Tainted Love – Marilyn Manson
Pairing: Danny/Spectra
Danny gasped at all the conflicting sensations coursing through him, both pleasant and unpleasant as the leech-like ghost continued to both drive his body insane with her touches while draining him of all the happiness he had garnered throughout the week.
He stared listlessly up at the night sky, the stars seeming dull and leering on the velvet background. They should've been fascinating, as they had been all his life, but he no longer had it in him. He groaned and dug his fingers into the ghost's arms as she turned into her shadow form, where her claws were all the sharper. She ran them down his body, and he swore he felt a trickle of blood stream down his naked torso.
He screamed in ecstasy as her clenching around him pushed him over the edge. The pleasure dulled as the emptiness and misery he felt superseded everything else. She continued to caress him, but just as she was revving up for round two (more like round four-hundred and nine), Danny threw her off of him. "G-Get away!"
Spectra sighed as she inspected her claws for damage from the rough treatment. "Well, I suppose we've been going at it for a few hours now. Same time next week, sweet pea?"
"No," he said firmly. She giggled in response.
"Whatever you say, Danny. You're done with classes at three, right?"
"...Yeah. At three," he mumbled in defeat. And with that, he fixed his clothes and flew away from the rooftop of the run-down building.