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Reunion	By : Loquora Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5280 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- 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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AN: Written as a response to a challenge from Kunitsu. There will be more chapters, and some smut. But so far this is just set up. And in case anyone doesn't know what they're getting into here this is MALE X MALE. If you don't like it, I suggest you read something else.

It should be self explanatory, but each chapter is told in first person, first from Danny's POV then Vlad's.

Chapter 1

I didn’t think after all these years I would be so unable to shake you. After we first met I knew you were trouble, but I didn’t realize how deep your kind of trouble ran. It’s been five years since I last saw you, but you’re in my mind everyday. Sometimes, you’re even in my dreams. How hard do you think that was for me?

At first it was just little things. I would dream of the times we used to fight. Not often at first, but then as my life got more and more complicated I kind of wished I had simple fights again. It was so easy when it was just you and me. Black and white, good and bad, just the two of us fighting to determine one winner. Life never makes decisions that easy. But gradually that dream faded away.

I got so wrapped up in things after that, I almost forgot about you completely. Then one night not so long ago I dreamed of you again.

At first I refused to believe it. It was just one of those weird things your brain throws at you when you least expect it. Maybe it was my teenage hormones get out of control. But then the more it happened the more I had to stop and think about why. And I realized; no one else had ever really understood me. Not the way you did, not the way you could. How that made me so horny I guess I may never know.

You took care hiding yourself away, even going so far as to make a good name for yourself in this little secluded town. Who would ever suspect that a man who once tried to rule the world would be helping a bunch of simple farm folk? I guess I should be glad that you’re not causing trouble, but there’s still a part of me that misses fighting you.

I scouted this out countless times before, always from as far away as I could stand. I wouldn’t know what to do if you caught me spying on you. But I’m not afraid anymore. I want to see you. The fact that I can’t seem to stay away must mean something, right?

I know that right about now you will be sitting in your study reading a book and drinking what is probably some very expensive liquor. I want to dip my fingers in your glass so I can taste it myself. Or maybe I will just lick your lips to get the taste from there.

Here I go, losing focus. I have to be able to talk to you first, then maybe if hell has frozen over I will get to live out just a little of one of my fantasies. I’m always missing the point of things, or at least that’s what Sam is always telling me. Correction. That WAS what she used to tell me. That was one of the last things she said to me when she left too, that I had missed the point of our relationship.

That was the moment when I told myself I would never jump into bed with a friend again. Well, maybe if we became friends after we jumped into bed, but never before. There are too many other expectations and everything else gets in the way. I like simplicity. Or maybe I just don’t like having conversations where the words don’t mean as much as the subtext. Girls are all about subtext, and trust me, they do not take it well when you tell that that if you rearrange the letters in subtext you can spell butt sex. There goes my focus again.

Maybe I should just prove I have some balls, even if they are half ghost. That reminds me of some other things girls don’t take too well. But I’m getting close to you now and I don’t want to be distracted by those memories.

You look so calm right now, and I’m almost too content watching you to interrupt. Almost.

I do you the courtesy of knocking on the door instead of just walking through a wall. For some reason I want to prove to you that I’m not the impulsive boy I once was. My heart is racing and I have to fight hard to not disappear on your doorstep. I can hear your footsteps coming closer and I have that moment when I know this is the stupidest idea I have ever had.

You open the door and it’s all I can do to keep breathing. You look so good up close. Even though you’re looking at me like you’re going to slam the door in my face. I feel the silly smile creep onto my face before I can stop it, god I must look like an idiot.

You must agree because you actually do slam the door in my face now.

~*~*~*~

My god, am I really becoming a drunk? I don’t think I’ve been going through more brandy than usual lately. But seeing the very boy I had just been thinking of standing on my step looking like a fool makes me wonder. Besides, how idiotic. If it really was The Ghost Boy of my imagination why would he be knocking on my door instead of just walking in like the impulsive imp he always was?

My hand twitches on the door handle, and it takes all of my self control not to open the door again. I know how desperate I am to see that young righteous face staring back at me and that just makes me worry more about my sanity.

“Get a hold of yourself Plasmius,” I say trying to knock myself back into the here and now.

“You call yourself Plasmius when no one else is around?”

The boy is leaning against the door frame at the end of the hall. Same white hair, same green eyes but his clothes look like he’s grown out of the super hero pajama phase. Good, that one piece never flattered him the way it should have. Now he looks like he might be able to throw a jacket over shoulder and pose for a cologne advertisement.

I won’t give him the satisfaction of a response. What business is it of his what I call myself? I have thought of myself as Plasmius for a long time, longer than this brat has even been on this earth! I brush past him back into my library with the intension of ignoring him and reading my book. There’s still a chance this illusion is entirely in my mind, in which case it’s better to ignore it.

“Sorry, it’s just funny to me, I guess.” The boy/figment says. Even if he is in my mind he still sounds like an awkward teen. Although, he doesn’t look like a boy anymore. He’s taller now and doesn’t have the look that he will trip over his own feet.

He’s floating now, ghost tail and all, and sort of circling near the fire that I habitually light in the fireplace.

“I never really thought about it, but I guess I just call myself Danny when I want to talk to myself. Not that I talk to myself often, but sometimes you just have to, you know? Well, yeah, you know, you just did it. Damn, I don’t mean that like you’re crazy and talking to yourse-“

“Do you have a good reason to violate my privacy or are you just here to ramble at me?” I ask, cutting off his incoherent babble.

“I haven’t seen you for five years.” And he says it as if it’s the most important thing in the world. Does he think I’ve forgotten?

“And?” It’s so easy to be cold, I’ve had plenty of time to hone my icy exterior.

“Can I sit down?”

The boy who is now a man seems rather flustered. I make a gesture toward the only other chair in the room and he moves it so he is looking straight at me when he sits. But then once he is settled he doesn’t say a word. This has to be the real Phantom boy, no even my own imagination could make such a frustrating illusion.

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