Silent Departure

A Danny Phantom Fanfic

By Starsaa

Yaoi Lemon - DP/DF

Chapter 1 - How Love Began ((Danny Fenton's POV))

As I stare up into his glowing green eyes, or what I could see of them through his hair - heavy with sweat and messily about his flawless face - I think again of how it's been too long. Too long since we've held one another, tasted each other, been together, and cuddled, worn out after it all. While I'd never say it aloud, I thanked Sam for the accident which created him, and my parents for the Fenton Ghost Catcher which allowed us to become separate, tangible forms.

Seeing him like this always brought back memories of the day "we" started.

-----Flashback-----

"Blah, blah, blah, SUPER! Blah, blah, HERO! Save the blah, blah, blah..."

"Dude, do you EVER, like, SHUT UP?" I interjected. He hadn't really been saying 'blah', I think. I wasn't really listening.

"You are too carefree!" he criticized. "It's no wonder our family--"

"MY family, dude," I reminded. "You're the full-time superhero... so, like, why are you even here?"

"I came to rejoin you!" he announced, dramatic as ever. Good thing my parents were in the basement and Jazz had her music on.

"No way, dude," I stated plainly, sipping the last of my soda, burping loudly, and tossing the can aside. He looked around with his hands on his hips and a look of disgust on his face.

"This room is a disgrace!" he boomed. "I can't even see the floor!"

"Not like you need it," I pulled on his ghostly tail. He seemed to blush as he pulled it from my grip and turned it into legs. I gave a half-hearted chuckle. "You still ain't standin', dude."

"Enough!" he grabbed my wrist and yanked me up. "We must reconnect!"

"Let go of me!" I whined childishly, trying to struggle free as he dragged me to the Ghost Catcher (which, since the day we separated again, hadn't left my room). "I'm not fusing with you!"

He stopped, glanced back at me, let his feet touch the floor, and pulled me to face him, resting his hands on my shoulders. Before he could lecture me, I was desperate to silence him in the fastest way possible. By the time I'd realized what I'd done, he was holding me close and prying my mouth open with his own. Strangely, I found myself allowing the gestures, and returning the affection with no discomfort.

I could feel my cheeks grow warm with the kiss, and my pants grow tight with the proximity of our bodies. While I was thoroughly enjoying this, it troubled me. I was more turned on by making out with my other half than I had been any of the two or three times we'd kissed Sam. However, there was still all those times we obsessed over Valerie and Paulina. If a guy likes girls, he's straight. If a guy likes guys, he's gay. So what is a guy if he likes both girls and guys? I'd never heard of such a thing. My thoughts were cut short as he pulled from the kiss, and I had to hold back a whine.

"You think too much," his voice was softer than usual, much softer, and his eyes no longer glowed with pride, they were instead glazed over with lust.

As well, I had lost the will to be rude and careless. Without that, I could only let my mouth hang open slightly. I could move my lips, but no sound would come out. Having his gaze locked on mine was not helping. He smiled affectionately and ran a hand through my hair, resting it on the back of my head and pulling me into another kiss. When I tried to move our bodies close again, I was stopped. Instinctively, I moaned into his mouth as he cupped his hand between my legs and gave a gentle squeeze. I could feel my blush deepen and my manhood pulse into his touch. I found myself gripping onto his shirt, rather than him, and pulling him with me as I walked backwards towards my bed. While I was still getting used to the whole situation, I knew I wanted it to continue. Having been blind to my path, I stumbled over something and we began to fall back. Our kiss was broken and he quickly let go of his hold, wrapped his arms around me, and flew the short distance to the bed. He laid me down gently, then placed his legs on either side of mine and his hands on either side of my head. I emitted a tiny embarrassed laugh.

"Guess I do gotta clean up..."

He placed a finger on my lips and hushed me. "That can wait, Daniel," he seemed to purr as he said my name, and I found myself blushing again. I nodded obediently, closed my eyes, and sighed softly as he relieved me of my pants.

-----End Flashback-----

The rest is history, I tell myself. You shouldn't be zoning out now, it's rude.

"It's okay, Daniel," he strokes my cheek, smiling gently. "I've gotten used to you zoning out at this part."

As if to remind me what he means, he rocks his hips lightly. I let out a soft moan, coupled with a soft purr, a habit of his I quickly picked up. The slightest movement he makes while inside of me is enough to make me the happiest kid alive, and he knows it. One of the first things he learned was that we can only have sex if my family is too busy to hear me, or if they're not home, because I can get very loud . Other than the restrictions it causes, he has no complaints. He loves the sounds I make, and I don't have to take his word for it, I can feel him pulse inside of me.

So as not to say anything to ruin the moment, I merely nod and pull him down for a light kiss. My family will be back soon, so we have to finish up. He pulls from the kiss and holds my waist, and I grip the bed sheets firmly in my hands. He draws back slowly, I grit my teeth, he shoves in quickly, and I moan aloud.

"Faster," I demand, and he obeys. I twist and cry out but he knows I'm loving every minute of it. He tightens his hold on my waist, knowing what I'm going to say next. "Harder..."

As he continually thrusts in and out it takes all I can not to scream his name. I have to hold it in until the end, which feels closer than I'd like it to.

He slows his pace and begins thrusting into me as deep as he possibly can. I can't help but scream now, but I bite back so as not to say his name.

"It hurts..." I cry softly, my way of telling him I'm close to climax.

"I know, babe," he replies. "It's almost over."

I feel my nails tear holes in the bed sheet and begin assaulting my palms. I try to loosen my grip but find that the minor pain in my hands serves as a distraction to the other pains. The next thing I know I hear my name in his voice and feel his release spill inside of me. The moment triggers my own climax and I allow his name to escape me at last. As he'd learned to do to minimize the mess, Danny had leaned over me just before I came. It got the two of us sticky, but protected the rest of my room (which, with him around, had stayed remarkably clean). As we pant to catch our breath, he kisses me softly and pulls out. I whine softly, as I always do when it's over, and he rests his forehead on mine and chuckles softly in response.

"I love you, Danny Phantom," I say with all sincerity.

"I love you, too, Danny Fenton," he replies the same. I wrap my arms around him, he pulls the covers over us, and we lay side by side for our remaining time alone.