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Kindred Spirits	By : RedelliaValentinos Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, I don't own any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from writing this story, I write this purely for the enjoyment of writing. It's just me and a keyboard and my wild brain.

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He needs to kill this now.
Danny bursts into his room and slams the door shut, locks it with shaking hands and darts into the bathroom. He locks that door, too. The back of his mind knows that traditional physical locks are pointless when considering their abilities. But he doesn't hear or pay attention to it. He just needs to put distance between himself and Vlad. And Vlad is not like his parents. He won't just burst in without reason.
Danny yanks his shirt off, dumps it on the floor and clambers into the tub. Shoes and jeans still on, he doesn't care. He cranks the shower knob and waits until it's as hot as it can go...and bites back a shout when the water contacts his lower back. It warms until it's scalding his skin, turning it a vibrant red. His tail spasms and jerks in random directions to get away from the heat. It plays hell on his instincts, intentionally causing pain to himself. He'd absolutely prefer to handle this issue the way nature intended. Just not in Vlad's house, and certainly not while Vlad is home.
But despite the searing pain, the driving force behind this impromptu half clothed shower refuses to wane. As much as he wants it to. Biting his tongue to avoid making sound, a shaking, reddened hand turns the water to cold. His screaming muscles ease and relax. The cooler stream soothes the burn and his tail settles down. The scald fades as he heals. He slumps onto the floor of the bathtub, on his side, allowing his body to recover from the burn. All the while, his problem persists.
Laying there, he thinks. Long and...just long. About how to handle himself. He's not exactly quiet when he has a moment to do this sort of thing. He needs the ability to keep his mouth shut. Normally, he has a roll of duct tape that he keeps under his bed to cover holes in his ceiling, and it frequently pulls double duty. It hurts to remove; he always splits a lip open. However, it works. That said, he doesn't have access to tape right now. And for him, he gets the best results if he uses both hands.
'What am I supposed to use to...'
Danny rights himself, into a more adequate position. Leaning against the back of the tub, cold water still raining down on him, soaking his jeans and shoes through, a red tint covers his cheeks. The fact that he needs to do this and do it now, he's going to do it here, and how he's going to do it...
The dexterity of his tail has come into question many times, but has come under observation very little. Sam and Tucker wondered and inquired repeatedly about what else it could be used for, other than holding his balance in ghost form. He'd made a point of refusing any experiments Tucker drew up, content to just take his time and learn as he went. After all, he has forever to learn, quite literally. But this is the first time he'll by trying something with it. A whole year of just wrapping it around his leg and now he wants to put it to use.
The idea seems absurd. If it works, and he likes it, he can do this hands free, whenever he wants. Danny nervously undoes the zipper, still aware of Vlad's presence in the house, and...
Oh. That's...
'Not a terrible thought.'
He's never allowed his mind to stray this far, before. Always trying to keep it in control, even as he admits to having and accepting certain thoughts and ideas. Eager to try this particular thought out, and at the same time desperate to deal with the situation as quickly as possible, he quickly reaches in and takes his member in hand. Gently pulling it free from the confines of drenched clothing, he ignores the precum smearing along the inside of his boxers. Pays no mind to the stray drops that streak on the denim.
His breath hitches ever so slightly at the sensation of his own touch and rough wet fabric rubbing against his shaft. But he bites his tongue before he can make any further audible sound. His tail, having fallen over the edge of the basin and fully recovered from its burns, gives a nervous twitch to match his own uncertainty. The flushed red hue about his face seems to spread and warmth trickles down his spine, directly into his groin and then out as another thick drop of pre that falls all too effortlessly. Stroking slowly, as carefully as he can to avoid ending things too soon, he strays a thumb up to the tip to gather the healthy amount of precum and coats his entire shaft. The water raining down on him eases the path rather nicely.
When Danny thinks he's slick enough, he lets go and grabs his tail, shudders at the contact, and quickly coils it around his cock before he can have even a glimmer of a second thought. The muscles within the appendage flex and jerk in protest and 'This is the best idea I've ever had!' careens through his brain at breakneck speed. The bind is easily tight enough to get results, turning his member an even darker shade of red than he's ever had, yet loose enough to buck upwards and have his tail do all of the work.
Thick globs of pre weep free from his slit, sluggishly dripping down and slicking up the way even more. He has to bite down on a knuckle to prevent his voice from slipping out, though he has every reason to let it out. His teeth gnaw into his right index and a fang breaks the skin as he ruts in and out of the grasp of his tail. His spine tenses as he braces his weight against the back of the tub to avoid slipping down. The pattering water of the shower head adds a strange rhythm and a welcome touch, striking the angry head of his cock just right.
The shower also muffles the sound of him bucking into a slippery coil, and adds the necessary white noise for his brain to wander that much further. His head drops against the edge of the tub while his finger remains trapped in his jaw, his eyes drift shut, and his mind decides it's no longer his tail wrapped so tightly around his cock, but a hand. Larger, warmer, alternating between tanned and teal. Claws and no claws. Soft vulgar words pour into his eardrums, but really, it's his neocortex and thalamus whispering those vile, sweet nothings that get him to cant his hips upward more.
Filthy promises and praises, words even he would never use, but wouldn't mind hearing from him...
His mind erases the bathroom as a whole and places him in a warm lap he'd give his left arm to crawl into. Danny can practically feel the broader chest behind him. Maybe a few stray charges of energy to surprise and stun would tangle through his limbs, just to keep him too weak to fight if he wanted...
Though it's a lot, it should be more than enough to shove him over the edge, he wants more.
Danny breaks the fantasy to look back down at the absolutely glorious appendage he's never been so grateful for in the entire year he's had it as he uses one hand to keep the opposing index in his mouth, and blood drips down his torso has his eyes fall on the end of his tail. Wrapping around himself as he had, he gave himself four loops to work with, and yet was left with so much more. He wants to reach down and touch. To prod at his slit and push in just the end of his finger, in the way he's always loved to do. But he knows that if he opens his mouth now, the sounds he'll unleash will never be lived down. So he curls the end of his tail down, stiffens the muscles and digs in.
It does the trick.
Overstimulated in a whole new way, the shower beating down on him, the pain in his finger, skin burned and healed and overheated, the touch of his tail wrapped around an aching cock and just a little shallow stimulation of his urethra, it's finally enough. His spine arcs off the back of tub and he sees white and catches a glimpse of his brain all at once. Cum bursts out around his tail tip. His nerves short out, causing him to thrust up into his tail in short, pathetic bursts, forcing the tip shallowly in and out of his urethral passage with the seizing coils working to milk him dry. His cortex offers a few more vulgarities in a smooth baritone that he'd kill to hear for real before the extension of his spine can't do it anymore.
He collapses, dead weight, as his tail unfurls from his spent cock, falling hard onto the floor of the bathtub. It jerks sporadically, matching the twitching of his quickly softening member.
...Danny doesn't know how he retains consciousness. But he does. He manages to get to his feet, legs wobbling like a newborn foal and a full tremor shaking his frame. He barely manages to turn the water off before staggering out into his room to put on dry clothing. Jeans that are drenched beyond reason are apparently difficult to remove. So he walks right out of them, phasing out of them, his boxers and his socks and sneakers. He goes to his dresser and pulls out a pair of black sweatpants and a blue t-shirt, gets them on as quick as he can.
Wringing the excess water out of what he'd been wearing proved difficult, but not impossible, and he's able to deposit his clothes into a hamper. He knows Vlad's going to ask. But he doesn't care. He's just had the best climax of his life. He can handle whatever the older halfa asks. Instead of going back downstairs, though, he realizes he's a little tired. Just a little, and he flops onto his bed like a rock.
There's a gentle knock on his door a few minutes later. Danny gives a half hearted grunt of acknowledgement and it opens. He doesn't roll over to look. He doesn't exactly need to.
"You showered."
"I needed it," he utters.
"You were in there a while."
"Don't preach to me about wasting water," Danny retorts softly, "Only Sam gets to do that, and I hate it when she does."
"You changed clothes," the man observes.
"I was in the same clothing for a week."
"You're barefoot."
"Shoes got wet."
"Why did your shoes get wet?"
"I showered."
"Why were you wearing sneakers in the shower?"
"I forgot."
"You forg-" Vlad looks in the direction of the bathroom, "I don't smell any soap or shampoo."
"Didn't need it," Danny grunts.
"You're being a little snippy."
"I'm sixteen."
"What aren't you telling me?" Vlad presses.
"Nothing. Stim worked, I can feel. Happy?"
"Did I hurt you?"
Unprepared for that question, Danny curls into a nervous ball.
"Daniel?"
"No, you didn't," he gets out, intent on not showing his face.
Vlad's eyes travel lower. "Are you sure? You're red from ear to tail."
Danny quickly snatches the pillow he's resting his head on and pulls it over his head to cover his ears. At the same time, his tail tucks in between his legs to hide from view, as much as possible. The reaction earns a raised brow from Vlad.
"Leave it alone, human."
"I wasn't asking you," Vlad bites softly, "Daniel, please don't spare my feelings. If I caused you pain, I need to know."
From under the pillow, "You didn't hurt me, okay?! I'm fine! The stim trick worked, I can feel it! I just needed a shower!"
"Don't push it."
"Shut it. Daniel, are you alright?"
Danny tenses. Because his first desire is to scream at the man. His second is to confess. His third is to drop hints instead, since it seems his object of sudden obsession has the capacity of a walnut. Especially when considering all of the little details. But as much as he really favors one and three, he opts for number four; deflective truth.
"I'm fine," he grits out, "it didn't... It doesn't hurt, I'm just really, really tired."
'Why enunciate 'hurt?' And you slept for a week! How could you possibly be exhausted?!'
A low snicker resonates through his skull. Vlad ignores it.
"Well, whatever has you in a funk, I'm afraid I actually have some rather upsetting news for you."
One side of the pillow lifts ever so slightly, revealing an ear to hear better. "What?"
"Fair warning, if I really didn't hurt you before, it'll certainly hurt now."
"What is it?" Danny growls.
"Well, as much as it pains me to say it, you have a week's worth of homework to do, it all needs to be turned in tomorrow, it's 3:38 in the afternoon, your parents are due back from their trip around 5:30, and your sister would like you home by 5."
...Vlad barely dodges the pillow that goes flying by his head. And despite what Danny might take away from the situation, it's the time constraint that prompts Vlad to help the boy cheat his way through the stack. Not his temper. Just this once. Vlad informs him as such when he finally coaxes him out of his bed and down the stairs.
Vlad leads him to many of the answers far more quickly, though on some questions he does force the teen to think. Danny seems to catch on rather well on his own, however, and they complete the pile with a few minutes to spare. The pencil in Danny's hand rolls across the table and he sits up with a stretch just as Vlad's phone rings.
"That'll be your sister hounding me to get you home. Go put your shoes on."
"But they're still wet!" Danny whines.
"You should have thought of that before you decided to shower on one brain cell. Go," Vlad points out to the foyer and flips the phone open.
Danny groans but does as he's told.
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