Having a ghostly mate can cause a few problems here and there.

Warnings for : PG-13 scenes of a 'sexual' nature. From now on, this '-' will follow before any scene, and there will be another below that for when the scene ends, if you wish to skip. Fully graphic scenes will never be described in this story, and anything of that nature will only be implied.

Chapter Twenty One - Core Swap

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"Danny! Time to get ready for school!" Jazz opened the door to her brother's room, sighing at seeing he was still in bed, and looking like he wasn't about to move anytime soon. "This is why you're always late… I'll be back in five minutes, and you better be up!"

Five minutes later and Danny was promptly pushed off his bed. She took the vicious French cursing as a sign of him being awake and coherent. "Yeah, yeah, go take a shower. And wash your mouth out with soap! Honestly, where did you even learn those phrases?!" Shoving the teen through the bathroom door, she headed back to her own room to finish getting ready. When she returned, Danny was clean, at least, and wearing his bathrobe, but curled back up on his bed. "Oh, no you don't!"

Dragging the teen off the bed, Danny let out an impressive sigh, "Dear Sister, please, I ask you to let me go. I am not moving unless of ghostly foe." After a second of silence, Danny yelped as he was dropped to the floor, rubbing his head as he climbed to his feet. "Did you have to release so soon?!" Letting out another sigh, he shook his head, "Ah, how I wish it were already June…"

Danny raised his eyebrow as his sister quietly left the room, shrugging it off as he gathered his things for the day. He was interrupted a second later by a familiar metal boomerang flying into the side of his head. "Ow! Jasmine! What have I said? Never use that unless I am dead!" Rubbing the back of his, now sore, head, Danny shot a glare to his sister, who was picking up the boomerang from the floor.

"It's registering your ecto signature, and you seem to be the same, no illusion or hologram… That doesn't explain the rhyming- I mean, why would an impostor rhyme? And Andrew wouldn't stick you in another book, and even if he did, that wouldn't explain why I'm not rhyming."

"Sister the words you said simply do not make sense...you're starting to make me quite tense." Glancing up at her brother's worried expression, Jazz sighed, dragging a hand down her face. She had a feeling this was going to be a long day. "I need to finish preparing for the day, by then I hope we can be on our way." Disappearing back into the bathroom, Jazz silently wondered what could be going on.

She was startled out of her thoughts by a ghost appearing beside her, panting for breath. "H-Hi, Jazz. I think- I think we might have a problem." It took a few seconds for her to realize the ghost in front of her was Ghostwriter, and even then, she wasn't quite certain. "A sort of big problem, actually."

"I...I don't have words… This day is going to end in disaster. I can see it now." The ghost wasn't even wearing his normal clothing, under his trenchcoat and scarf, he was actually wearing what Danny might to work! A pair of beat up black jeans, and a layered black shirt with a silly cartoon ghost colored green. "Andrew, what are you doing here- Did you just call me Jazz?"

"Yeah, see that's part of the problem," Andrew stressed, distracted by Danny reappearing, Jazz stunned by the outfit he was wearing. It was, well, it looked like something Andrew would wear, normally. Dark gray slacks, a long-sleeved gray shirt, a black skullcap, and his reading glasses. It was as if the two had switched wardrobes. Switched…

"Oh, no. No, no, no, no. Tell me that whatever is happening is not what I think is happening." Andrew only shrugged with a guilty look, Danny finally noticing that he was there.

"Andrew, what are you doing here? Is there a problem near?"

"Oo, right...that probably isn't going to help matters," Andrew hummed, flying over to give Danny a quick kiss. "Nothing at all, mon cher! Just a, well, sort of a mess, really. Come on, I'll explain downstairs." Tugging the teen along, he was quick to grab Jazz as well, who looked too broken to realize what was happening. "Right, so, how to explain this…

"All mates experience this weird thing called a core swap, it's basically where the two switch personalities and powers," Andrew hesitantly explained, seating the two down on the couch, and changing into his human illusion in case the Fenton parents appeared. "It's like- It's kind of hard to explain, actually. But, I mean, that's the simplest part of it. It's so mates can better understand each other, walk a mile in each other's shoes, and all that."

"Hearing you talk like this...is so weird," Jazz marveled, shrugging at the flat look she was given. "Okay, so why doesn't Danny realize there's anything wrong? And why the rhyming?"

"I don't know," Andrew shrugged, scratching the back of his head nervously. "I mean, mates don't really notice the switch until the day is over, or find anything weird about it. I wouldn't have even realized it without Clockwork showing up and telling me. As for the rhyming...not really sure on that one."

"Well, my mate does have the power to shape reality," Danny put in, arms and legs crossed as he thought over what he had been told. "Rhyming must be a stabilizer for my morality."

"Yeah, sure, what he said. I mean, the switch wasn't even supposed to happen yet. Those things usually don't happen until the ghost mates are properly bonded, but, I guess, you know, ancient ghosts laws never took half ghosts into consideration."

"So, this is basically happening because you and my little brother admitted you had feelings for each other?" At the nod, Jazz let out a sigh. "Alright, one day, right? We can handle that… Oh, I almost forgot!" Standing up, Jazz walked over to Andrew, smiling warmly and placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm glad Danny has someone to confide in, and keep him on track. Just know that if you ever do anything to hurt him, though, I will tear out your core and then forcibly turn you into ectoplasmic goo after ripping you apart molecule by molecule. Is that clear?"

"C-Crystal," Andrew nervously laughed, escaping to hide behind Danny, who looked more amused than anything.

"Good," Jazz smiled, shouldering her own bag. "Now, you follow Danny today, keep an eye on him. Lancer already knows you're his tutor, so just say you're with him for a study project or something. Clever a writer as you are, I'm sure you'll think of something." At the curious look, Jazz rolled her eyes. "Your books are practically banned in this household, with how much Danny discusses them."

Danny, on his part, shot back a rude phrase in French, which, amazingly enough, even rhymed.

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"It's official. I am going to record today forever on my PDA glasses, and play it back for you two tomorrow. I don't even care if you kill me for it. I will have no regrets." Sam shook her head, looking at the two boys that had joined them on their way to school.

"Switched personalities, huh…" Glancing to Danny, who raised an eyebrow at her, she gave a wicked smile. "No shirts with a high enough collar, Danny?" At the bright red blush, she gave a wider grin. "Not so different, I think."

"Isn't that kind of cruel?" Andrew half asked, smiling as Danny used him as a human shield. "I mean, I know that's your thing and all. But still. Cruel."

"Part of my unique and charming nature," Sam smiled demurely, punching Tucker without looking as he laughed. She didn't need to look to know her hit had been dead on. "That charming nature also includes never missing. Ever."

"Well. That's more than vaguely terrifying," Andrew snorted, suddenly shivering at the feeling of ghosts being near. Right, switched powers. And...there was the sound of a motorcycle. "Nooo. Not you two."

"Yo. And what are you all doing this fine morning?"

"Walking to school," Tucker gestured grandly, Kitty laughing as Johnny smirked. "Also, these two are in the middle of a mate core swap thing." He should have seen the hit from Danny coming, now that he thought about it.

"Ohho, really?" Johnny grinned, shooting a look to Andrew, who merely flipped him off. "Now, now. Save that for you mate, GW!"

"Ooh, the temptation to destroy you is overwhelming," Andrew growled, the hand in his the only thing keeping him grounded. "Is there a reason you're here? Or were you leaving?"

"Ouch, could really feel the burn on that one," Johnny complained, Danny shaking his head in amusement. "Relax, we come bearing news of the decidedly fun kind."

"Remember that time you insulted Ember's hair color?" Kitty asked Danny, who slowly smiled. "Yeah, I'll take that as a yes. Well, she complained to Skulker. A lot. He's ready to skin you just to get some peace and quiet. He won't attack during school, but, you know, you're not in school right now, are you?"

"If I were you, I'd just ditch and hide in the park," Johnny laughed, revving the motorcycle again. "Later, lil cuz!" It was a few seconds of silence before Danny let out a sigh.

"Skulker and his theatrics is not something I want to deal with right now," he grumbled, blinking in surprise as he noticed the lack of rhyming. "Huh, the powers must have finally settled down. I can be grateful for that, at least."

"Ah, whelp!"

"Whoop, there it is," Tucker muttered, shrugging at the look Sam gave him. "I have to get my joy in life from somewhere." Danny only shook his head, noticing that Skulker looked at his wit's end.

"Today is the day I skin you! If only to get that woman to shut up."

"I feel your pain, brother!" Tucker called, grinning as Sam smacked him in the back of the head. "What? Isn't empathy a good thing?"

"Not for the gun-toting maniac with an ego complex," Sam snapped, giving each boy a push to get them moving again. "Now come on, I'm not going to be late for school because of Captain Cranium and his need to heighten his masculinity by constantly chasing after a prey that showed himself incapable of being caught after the first two months."

"Now, that was just cold," Skulker pouted, Danny grinning in delight. "Get ready, whelp! Today, your pelt-"

"Yeah, yeah," Andrew interrupted, rolling his eyes. "Blah, blah, blah, Ghost Zone's greatest hunter, and all of that. Really? I hardly ever seen you and even I know your lines by memory." At the bewildered look he was given, Andrew sighed and dropped his illusion, Skulker looking like he wasn't sure whether to laugh, or be pissed.

"You...and he… Core swap?"

"Gee, the tin can can think. Isn't that a new one?" Andrew snickered, Sam only sighing and scrubbing her hand down her face.

"Yup. There's the terrible sense of humor." She was given a betrayed look from Danny, that she quickly returned with a glare. "Tell me I'm wrong. Go on and try." Ready to bite back, Danny paused at the rocket that was heading for him, saved from ducking out of the way by a purple shield. "Whoop. There's the hero complex."

"I never had a hero complex, thank you very much," Danny sniffed, blinking as his arms were suddenly full of Andrew's coat and scarf.

"Alright, you tin can, let's see you try facing me," Andrew grinned sharply, cracking his fingers as he telekinetically summoned a few knives out of his coat pocket, wicked sharp things that were curved and deadly. "Haven't been in battle in a while, so this is gonna be fun!"

Seeing the over dramatic gesture to his mate from Sam, Danny shrugged, "It's more of an inclination to protect those I care for, nothing so bad as a complex." Tucker, on his part, was only silently recording the scene.

"So, hey, the Ghostwriter can fight, right?" Tucker asked nervously, Danny giving a shrug. "Wonderful."

"It's not as if we fight often," Danny muttered. "Of the fights we did partake in, one ended with changed reality, and another with him sulking, and me in a tundra for near thirty hours." Seeing the look, Danny gave another shrug. "We are remarkably dramatic people. He seems to know his way in and out of fights, judging by what he's taught me, however."

"Stay out of my hunt, 'Writer!" Skulker snapped, pulling out a large gun, Andrew snorting at the sight and heading into the air. "This is none of your business!"

"Considering you're taking out misplaced aggression on my mate? Yeah, sort of my business," Andrew huffed, tossing and catching one of his wicked sharp knives. "Didn't think I'd be using these again so soon!"

"Having weapons, and knowing how to use them, are entirely different things," Skulker snorted, eyes widening in surprise at the sudden tear in his arm, exposing sparking wires. Looking back to Andrew, who looked to have not even moved, he narrowed his eyes.

"Hm, been a while. Guess my aim's a little off," Andrew pouted, dodging the gun that was fired his way and tossing another knife, severing one of the hands holding the gun. "Cute, you use guns! My brother uses those- Of course, he never could beat me."

In a flash, three more knives were launched, Skulker's body missing a leg, an arm, and his head. Touching back down on the ground, Andrew brushed himself off, slipping his knives back into the pocket of his jeans as he resumed his human illusion. "Wow, yeah, that was really challenging."

"You sure writing is what he did for a living?" Sam asked, Danny only staring at his boyfriend with a dull blush. "Oo, that's adorable. You're all flustered because he saved you like a knight in shining glasses-" She chuckled as she dodged the jab. "I only speak the truth, Danny dearest~"

"You are a cruel creature, Sammy," Danny huffed, tugging on his mate's coat and scarf, blushing as Andrew gave him a raised eyebrow. "I would have stolen them sooner if I could. Don't act so surprised."

"Come on, I'm not ruining what little of an attendance record I have because this core swap mess made me late," Sam huffed, dragging a complaining Tucker behind her as Danny and Andrew quickly followed. It was a few moments before Andrew gave Danny a curious look, seeing the question on the younger's face.

"Nothing, just...there's still a lot I don't know about you…" Feeling his hand grabbed and held gently, he looked over to Andrew, who gave him a small smile.

"I think you know more about me than most people ever have. Is that good enough, for now?" Danny blinked at the question, slowly smiling as he nodded.

"For now."

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"And I'm telling you, sir, Romeo and Juliet should not have as much fame as it has garnered! It has poor literary content, even with the promising theme of our generation being the ones to control the future! In fact, all of Shakespeare's plays are ridiculous! Women were treated as one-off plot devices to further the main character's - the male's - story arc, and were never seen again! Plot holes were rife, and these were meant to be used as after labor specials - like daytime television! How they survived to this notoriety I am still trying to figure out!"

"This is glorious," Sam grinned, her and the rest of the second hour English class watching Danny Fenton, of all people, argue with Mr. Lancer over the syllabus and Shakespeare. Sam didn't miss the fact that Andrew looked as enamored as Danny had that morning. "Well, you look proud."

"So very proud," Andrew snickered, eyes glowing with vindicated light. It was about time someone showed that terrible teacher the facts, although he hoped Danny didn't get into trouble for it.

"Mr. Fenton," Lancer growled out, doing his best to stay calm. "While I'm glad you've taken an interest in my class, finally, I must ask that you sit down."

"I think not," Danny frowned, pushing his glasses up and crossing his arms. The coat he was wearing, the class was amused to note, was far too big on him, making him look even smaller than he already was. "While on the subject, even your syllabus needs work! Half of the books on that list will serve no purpose to us, academically or mentally! We should be reading books meant to be discussed in a college setting, not something meant to be read during one's free time!"

"Name one book-"

"For starters, half of the list! Most of these are young adult novels, and while there is nothing wrong with that, they serve no purpose for us in a class of study! What we've been forced to read has done nothing but add to our already heavy burden as students - and let's not forget the tests you give us are often from other plays and books, and not the ones that were just discussed!"

"Are you recording this?" Sam quietly asked Tucker, who was keeping his PDA glasses steady as he gave a thumbs up. "Good, I want this posted everywhere within the hour. Spread it like a virus."

"On it."

"And don't even get me started on the classic novels we've been forced to read! Some of them serve little to no purpose and were written by bigoted bigheads who had egos larger than their fanbase! The ideals and terms are not only out-of-date for the modern world, but were never taken seriously to begin with!"

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"On the bright side, it could have always been worse," Tucker reassured his friend, trying to hide his smile. "I mean, a week's detention isn't too bad, right? Plus, you seemed to have won the hand of your knight in shining glasses."

"That's just going to stick, isn't it?" Andrew asked, giving a sigh at the dual smirks of Danny's friends. "Yeah, I had a feeling it would." He didn't bother to move from where he was pressed against Danny's side, who was using him as more of a pillow than anything. "You were very good with how you tore him down, though."

"I learned from the best," Danny hummed, pressing a quick kiss to the other's cheek, smiling at the light blush it earned him. Maybe core swaps weren't so bad, after all. "Besides, he should be open to more criticism, maybe then his teaching wouldn't be second rate."

"Yeah, well, hopefully you don't see your parents today," Sam sighed, stabbing her salad to death. "I think they'll notice just how strange you're acting."

"Hardly," Danny scoffed, stabbing his own fork into something that looked like meat, and probably wasn't. "I could walk past them with a broken leg and bleeding arm and they wouldn't take notice." At the looks he was given, he shrugged, avoiding their gazes. "Hardly like it's untrue...it's happened three times."

"Uh, GW, dude, your eyes just turned red," Tucker pointed out, suddenly wondering if Andrew still had his knives on him.

"Oh, really? My bad, I was just thinking about how I would like to skin those miserable bags of flesh until they're nothing."

"You're speaking in ghost, mon ange." Andrew huffed, pausing a second later and giving the teen a confused look. "What?"

"Did you just translate French into ghostspeak?" At the question, Danny paused, slowly nodding his head. "Weird."

"I'm quite inclined to agree-" The rest of the teen's words were cut off as he winced, and then quickly shuddered. Seeing his neck and hair were coated in, what looked to be, mashed potatoes, it was understandable as to why.

"Ugh, Dash," Sam groaned, throwing some napkins over to Danny, who quickly went to wiping up as much of the muck as he could. "One of these days, he's going to get what's coming to him."

"I think that day is now," Tucker coughed, pointing to where Andrew had gotten up and walked over to the jock, hand reaching into his pocket. Danny was up a second later, scowl on his face as he yelled in French.

"Andrew Riter, don't you dare bring out those knives! And especially not to use on humans! I don't care if you use them on ghosts, but- Are you even listening to me?!" He got an innocent shrug for his trouble. "I swear if you bring out those knives for one second, I will make you regret it!"

"Oo, kinky~" Andrew grinned wickedly, laughing as Danny was immediately chasing after him, Andrew effortlessly dodging the attacks and weaving around the cafeteria, most of the students now starring in amusement. "Like I said, mon cher, you need to work on your fighting!"

"They're going to end up in jail," Sam groaned, rubbing at her eyelids. "And then I'm going to have to be the one to bail them out… Actually, at this rate, I may not even bother to bail them out."

The ghost fight, strange as it had become, was interrupted by Dash accidentally tripping Danny as he ran past. From their table, Sam groaned, and Tucker laughed.

The food fight that happened next went down into Casper High legend.

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"I still don't see how they can give me detention when I don't even go to that school," Andrew grumbled, carrying Danny's backpack for him as they waited on the school steps for Sam and Tucker to appear. "I mean, can they even do that?"

"You're lucky they didn't call the police," Danny snorted, glaring at Andrew for a few moments before sighing and leaning into his side. "Still, it was very sweet of you to protect me like that."

"Blame your hero complex," Andrew huffed, grinning at the jab to his side. "Deny it all you want, mon cher, but you do indeed have one." Letting out a shiver, he stuck his tongue out. "I believe the powerful ghost lurking about is for you."

"Powerful?" Danny questioned, groaning as he saw the ghost a second later. "Ugh, Plasmius. Just when I thought I was free from his insanity… I'll be right back." Giving the ghost a quick kiss, he disappeared around the corner, Danny Phantom appearing a few seconds later. With the added addition of a gray scarf and a forest green coat.

"Welp, that's new," Andrew muttered, still wondering how the inverted colors actually worked. It just didn't make sense, no matter how you looked at it.

"Ah, just who I was looking for." Vlad raised an eyebrow at Danny's appearance, not sure whether to be amused or not. "New coat and hair style?" At the unimpressed look he was given, he rolled his eyes. "Oh, now, now, I'm just here because I wanted to talk to you about some...rumors, I've been hearing."

"Don't you know to ignore the rumor mill by now, Plasmius?" Danny asked, floating in the air with his arms and legs crossed, like he was sitting down, with an amused expression. "They'll give you nothing but trouble."

"Quite," Vlad muttered, suspicions already confirmed. "You've done quite a remarkable job with the truce, dear boy. To think, it only took two years of you pointlessly pounding their skulls in before you learned how to use them." At the words, Danny's eyes narrowed, not noticing the sound of a motorcycle pulling up to Casper High, where students were now taking interest in the two ghosts floating above them.

"Unlike you, Vlad, I don't use ghosts to meet my my own ends. They are my friends, and quite dear to me. I would ask you to respect that, but I have no doubt you won't."

"Two years and I have yet to get you to understand how you and I are above them," Vlad sighed, sounding like a parent who failed their child. "Perhaps I left you to your own devices too long. Seeing you enter the Ghost Zone daily certainly didn't help matters."

"I was visiting my mate," Danny huffed, smiling at the stunned look on Vlad's face. "I think it's time you left, Vlad…"

"And you believe you can tell me what to do? Dear boy, I don't think you quite understand how this game of ours works…"

"Then it's a rather good thing that I'm not playing," Danny growled, eyes flashing red as his hands glowed with purple energy. "Your life is of no concern to me, Plasmius, but know that Amity Park is mine, and I will protect it. Ghosts and humans alike." Seeing the other's eyes narrow, Danny flicked his fingers, summoning a piece of parchment and a quill. "I may not be as good a poet as my mate, but I'm sure I can come up with something… A determined and bitter ghost with a closely-kept secret, his attempts at converting another were quite frequent!

"Ah, but this ghost had yet to learn what he needed to know, and now with his welcome overstayed, it was time to go. Of course he needed an escort or two, just a creepy creature, or maybe a few! They had one task and one task only, and that was to chase the ghost that was oh so lonely." Content at the shadowy eldritch creatures that were now chasing Vlad, Danny glanced down at the ground, sighing at seeing Kitty and Johnny were grinning like idiots.

So much for his words about protecting the ghosts going unheard.

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Danny Fenton blearily blinked his eyes open, finally registering that he was in his bed, a human Ghostwriter sleeping beside him. It took a few seconds of confusion until he remember everything, whine leaving his lips before he could stop it.

"My head is killing me," Andrew grumbled, not bothering to even open his eyes. "Just...let's pretend we don't have to get up and face everything."

"I kind of sort of like that plan," Danny groaned, pulling a pillow over his head before scrambling out of bed, reaching for his phone. "Don't move. I need to take a picture of you in jeans."

"Jeans- What...what am I wearing…" Andrew asked in horror, glaring at Danny as he heard the camera go off. "Really, mon cher?"

"I'm sorry, but teenage human you with braces and in jeans is hot as hell, and that is something I must remember forever."

"Yes, I seem to remember you saying something about my jeans last night," Andrew grinned wickedly, happy to see Danny's bright red blush. "Ah, balance is restored yet again." He had a pillow thrown at his head for his troubles.

"You little- Oh...oh no...I fought with Lancer...over the syllabus...in front of everyone. Oh god I trapped Vlad in a poem." At the startled laugh, Danny gave another whine, not fighting the grip that pulled him back to bed. "I'm doomed. I'm so doomed. No one is ever going to let me forget this."

"Probably not," Andrew mused, pressing a gentle kiss to Danny's forehead. "And why are you still wearing my scarf?"

"Yeah, you're probably not going to get this back," Danny grinned, happy that the scarf had stayed on even as he slept. "Like, ever. This is your fault, anyways. You and your braces. I'm keeping the scarf."

"How is this my fault?" Andrew asked curiously, grinning as the scarf was lowered to show the still healing bruises on the younger's neck, which was impressive, since the teen had speed healing. "Ah, yes, my memory has returned with clarity."

"Yeah, I bet," Danny snorted, blinking at hearing his phone start ringing, which was still in his hand. "Hello?" Andrew counted it as two seconds before Danny was hanging it up, slowly turning his phone off and setting it under the pillow. "I vote we never speak of this again."

"And to think the day is yet to begin." Andrew laughed at the other's expression, even as he was shoved off the bed and into the floor. "Désolé, mon cher, but I couldn't resist."

"Yeah, yeah," Danny huffed, letting out a sigh as he rubbed his head. He had a feeling the headaches they had were from where their original powers were settling back in. "Ugh, I never want reality shifting powers again, I felt like I had too much energy, and nothing to do with it."

"It's surprisingly easy to manage," Andrew hummed, not bothering to move from his position on the floor. "Ice powers, however...it was a battle to not shiver every five seconds."

"You should have seen the mess that happened when I first got those powers," Danny laughed, tugging Andrew back into the bed and pressing a kiss to his lips. "And now I am wide awake, and very bored."

"Yes, well, while you stay bored, I'm going to attempt to get more sleep. Yesterday is nowhere near as far away as I would like it to be." Hearing blessed silence, and knowing it was too good to be true, Andrew groaned as Danny promptly sat down on top of him, hands balanced on his chest. "Why are you torturing me?"

"It's not torture," Danny huffed, "Besides, instead of sleeping, we could do something more...fun." This halfa was going to be the cause of his second death. He could feel it. "I mean, we are already in bed…" He found he didn't much mind that approaching death. "It would be a shame to waste that opportunity."

"Mm, there is one thing wrong about this, however." At Danny's confused look, Andrew grinned, and effortlessly switched their positions, grinning at the teen's startled look at seeing he was pinned down to the bed. "There...much better. It's always nice when I'm able to see each and every wonderful expression you make, mon cher fantôme."

"O-Oh? H-heh, that, um, is good, I think," Danny nervously laughed, biting his lip at the sweet kiss placed to the underside of his jaw, followed by a hand that was slipping under his shirt. Shivering at the feeling, he blushed brightly, small moan escaping him at the kisses that he felt trailing from his jaw to his neck. Feeling his mate stop, Danny blushed brighter, making a small whimpering noise, voice quiet and subdued, "Please don't stop…"

Sighing in relief at the hard and demanding kiss he was pulled into, he let a small whine slip as they parted, soon quieted by the featherlight kisses that were peppered to his cheeks. "I was right, you know. It really is nice to see you beg." Danny blushed harder, thinking he may have just gotten in over his head, although he couldn't be bothered to care. "Beg for me more, mon cher?"

Face a bright red, Danny squeezed his eyes shut, feeling Andrew press a soft kiss to his forehead, touches stopping. Letting out a frustrated whine, Danny cracked his eyes open, blush growing worse. "A-Andrew...please don't stop." Hands resting on the back of his mate's neck, Danny tugged him down, giving him a soft kiss. "Please? Keep touching me?"

Squirming at the sudden and sharp sting of nails scraping down his side, Danny let out another soft moan, Andrew grinning at the noise and giving him another hard kiss, "Masochistic, indeed, hm?" Seeing the embarrassed frown, Andrew quickly and gently kissed it away, nails once again digging into the human's skin, Danny moaning into the kiss. "Don't be embarrassed, mon cher, there's no reason for you to be."

Danny shivered at Andrew's low chuckle, another kiss pressed to the side of his head, "You don't have to worry about a thing, my sweet, I'll take good care of you…"

Fun Fact : Every time I need to write something like this, I am a blushing mess who can barely look at the screen.