Puppetmaster55: Red Pearl: Collars

Have I posted any Red Pearl on here? ...nooo it seems not.

Okaaay, Red Pearl: Pitch Pearl pairing in which Freakshow separated Danny to keep his human half from ruining his control over the ghost half, and now Phantom is officially on the ~dark side~, Fenton is an unwilling hostage, and I get to play with naughty kinks. woohoo

Fenton could hear his ghost half fiddling with coins in the tent, but he rolled onto his other side and allowed the blanket to slide off his shoulders anyway. He tensed, waiting, but the chink of coins continued undisturbed. It didn't mean anything. Phantom may not have noticed yet. He might be waiting for Fenton to let his guard down.

And after being on guard, watching Phantom's every move, and sleeping with one eye open several long nights in a row, Fenton was more than ready to do just that. But nothing ever happened. Phantom never even glanced at the collar, not even when he teased Fenton or backed him into a corner. Maybe Fenton was the only one who…

W-well, if one of them had to have the kink, at least it was the one Danny who wouldn't push the other half into satisfying it.

Fenton exhaled softly and stared at the lantern beside his bed, watching the green flame flicker inside the glass. He didn't even know what he wanted out of it. Did he want Phantom to use the collar to pull him into an unwanted kiss? Did he want to do something similar to Phantom? The ghost was sporting a black leather collar of his own, and if any Danny was entertaining inappropriate thoughts about the other's neck, it wasn't the ghost half. For once.

Fenton groaned and turned his face into the pillow. He was fucked up. He was majorly fucked up. He was supposed to be the good half. And damn it he wasn't supposed to want at all! He was only fifteen and the other half of the equation happened to be the other half of himself. He shouldn't be getting hard over fantasies of tying his other half to the—

A gold coin cuffed his ear, and Fenton jerked off the pillow with a hiss.

"Whatever you're thinking," Phantom said, "stop. I can't hear myself count." Fenton twisted at the hip and glared at his other half, cheeks warmed by his blush. The ghost's lips twitched into a smirk. "Don't tell me you're too…restless to sleep."

The blush intensified. Fenton scowled and turned away from Phantom. "Don't be stupid. I don't waste brainpower on stuff like that."

"Oh, of course not." Between one moment and the next, Phantom appeared behind the human. His hands grabbed Fenton's tensed shoulder, his lips brushing the back of Fenton's ear. "So if it's not sex, what thoughts are torturing you, human?"

Fenton brushed Phantom's tail away from his stomach and shuffled away from the ghost. "It's none of your damn busin—" Fenton coughed, his hand flying to his throat as the collar squeezed his windpipe. The ghost's fingers closed tighter around the collar before he jerked his arm back. Fenton landed on his back with a gasp, bouncing slightly on the mattress.

"Oh look." Phantom braced his hip against Fenton's and placed his hands on the human's shoulders once more, smirking down at the boy. "The annoying things can be useful."

Fenton grimaced and shifted beneath his other half. He too grabbed Phantom's shoulders, stopping the ghost just as he'd started to lean down. It wasn't enough to stop him—ghost powers trumped physical strength—but they'd established the routine at some point. Mostly because Phantom wanted Fenton to fight back and would reward Fenton for doing so by laying off on his advancements, at least for a little while.

Fenton hated thinking about the…act they played in these moments, but when he was trying to figure out his own ticks…

Phantom watched the blush spread across Fenton's cheek, one eyebrow slowly rising as the seconds ticked by. "No retort? No clever quip? You're just going to lay there and blush?"

"Sh-shut up!" Unable to meet the other's red-eyed gaze, Fenton glared at Phantom's collarbone. "Just don't make a habit of trying to break my neck. There. A quip. Happy?"

"Well it's a bit delayed and not all that clever, so no." Phantom tilted his head slightly, one corner of his lips lifting as Fenton's gaze gravitated towards his throat. "Looking at my collar again? I knew you were fascinated by the them, but don't tell me innocent Fenton has a bondage kink?" Fenton sucked in a breath, his blush exploding to his hairline, and Phantom's smirk grew into a wicked grin. "Oh ho, I'm gonna have fun with this! I never thought you could be into something so naughty."

Phantom continued on in that vein, and Fenton pinched his eyes closed. Oh, the "good" human half having such a "dirty" kink, sooo ironic, blah blah blah. Fenton's own mind had already said as much; Phantom lording it over him was just an annoyance at this point.

And anyway, Phantom was getting one detail wrong.

Fenton hooked his fingers through Phantom's collar and yanked the ghost down mid-sentence. Phantom's red eyes widened and he braced his elbows on Fenton's chest, but he didn't stop their lips meeting. Fenton held him down by the collar and pushed his tongue into Phantom's mouth, kissing him on his own until the ghost started to respond. Fenton closed his eyes and didn't shy away when Phantom's hand slipped beneath his shirt.

When they finally broke the kiss, Fenton's shirt was hiked up under his armpits and Phantom's pupils had dilated. Fenton expected his other half to smirk, but instead Phantom wrinkled his forehead, his lips pulled down in a frown.

"Well, that's…different," he said. His thumb idly stroked Fenton's hip, but his attention was directed at the mattress. "Of course, it won't ever happen again, but it was different." He grabbed Fenton's wrist and squeezed until, with a wince, Fenton released his collar.

"Why not?" Fenton demanded, cradling his arm to his chest.

Phantom rolled his eyes. "I'm leashed to one human already. Why would I consent to let another have power over me? I'm already a slave to him, I refuse to be one to you as well."

Fenton's eyes narrowed. "I'm not Freakshow."

Phantom met his gaze a moment before his eyes flickered away. "No, you're not." After a few seconds passed, he sighed. "I'll considerate it. Don't get your hopes up." He brushed his finger along the edges of Fenton's collar, and Fenton's breath stuttered, his chin lifting slightly. The smirk Fenton had been expecting slowly spread across Phantoms lips. "I'll interpret that as an invitation. I'm curious to see just how far this kink of yours goes…"

One of these days. I will write Fenton topping a restrained Phantom. Gdi I will! One of these days...