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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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Every function in Vlad's body screeches to a stop. His blood, his heart, his brain, everything. Completely caught off guard by the inquiry. He stares back into cyan and ash, unable to look away. They're bright and pleading. Glowing, even. He's seen them glow many times before, it's nothing new. But this time seems different.
Danny's pupils are blown. Clearly craving, yet somehow nonthreatening. There's a sudden overabundance of curiosity in his glare and a swarming of purple and pink bubbling in his aura.
Cooler fingers gently lay themselves on his leg, a thumb lightly ghosts his thigh to entice. Vlad gulps.
He doesn't want to fight it. He knows he really should. He should worry that it could get out of hand. He doesn't want to trigger something he'll be unable to get out of. There's the potential of setting off other instincts, if they're even there. And if they are, and he sets them off, he could be stuck in this particular situation for a lot longer.
Plus, getting knocked up by a college student, regardless of how close he is to graduation, is not exactly the best way to begin a long term relationship. If it comes to that, and Jasmine were to find out, he knows she'd have the heart to wait for him carry to term before committing any medical atrocities against his equipment. Which, not surprisingly, is of little comfort.
And then there's always the fear of the parents getting involved. Of discovering what they are. Add a child to that mix, and it'll be at least sixty years before they're left alone again because he knows how bad that'll look.
But those concerns are dulled and muted by the alcohol. They're sufficiently smothered and snuffed out by the whirling haze of his state. And were it anyone else staring him down like a wild animal and giving a hopeful nudge to his leg, he most likely would've ripped their throat out.
Maybe it's the hormones flooding his system.
Maybe it's the fact that he's achieved his goal of getting drunk a little too quickly.
Maybe it's the combination of the hypnotic stare, the implications of the hand on his leg, and the fact that he hasn't done anything with someone else in decades.
Maybe it's all of the above.
Whatever the cause, whatever to blame and whatever the reason, he caves. Selfishly, he thinks, but he gives in. He takes the hand that's been taunting his thigh as all of those maybes and twenty years of celibacy and a month of unchecked urges wins out against everything else. Fuck it all, he's an adult, he can do what he wants.
"Not in the kitchen."
He guides the other up out of his chair and into the living room. Not up the stairs. He's afraid he might reconsider this whole thing in the time it takes to get to his bedroom. Danny follows without argument, tail cinching around his leg beneath his jeans in anticipation.
Vlad turns to face him and takes his other hand. He holds them close, soaking up the chill of the cooler flesh and strokes his thumbs over his knuckles. It makes Danny pause. To watch what seems like a nervous motion, and then look up.
The color of the older halfa's face has darkened in his state. Danny expects he looks about the same, and can even feel the rush of blood to his cheeks before it backtracks and heads south. He takes a step forward, urging the man back towards the couch. Vlad takes the hint and pulls him along, laying down across the cushions and settling the younger halfa between his legs.
It's a little surreal to him, to be in this position. He's attempted to take several partners over the years, and even when just seeking one-night stands, they always fell through. They all panicked and fled. Putting him in a position of power had always been their intent. And normally, that's what he prefers. But his needs have always been beyond what most people can take.
Now, here he lays, in the position of a blushing virgin, for a change, taking an abhorrently large risk with his choice of company, with no idea of how far things will go and only one way through. On the upside, there's no chance of this one running away.
Cold hands gently push his shirt up over his stomach, snapping him back into hazy reality. Danny's eyes continue to glow in the dark as he fixates on the expanse of flesh. Vlad takes a chance on the focus, reaches a hand down and taps to wake the spell.
Bright blue casts the younger halfa's face in a strange light and his pupils thin until there's barely a hair of black fire visible. His fingers itch with the need to see more. He hooks them into the waistband of Vlad's slacks, but he doesn't pull. He wants to. His curiosity isn't nearly sated. As much as he wants to, as much as he needs to see more, he doesn't have permission.
Vlad can sense the dilemma. It's written all over his face and in every twitch of his fingers.
"It's okay," he says softly. It's already halfway out of hand now, they may as well.
That seems to be enough. Danny phases the offending article of clothing right off of him, does the same to his boxers, and Vlad proceeds to kick his shoes and socks free using the same method. He achieves it just as a hand presses his hip down to keep still. The touch makes him jump a little, prompting nails to dig in and drive the unspoken order home. He settles back down against the cushions and drapes an arm over his eyes to relax himself.
His mind and his nerves, though both steel themselves, are not in sync and still have yet to be on the same page with each-other. He takes a breath, and lays there. Silently.
...ever so gently, keeping one hand on the man's hip to hold him steady, Danny's fingers begin to part his folds. He doesn't press or pull or dig in, he's not out to cause harm. He wants to see. To feel. He already knew that Vlad runs warmer than humans. He knows his surface temperature well. But here, he's so much hotter. Like a sauna, it's wet and soft. Slick quickly engulfs his fingers, warm and slippery and smelling so sweet. Cast in the glow of his eyes, he sees some muscles twitch and feels them pulse beneath his fingertips. Between his open fingers, like a jewel in a crown, Vlad's clit shines, coated wet and red.
Fluid weeps from his opening, priming for play and releasing even more of the pheromones that have set his mouth watering for most of the night. It flutters under his touch, practically begging for some sort of stimulus, and Danny's brain wanders down more dark corners. Wondering just how hot it is on the inside, how soft, how loose or how tight. He shifts his position so that he can get a better look. He hangs one leg off the couch and puts one sneaker to the floor for support and bends down, getting closer. It's awkward on his spine, not the most comfortable. But right now, he doesn't care.
What matters to him is soaking in the sight and committing as much of it to his memory as he can. He already knows what the structures are supposed to look like. But that was never the point. Just like when he tested the spell out his first time, it's about seeing what it all looks like on Vlad.
He leans in close and slows his breathing. The sweet scent, that summery night and and all of those fireflies, rushes his sinuses and clouds his mind. His brain marinates in the soup of hormones and lust as he finally shifts his fingers down, dipping them inside. The sheer heat that wraps around them and nearly burns his skin is almost enough right then and there. He's definitely filled out his jeans in all the excitement, he just hasn't been paying attention until now.
Vlad's breathing falters, but he doesn't stop him.
Danny clamps his jaw shut and inhales evenly to contain himself. The warmth inside is just as soft. And wet enough that he's tempted to see if his whole hand will slide in. It probably would, with only mild effort, given that Frostbite's work has already loosened everything so... so much...
His lip curls back in a snarl at the thought. He packs it away for later.
'Be mad later.'
'Be mad later.
Moving his fingers around, he curls them at random moments. Sometimes stimulating, sometimes just offering pressure. Sort of testing the waters, but primarily, he's fooling around. Vlad's hips jerk whenever he presses against a particular spot. It's definitely of interest, but he's not there, yet. The halfa slips his fingers back out and opens his labia again. Holding his hand steady, his eyes fall on Vlad's clitoris.
Danny has spent more time in the internet's depths than he'd ever care to divulge. He's done a lot of reading and watched hours worth of videos. There's a lot of things he wants to try. Picking one is shockingly difficult, but he does. He opens his mouth to feel the warmer air roll over his tongue. Calculating the temperature is easy. Finding the negative degree he'll need is a little more difficult. But he commands his saliva to freeze.
Meanwhile, the sudden lack of activity has Vlad blinking into his arm. Time and heated blood flow have begun to simmer off the edges of his drunkenness, allowing him a few brain cells to begin worrying with. He doesn't pull away, but he wonders what could have made the other stop. He props one hand at the edge of the cushion begins to lift up, careful to keep his pelvis from moving so that he doesn't give the the wrong idea. Just as cyan irises come into view, Danny moves in.
Frigid cold strikes his clit and Vlad shrieks. His legs snap together around Danny's head and he collapses against the couch. His spine arches as his fingers tangle in raven locks, unsure if he should push him away or urge him to work harder. He gasps for air while his toes curl into the fabric beneath them. Danny alters his movements and speed, giving a variance of kitten licks and hard, long swipes with his tongue, and finds he more heavily favors the sounds that are made when he's rough. He even taunts with the tips of his fangs, all while sucking as hard as he can.
"You miserable litt-AHH!"
Cold and hot and cold and hot and the ice of Danny's tongue drags hot slick over the surface of the organ. Freezing and thawing in rapid succession draws more of the sweet juices out and Vlad struggles to keep oxygen in his lungs. All of that thawing just adds more wetness to the mix, making his legs tremble and shudder at every twist and flick. Overstimulation at its finest. His hips start canting up into the cold appendage and Danny finally moves his hands and pushes his legs apart, but doesn't cease his ministrations. Without his fingers in place to keep Vlad open, he relies on more movements to keep going. Maintains the same level of suction, he turns and twists, pulling Vlad in different directions and the heaving breaths turn up in pitch.
Thrilled with himself, proud of his efforts, he can't help but purr.
"No! Don't-! Not that! Don- Don- nnNNNNN!"
His spine arcs off the sofa as the vibrations twist a thousand knots in his lower back and everything snaps. Fresh, hot fluid gushes free and Danny finally pulls away. Vlad collapses like a lead weight and desperate for air, leaving the younger halfa to stare as his muscles contract and spasm. Some arousal still clings to his lips and fangs, which Danny eagerly licks away.
He then leans back down for more, gathering as much juice on his tongue as he can and slurping it down. Occasionally, his tongue grazes Vlad's clit, drawing out sweet little yelps and more spasms. He licks and gulps until there's nothing but the aftershocks left. Straightening himself, the younger halfa sits up to admire his work.
Silver hair shimmers in the few beams of moonlight that grace the window. It's tangled and splayed out like a shattered halo. Vlad's complexion is cherry red from horn to toe. His chest heaves with the effort to regain control over his heart as it pounds in his chest. His shirt is wrinkled and shoved up near his diaphragm. His whole frame is wracked with random twitches. At the heart of it all, his vaginal walls are all a-twitter, open to the world and leaking more release.
Danny laps at the final droplets wetting his lips and, leaning forward, summons a buzz into his bones.
There's a weird shift of light that pierces the post-orgasmic haze and the couch shifts as if there's been weight added. Between breaths, he barely finds the energy to lift his head up and look. When he does, searing heat runs through him once more, cooking off the last of the alcohol and sending him right back to square one.
It's definitely Danny looming over him, staring him in the eye. That much, he can't deny. But a cool hand reaches out and gently wipes sweat from his brow, and he realizes it's much larger than before. There's more to the boy. More bulk. More muscle and an imposing build. His tail sways behind him. Longer. Thicker. Spines larger and sharper than they should be.
For a moment, Vlad worries, based on his size, that this is it. He's triggered a rut. But Danny is calm and collected. His eyes are clear, no longer bogged down by scotch. The sooted sclera remain, telling him that it's just part of this form. He reaches a shaking hand up and brushes a cheek, and Danny leans into it with a light trill. He nuzzles the open palm, shifting in his seat for comfort, and something hard presses against the older halfa's thigh.
He doesn't need to look down to know what it is. He's not an idiot. But from the feel of it, this new form of the boy grants him other benefits.
"You had better be proportional or I'm going El Niño on Frostbite's ass."
The comment earns a full snicker from the youth. He takes Vlad's hand and strokes a thumb over his knuckles. Danny sits there like that for a few minutes, letting the afterglow of his orgasm settle down. It's hardly strange behavior, but it's not what Vlad would have ever expected.
His pelvis flutters and wet warmth soaks his quivering walls. He can feel the pulsing. And he's suddenly craving for more. Despite the deal he'd arranged with Plasmius, who's been oddly quiet through the whole thing. He looks up at Danny just in time to see his nostrils flare. And the youth tilts his head.
Leaning in close, he takes in the other's scent. In addition to that warm summery night, and all of those little lightning bugs, Vlad's release has added a hint of strawberries to the mix. He wonders if he can add more. Cold crystal gathers on the tip of his tail. It coats the edges and fills out the dimensions, rendering the sharp edges smooth. When there's enough, his tail tip weighs a few extra pounds, but is nice and rounded. He's careful to avoid adding too much. He doesn't want it too big. He just wants enough to play with.
Vlad is so distracted by being scented that he doesn't notice when his legs are pushed apart. Danny switches his hold to gently grip his jaw, tilting his head forward so that he can get in even closer, and Vlad still isn't alerted. So he goes for it.
Ice, hard and cold, plunges into his body with enough force to push him into the armrest and Vlad shouts.
"What are you doing?! You can't jus-" the chill engulfs him from the inside and he gasps for air as patches of frost creep up his neck. His core spins faster in his chest to compensate and it melts away, but what presses against his cervix retains its shape anyway, and he's too full.
Scrambling for purchase, or trying to get away, he's not sure, "Tell me you didn't!" because if that part of the boy is that cold, then he needs to rethink everything.
He's allowed to shift backward to see. Almost immediately, he realizes he can separate himself from the younger halfa's hold.
"You really didn't... Then what did you..." his eyes run along the other's frame, where he follows the path of the appendage he's been intermittently studying for the last few years.
"Oh god..."
Cyan irises burn bright in their glare, and the tail jerks just enough to send sparks through his body.
"You are..." he takes a breath, "...you're just full of surprises, aren't you?"
Danny chitters in response, clearly pleased with himself. He then pulls the man into an embrace and lays back across the couch. Vlad finds himself draped over his form. Holding him close and slotting their legs together like perfect puzzle pieces, the youth gives another experimental thrust of his tail. Vlad shudders and his forehead thumps into Danny's chest, mewling helplessly into his shirt. The next thing he knows, he's rubbing against a firm thigh and clinging to him for dear life as whatever construct the boy has made out of his tail rams against his cervix.
It's not the same as being taken the way he was both dreading and hoping for, nor is it as deep as he knows he can take. But for now, riding the embers of his first orgasm and strung out on the flames of the next one incoming, it's more than enough.
The angle changes, experimenting with his insides and messing with frazzled nerves. The appendage slips in and out of him easily, more than adequately lubricated by the mess he's been made into. He catches a passing glimpse of what the youth has been shoving into him. Overall, it's conical in shape, with a rounded tip to prevent harm. He thinks he sees ribbing, but he doesn't get to see it long enough before it's back inside of him again.
Somewhere in the pleasurable squall, as his loins begin to twist in his lower back for a second time, he's aware that he's the only one to have gotten anything out of this night so far. Don't get him wrong, having the focus shifted on his needs is really, really nice. But it's still unfair to his doting partner. Even if he doesn't realize it.
His spine doesn't know whether to arch or curl. His toes dig into the surface of the couch beneath them for purchase. He can't tell if he should be worried about things bruising as the onslaught gathers speed and strength. His nails curl into the fabric of Danny's shirt and he gives his hips a twist to complement a particular thrust, and the change in friction against his sore clit paints stars in his eyelids. He keeps the motion going until he can't take it anymore.
The pace picks up where he can't. Harder, faster, rougher, wider. He swears the construct is growing.
"Dan- Daniel..." he wheezes as claws twist into his scalp.
The thigh he's rubbing against presses into him harder, smearing his fluids everywhere.
The angle shifts once more and he comes undone. His walls seize around Danny's tail. His hips falter and shiver on Danny's thigh. His release weeps out around the sides of the freezing intrusion. It moves one last time, digging into his cervix with a hard shove. To be certain that he doesn't have anything left to give.
"Take it out!"
It wiggles around some more and he yelps.
"I can't! Daniel, please!" he cries into the chest beneath him, and his legs give a violent tremor, "I can't! Please! Stop!"
Danny purrs beneath him and a hand reaches through his hair to urge him to look up. Ocean and ice cross paths in the dark. The touch is gentle. It settles his nerves. Mellows his heart. Vlad leans into it, absorbing the cold to ease his overworked core. And then, Danny smirks.
Vlad's eyes widen, "NO, WAI-"
-The appendage wrenches free from his body all at once.
Orgasmic fluid blended with cold water spatters across the couch. Some hits the armrest he was just leaning against minutes ago, and as his eyes roll back into his skull, some even strikes the wall behind him.
His whole body gives out. The world simply blinks off.
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...Danny lays there and holds Vlad close for two hours. Vlad doesn't move or twitch. His heart beats. A little. Not a lot.
Danny spends those hours casually licking his tail clean, as slow as he can, savoring his work. He works the ice down with each lick. It takes a while to get to the black flesh of his tail. He could let it all melt away. He thought about it. It would have been faster. But...
'Wasteful.'
'Wasteful.
It's a treat, after all.
Carting Vlad's limp corpse up to his room is easy. Great care is taken in every motion. From cradling him in his arms to pushing the blankets aside and laying him down in his bed. He carefully rests his head against the pillow, aware of his horns, and even neatens his hair out so it won't be tangled anymore than it already is come morning.
When he finally thinks it's enough, when he's sure he's tucked the other halfa into bed properly...
'What about us?'
He blinks as he realizes he's still hard. He hadn't thought to take care of them at all. He'd been too busy toying with the man.
'...we proofed the demo. Wanna try it?'
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