Summary: Awesome sex is cool, but is sometimes the risk really worth it...?
Note: English isn't my first language, so if something sounds weird...tell me!
It was the shittiest idea ever.
Danny cursed to himself for the fifth time, running behind his parents as they fled over the stairs, Ghost Finder beeping in their hands and leading them to his room.
His room where Phantom and Plasmius were having sex right now.
He cursed his stupidity once again, which was a feat in itself given that the way from the kitchen to his room wasn't a lengthy one, less when they were running, and sent a glare towards Vlad, who ran at his side, face crunched in an expression of worry similar to his own.
He really shouldn't have let temptation take the best of him. But they were getting along so well when his mother had called them for dinner and really, it had been a month since the teenager hadn't been able to lay a finger on the middle-aged man, let alone inside...And though he could blame his hormones as much as he liked, it still didn't erase the fact that maybe sending clones to dinner while Vlad and him...intimated, hadn't been his best idea.
Screw that: their. That man was as guilty as himself, as he only had looked at the clone for a moment, surprise evident in his features, before a devilish smile had grazed his lips as a duplicate of himself appeared at the side of Danny's own.
At least they weren't in their human forms, but that wasn't an all that comforting of a thought, given that his parents would freak out if they saw the Ghost Boy being fucked by...the Wisconsin Ghost, in their son's bedroom.
Oh no, that wouldn't end well at all.
Danny's connection with the real one informed him that both ghosts, realizing the imminent doom, were floating towards the roof, and a sigh of relief tore from his lungs as they passed through the ceiling, a moment before his parents stormed inside his room. He was shortly behind, and swallowed a breath as he tried to calm down, the anxiety plus the race leaving him breathless.
Gosh, his mind had never thought with such speed before, at least when he wasn't fighting with an enemy. And even now, he found himself assessing the damage around him, breathing in the cold, musty air that spoke of their activities as ghosts.
He profusely thanked Nature for making ghosts' anatomy work in different ways than humans' as he watched his parents inspect the room, before advising him to open the windows and ventilate the place from time to time, and maybe check if there was any mold growing around. And 'would you like a heater, sweetie?'
Relaxing a little, he send a look to the duplicate beside him, who was also slightly out of breath, though he seemed to be breathing in the scent with gusto. Vlad looked back at him before smirking, and Danny rolled his eyes.
Then, he felt a tug inside of him. Opening his eyes in panic, he quickly dodged his family, running to the first bathroom accessible, and locking himself in it. A moment later, a loud moan tore out from his mouth, and the duplicate disappeared like mist.
In the roof of the house, Danny Phantom collapsed on the floor, panting and trying to regain his ability to think. Plasmius wasn't way behind, a few thrusts more sending him over the edge and making him release a loud moan of his own. Falling over Danny, both hybrids tried to regain their breath, too exhausted to think of anything more. A soft 'wow' came from the younger's lips, which was answered by a nod of the other man.
Both males stayed like that some seconds more, before hearing the ghost hunters' footsteps coming too close to the entrance that led to the roof. Despite his nearly breathless state, Plasmius still managed to release a grunt of irritation, before passing them both through the floor, and back to the teenager's room. Turning back to their human selves, both now dressed hybrids let themselves land softly on the floor, missing the bed by a few inches. Too exhausted to care, they looked at each other, the amused gleam in their eyes matching their smiles.
That had been the best idea ever.