Kit - Tucker is never going to beat Sam at video games. Ever.

Kas - This scene was a long time incoming.


"By the way, I'm dying in less than a year." From where they were playing video games in Sam's room, Sam's character suddenly missed a jump, and Tucker's ran straight off the edge.

"...I mean, that's one way to open a conversation," Sam noted, patting Tucker on the back, who had started choking on his drink. "You know, it's a good thing we met up at my house, instead of yours. Cause I have a feeling that's something that hasn't been told to your parents."

"Well, then I'd have to tell them about the time powers, which leads to the half-ghost thing, which yeah. Don't wanna tell them that quite yet." A pause from Sam at the wording, who narrowed her eyes at him.

"'Quite yet'? So...you're thinking about actually telling them?" There was no judgement in the tone, Sam looking down to Danny, who was stretched out over her's and Tucker's laps.

He gave a small nod, still playing his game. "Yeah. I mean, eventually."

"Well, hey, that's good," Tucker pointed out, picking at Danny's shoelaces and tying them together, noticing that the teen wasn't much paying attention. "So, what else do we need to be caught up on? Besides the whole 'die in a year' thing that I'm trying not to think about at the moment."

"Well, I already told you guys about Andy, Randy, and I. Nothing's changed there, really. Oh yeah, I ordered Spectra's death." There was another long silence, Sam pausing the game before curling over Danny, looking exhausted as she rested her forehead on his back.

"Daaannnyyyy." Tucker was looking just as exhausted, poking at the teen's leg.

"So, uh, when was this...thing?" Spectra's...death. That- Tucker definitely wasn't against it, considering how big of a bitch she was- Or, uh, had been, but, still. That was a bit...dark, for Danny.

"A couple weeks ago, at the marketplace." He pressed the buttons on the gamepad, near breaking the controller. "She tortured and killed kids."

"What the fuck. I know she was a bitch but what the fuck." Sam seemed just as pissed - although she was gently taking the game from Danny before he could break it. "Wait... Back up a bit. 'Ordered'?"

"Yeah. I didn't actually do it. Randy did, which, y'know. Makes sense, and all." He gave a shrug as he tugged at his hair. Sam gently took his hands away and instead dragged over a beaded pillow, letting him mess with that, instead of his hair.

"Kinda does make sense, when you think about it, yeah. So, uh, what did the other ghosts say about this? Do they know about this?" Sam glanced to Tucker, who gave a small shrug.

"It's not like many ghosts care about Spectra, or take notice of where she is." A gentle pat to Danny's back. "Is this about that King thing you mentioned one time? I mean, you were kind of delirious with lack of sleep at the time, so we didn't get much."

"As far as I know? The other ghosts...don't actually know, I think." Danny was squeezing and pulling at the pillow, curled tightly around it. "And...yeah. Hence the whole dying thing."

"So, then... You're gonna be King of the Ghost Zone in less than a year..." It was less a question, and more of a nervous realization. While Tucker patted at Danny's back again, Sam was taking a picture of him and the pillow and sending it to Andrew and Randy with instructions to get more of them.

"Spirit World," he absently corrected.

"...Gotta admit, that sounds more badass than 'Ghost Zone'," Sam nodded, petting the top of Danny's head. "Wanna talk to us all about your troubles or woes, or do you want me to kick your ass at more video games?"

"Or we can talk about college," Tucker pointed out. "Like majors, and stuff."

"No." Danny was glaring at him with bright green eyes, though it looked like he was calming down a bit.

"Tucker, you are the only one who seems to enjoy the thought of double majoring and working yourself to Danny's level of death," Sam scoffed, shoving lightly at the other's shoulder. "No." A sudden gasp. "When you die from work stress overload, Danny is going to be in charge of you. Like, legit can order you around." A nudge to Danny. "Two words. Pharaoh's revenge."

Danny gave a nod. "I'll keep that in mind." He nudged his head at her hand with a hum. Sam gave a snort of laughter but scratched his scalp again anyways.

"Yeah, yeah, now can we please get back to me kicking Sam's ass at this game?" At the looks from both friend's, Tucker gave a pout. "It could happen."

"Yeah, in your dreams, geek boy."

"I've seen it. It's true."

"Just for that, I'm going to beat you both. Bring it."

"Yeah, okay."

::

"Raaandy. I need attention."

"See, this is why I call you kitten, now," Randy snorted, snatching Danny and teleporting them to the gardens. Flopping down, he shifted to where Danny was on top of him. "In what form would you like attention, needy but adorable kitten." Danny hummed happily as he leaned up and gave Randy a sweet kiss.

"You know, Andy is incredibly happy you don't use that name, anymore." Randy chuckled, twisting them around and pulling Danny back into the kiss, making it deeper, and longer.

"He's just happy I don't use the name on him, anymore." And, whoops, was he rubbing at the back of Danny's spine? How terrible of him. "So, you told Tucker and Sam about everything, huh?" Danny purred, nuzzling against Randy and giving him a nod. In answer to both. "How'd they take it?"

As he spoke, he pressed sweet kisses to Danny's neck and shoulders, lightly nibbling on the neck and shoulder meet, where he knew Danny was rather weak. The teen gave a quiet gasp, his purrs hitching before his tail wrapped around Randy's leg as he nuzzled at the side of the man's head. Randy gave a quiet chuckle, hand scratching through the hazmat suit to drag trails across the skin, paralleling the spine. "They- Ah... They were fine." And oooh, that felt so nice.

"That's good, I suppose," Randy mumbled, words rumbling against the skin as he pressed nips and kisses along the collarbone. "And how are you doing with everything?" As soon as he asked the question, he gave a particularly sharp nip, teeth scraping against bone for a split second.

The teen gasped again, his sounds caught in between purrs and moans as he pulled Randy closer to him. "I- I am fantastic." Randy seemed quite pleased by the noises, teeth playing with the skin and making the mark darker, nails sliding down his sides. And maybe some nails slipping around to dig in sharply at the base of the spine. That was getting a clear moan out of the teen, and a quiet whisper. "Randy."

Randy was only quietly moving to press more bites to the skin, all the way up to Danny's neck, making each one darker, and larger. At a particularly sharp one, he was gently lapping over it with his tongue, soothing the pain away. Danny whined, trying to tug Randy closer, his tail tightening around the man's upper leg. There was a quiet, low chuckle, Randy nipping at the pulse point of the teen's neck at the same time he rubbed deep circles into the tail. The action elicited another moan out of the teen as the the tail only flicked, and Danny was pulling at Randy's clothes.

"Ahem." At the familiar cough, Randy was pausing in his slight torture of the teen, looking up to see Andrew in front of him. Giving a nod, he settled back down over Danny, lapping lightly at the marks he had made on the teen.

"He wanted me to show him attention."

"Though I really hate to ruin your fun, it's time for dinner. Someone has school in the morning, after all."

"True," Randy sighed, letting up on Danny and pressing a fluttering kiss to the teen's lips. Bouncing up, he happily hummed as he headed for the kitchen. "I'll go make sure everything's on track, and all that~"

Andrew only tsked and shook his head before kneeling down next to Danny, nudging at him lightly. "Mon cher?"

Danny blinked, looking confused. Where was the warmth that had been on top of him...? "Huh?" Andrew rolled his eyes, tugging at the teen's hazmat suit to see just how many marks Randy had marked the teen up with. A glance showed that Danny would definitely be wearing turtlenecks for the next few days.

"Randy decided to spoil you, a little bit, it seems. Almost ready for dinner?" The poor, sweet thing. They tortured him far too much.

"Uh... Yeah. Yeah." He slowly floated upright, clinging tightly to Andrew's arm. "I'm fine." Just a tiny bit deprived. Andrew cuddled the teen closely, kissing him sweetly and nuzzling against his cheek.

"You poor, poor thing." Andrew glance towards the doorway that led back to the library, and near the kitchens, before looking down to Danny. "You know, with Randy taking over the kitchen, we now have quite a bit of time until dinner, it seems..."

"What...are you saying?" Danny rose an eyebrow to Andrew. Andrew only hummed, nuzzling at one of the marks Randy had made, and aggravating the skin just a bit.

"All I'm saying is that we have some time until dinner, and I was curious if there was anything you wanted to do." He rubbed little circles into the base of the teen's spine, seeming quite content to hold him closer. "After all, I feel as if I've neglected you a bit, this summer." Shivering, Danny leaned against him, his purring causing him to shake and really. He was still weak from Randy, after all. "Oh, you poor thing, Randy's been far too cruel to you."

Tucking Danny under his chin, and maybe nipping at the tip of his ear, Andrew carried Danny off towards the bedroom. "Why don't we let you...rest, for a bit, until dinner, hm?" Danny gave a huff, one hand clinging tightly to Andrew's sleeve.

"Will you be there?" Andrew hummed, seeming to be thinking over the question before drawing Danny into a lingering, deep kiss, nipping at the teen's lower lip.

"Only if you want me there." The young halfa pressed back into the kiss, giving a quiet whine.

"Please."

"For you, my dear, anything."