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Dark Desires	By : TBrand Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Het- Male/Female Views: 8936 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Danny Phantom belongs to Butch Hartman, not me. This story is rated NC-17 by the Motion Picture Association of America for graphic depiction of sexual situations. I am a bad, bad fangirl. This is D/S... sort of... inspired by "The Ultimate Enemy" and the fact that I am a bit of a pervert. Yes, there are female perverts. Constructive criticism will be accepted. Flames will be used as hairdressing for Dan Phantom.

Dark Desire

Cliché as it might have been, it really was a dark and stormy night. Normally this was exactly the type of night Sam Manson enjoyed. Tonight, though, she'd spent hours arguing with the City Council over the proposed plans for a new landfill on the outskirts of town, and the drive through the rain-soaked streets had only intensified her exhaustion and tension. Right now, all she wanted was to get into something warm and fluffy, and curl up on the couch with a mug of soup and a mindless old movie. The light outside her apartment door buzzed and sputtered as she fumbled the key in the lock, but she paid it no attention, only thinking of getting inside.
"Finally," she groaned, pushing the door open and nearly stumbling across the threshold. Even in her tired state, though, she remembered to shoot the deadbolt and switch the Spectralarm on. She smiled wearily, remembering how Danny and Tucker had insisted on installing the thing the first day she'd moved into the apartment.
"You helped stop a lot of nasty ghosts during our high school days," Danny'd lectured, wearing that serious expression she found so adorable. "You may not work for FentonTech, but that doesn't mean you might not be a target for somebody who still remembers."
FentonTech. Funny, she thought, heading for the kitchen, how Amity Park's resident crackpot couple had become heads of the biggest company active in ghost-fighting research and development. Now in their fifties, Jack and Maddie were still actively designing their devices, but with a staff and a brand-new lab complex far beyond the old one. And they didn't go out chasing ghosts anymore... that was reserved for the field team. That was a job for Danny.
Danny... he'd changed so much in the past ten years. Sam sighed, thinking of her best friend. No longer a reluctant hero, he'd embraced both ghost fighting and his phantom side, throwing himself into his studies with a will, even going so far to major in parapsychology. Several business courses had given him the knowledge to turn his parents' tiny company into an actual corporation, freeing the two of them to concentrate on their real love, the science. And it was Danny who'd pulled together the field team from several Amity Park teens who'd found that little called to them after the excitement that had been high school.
And it was Danny, her same clueless best friend, who was driving her crazy! He'd lost interest in Paulina sometime during high school, but FentonTech and Phantom business had quickly and easily replaced the Queen Bee as his new obsession. He'd offered her a spot on the field team, of course, at its inception two years ago. But she'd refused, unable to take the idea of working with him every day, through danger and action, always close enough to touch... and never doing so. Because she couldn't bring herself to possibly ruin a wonderful friendship for what might turn out, in the end, to be a simple infatuated crush.
Enough. She was tired and her thoughts were wandering. What she needed right now was to finish the instant noodles and go change into her pajamas. There was a big, fluffy black velour robe waiting for her in her bedroom, a gift from Danny last Christmas. It was warm, and soft, and a hell of a lot more comfortable than the business clothes she was still wearing.
She was stripping off the suit jacket before she even entered the bedroom, tossing it over the nearest chair. Her flats were next, flying with practiced accuracy into her closet. Stopping in front of her dresser, she pulled the pins from her hair, letting it fall from its careful French roll. Closing her eyes, she ran her hands through her hair, stretching her spine, reveling in the feel of freedom.
"Hello, Sam."
The voice had her eyes flying open even as she spun around, heart pounding. It was familiar; she still heard it in her nightmares sometimes, even after ten years. But it wasn't possible; he was gone, wiped out of existence by the simple passage of time--
No. There he was, leaning casually against the wall, looking just as she remembered. White hair rippling like ectoplasmic flame, skin pale as death, and blood-red eyes, eyes that were currently regarding her with amusement. A flash of fang showed behind the sardonic smile as he waved nonchalantly.
Despite herself, Sam took a step backwards, eyes locked on the apparition before her. "You... you can't be here," she managed, finding her voice. "Danny can't become you, he's past that point. You shouldn't exist."
Dan Phantom rolled his eyes. "Oh, please," he sneered, folding his arms across his chest. "I went OUTSIDE of time. I'm divorced from my timeline. I EXIST, no matter what happens to the little twerp I used to be."
"So... how'd you get out?"
"What, you thought that little Thermos would hold me forever? I'm too strong for that. And once I broke out..." he examined his nails. "Let's just say Clockwork won't be making any last-minute saves this time."
Her jaw firmed. "And just how did you get into my apartment? The ghost shield... the Spectralarm..."
"Are both set to ignore Danny Phantom," he replied, as if explaining things to a third-grader. "And my ghost signature isn't exactly like his... but there's enough leeway left for his human half that I can slip through just fine."
She took a deep breath. "All right, then... why are you here? You said yourself; you don't have to make Danny turn into you to survive..."
At that, his fanged grin widened. "I came for you, Sam. Ten years of haunting, that timeless time stuck in the Thermos, all of it, I couldn't forget you. Smart. Beautiful. Tough. Perfect."
"Perfect?" she frowned. "For what?"
With ghostly speed, he was behind her, arms wrapped around her securely, but with no force. She felt hot breath hit her ear as he leaned into her slightly.
"You're a big girl now, Sam," he murmured. "Can't you guess?"
She could. His body was pressed against hers, surprisingly warm and solid, heat soaking through her blouse and skirt. And pressed against the small of her back... Blood rushed to her cheeks in a hot flood.
A low chuckle shook his frame, vibrating through her as well. "Feel what you do to me, Sam? Only you... it's only ever been you. Danny doesn't appreciate you like this... but I do. Come with me. Be my queen."
"Qu- queen?" Her head was spinning. "What... how..."
"Stand by my side. Rule with me. Make this world the way you want it... to destroy or build as we choose..." He was kissing her neck, now, brushing her hair out of the way to expose smooth, pale skin.
"I..." Her voice firmed. "No. I won't. You're not Danny... You're not what I want. THAT'S not what I want."
Another laugh ghosted past her ear as his hands moved to the collar of her blouse. "I'm sorry... did I give you the impression you had a choice?"
With an almost casual pull, he ripped her blouse apart, sending buttons flying. Sliding the shirt down to her wrists, a few quick twists of material bound her hands securely behind her.
"You're welcome to scream," he told her, his tone nonchalant as his hands moved to her breasts. "No one's going to hear anything that goes on in this apartment tonight."
Gloved hands found the clasp of her front-hook bra and opened it deftly, exposing bare skin to questing fingers. A bolt of sensation streaked through her, and Sam couldn't help herself... her head fell back against Dan's shoulder and she moaned.
"Like that?" he purred, amusement clear in his tone. "Let's see what else you like." One arm planted against the small of her back, he turned her to face him, free hand bending her backwards slightly, causing her chest to arc towards him. His red eyes seemed to glow as he took in the sight before him, and then lowered his mouth to her breasts.
The white-haired ghost moved from one breast to the other, kissing, licking, and suckling, tongue shifting between human and serpentine, sending bolt after bolt of pleasure through Sam, who'd given up on doing anything but simply feeling. She knew she should be fighting... struggling... something, but the constant stimulation made it too hard to think, and the position she was in didn't give her much leverage, either.
Pulling back, Dan's gaze traveled over his prey, taking in her flushed, dazed expression with obvious satisfaction.
"You look kind of dizzy, Sam," he commented. "Maybe you'd better lay down..." Sweeping her off her feet, he laid her carefully on the bed, crawling up until he knelt astride her hips. He straightened, peeling off first gloves, then shirt, red eyes never breaking from dazed violet.
Sam's breath caught in her throat. She'd realized he was impressively built, but seeing it through the spandex wasn't quite the same. Danny, on the rare times she'd seen him shirtless, was lean, chiseled... Dan was massive. For the first time in a long time, Sam realized, she was completely helpless... totally at the mercy of the ghost above her. The thought was terrifying, yes... but somewhere in the back of her mind, it was arousing, too.
Following the line of her gaze, Dan chuckled. "You like what you see, don't you, Sam? You want this. Deep down, you always have, no matter how much you fight it... For Danny to forget all his gentlemanly ways, all his worries and what-ifs, and just TAKE what he wants from you. And now, you get your wish. You're alone, you're helpless, and you're MINE." Leaning down, he caught her mouth in a fierce, penetrating kiss.
Even knowing it was futile, Sam struggled, tried to free her hands from their bindings beneath her. Dan's answering chuckle was felt more than heard as his chest pressed against hers, his body weight easily keeping her pinned to the mattress. One hand slowly slid up the outside of her thigh, beneath her skirt, until it rested on her hip. For a moment, he simply held her against him, pressing her hips to his as he continued the kiss. Then, with a yank, he ripped her panties away, tossing them into a corner of the room.
Breaking from the kiss, he moved down her body, planting kisses on the skin of her stomach. Occasionally he brushed his fangs lightly against her, teasing bites too soft to break the skin, pushing her skirt up around her waist as he did so.
Propping his chin on one hand, Dan looked lazily up at Sam, who stared at him through unfocused violet eyes. "You know," he told her, his voice now almost a growl, "I have to say, you look good enough... to eat." He licked his lips, tongue lengthening into its serpentine form, and her breath caught as she realized what he meant. Then he was parting her legs, hands pulling her hips almost roughly into position.
At the first touch of that tongue against her core, Sam felt her eyes roll back in her head and her vision went dark. Even if she'd had the presence of mind to struggle now, she would have been unable to, held securely as she was. His tongue probed everywhere, licking from lips to her clitoris, and even slipping inside her. Sam gave up trying to hold back her cries, head thrashing from side to side as wave after wave of heat spread through her. The fire grew and concentrated, until the tiny knot of flame exploded, sweeping over her in an intense orgasm.
For a long moment, she could only breathe, riding the crest of the pleasure rushing through her. As she came back to herself, Sam became aware of Dan Phantom watching her with a smugness that was entirely satisfied male. Seeing her eyes begin to focus, his smile widened and became predatory.
"Now...style='mso-spacerun:yes'> it's my turn," he growled. Climbing off the bed, he stood, divesting himself of boots and pants, until he stood fully naked before her, and fully aroused.
Sam's eyes widened and she swallowed hard as a sudden thrill of fear raced through her. She hadn't seen a lot of cocks in her life, and none actually in live use, but she'd seen enough to know that Dan's matched the rest of him... large, hard, and solid. And somehow, she had a feeling that he wasn't going to be particularly gentle with her, even if it was her first time.
"Please..." The word, almost a whimper, escaped before she really even thought. His sardonic smile widened, and she realized the plea had only aroused him further.
"Afraid?" he mocked, crawling back onto the bed. "I didn't think you ever begged, Sam... What happened to the proud girl with the spine of steel?" He bit her shoulder lightly and she shuddered violently, gasping in shock.
This time, his chuckle was almost demonic. "Fear only makes you burn hotter, Sam. That's why you want it. That's why you want THIS. And I'm going to give you exactly what you want."
Slipping down her body, he knelt between her legs, spreading them wide across the bed. One finger slipped inside, testing, stretching. Slowly, he moved it back and forth, drawing a moan from Sam. The finger was joined by a second, then a third, filling her. His thumb reached up to rub against her clitoris, sending shocks of sensation through her. He continued to play her body until her head was thrashing back and forth on the pillow and her juices were flowing freely over his hand. Drawing back, he positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his shaft barely brushing her.
"Brace yourself," he growled, and thrust.
Sam howled in a mixture of pain and pleasure, the sensation of being filled and stretched overwhelming. After such an active youth, her hymen was practically non-existent, but her body protested, unused to such invasions. Dan locked his mouth to hers, swallowing her cries, holding her to him and giving her time to adjust. Finally, her hips hitched unconsciously against his, and he began to move. He pulled back, almost pulling out, then slammed forward again, burying himself to the hilt. Steadily his thrusts gained in speed until he was almost pounding into her. Her hands strained against their bonds, reminding her of her helplessness, and once again, the thrill of fear brought with it a rush of arousal. Sam felt the fire growing inside her, and she wrapped her legs around Dan's hips as she felt herself slip over the edge. He followed quickly, sinking fangs deeply into the fleshy part of her shoulder.
For a long moment, all was still except for the sound of Sam's heavy breathing. Pulling away, Dan rolled off her, propping his head on one hand as he gazed at her with a smug smirk.
"So... what do you have to say now, Sam?" he drawled, one finger idly tracing the bruise his bite had left on her shoulder.
Sam blinked. "I think my arms are asleep," she managed finally. He chuckled, rolling her over and releasing the bonds. To her surprise, he even helped her massage some feeling back into them.
"You didn't answer my question, Sam. Be my queen?"
She stretched her arms experimentally, and then shook her head, one hand sliding beneath her pillow. "To be honest... I don't think so." Throwing the pillow off the bed revealed a Fenton Thermos, already glowing in readiness. Dan's expression barely had time to change before he was sucked into the confines of the cylinder.
Capping the container, Sam smirked. "Fenton Thermos Mk II," she told it. "You're not getting out of THAT so easily." Sighing, she laid back against the pillows, noting idly that Dan's discarded clothing had evaporated. That... hadn't exactly been the way she'd planned to deal with her frustration over Danny... but it had worked. Now she just had to come up with a good story to tell Danny and Tucker in the morning... Giggling softly, she slid beneath the covers and drifted off to sleep.
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