that I’m not the first man to have him. Choices, choices.

He is rubbing my arms in a rather distracting way. Not nearly as distracting as a moment later when he starts sucking on two of my fingers. Maybe he really isn’t a virgin. I get lost in his ministrations for a moment but it jogs my memory about an earlier question I had for the boy.

“So who was it, that techno geek who always used to help you? Or, no, don’t tell me that brutish jock who used to give you a hard time. That would just be too much tabloid fodder for me to believe.”

Hell, if the jock was the one who taught him how to do this with his tongue I should send the boy a muffin basket. Sadly you choose to take the bait this time and stop licking me to talk.

“I never had sex with Dash! Ugh, you’re going to kill my boner saying things like that. And I didn’t do anything with Tuck either, you’re twisted. I’d never trust some guy like that up my ass.”

He has such a way with words. We will have to work on that. I give him a demonstration of subtlety by simply raising my eyebrow, maybe he will understand that I’m dubious of his statement. He blushes beautifully again and not just because I’ve started teasing his balls.

“I… uh, I kind of d-did it to myself. You know… like with a thing and stuff.”

I swear I will give this boy a proper vocabulary if I have to tie him up and whip it into him… which isn’t a bad idea. I will have to remember that later. For now I can’t wait to find out how well his ‘thing’ and ‘stuff’ prepared him for really ‘doing it’.

My finger circles his entrance and he’s already starting to gasp and writhe again. I never thought it could be so seductive to see him reduced like this. Even his dark hair looks sinful against my white pillows. I manage to get the tube out of my bedside drawer without him noticing.

He does notice, however, when I press a slightly cool slick finger into him. I wouldn’t say he was begging for it, but he certainly more willing to accept it than if this was his first time. I wait until he’s used to the first finger before I start teasing him again.

“How about this thing?”

At first I think he might be too out of it to respond, but then I hear him say “more” very faintly. So I oblige him and add a second slick finger.

When enough time has passed I start to scissor my fingers to open him up more. He is panting and writhing again soon but just for good measure I start to work a third finger in. Now he’s starting to feel more than just wanton pleasure and it’s clear I will have to go slowly and carefully. If I want this delicious boy back in my bed again I can’t hurt him now. I can’t hurt him ever, but now is the most crucial time, if I don’t get it right now I may never get another chance.

Finally I feel him start to relax around my fingers. He’s ready.

(AN: kind of a mean place to leave off, I know. But I have the next chapter written, so it should go up soon. Whaddya think?)
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