- Chapter 10 -
Remembering the beginning is difficult.
As pragmatic as I pride myself on being, our conflict has been so delightful, so maddening, so utterly and entirely consuming that it has faded to a blur, a distant backdrop to the sporadic battles the boy and I settled into.
The reunion I planned, the carefully concealed attempt to insert myself back into Maddie and Jack's lives, meeting their bright, if naïve, daughter and their easygoing, talkative son…
How silly it all seems now.
Brilliantly white teeth flashed and Daniel arched off of the floor, his nails digging into my hand as I concentrated ectoplasm from my finger and pressed it deeper inside him. Despite the pain on his face, his arousal strained proudly against my grip and his snarl blended into a breathy sigh as I shushed him softly.
"Fuck," he whined through his teeth. Pale thighs shook as I fought the building desire to tear him apart. A growl rose in my throat as I pressed a second finger to his entrance and I fought it down.
"Remember to breathe, Daniel."
My voice felt thick. The boy's body trembled around my fingers and then relaxed.
"Ahhh-" A green eye cracked open, shimmering with tears. I smoothed my thumb across his erection to watch the lovely, agonized expression it caused. Another gentle stretch and his head lolled back, his spine curving sharply. The bite mark at the base of his neck was beginning to turn odd colors. I wanted to dig my teeth into it, but I turned my focus back to the suffocating heat beckoning me deeper. "F-feels like I'm … gonna faint..."
"Look at me." He turned his wretchedly beautiful stare to me, gripping harder onto my shoulder and my wrist. "You will last."
"Vlad-" I forced a third finger into the slick and gave his length two slow strokes at the same time. "Ahhh! V-Vlad…"
Good God, that face.
The groan came out before I could prevent it, Danny's grasp on the hand I was preparing him with so tight that I heard a single knuckle crack.
How he could handle such pain and still be so turned-on was worlds beyond me.
Releasing a final burst of liquid ectoplasm, I gave a warning squeeze to his arousal and began to withdraw my fingers. The half-sob he gave was desperate.
I gripped his bony hips and slammed into him before he could take another breath.
The scream he released is the sexiest thing I have ever heard.
Darkness filled my vision and I raked in a breath despite the tight and the slick and the heat. Danny writhed, nails digging into my flesh as he released a hoarse whine, vibrating with terror and ecstasy.
"Breathe." I rested my lips against his cheek while he shuddered. A near-painful clench of his body shot a bolt of fire up my spine. So tight.
The ghost boy gasped sharply, head rolled back and eyes clenched shut. Finally he released a long, shaky breath. His glassy eyes fluttered open and he met my gaze. The determination shining through his fearful stare made me want to pound him into the floor.
Gingerly, I shifted my hips back, the icy air meeting my flesh as I ground my teeth together. Muscular legs squeezed my torso and Danny whimpered faintly into my hair. I took a second to breathe in the smell of his skin and sweat and fear before pushing in deep.
"Ahh - oh God."
"You're so tight, Danny." At my praise, the boy's grip tightened on my ribcage. I braced my forearm above his head, gripped his straining length, and began moving again.
Daniel's hips jerked down to meet mine and a hoarse cry escaped him, his insides seizing at me hitting deeper than before. At his body responding immediately despite his terrified inexperience, something deep and predatory gave a twinge within my core. Nuzzling the fragile space beneath his ear, I rubbed his slickened arousal and rocked again into the suffocating heat.
"Ohmygod." My rival's fingers scrambled over my skin as I eased into his quivering body. "Oh fuck, Vlad."
"Language, Daniel," I ground out, and his breathy sob into my ear beckoned my hips deeper on the next thrust.
Electricity snapped from his skin as I pressed my mouth to the pale column of his neck and slid my hand into the small of his back. He moaned weakly and hid his face beneath my chin at the change of angle, his wiry body shuddering violently. Ghostly hands scrabbled down my back for anchorage they couldn't find.
I ground my hips against him, pushing as slow and deep as possible and savoring the heat and the submissive little noise he made before beginning to move faster.
Icy breath poured from the boy's mouth and he wailed when I pressed into that little bundle of nerves hidden just inside him. The sound was raw and terrified and desperate. Anything within twenty miles would've heard it, and the thought made me even hotter.
"Vlad. Oh my God, oh God, Vlad, please, please yes, please-"
Danny's eyes were so bright they were almost blinding, and ice spilled into the air from between his parted lips like white smoke. I realized belatedly that energy was leaking from his straining fingertips and filling my skin with its sharp, crackling thrum. Whether being a halfa had increased his pain tolerance or he was something of a masochist I couldn't tell. The pain of restraining myself to a moderate pace when everything in me was screaming to fuck him senseless tore a growl from my throat.
"Ahhn! Vlad!" Pale skin glowed with ghostly power as his head lolled back, his snowy white hair spilling against the floor as tears streamed from his screwed-shut eyes.
The pained look on his face made me freeze.
Blearily, he opened his eyes, his breaths loud and rasping. "V-Vlad?"
"Daniel-" I squeezed my eyes shut, willed myself not to think about the soft skin and suffocating heat, and tried again. "-are you - do you want me to stop?"
The boy let out a panicked whine. "Vlaaad - please!" He writhed against me, the velvety friction making me hiss through my teeth. "Don't stop please please don't stop!"
My rival gripped my shoulders and pulled me toward him with all his might, staring at me like I was the only thing keeping him alive.
With a shudder of relief I buried myself inside him and plunged my tongue into his mouth.
The sound of my hips slapping against his soft skin grew louder, echoing around us and melding with Danny's pleading cries every time my mouth left his to suck down a breath of air. His teeth clacked against mine as he desperately sought out my tongue with his own and I tightened my grasp on his hip, holding him steady and moaning into his lips. Legs squeezed my sides in a vicelike grip and Danny's hands clawed over my back to pull me impossibly closer. I dug my fingers into his soft hair and tore my tongue from the pliant mouth that seemed to be trying to swallow me entirely, sinking my teeth into the delicate place behind his ear and moaning with relief at his scream. I wanted him, all of him, his voice and his glorious eyes and his wiry muscle and the sweet, velvety softness of his insides, and I wanted him to be mine and mine alone forever.
"Vlad," he sobbed, a string of drool running obscenely from the corner of his mouth as he writhed and bucked his hips back onto my cock. "God - God, yes - please-"
"Breathe, my dear." His nails digging down into my skin sent a fierce whorl of heat through my stomach. "Just - breathe - ahhh!"
Despite the pain, the boy's length was hot and hard and weeping as it bumped against me, prompting me to shift my weight to my elbows and reach for it once more. The boy's violent spasms and cries were becoming incoherent, nearly reaching ecstasy, but I was pushing him in a way his body had never before been pushed and there was no way-
"Vlad - ohmigod I - I'm-"
Before my fingers had even closed on his arousal Danny let loose a shriek that split my ears and sent an excruciating wave of power rippling down my spine. He writhed against me, body convulsing around my cock as I pressed into him, light spilling in radiant beams from his eyes and his wide-open mouth as his nails sank deep into my skin. I let loose a shout of frustration and forced my hand to move on his erection despite Plasmius's overwhelming desire to ignore his pleasure and selfishly pound into the vicelike heat as it clenched around me in waves.
The beauty of his orgasm began to fade as quickly as it had started, and Danny's palms pressed shakily against my shoulders as the last of his seed came in spurts over my hand. I watched his expression morph, going from exquisite agony to exhaustion to fearfully wanting as the waves of it washed over him and I slowed my thrusts. He finally melted beneath me with a broken sob. Slender fingers fell to either side, clenching and unclenching uselessly as his head lolled back and stilled. I carefully pulled my arm out from where it had supported the small of his back and he flopped bonelessly against the floor in its absence. When I slid myself gingerly from his trembling body he let out a soft whine.
Moments passed as I struggled for breath, the dense air of the Ghost Zone gradually supplying my lungs with the sated fullness of before.
As the tremors wracking his frame ceased, I ran a hand over his face, wiping away the saliva and brushing his snowy bangs off of his forehead.
"Was it what you expected?"
Danny's eyes fluttered open and he gazed at me, utterly wrecked.
"No."
BAH.
I'M GOING TO BED.