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i now put their mental conversations in italics to help separate them from narrative text. thoughts to oneself, however, remain in plain text.

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Silent Departure

Chapter 5 - Curiosity Well and Awry ((Danny Phantom's POV))

His face flushes instantly at my words, and I can't help but grin. He seems to be thinking, but I'm nice enough not to intrude. I want him to give me an honest, uninfluenced response. Still looking thoughtful, he rocks his hips gently. Without reading his mind, I can't tell if the motion was intentional or not. Still without answering me, he goes on to strip me of my remaining garment, as well taking his own from his lower legs, where I'd left them before. Not my fault I couldn't reach far enough to remove them. He leans over me and plants a soft kiss on my lips, gently wrapping his fingers around my pride as he does so. I blush lightly and part my lips, and he slips his soft tongue into my mouth and encourages me to return the favour. I remove my gloves, something we always seem to forget to do beforehand, and trail my fingers down his stomach. He shudders lightly, in place of a laugh. I know it tickles him but I need some way to find his pride without reaching blindly, and his stroking mine in the meantime is not helping me to concentrate. As my fingertips trail along his shaft, he shudders again. Just when I go to grip him, he breaks our kiss and moves down, taking me into his mouth. I arch my back and moan louder than I'd intended to, and blush again as I feel myself pulse. He pulls up until only the head is between his lips, and flicks his tongue over the tip. I shudder lightly, and he wraps his fingers around the base once more. He moves his mouth down until it's just above his hand, then simultaneously moves his head and his hand up, and back down. He continues this motion with a quickly increasing speed, and reluctantly, when I feel near my peak, I lace my fingers into his hair and hold him in place.

You're going to make me...

I know... his voice is mischeivous.

But... then I won't be able to...

Didn't you want to switch roles?

...Yes. I let go of his hair while replying and he resumes the motion slowly. I wasn't sure...

No more talking. he demands, quickening his pace once more. I moan softly and lay back. He knows how cute I think it is when he tries to control me, but right now he's not trying. I asked him to dominate me and he's going to grant me that request as best he can, so I should do nothing to defy him.

((Danny Fenton's POV))

It's nice to actually have control over him. Naturally, I'm nervous about dominating him - wondering how different it will be, worrying that it won't be as enjoyable for one or both of us... but at the same time, I'm curious. I love the way he feels inside of me, and we're practically one in the same, so why should he be denied that feeling? As well, he's told me that he loves being there... so that should mean I'll enjoy it too.

Stop it, I tell myself. You're analyizng the situation too much.

He laughs softly, mentally. Aloud, he's too busy trying to control his moaning. I wounder if he'll be as loud as I am. I try to wonder more but my thoughts are interrupted as his body tenses and I taste a thick, warm liquid spilling into my mouth. When I'm sure he's done, I pull from him carefully and swallow the substance. He blushes lightly and opens his mouth, intending to ask if I want anything from him, but I shake my head 'no' before he can offer. Slowly he nods, then takes out the lubricant we keep in our bedside table. He seems almost shy as he hands it to me, and I can't help but smile. He had seemed so confident before, but once he was sure that I agreed to his suggestion, he slowly became more submissive. I'm not complaining. While having him put up a fight would be arousing, we don't have the time, and it would also make me a little less confident in my ability to please him while in the dominant position. I take the lubricant from him and apply it generously to my pride, then smooth what remains on my fingers and push one into him for preparation. Immediately, he tenses again, and lets out a soft whine. He's extremely tight, as I was before our first time, and as much as I don't want to, I know I'm going to hurt him. He knows it, too... I know he does... but he's more used to pain... not necessarily in that region... but hopefully it will be enough to make this easier for him.

You're rambling again, I mentally scold. Why do you always do that?

Trying to focus, I force a second finger into him. It's difficult, and he claws at the sheets in pain, but if I don't at least try to loosen him up then he'll likely scream when I enter him. At this rate... I won't be surprised if he still does. I twist my hand side to side, forcing his walls apart from eachother, and then lean over him and move my hand back and forth in a gentle thrusting motion. Already he's panting and moaning my name, not caring as much as I do to hold it until climax, and despite that I just brought him to release, his erection is quickly returning. I blush and close my eyes, trying to ignore any observation other than how his entrance feels around my fingers. As the lubrication on them wears thin, I pull my hand back and position myself over him. Watching him squirm as the helpless virgin he is... virgin to being submissive, I mean, I can't help but grin smugly and ask, "Do I even need to fuck you?"

"Oh, yes, Daniel," he breathes, grabbing the back of my head with one hand and viciously pulling me down, crushing our lips together and forcing his tongue through to explore my mouth more passionately than ever before. I can't help but moan into the kiss as he greedily tries to swallow my tongue, which apparently is supposed to serve as a distraction as he spreads his legs and uses his free hand to try and guide me into him. Taking the only escape route I know, I bury a hand in his hair and pull, distracting him long enough for me to break the kiss. I let go and smooth his hair, smiling apologetically, and he glares up at me, or tries and fails due to the playful smirk on his lips. As well, in his mind he's begging me to continue, but I'm not supposed to hear that. Nonetheless, I place myself at his entrance, and slowly push in. He arches his back and groans my name once more, the former action making my job more difficult, so I wait for him to relax before continuing. It's difficult, he's still very tight, and he needs so badly to cry out.

Put the pillow over your face for a moment. I tell him.

I can handle it, Daniel... he protests weakly.

Listen to me, lover. Please, do as I say.

Without another word, he obeys. I take a deep breath, grip his waist firmly, and thrust in as deep as I can. He grips the pillow firmly and cries out, and I can tell via our link that he's still severely holding back a reaction. It dawns on me that he still loses control over his Ghostly Wail sometimes, so it's even riskier for him to be the submissive partner. Slowly I draw back, and then thrust in again, but not nearly as hard since my previous assault had been enough to loosen him so that we weren't completely uncomfortable. He moans responsively, then moves the pillow beneath his head once more, telling me that it should be okay now and he needs it to comfortably support his head. I nod and repeat the slow-fast motion once more, moaning softly as I realize just how nice it feels to slide into him. I even my pace so that my retractions are the same speed as my ingressions, and the motion seems more enjoyable to the both of us. He's adjusted quickly to the feeling and now emits noises of pleasure much more frequently than those of pain, and it doesn't take him long to discover that the submissive partner still has the power to demand the pace and power of the dominant partner.

((Jazz's POV))

I know I said I wasn't going to interfere, and I know I just spend all my valuable afterschool time keeping Mom and Dad in the basement and away from Danny, but I know about him being half ghost, and I know about being a teenager, and I just overall know enough that I should be able to help him with his problems. Being moody is one thing, but blowing off his friends - that I just can't stand for. I can't let Danny become depressed, he has enough problems as is! Okay that was worded crudely, but I know what I mean, and it's not like anybody can read my mind.

I approach his room slowly, he sometimes has this sense of when somebody is nearing his room and I don't want him to hear me. As I get nearer to the door, however, I'm more concerned by what I'm hearing from inside the room. It sounds like panting, and a series of soft moans... but... Danny's in there alone.

Well, he is a teenage boy, I tell myself while feeling slightly disturbed.

Twisted as it is to say, I'm glad he's doing something a normal teenage boy would do. But what does this have to do with his behaviour earlier? Is he generally frustrated and needs some form of relaxation? Or, is he sexually frustrated and that's why he doesn't want Sam around, but he turned Tucker down too so it wouldn't be suspicious?

Ahh! Why am I thinking like this? This is one part of my baby brother's life that I should not be thinking about! Then again... would it be more awkward to talk to me, or Mom and Dad?

"Ohh, Daniel, faster!"

I blink. Did I just hear what I think I heard? But, that can't be right... that's Danny's voice, but telling another Danny to... I don't even want to know... do I?

The moaning and accompanying sounds become louder. "Harder!"

A small laugh. "Glad you're enjoying it."

A sharp cry, followed by a shush, and smaller whines. But when they spoke, both voices sounded like Danny. I can only draw one conclusion, but how...

The Ghost Catcher.

The Ghost Catcher disappeared from the lab quite some time ago, and since that time, Danny's emotions and behavioral patterns have been the metaphoric equivalent of a roller coaster. I lean against the door and sigh. That's the only explanation. Danny used the Ghost Catcher to split his human and ghost forms and has been having a narcissistic, sexual relati--

HOLD THE PHONE. I pretty much just said my fourteen year old brother is having sex with himself. Okay, so a ghost that ha... can ghosts even HAVE sex? Well... judging from the commotion in the room behind me, they can. Okay, so Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom are in a relationship... at least, I hope it's not just pointless sex. No, my bro... brother... does this mean Danny's gay? But... there's Sam... and that Paulina girl... and that Valerie girl, too... okay, so he's bi. Wow, this is a lot to take in. What if Mom and Dad find out? They can't... I can't tell Danny I know... but I have to tell someone... Sam and Tucker. They must know. He told them he didn't want to hang out because he wanted to have alone time, and they understand. Then why did they look dejected? Maybe they don't know... but they know everything... they knew Danny... they were THERE when Danny... it's Sam's fault that Danny even became half ghost! Okay, so it's Mom and Dad's fault for creating the portal, but Sam encouraged him to go in it.

Hearing the boys call out to one another at what I'm going to assume to be the peak of their act is more than enough to push me over the edge. I hold my head and walk as carefully as I can to my room, shut the door gently, turn my music on, and curl up into a ball on my bed to try and process this information.