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A/N: I wrote this forever ago, for some one on LJ. 'Just thought some one might be interested in reading it on here.
Disclaimer: I don't own The 4400.
Warnings: Incest, slash. Danny/Kyle, and implied Kyle/Shawn and Danny/Shawn. If any of those freak you out, then you probably shouldn't read this.
Substitution
Substitute. It reminds him of something used in math, perhaps a word. Perhaps if he were paying half attention to his train of thought, he might actually remember if it is something used in math.
Substitute reminds him of Geometry and the bumbling, annoying, old sub' who was probably as old as the textbooks they were using in the class. The sub' who didn't even know how to find the whatever-the-fuck of a circle, and who probably left her glasses at home.
If she had remembered them at all.
Of course, substitute can be many different things, and although most of the time when he thinks of the word it's usually linked with the old sub', right now would be one of those "many different things" times.
Substitute right now means Danny pressing against him in his new room, which looks very much like his old room. Substitute means Danny's lips against his, and his against Danny's.
The only thing that's circling in his head right now, though, is not the word substitute. In fact, the only thing in his head right now is a mixture of "Danny?", "Danny!", and "Woah. Danny."
Of course, there are other things circling around in his head, but generally it seems those are the ruling thoughts. Still, there are also the lesser ruling thoughts of "Substitute" and "Shawn" and "Substitution."
All thoughts are ruled out, though, as Danny presses harder against him, and suddenly Danny's hand is going underneath his shirt. Or maybe it's his pants. Either way, he doesn't really feel the need to complain.
He kind of feels the need to say, "This is like a black out. But more fun."
That would probably turn Danny off, though, and it's kind of hard to talk when some one's shoving their tongue down your throat. He also feels the need to say something about the word substitute or substitution, but that'd probably be another turn off too.
Plus, suddenly he's no longer against the wall, but on the bed. And actually, he's quite shirtless too. And so is Danny, who is now on the bed.
If he felt like protesting this, he would, but Danny is kissing him again, and his brain can't always work that well. Especially under such an odd circumstance as the one he was facing now.
Actually, it wasn't all that odd, or weird, considering some of the things he had done with Shawn- Except, that was an entirely different train of thought he doesn't want to go into at this moment.
This moment being Danny struggling to get his pants off and his own pants.
At the brief interlude of that, his brain goes back to the whole "substitute" thing, and before Danny manages to get his own pants off he wonders something.
Is Danny a substitute for Shawn, or is he? Or are they both each other's?
Of course, then Danny manages to take both their pants off and any train of thought is completely unmanageable at that point. Not that he minds.