Stress Relief

This probably isn't a record for slowness in posting, but... I bet it isn't far off. I haven't had the time or inspiration until now to finish this, and I didn't want to write it when I wasn't in the right mood. Thank you for your patience!

Warnings: This one is a reversal fic, but with the same sort of themes, and a focus more on Danny still. I hope you enjoy! :D Oral, anal, piercings, masturbation, and of course m/m content.

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Waking up was... slightly more painful than ideal. Vlad's first instinct was to bring a hand to the bruise he could feel on the back of his skull, only to quickly realize that both his hands were tied over his head in a familiar but not personally familiar manner. Keeping his eyes closed for another moment, the headache was fading fast, but something about the bindings tickled a little, despite the fact that he could tell he was a human and not a ghost for the moment.

One reason Vlad could tell was the fact that he could feel his ponytail tugging on the bruise a little. For another thing, he was naked and tied on his back to something soft, but the faint chill in the room was noticable. Daniel must have given him quite a blow to cause him to change forms, he thought, but at least the change did tend to heal a bit of damage as it restored him to his human shape. Whatever the other half-ghost had in mind, Vlad didn't think he'd want a throbbing headache to go with it.

Opening his eyes and looking around, he wasn't surprised to see himself in a familiar room, Daniel's apartment's bedroom. A little bold, bringing him here, but with ectoplasmic energy cuffs on hands and feet Vlad wouldn't exactly be leaving too easily. The idea of screaming for help was briefly entertaining, if only for the thought of tabloid stories sordidly telling about what the great hero had been found doing with the great villain, but Vlad knew the apartment had been soundproofed. Danny seemed to like his privacy a lot, for a man who was so easy to spy on. Or maybe he only liked his privacy from certain people...

Really, he should have been more worried, Vlad knew. This wasn't exactly what he'd had planned, for the evening or for the further development of their little 'relationship.' Then again, a foiled plan was so often a new opportunity, and really, was there any greater confirmation that Daniel wanted him back? He could have left a blanket over Vlad or something, that would have been nice, but it seemed they were both inconsiderate of their partners' needs.

The door opened and Daniel walked in, still glowing with the familiar aura of a ghost, wearing his costume even. Vlad tried to open his mouth to ask if he shouldn't be allowed to transform too, since they were playing with costumes today, only to find his jaw wouldn't budge. A moment's thought and a somewhat eye-crossing glance downward, and Vlad saw the edge of something green around his mouth. No colder than room temperature, but sturdier than the cuffs, a bit of energy binding that Daniel himself had generated. Something personal, that was sweet. It did make it a little difficult to suggest they discuss safewords next.

"You are such a jerk."

Vlad's attention was taken from his own predicament by Daniel's words, frustration tinged with something else. The costume was coming off, the hidden zipper down the front center slowly lowering, revealing a chest built up by years of ghost fighting but still slender and even graceful. He'd watched Daniel take his clothes off by spy camera and had taken Daniel's clothes off him, but had never seen Daniel removing the clothes for his sake, whether he was restrained from reaching out and enjoying it or not. The piercings from what felt like an eternity ago, gold meant to look more striking with green eyes, shone from Daniel's own body's illumination. The younger man slipped the costume off his shoulders, then began to ease the rest of it down, revealing a neat trail of white hairs leading to something Vlad had become very familiar with, but which was more interesting somehow when Daniel was shamelessly revealing it in front of him. Daniel wasn't quite erect yet, although he was starting to get there, as impassive as his expression was during his little show. The pause as he reached down to pull off the boots and finish removing the costume was enough for Vlad to realize his own exposed privacy was already throbbing, enough that the headache was forgotten entirely. And what exactly was the plan for the evening? Tying someone up naked to the bed and just leaving them there was certainly too cruel a punishment for even a terrible villain, wasn't it?

"You are, you know that?" Vlad had almost forgotten Daniel's first words when the half-ghost spoke up again, having finished stripping. "You're just lucky I'm not as much of a pervert as you are. I owe you so much revenge, it's... it's impossible to calculate. But you're still going to be sorry."

Vlad was, on occasions, sorry for things. At the moment, he was sorry he was tied up and silent while Daniel was free to stand around naked and tempting and waste time scolding. But in his condition, there was little he could offer back other than a slight hum and raised eyebrows.

"The sad thing is, you're not scared, because you're right." Daniel sat down beside him on the bed, on the space next to his waist, and let out a mournful little sigh that was adorable. "You know I'm not going to kill you, or even lock you up forever. You know I'm not going to do the kinds of stuff you did to me, even if you sort of have it coming, because I'm not that kinda guy. And unlike you, I kind of like my consent to be given before the fact when I get laid." He gave Vlad a glare, and Vlad just looked back innocently. "So I figured out how to punish you. I'm going to give you what I know you want."

Having read numerous stories about wishes, magical gifts, fairies, and having personally met genies from bottles, Vlad was immediately more apprehensive. He hadn't yet figured out why this was terrible news, but he was sure it was.

It was even harder to convince himself it was terrible news as Daniel shifted on the bed, turning to straddle his waist, sitting just above Vlad's belly button. At first thought Vlad had been surprised at how light Daniel was, before he realized the other man was still in ghost mode, and was probably floating a little. Logic was something of an annoyance in the back of his mind, nattering suggestions and questions and comments, because he really wanted to pay more attention to the fact that one of Daniel's hands had gone to his own chest, toying lightly with the piercings there, Daniel's green half-closed eyes catching his own blue ones and holding them, despite Vlad's wish to watch what those hands were doing.

"You've got... this coming." Daniel's voice had deepened a bit over the years, but now it was outright husky, annoyance giving way to lust and something deeper, even more primal. Those were the instincts holding their gazes together, predator and prey, the roles reversed unexpectedly but beautifully. Trying to satisfy himself for the moment with the soft noises Daniel made under his breath and the faint weight of something warm resting on his chest, Vlad kept staring, until Daniel's eyes finally closed and let him go. Then he was free to watch as Daniel reached to Vlad's other side, and Vlad realized there were supplies there he hadn't been able to see thanks to his awkward position. White lotion on a glowing hand was applied to an also-glowing cock, slow even strokes that seemed torturous just to watch gently eased up and down, pausing for a moment to tease the already-exposed head with a thumb. Eyes still closed, for the moment Daniel seemed to be completely entranced with what he was doing, which Vlad could sympathize with as it was certainly entrancing. His hips were moving against Vlad's chest now, only slightly, and Vlad wondered if a facial shot was what Daniel had in mind. But he had never suggested he wanted any such thing, and Daniel had technically threatened him with only what he wanted... then again, the list of things he wanted was rather flexible, if the man would give him a chance to speak and offer some suggestions.

Rather than go on to a finish, Daniel stopped suddenly, taking a deep breath and opening his eyes to smirk at Vlad again. There it was, a predatory gaze, so different from usual and yet breathtaking in its own way. So he'd lubricated himself, gotten hard... Vlad had already decided that if it came to nodding yes or no, he'd nod yes just to see what Daniel did and in hopes of his own needs getting a little attention. As nice as a free lap--er, lower chest dance of-sorts was, it was only adding to a pre-existing problem. Daniel seemed to see that request, although Vlad imagined his expression was somewhat like a begging puppy at this point, considering he dismounted Vlad only to face the problem head-on. So to speak.

Vlad had whispered about it, and gotten some wonderful denying mutters and defiant noises at the suggestion, but he hadn't tried it yet. True, there were ways to hold the mouth open, but without a willing and practiced participant, he was still risking choking the other ghost (not that he had to breathe, in that form, but it might alter the mood a bit) or worse, being vomited on. It was a distant goal, meant to be placed after the first time he penetrated Daniel, after their training had progressed a little more. Some part of him was quite indignant as he wanted to know exactly when and where Daniel had learned anything about this, since it certainly hadn't been while Vlad was stalking him. Fortunately, the jealousy Vlad felt at the idea that he wasn't Daniel's first male partner after all was quickly replaced by another sensation as the soft heat of Daniel's mouth enveloped him.

The same right hand that had been stroking Daniel earlier now made up for what Daniel didn't take back into his throat, stroking Vlad at the base and massaging his balls lightly. At this awkward angle, Daniel seemed to be doing his best to be sure nowhere was left unattended to, withdrawing a little to change positions and licking along the dorsal vein and sides before taking Vlad in again. It was like the masturbation show Vlad had seen earlier, and while Vlad could appreciate taking one's time with important projects, as Daniel's tongue tested the slit in his head, he wished the young man would stop showing off and hurry. Efforts to shift his hips or otherwise encourage Daniel's efforts were pointless, as his human body's strength was nothing compared to Danny Phantom even one-handed. Pinned down, all he could do was make a frustrated nasal groan as Daniel withdrew, looking entirely too pleased with himself and licking his lips a bit. The erotic gesture would have been enjoyed more if it hadn't come after the interruption of something Vlad thought was much better.

Then it occurred to him that he wouldn't have any footage of this particular session either, and he could have gotten teary-eyed, if Daniel hadn't distracted him with a sudden and unwanted burst of cold breath. It wasn't enough to undo his interest, but enough to pull him back from the edge Daniel had brought him to. Entirely unfair, Vlad thought, he'd have been happy releasing in Daniel's mouth and then having some time to relax before they started anything else. No need to discourage what progress they'd already made.

The next step, in retrospect, was obvious. Daniel had ignored his own needs as well, Vlad had to admit, in order to complete the scenario he'd had planned out. Whatever frustration Vlad felt about Daniel's actions, he had to admire the other man's self-restraint. They were two of a kind, weren't they? Although perhaps not two of the same kind. Daniel stood beside the bed, knee leaning against it, as he reached behind himself to start the work Vlad had begun and had so rudely interrupted. It shouldn't be too difficult this time, Vlad though, although he couldn't be sure how long he'd been unconscious. First one moist finger, then two managed to ease their way inside from Daniel's own efforts, clearly in Vlad's view, although thanks to the way the younger man was bent over he could also see Daniel close his eyes at the feeling, like when he'd toyed with himself before. Between Daniel's legs, something else clearly wanted attention from the drops of liquid already trying to escape, but the ghostly hands ignored that for the moment, focused instead on preparing his entrance.

Daniel put a condom on him, which would have been insulting, not to mention a bit pointless in Vlad's opinion considering what they'd alread done together, but he was not about to complain and risk changing Daniel's mind entirely. Then, guiding himself carefully, Daniel straddled Vlad again, slowly easing his way down until Vlad's balls were pressed against him and Vlad could feel a more appropriate amount of weight against his body, no floating restraint this time. There he paused, obviously savoring what had been missed before, his eyes closed and mouth slightly open for gasping breaths. Underneath him, Vlad had no choice but to be patient despite his frustration at the warm, tight and slick hole that was pulsing slightly around him, muscles still adjusting or perhaps deliberatel teasing. To his surprise, despite the fact that Vlad now had a few drops of pre-come on his stomach from Daniel's hard cock, both of Daniel's hands went to his pierced nipples again, tugging and then pinching, teasing himself while he teased Vlad.

It seemed to be an eternity before Daniel moved, but Vlad's hips still lacked the strength to force Daniel's in any direction and Daniel obviously intended to take his time. Perhaps he wasn't a virgin after all, though if not it had obviously been a very long time since he'd last practiced and Vlad had warmly and lovingly decided it was close enough. He still seemed to require time to adjust, each movement of his hips easing Vlad in and out just a bit, prompting delightful noises that made Vlad grateful he was silenced so he wouldn't accidentally interrupt. At last he seemed to get his rhythm, moving faster and further with each stroke, riding Vlad firmly. His hands had moved again, this time to Vlad's chest, seemingly balanced to help his movements and yet his fingers managed to find Vlad's nipples, to rub and tease there despite the lack of matching adornment. Vlad had never thought much of that before, and was surprised at how sensitive they were, or perhaps it was just the situation, but...

Daniel finally leaned down further, despite gasping for breath. The angle wasn't the most graceful, and Vlad could feel Daniel's balls rub up and down his lower stomach, before Daniel whispered something.

"You're gonna... you're gonna have an orgasm. Now. Because I want you to."

It might have been the tone in his voice, the additional stimulation, or just an inevitable consequence overall, but Daniel's words were prophetic as Vlad closed his eyes again for the first time since their new game had started, momentarily focused only on the heat around him begging to be filled, the hands pressed tightly against his chest, the memory of Daniel's voice.

That was over all too soon, despite Vlad's impression that he'd released enough for a year and would have flooded Daniel if only that condom hadn't been in the way. Daniel was smirking with eyes closed when Vlad's own eyes opened again, but he wasn't done. Instead he sat back again, hands finally going to himself once more, but this time not pausing to tease. Soon the small trail of liquid from Daniel before was matched with more streams of clearish-white, decorating them both just below the chest, and Vlad tried to memorize the expression just before Daniel's head tilted back in apparent bliss.

Cleaning... would be a mess. Wet, aching, and entirely too pleased about having discovered the benefits of being a more passive partner, Vlad tried not to worry about it. Although it did raise some questions... Daniel had said he wouldn't keep Vlad prisoner forever. Which was too bad, because so long as Daniel was willing to keep this up, Vlad thought at that moment he'd surrender whole-heartedly. Of course, food and water might eventually be a problem, not to mention other bodily functions. But that was much too practical to think about at a moment like this...

"Okay. Sleepy-time." And while he'd been lost in his thoughts, apparently the last of Daniel's ready supplies was brought to bear, a spray to the nostrils that Vlad really had no choice but to inhale. The question of why Daniel happened to have a drug that knocked out humans was lost in a blurred haze, as the room faded away to deep sleep.

He awoke on a table in his lab, still Vlad Masters, still naked and still smeared with the reminder of Daniel's lust. Instead of being on his back, Daniel had apparently been considerate enough to turn him on his side a little, even putting a pillow under his head. Then Vlad glanced down, and saw he was curled around a small gift package.

In it were a small red box of candies, a partially used but clean bottle of moisturizer, and a photograph. The photo was not his wish, a picture of Daniel, and instead a picture of himself at orgasm, marred slightly by the green binding across his mouth but nonetheless rather striking in an aesthetic sense. It was a pity he wasn't more of an autoeroticist, he thought absently, and turned the photo over. On the back was scrawled, 'Your Turn. DP'

At that instant, Vlad decided he was in love. And if it wasn't love, he was happy with whatever it qualified as.


The End?

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Ah, that sounds so concluding! Doesn't it? It's been so long since I wrote this, and then I write a last chapter that's somewhat different from the earlier ones... still, I hope you enjoyed it, and thanks so much to everyone who has read thus far!

I want to keep writing in this storyline, but to me, I thought this was a good place to call it an 'end,' at least of the way the relationship had been/developed. But it also means that new possibilities are there... so it doesn't mean I might not upload another chapter after this, if something in particular comes to mind.

I met some very nice people through this totally dirty and plotless story, and I'm really grateful to all the people who have reviewed. Thank you again for your patience!

'Pariah Light'