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Welcome to my Phantasy	By : Slick Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Welcome to my Phantasy

To Danny Fenton at that moment in time, nothing looked more enticing than his bed. He just wanted to crawl under the covers and fall asleep, consequently forgetting about the beating from Dash Baxter and his gang and the fights he’d had with several ghosts whilst his own father threatened to dissect him in the background. Of course, his father had no way of knowing that the white haired ghost he was yelling abuse at was actually his son, but even so, the words hurt sometimes.

His life was so crowded with different things that sometimes he forgot what it was like to just be normal, sometimes he thought that things like maths and sports day didn’t matter but there was always someone there to pull him back to that part of his reality. Usually it was Sam or Tucker, though sometimes it was someone else and the pull was a lot less pleasant.

Now though, all he wanted was to forget all about his troubles as soon as his head hit the pillow and he fell into the land of sleep. It was the one place where ghosts, Dash, Lancer or anyone couldn't find him but still sometimes his worries from the day plagued him there, as a constant reminder. He didn’t care that it was almost midnight and that he was still fully dressed, he just wanted to lose himself. He wanted…he wanted more than anything to lose himself…

Without a second thought he pitched forwards onto his mattress, and lay there for a long moment, eyes open and staring at his pillow before he tugged himself up onto the bed properly and closed his eyes. Sleep…

But as always, fate had other ideas.

“Don’t you ever get frustrated, Danny?”

Danny’s mind registered the words in his half asleep state and he mumbled without thinking, “Frustrated about what?”

“About everything. About your life, about the pain and the lack of pleasure.” The voice was soft, and a tender note ran through its tone gently.

And Danny’s eyes snapped open in the darkness of his room. His head jerked up as he looked wildly to his left, seeing the familiar ghostly white glow of his ghost counterpart illuminating his tangled duvet and still fully clothed form. Danny blinked twice, unsure if he was actually seeing his Phantom form before him, sat cross-legged at the end of his bed, or whether he really had fallen asleep and this was some bizarre dream that he was going to forget about by morning.

“H-how-”

His phantom side smiled, and for one fleeting second, Danny was sure that there was something wicked in the expression, “This isn’t really real, but it isn’t really a dream. Think of it as something in between, think of it as the twilight. I’m here, before you and yet…I’m not.” The phantom rested his elbow on his knee and placed his head in his hands, “But don’t you get frustrated at the true reality? At the mundane pain that you suffer over and over. Tucker and Sam don’t really understand, you know. They can never understand, after all, they’re only human.”

Danny stared, disconcerted at the words coming out of his phantom’s mouth.

It was worse to see how ethereal the white hair and the glowing green eyes looked in the blackness of his room. He really was a ghostly apparition, and yet, he was real enough to touch. It was like looking in a mirror, and whilst Danny found he couldn’t tear his eyes away, it certainly sent chills up and down his spine.

“No answer to that, hmm?” There was a playful lilt to the ghost’s tone that set Danny’s nerves on edge. He’d never used that tone himself, and so wasn’t quite sure what it entailed. But it made him realise that the phantom before him, was not him. It, he…had a separate conscience and it unnerved him.

“Look…um, me…you…” Danny floundered, uncertain about what to call the ghost of himself, after all, they had never really been separated before, and when they had, it hadn’t been like this and they hadn’t needed to address each other.

His white haired double took pity on him and smiled, “Why don’t you just call me ‘Phantom’?” he offered.

Danny blinked, “But…isn’t that a bit weird?”

The phantom’s head lifted slightly and the smile became more pronounced, “Would you prefer to call me Danny?”

He’s mocking me. Danny realised with a sinking feeling, and unchecked a light flush bloomed across his cheeks, “Ah…No. It’s alright….Phantom.” And it felt so strange saying that, acknowledging his ghost form as another person. As another entity. It was strange, creepy, thrilling…

“I knew you’d see it my way.” and the Phantom stopped talking and seemed to focus on the room he was in, as if just noticing where he was, “I’ve never seen this room through eyes that aren’t yours before.” he said softly, dropping his hands to the duvet and stroking the fabric absent mindedly.

Danny watched his phantom for a long while, on edge and confused as to how content the other seemed to be just examining his room. It made him very uncomfortable. He cleared his throat loudly, “Um…why are you here? What do you want?”

For a moment the glowing green eyes looked up and Danny saw a flash of surprise, followed by that familiar wicked grin, “Don’t you know?” asked the white haired ghost, voice low and oddly husky, “I only want what you want.”

Danny blinked, missing the tone completely, “Oh. Well, I don’t want anything.” Though he did wonder if he asked for something whether his ghost form would bring it to him. He shifted slightly, so he was sat with his back against the wall, perfectly parallel with his other self. “So I guess you can go.”

The phantom smiled and uncurled his legs. But instead of making to stand up, he turned onto his knees and crawled towards Danny slowly.

Danny watched, perplexed as his ghost form slunk towards him with barely concealed grace. He swallowed nervously when the phantom stopped about seven inches away from him.

“You don’t really think you don’t want anything, do you?”

Danny stared, eyes wide, “What?”

“You forget, Danny, that in a sense, I am you and so I know exactly what you want.”

Danny’s eyebrows rose. This had to be a dream, and it was turning out to be one of the weirdest ones he had ever had. “Wait-what do you mean you know exactly what I -mph!” any further words were cut off as a pair of gloved but cool hands fastened around Danny’s shoulders, seconds before a pair of cold lips pressed against his own, an icy tongue forcing it’s way inside.

Danny froze at the sensation, of the cold touch that left a trail of fire in its wake, and then the truth of the situation hit him and he gave a muffled shriek and shoved his phantom form away with all his might. The ghost landed lightly on the duvet before him as Danny wiped his mouth with the back of a shaky hand.

“Wh-what the hell are you doing?!”

An unnerving stare, “Nothing you don’t want me to.”

“Are you out of your - our - mind?!” Danny hissed, flattening himself as best he could against the wall behind him.

The phantom reached up a hand and brushed back a few strands of white hair, “You’re the one pushing me away.”

“That’s because you’re molesting me!”

“I’m not molesting you. I’m giving you what you want!”

Danny gaped at his other form before his face flushed again, brighter this time, “And what makes you think I want myself? I am not that narcissistic! Answer me that!”

“Of course you’re not narcissistic.” agreed the phantom before him, “I’m just here to relieve your frustration. I suppose you’d take it off anyone, but it’s better to take it off me than Tucker or Sam right? After all, friendship never lasts relationships.” And he reached out a ghostly hand to touch Danny.

Danny inched backwards are far as he could go, avoiding the searching touch, “Okay! You’re crossing like, one million and one boundaries here and sounding like a rent boy at the same time! I am not frustrated and I do not need you to help relieve said frustration! Now…will you please leave my room, or my dream…or whatever it is that you’re in!”

The phantom stared at him through lidded eyes, “And if I say ‘no’?”

Danny scowled, “Then- I’m goin’ ghost!”

Only nothing happened.

Danny stared down at himself in disbelief, and then he glanced up at the ghost before him, who was positively howling with laughter, “What? What happened? Why can’t I transform?”

“You can’t turn into me when I’m right here!” chided the Phantom, shaking his head as the last of his wry chuckles began to subside, “Really, I thought you were intelligent for a human, and then you go and do something like this.”

“What?” Danny’s stomach muscles clenched, “So…I-I can’t go ghost?”

“No.” purred the Phantom seductively, slinking forwards yet again, “You’re completely human here, and completely at my mercy. Sit back, relax, who knows, you might enjoy yourself.”

Danny tried to shrink even further back against the wall behind his bed as the Phantom moved forwards suddenly, looming over him with that same wicked grin. Swallowing slightly he shifted, dismayed to find himself abruptly pinned down by his ghost’s conveniently corporeal form. “Uh…”

“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”

Danny’s lips parted, ready to protest or question the seemingly innocuous reassurance, but all of his words died on the tip of his tongue when he got distracted by a white gloved hand brushing against his crotch in a decidedly teasing manner.

He stiffened, his mind recoiling from the contact despite his body’s very different reaction.

A breath hissed out between his teeth. “Stop that.” he demanded, a blush spreading once again across his face as he squeaked out the second word.

The grin that the phantom gave him sent shivers crawling up and down his spine. “No, no I don’t think I will, somehow.” and to Danny’s discomfort, the hand that had so teasingly touched between his legs suddenly became transparent and phased through the fabric of his jeans.

Danny’s hips gave an involuntary jerk as he felt the icy fingers of the other take solid form once more, against his skin, along the insides of his thighs. “Ah- what are you doing?!”

To begin with the white haired teenager above him didn’t reply and merely smiled widely and curled his fingers around the awakening arousal that he found, until eventually he said, “What does it feel like, Danny?”

“It…It feels…very wrong!” Danny bit out, forcing himself to hold still.

“Well then, doesn’t that make it all the more exciting?”

“No!” howled Danny, torn between the sudden fear that gripped him and the strange heat that suddenly seem to alight inside his veins and travel along his flesh. It felt strange and unfamiliar. It made him want something…something…he didn’t know what. He struggled suddenly, wanting to get away from the feeling, certain he shouldn’t be feeling anything of the sort, least of all with a ghost version of himself, “Get off me! Let me go! I don’t want this!” His counterpart would listen to him…surely?

“Don’t worry.” the white haired one whispered, leaning down to trace the rim of Danny’s ear with his cool tongue, “I can change your half of our mind.” and with those damning words, the phantom shifted and crushed his mouth over Danny’s, biting down on the lower lip in an attempt that proved successful in opening the reluctant mouth.

Danny’s hands immediately went to the phantom’s chest, intent to push him away, but as they made contact with the suit that he was so used to wearing himself, the hand between his legs gave an agonisingly slow stroke and automatically Danny’s fingers curled in the fabric of the phantom’s clothes and his hips bucked upwards, rewarding him with another dose of delicious friction.

The cry that bubbled up from his lips was swept away by the snow cold tongue that was already plundering his mouth without mercy. It seemed strange to him that something that was so cold could make him so hot.

He felt the phantom’s other hand trailing up his shirt, fingers gliding across his shivering skin. He should stop it now. He knew that. He knew that what was happening was wrong on so many different levels, but it felt as if he was waiting for something, wanting something though he didn’t know what.

But…

He managed to tear his mouth away, and his breath came in harsh gasps, “No… no… don’t do this.”

“Shh…its okay.” murmured the phantom against his neck, “Just go with the flow.” and the chilled hand ghosted over a nipple, tweaking it into hardness with a raw cold that wracked Danny’s frame with a shiver, even as his spine arched suddenly and a low breathy gasp escaped him, “Just like that.” smiled his ghost form, “Just like that.”

“N-No…I-I…”

“No?” and the ghost’s tone dropped an octave, sounding positively dangerous. “No? But I’m only giving you pleasure, why are you denying it? I can prove to you how good it would feel.” and he pulled his hand from beneath Danny’s shirt and phased his other one back out from under the jeans.

Danny struggled slightly and blushed even more as he realised his trousers were now just a little bit tighter than they had been before, and without the firm touch of the cold fingers, his hips thrust upwards of their own accord, searching for the cold warmth that had been there only moments before.

“What…what are you…” he was so wrapped up in the sensations roaring through his system that he only half registered the phantom’s hands making fast work of the button and zipper on the front of his jeans. The bed moved slightly and the ghost shifted position. Cold fingers fastened around his upper thighs and Danny blinked, confused and disorientated by what was happening to him.

The phantom licked his lips.

Danny suddenly had a very graphic image of what was about to happen to him, and he hated his body for getting excited at the thought. “No…no….no don’t!” he cried, but his cries fell on deaf ears, for seconds later the phantom’s head descended and Danny felt a wet cold heat swallow the tip of his erection and a howl broke free from his lips and he bucked violently against the hands that held him down, “OH GOD!”

The phantom made a pleased sound at the cry, and the vibration from his tongue travelled up the now completely hard length, eliciting another moan from the human boy.

Danny shook his head frantically from side to side, tears welling as the talented mouth of his other suckled at his tip, the tongue lapping skilfully at the slit, “No, Phantom, please…stop it!” his words were broken and jumbled and he reached down with his hands to push the head and mouth away from him, and nearly wailed in despair when they passed right through, giving him nothing but air to grab on to.

The phantom paused, and looked up at Danny through a white fringe, “You know, I’m much more in control of my powers than you are. I can phase parts of my body and keep the other parts solid. You can’t push me away.” the words trembled along the now throbbing member and he continued his ministration when he heard a strangled moan from his victim.

Danny’s hands continued to try and push at the head, and still they only met air, even as the suction on his cock continued to a maddening degree, he closed his eyes and his legs trembled and spasms ran up and down his frame. What could he do? He couldn’t stop the ghost…and…it was too hard to ignore… “Please…” he begged pitifully, “Please…” His hands suddenly shot to the duvet and curled into it as the white head between his legs jerked forwards, taking the rest of him in and sucking hard, “AH!” he screamed, biting down hard on his lips and something stirred inside of him, something that enjoyed what was happening to him, “Ah…oh god…no…” and even as he protested, the phantoms lips began to slide up and around the straining cock, in a strangely hypnotic fashion.

Danny’s eyes clenched shut tightly, his fingers curled further into the fabric on his bed sheets and his mouth parted in a gasping breath.

“Ngh…Ph…pha…ah!” his back arched uncontrollably. Something was coming; the muscles in his stomach were tightening, ready. Ready for something that he needed, something... “I…I’m-” And then…the sucking stopped. And the mouth withdrew.

Danny gave a gasp of surprise and flopped back against the wall, completely confused and now he really was frustrated, He raised his gaze to the phantom slowly only to find the white haired ghost staring at him with an odd half smile.

“You wanted me to stop, right?”

Danny made a strangled noise in his throat, thrown completely because he wasn’t sure if that was what he wanted…

The phantom leaned forwards, so that his breath danced across Danny’s now clammy skin, “What’s the matter Danny. Did you want something?” he trailed the tip of his cold finger along the underside of the glistening length, “You seem so…unsatisfied.”

A hiss escaped Danny’s lips, his mind in turmoil. It was so wrong….and before he’d realised that he was speaking, he had murmured, “Please…” to his counterpart. The finger stilled on his erection, “Please!” he hissed again, slightly louder as his hips bucked again, “I…I…” He didn’t know what he wanted, he didn’t know if this was real or whether it was a dream, but, he knew that he wanted something and unfortunately it seemed only his ghost side was around to give it to him. “I…I want…”

“What do you want?” a fist closed around him, making his moan and arch back, “Tell me.”

“I...I don’t know!” he choked, thrashing under the other, skin hot and glistening with sweat, “I don’t know!” and he hated the fact that the words almost came out as a sob, “I just…I just…”

“You just know that you want it, whatever it is, really bad.” The phantom nodded in what seemed like understanding, but then he frowned softly, eyes dimming, “I could give you what you want, but we both know that you don’t want it from me.”

Danny let out a whimper as the cool hands started to withdraw from his body completely. His body ached for the touch of the cool fingers in a way that made him hurt more than he had ever felt before. His breaths were coming in harsh pants that rattled up from his lungs and his vision was clouded with want and need, and his body trembled…

The phantom made to rise from the bed.

Danny acted on instinct and desperation and before his mind even fully registered what his body was doing, he had lunged forwards to latch his hands around the phantom’s wrists, “NO!” he cried desperately, trying to prevent the other from leaving, “You can’t go! You can’t leave!”

The phantom looked down at him coolly, “Why not?”

The question was blunt and Danny bit his lip, “Because…because I need…” he didn’t know what to say, truthfully, because he had never been in this situation before, nor had he experienced the feelings he was suffering with now. Sensations were clouding his thoughts with lust, and his mind was anything but coherent. He didn’t know what to say to make the other stay.

“Because you need me?” asked the phantom, smiling, “Because you want me so much that it hurts?” he looked hard at Danny, eyes starting to glow once again. “A few moments ago you were pushing me away and now you’re begging me to stay. You say you need something, but I don’t believe that you need me. You’ll have to prove it.” and his gaze traveled none too discreetly up and down Danny’s body.

Danny’s arousal twitched under the ghost’s intense glare and a frisson of excitement shot through him, forcing him to abandon all reason.

“Fine.” he bit out before he lunged at the phantom.

Their mouths crushed together with great force and their tongues mixed and danced with each other, sharing saliva and moans that made them both whine and groan with excitement.

Danny couldn’t focus on anything other than the sensations running rampant through his body as he felt one cool hand pull frantically at his shirt. He didn’t even realize how much time had elapsed as the phantom’s hands tore the clothes from him frenetically, pushing down what was left of his trousers. A hand wrapped around his waist and tugged his body against the other’s allowing him to feel that the ghost was excited as he was.

His bare skin reacted to being pressed up against the similarly aroused, and yet still clothed, body. “Oh God!” he cried, spine arching back as the hardness brushed against his own and he threw his head back, tearing his mouth from the phantom’s and exposing his neck to the other’s talented tongue. Danny buried his hands in the soft white hair, sure that if he didn’t hold on he would be lost.

“If you think I’m God, then we have a much bigger ego than I thought.” Murmured the phantom against his neck, as his tongue traced the column of the throat.

“G…uh...ah!”

Danny couldn’t control the mewling sounds that left his throat, and even though he knew that it must have been wrong on so many different levels, he couldn’t stop himself, each cold touch of the phantom’s sent fire roaring through his veins, but what they were doing wasn’t enough…he needed something more…and he didn’t know what. He let out a low groan as fingers danced across his bare chest with teasing feather light touches.

“Undress me.” commanded the ghost against his skin, “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

“Mmm…” murmured Danny as a thumb flicked against his right nipple and a gasp ripped its way from between his teeth as the phantom’s hips pressed into his in a strange rhythm. He let his hands trail down from the phantom’s hair until his fingertips brushed the clasp of the ghost suit.

He felt cold teeth graze his throat and he let out a strangled cry, his hands starting to shake as they pulled at the zipper at the back of his counterpart’s suit, dragging it down in a frantic move that revealed the cool pale flesh to the darkened room.

Danny felt the phantom push him back gently, and he landed back on the mattress with an almost silent thud, his legs parting automatically as a silent invitation for the other to settle between them. “I…I…Oh God…” the hand that had been around his waist drifted to between his thighs and stroked the heated skin there. “This…this feels incredible!” panted Danny as he ran his hands over the cool slick skin of his counterpart.

“And I haven’t even started yet.” Grinned the phantom, leaning back for a second to properly rid himself of the clothes that separated their bodies.

Danny’s eyes drank in the pale sight of his ghost form, of the ethereal and beautiful teenager knelt before him, and his gaze descended to the fully hard arousal that was in plain view, pointing towards him. He swallowed and a blush blossomed across his face, because he knew that he needed to feel the other, but he didn’t quite know how…it was all so new to him…

A slight green light bathed the room an iridescent colour and Danny’s eyes snapped up to see the phantom’s now bare hand covered in a familiar ghostly glow. Danny watched the wavering lines of the ghost magic for a moment before he raised his eyes to the other’s face.

“What-what are you doing?”

The phantom smiled, moving his fingers slightly as the glow turned to a liquid and slid across the skin of his hand. “Most people don’t know this, but ectoplasm is one of the best forms of lubrication.” And slowly, the hand lowered out of sight.

“Wha…what do you me-Argh!” Danny’s spine arched back abruptly as he felt the cold and painful feeling that was the phantom’s index finger slipping inside him. His body clenched automatically around the intrusion and he hissed, trying to pull away. The finger withdrew slightly, before it returned, pushing in again.

“Shh…relax, it’ll feel better soon.” soothed the phantom, his other hand moving to the insides of Danny’s thighs, teasing him with light touches, trying to distract him.

Danny felt another finger push its way in and he tried to force his body to relax, but it was hard, because it felt very weird and it hurt. He struggled slightly, afraid of the glittering look in the ghost’s gaze, “No, I wanna stop! I don’t-”

The fingers suddenly scissored inside of him and he shrieked, crying out to the darkness of his room as he writhed and clenched his eyes shut. His hands grabbed hold of the sheets beneath him, and his arms trembled.

“Just relax.”

A third finger also entered, filling him up. “No! Please….I can’t! ” The fingers withdrew suddenly and Danny exhaled. And then the fingers were pushed back in, deeper this time, “Uh…AH!” screamed Danny, hips jerking as the pain burned his insides, “Please! Stop! It hurts!” he arched his spine back, trying to evade the fingers, but they just kept pressing in, deeper and deeper, “No…no please stop!”

In reply the fingers withdrew again, only slower and then returned. They began to pump in and out of him with a slow rhythm, stretching him, hurting him even though the pain was starting to ease.

Danny looked up, and saw the harrowing green eyes of his other self staring down at him, and tears filled his vision, “Why are you doing this?” he choked, shaking his head and struggling, despite the fact that he was pinned in place by a sudden vice like grip on his waist. “Please, I want to stop…”

“No.” replied the phantom simply, and he curled his fingers suddenly.

Heat lanced through Danny and he threw his head back and screamed in surprise as something akin to a fire ignited inside him, as soon as it arrived it vanished as the fingers moved and his hips jerked violently up to meet the other’s hand as it withdrew again. “N…uh ah…Ah!”

“See, I told you it’d feel better.” Murmured the phantom, pushing his hand forwards again.

Danny shook his head violently, eyes still clenched shut, “Why….why don’t you listen to me… I…I want to stop…” though he couldn’t deny how he writhed and whimpered every time those cool fingertips brushed that spot inside him, eliciting cries from him that made him feel ashamed and aroused at the same time.

The phantom leaned over him, catching his teeth briefly on Danny’s swollen and glistening lips, before he smiled, “But you wanted this. You didn’t want me to go. Besides, didn’t you want to lose yourself?” and the last word was punctuated with a thrust of the phantom’s hand.

Danny mind heard the echo of what he had been thinking just before he’d fallen onto his bed, and then felt the stab of wild pleasure inside him and he opened his mouth to say something, but only a shriek emerged. His legs bent at the knees automatically and he tried to push his hips up.

The fingers left him.

“No…” Danny choked, unsure about what he was protesting about, “Ph…ah…”

A hand trailed down the side of his face, stroking his sweat slicked skin almost lovingly, “You wanted to lose yourself, I know.” He whispered softly, “I heard your thoughts.”

Danny whined, hips shifting slightly, his whole body aching and coiled, whatever he needed, he knew he needed it now, his face flushed even more, “I….” but he couldn’t form the words, the power of speech was lost to him. His eyelids drooped slightly, his gaze hazy from need.

“I can take you away from reality, Danny.” The phantom coaxed, “I can make everything okay, you just have to let me. You just have to lose yourself in me.”

To Danny there was no difference between the phantom’s words and the heat that was roaring through his insides. He wanted to lose himself, wanted what the other promised. His eyes closed, exhaustion and frustration making him tired.

“No, don’t close your eyes.” And the phantom’s hand cupped his chin, “Eyes open.”

Danny’s eyes flickered upwards with much effort, a hand brushed past his cock and his body jerked, “A…ah…” he groaned out, thrashing back against the mattress.

“Lose yourself in me.” Offered the phantom seductively, trailed his hand down to his own erection, coating it with what was left of the glowing ectoplasm on his hand, “Let me rid you of your frustration.”

Danny’s mind was still trying to get the words he was hearing into some sort of order, when his lips parted and an answer came out into the darkness, unbidden, but not unwanted, “’kay…” and as the word left his parted lips, he felt the now familiar feel of the phantom’s cool hands on his waist. “Mmhmm…” He was barely aware of his legs being pulled upwards, so that they draped over his ghost form’s cold slick shoulders. “Don’t hurt me…” he breathed as he felt something hard nudge against his entrance.

“I won’t.”

Danny’s arms moved from his sheets and entwined themselves around the phantom’s neck, stroking the skin he found and hanging of for dear life. Then his ghost form shifted forwards. Danny let out a surprised gasp at the pain, and he immediately clenched his teeth together, tightening his grip around the phantom and focusing on the cold hand still curled around the back of his thigh. “G...ah…” he growled out between his teeth, trying to push himself down into the mattress.

“Sh…” soothed the ghost above him, not halting his progress, pressing deeper.

Danny stared up into the phantom’s glowing green eyes fiercely until the other finally came to rest, buried to the hilt inside him. It felt bizarre, to be sleeping with someone who in reality was himself. It felt bizarre to be sleeping with someone of the male gender anyway, ghost or not. His chest heaved, and tears caught on the edges of his eyelashes and his licked his swollen lips and said, accusingly, “You said you wouldn’t hurt me…”

The phantom’s grin was positively cruel, “Yes, but we don’t always tell the truth, now do we?” he asked, reaching out with his other hand to trace a line down Danny’s chest, “Really, I thought you knew better.”

Danny huffed slightly, and waited for the pain to start again, but to his surprise, the phantom didn’t move. He looked up, confused, to see his ghost form staring down at him intently, but not moving a muscle. And as the time slowly passed, Danny felt his body relax, growing accustomed to the intrusion. “Why…why aren’t you moving?” he asked croakily, wishing it was all over, and not wanting it to end at the same time.

The phantom’s lips captured his own briefly and he smiled, “I don’t want to hurt you.” And he used his icy cold tongue to lick away what was left of the tears that had gathered.

Danny scowled, shifting his head, “But…you said…”

The phantom looked slightly affronted as he placed a finger on Danny’s lips, preventing him from speaking, “I said we don’t always tell the truth. Most of the time we do though.” And he trailed his fingertip down Danny’s chin, down his neck and chest to the heat between his legs.

At the touch Danny jerked, and his eyes widened as he inadvertently buried the cock inside him even deeper, “…ngh!”

“I think you’re ready now.” Murmured the phantom, pulling away slightly.

Danny felt the other’s hand leave his arousal, and moments later the same hand buried itself in his hair, throwing strands of dark hair across his eyes, half obscuring his view. As the phantom withdrew, Danny found his body arching up, trying to stay with the other. The hand around his thigh tightened, and time seemed to slow down. He looked up into the eyes he knew were his own, and saw someone completely different.

And the ghost thrust into him.

“Uh…AH!” cried Danny, digging his fingers into the back of the phantom’s neck, pulling the white haired ghost closer to him, “Do that again…” he demanded softly, without even realising it.

“As you wish.” Came the soft reply.

The phantom started a slow rhythm, one that was gentle and passionate at the same time, and not what Danny had been expecting. He had expected his other to stick true to the persona he’d affected earlier in the night. He wasn’t prepared for how…wonderful…it felt.

Danny’s hands slid from the phantom’s neck to his shoulders as he let his body move in time to the slow thrusts. The sheets beneath him stuck to his skin with his sweat and all the while a pair of luminescent green eyes stared down at him.

“Enjoying yourself?” asked the phantom, strands of white hair dancing in front of his face as he moved.

“Oh…God…yes…”

“Hmm…” and Danny was only half aware of the ghost’s hand leaving his hair. He was fully aware when it clenched around his length seconds later and began to stroke gently in time to the thrusts, “How about that? Do you like that?”

Danny threw his head back into his pillow, mouth open, teeth bared, “Holy…fuck yes!”

“I thought so.”

The phantom continued with his ministrations, pumping in and out of the warm lithe body, hand stroking at the same teasing pace.

The pain that Danny had once felt was nothing but the shadow of a memory in his mind now. Everything was just a memory in his mind now…all that mattered was what was happening to him, as his hips rose and fell to meet the slow pushes of his ghost side.

Time elapsed slowly for Danny, seconds and minutes blurred together and seemed like hours and hours. He inhaled lungfuls of air, waiting for something to happen, he wasn’t sure what…but he knew that it should be happening and it wasn’t.

He locked gazes with the phantom again.

Something was building inside him, something that he knew would be amazing, but…it was _just_ building. Whatever it was that was rising inside him, that made his muscles want to clench, remained hovering just out of reach, kept away by the slow and considerate strokes.

“I…I…” he began, not sure what to ask for.

The phantom blinked, slowing his strokes for a moment when Danny spoke, “What’s wrong?”

At the decrease in the already slow speed, Danny’s hips bucked forwards violently, and as his body surged into the phantom’s slamming his hips into the other’s the cock inside of him brushed the same spot that the phantom’s cold fingers had touched not so long ago. “Uh…ah…ph…pha…”

“Do you want me to go faster?” a shifting of the hips position, a stab of wild delight.

“Oh…fucking he…yes! Oh GOD, yes!” screamed Danny, forcing his hips up against the phantom’s. As the length inside of him brushed that tender spot, that thing that was building inside of him came closer. He needed it. “Please…please Phantom… fa… faster!”

And true to his word, the phantom picked up his pace.

Danny’s back wrinkled the sheets on his bed, and they were dragged along with him as the frantic rhythm moved him back and forth. He bit his lip and dug his fingernails into the phantom’s skin, knowing that what he wanted was coming closer.

“Don’t bite your lip, let me hear you.” And the phantom’s lips crushed against his own, a cold tongue forcing its way inside. Danny returned the kiss eagerly as the phantom’s hands tightened around him, stroking harder, the movement erratic.

The phantom pounded him into the bed, thrust after thrust going deeper, striking deep inside him. Danny tore his mouth away and gave a low cry, “Oh…oh god…I…there’s…” he clenched his teeth, flexing his legs around the phantom’s shoulders, “Har…harder!”

The phantom’s hand left the back of his thigh and slammed into the mattress and Danny let out a keening sound as he realised the ghost was bracing himself.

“Ngh!” hissed Danny, arching into the other at the violent thrusts and pushes that were now rocking his bed, “It’s…I’m…” he threw back his head, screaming and moaning and crying nonsensical words as the very core of his being was brushed and stroked, “Ah…aah…” He felt it rising in him, a storm, a fireball, “I…it’s nearly….I- Oh God!” his eyes clenched shut, “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

“Danny…” murmured the phantom, and Danny recognised the hitch in the other’s voice, recognised the tremble that let him know his counterpart was feeling the same thing, “Danny…come for me!”

The powerful command in his phantom’s voice, coupled with the frantic strokes on his cock and the length pounding away inside of him, finally sent him spiralling over the edge, “Phantom… oh… ah… ah… God …YES!” His orgasm crested with all the ferocity of a tidal wave, spraying semen across his ghost form’s chest and hand. His cry faded out into a silent scream as the force of it propelled his hips forwards, and his muscles clenched tightly around the member inside of him.

Above him the phantom let out a guttural sound, and Danny felt himself filled with sudden warmth. His eyes flickered closed as the phantom’s hips slowed to a stop against his own. A few quiet seconds passed them both by before the phantom moved backwards, allowing Danny’s bare legs to slide from his shoulders.

Danny’s head was fuzzy, his body filled with a languid heat, and the sheets felt soft and damp beneath him. He drifted in and out of consciousness, muscles aching, mind and body exhausted. He felt, or he thought he felt a cold hand brush against his cheek. “Mmm…” he murmured, already half asleep.

“That’s it…sleep now.” A kiss was pressed to his forehead, and something dry and warm pulled over him, “Now you can sleep without worrying about anything else.”

Danny heard the words as if they were from a far distance, he mumbled a reply, or maybe he dreamt that he replied. Either way it didn’t matter, because he teetered on the edge of the realm of sleep and wondered if he would have a dream like that again.

Who knows?
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