Chapter Thirty-Seven: Wager
"Are you ready, little badger?" Plasmius asked.
Dan was back in his hazmat suit, his hair-dye washed out. At the older half-ghost's question, he clenched his fists and his energy flared up. "Yeah."
"Since you seemed in such a playful mood a couple nights ago, how about a little wager?" Plasmius suggested.
"Wager?" Dan raised an eyebrow.
"Yes." Plasmius grinned. "You so freely gave your body to Vlad Masters in a time of distress, but I wonder if you would so freely give it now, when you are not so distressed, without a fight? Therefore, the wager is this: If I win, you give me your body to do with as I please."
"And if I win?" Dan grinned.
"You won't." Plasmius smirked. "I'm not going to hold back." He then blasted at Dan.
"Hey! You didn't say we were starting!" Dan flew to the side, but encountered a clone in his way. "Oh, great…there's more than one?!" He flew backwards as the clone swiped at him. "Not fair, Plasmius!"
"If you think it's unfair, even the odds." The clones said in unison.
"Kch." Dan dodged another's attack and focused. He still hadn't mastered the clone ability, and could only make one that faded after five attacks. He created his clone and then he and the clone battled the three Plasmiuses – though it was clear that he wasn't going to win this. True to his word, Plasmius wasn't holding back and before long the clone was gone and Dan was alone, surrounded by the clones as he fired shot after shot.
"You're weak." They said, and he scowled in reply. "How can you possibly defeat me if this is your best?"
"SHUT UP!" He yelled, letting out a Ghostly Wail. Alarmed, they spread out quickly, but one of them got their cape damaged and another was hit completely, torn into pieces by the Wail. The problem was, there were two left and he didn't have enough time to recover from the Wail before they were slamming him into the floor.
"Nngah!" He cried out in pain, his vision darkening. 'No…I have to beat him…' He thought, the Plasmius leaning over him being replaced by Jack Fenton in his mind. Then he fell limp, unconscious.
"Dan? Are you awake?"
His hand shot out and wrapped around the neck of the older half-ghost, glaring up at him. "What did I say about that fucking phrase?!"
Plasmius smirked and gripped Dan's wrist until he released him, wincing in pain. "I apologize. I don't know why it angers you so much, but I will refrain in the future."
"Good." Dan groaned, slowly sitting up. "Oww, my head. Did you have to hit me right after I used the Wail?"
"Take any advantage in a fight." Plasmius replied, then stroked his hair. "I don't see any blood, so you're fine."
"Right. I'm going to—" Dan started to get up but was pinned by Plasmius and pushed back into a lying position. "Hey!"
"I believe I won the wager?" Plasmius smirked down at him.
Oh, right. Dan had forgotten that he made that wager, and while he was planning to seduce Plasmius sometime, today wasn't that time and he had no control over the situation, none at all.
"No, I don't think…fuck." Dan tried to use an ecto-blast and found that not even a fizzle came out of his hand.
"Why would you use the Ghostly Wail against three of me when you know what it does to you?" Plasmius asked, gripping the zipper on Dan's suit and pulling it down to reveal his bare chest. "It seems that we'll have to work on increasing your ecto-energy so that doesn't happen anymore; which will be done by a lot of training." He leaned in and kissed the teen's neck. "For now, though, your training is done for the day." He murmured against his softly glowing skin.
"NNgh…I don't get any say in this, do I?" Dan tried to push him away.
Plasmius smirked and gripped the teen's wrists, holding them together above his head. He felt something bind his wrists and then Plasmius left Dan's neck and did something above him, forcing his hands up a bit higher as he was made to sit up on his knees on the fancy curtained bed. When he looked up, his hands were bound by some kind of ecto-rope or cord that was fastened at the top of the bed by what looked like a spider's bed that linked at all corners. When he tried to pull his hands free, to Plasmius' amusement, it didn't even budge.
"Oh, fuck." He said through grit teeth. Plasmius chuckled and started to tear at his suit, exposing his body. He knew it would repair later, but it still sucked every time someone ruined his suit! "Did you have to do that?" He demanded.
Plasmius smirked and kissed him before tilting his head back roughly, biting into his neck. He let out a soft cry as the older half-ghost wrapped an arm around him, the other hand moving up to his bound wrists and then trailing down in a way that sent shivers down his spine.
"Nngh…P-Plasmius…" Dan panted softly, his gaze a little hazy. "W-What…did you do to me?"
"I've added a little trait to my ghost-half." Plasmius purred. "His fangs now have a paralyzing poison in them that will keep the bitten one from moving of their own will for six hours." He chuckled and licked the mixture of ectoplasm and blood that escaped the wound. "Sort of like a vampire's fangs."
"You're a ghost, not a damn vampire!" Dan said through grit teeth. It was true, though. Aside from talking, breathing, and blinking, he couldn't move his body of his own volition at ALL!
"True, but it is fun to pretend." Plasmius chuckled, stroking Dan's body as he kissed and licked down his chest.
"K-Knock it off! Stop…playing with me!" Dan panted softly, his cheeks tinted green.
"Oh, but don't you love to play?" Plasmius chuckled. "Like the night of the funeral?" He purred in his ear. "I wonder what Daniel would've thought of you doing that with 'Uncle Vlad'?"
"Sh-Shut up!" Dan snapped. He couldn't control anything; this was not the ideal seduction he would try for! He wanted to catch him off guard, be in control like he was with Vlad – not this!
"Temper, temper." Plasmius smirked and leaned over him. "You wanted a way to take away the pain, that night? You wanted a way to distract yourself? Did you enjoy telling Vlad Masters what to do?" He chuckled and gripped his hair roughly. "Did you want it that way with me, by any chance?"
"H-How—"
"One of my ghost abilities that I have been honing is the ability to read minds." Plasmius chuckled. "Right now, I can only read the minds of ghosts. Humans are beyond me, but ghosts are so simple. But if I can read YOUR mind, then I must be improving greatly." He kissed Dan again, hard and rough. "I believe that you wanted Vlad to be rough with you, and he said to 'leave that masochism for Plasmius'?"
"He didn't quite say it like tha—ahh!" Dan's head jerked back in surprise as Plasmius reached into his ruined hazmat suit and boxers and gripped the teen's erection.
"Listen to yourself." Plasmius smirked. "You're such a filthy boy, aren't you?"
"Nngh…" Dan tried to regain control of his body, but the paralysis held strong. Plasmius held complete control and he couldn't resist when his body reacted to the man's touches, sending shivers up and down his spine and causing him to let out sounds of pleasure and pain.
"Well, enough teasing." Plasmius smirked and removed his cape and tunic, undoing his pants and bringing out his erection. "How brutal would you like me to be? Shall I take you dry, my little Phantom?" He roughly tore at the rest of Dan's clothes, leaving him sitting naked on the bed with his arms bound above him and fear lighting up his eyes. "After all, you're trying to venture into dangerous waters." He murmured, doing a winding motion that made the cord lift up, pulling Dan off the bed.
"H-Hey! It hurts!" He cried, wishing he could struggle, escape – anything! "Stop it, Plasmius!"
"Don't worry, though." Plasmius smirked as he climbed on the bed fully and lay down beneath the bound ghost teen. "I don't retain what I hear when I tap into the minds of my victims when I go into my human form." He made a winding motion again, this time the opposite direction, and Dan was set down on his stomach. "Sure is interesting to see when I'm actively seeing it, though." He chuckled, lifting Dan and shoving him onto his erection.
"Ahhh!" Dan cried out in agony, his body jerking and trembling as the much-larger half-ghost thrust into him. He didn't wait, thrusting in and out and gripping the teen's hips with a devious grin on his face. The Phantom child let out whimpers and sobs as he was thoroughly torn apart on the inside, ectoplasmic tears slipping down his face as ectoplasmic green and red blood slipped out of his torn entrance.
He blacked out a few times from the pain, but a particularly harsh thrust brought him back to reality and he lost count of the number of times Plasmius filled him up before going again. Even without a clock, he could tell that Plasmius intended to use all six hours of his paralyzed state.
"Did you have to be so harsh?" Vlad asked as he came into the room. Plasmius, wo Dan just now remembered was a clone of Plasmius the whole time, just smirked and then disappeared at Vlad's command; as did the cords binding the trembling teen, finally letting his sore arms down. "I take it training didn't go well."
"Forgot…Plasmius…was a bastard." Dan breathed, trembling on the bed covered in sweet, blood, and most likely Plasmius' semen. It certainly wasn't his own, he hadn't reached climax or even felt close to it the entire time.
"Well, he hates losing." Vlad walked over and gently lifted him into his arms. "Let me clean you up."
Dan clung to him, trembling. Okay, so maybe seducing Plasmius as a means to destroying his own morals was a bad idea. The guy was brutal. But no one but Vlad or Plasmius would have their way with him at this age, so he might have to think of less quick ways to destroy his morality.
Maybe Vlad would have some idea, doing underhanded things to get ahead in life seemed to be his specialty. He was too exhausted from Plasmius brutally raping him to ask any questions, though, so those would have to wait.
"Worst. Teacher. Ever." He grumbled as Vlad started up the shower for him, still holding him in his arms. "What kind of teacher rapes you if you fail a test?"
"The Plasmius kind." Vlad shrugged. "You must remember, you're really the only company we get usually and he doesn't often get much…"
"Action?" Dan laughed. "So he's a desperate, dirty old man?"
Vlad raised an eyebrow at him and then started to undo his tie. "If you want to call him that, then I suppose." He let his tie drop to the floor and then unbuttoned his shirt.
"Uh…what're you doing?" Dan frowned.
"You're going to need some help showering. I'd rather not get my shirt wet." He set the shirt to the side and then knelt over the tub, setting Dan down gently.
Dan flinched as he hit the bottom and looked up at him. "I-I can wash myself!"
Vlad got up, raising an eyebrow. "Very well, as you wish." He picked up his shirt and tie and walked out. "Call if you need me, little Phantom."
Dan watched him go and then sighed, starting to scrub himself clean. 'Note to self: Next time he proposes a wager, don't do it.' He thought. 'He is fucking brutal.'