Part Two: Shadow Man
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Chapter Twelve: Flaming Passion
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He led her to her bed, holding her hand tenderly, and he sat her down on it. She looked up at him and there was nothing but complete and utter trust for him in her eyes. She knew that he would never hurt her, would protect her always, her knight in metaphorically shining armor. She would do whatever it took because she was with Danny and that was all that mattered. She would give nothing but love, support, her body, and her soul. She would give everything to him and he to her. It would be no other way. It couldn't be any other way.
"Do you know how Shade came to be?" He sat beside her and grabbed her hand. His fingers traced the delicate lines in her palm and he pressed the soft skin against his lips. However, he did not let his eyes wander off her. He waited for her reaction. His tongue slowly flicked out and she gave a small shudder, her eyes fluttering with obvious pleasure. "Do you know what made him real?" Gently, he bit her thumb, and she gasped slightly. "You should know how it all started. It's sort of my fault."
"Mine too," she whispered hoarsely. "It was my fault he came too. I let him in."
He pushed her back and cupped her face. She was painfully aware of how inadequately dressed she was and pulled the robe closed, but he pressed her arms to her side. He exposed her milky shoulders and stared at her with a hunger she didn't know was possible. "Listen to me on this one." He lowered his face so that he could pay attention to her collarbone, just for a moment that ended all too quickly, and pulled back, leaving her aching and wanting more. "I know how it all started and whether you want to believe it or not, I made him. He had always been hiding. He really was my dark side. He was that bad guy in everyone. Everyone has him in them, but with me…" He rolled off her so that he could lie next to her and hold her hand with his, big and warm compared to hers, small and cold. "Since I got the ghost powers and it merged with my DNA, there's been certain things in my body that have changed. I think that the malevolence I had merged with that ghost power and was able to sort of take a life of its own." He put her hand on his chest. She sidled closer to him, her lithe body melding with his, like it was meant to be. "And I think that you were kind of thinking about me at that time. Uh…yeah…you know what I mean. But anyways, I think he found you. He was able to take over your dreams, and then you gave in for a little bit and it made him stronger." He turned on his side so that he could properly hug her. "I don't think he can live without you though. You're sort of what made him really live, and without you, he's nothing. I think he'll just go back to being that bad part of me, but then I can be in control." He grinned. "Pretty good for a C average student, huh?"
She smirked. "Yeah. I guess so. You need to have an okay theory every now and then." She stood up, stretching, and then looked back at him, the smirk still on her face. "I kind of knew this stuff already, though. Thanks for pointing it out. It's good to know that it wasn't a wild guess."
"I think of something good and you have to go and ruin it." He gave a pout, complete with puppy dog eyes. "Thanks a lot."
"Oh, little Danny Fenton got a boo boo," she cooed. "Does he needs me to kiss to make it all better?"
He was in front of her fast, amazingly fast, and she blinked in surprise. Obviously he had gotten better in the time since he had become a superhero; the smile that had been on her face disappeared as she saw the smoldering look he held. The fire in his eyes was unmistakable, that hunger for her that could only be sated by taking her, body and soul. It both scared and excited her. She both welcomed and shied from it; she wanted Danny, but was she prepared to take their relationship to the next level? She loved Danny from the start, but could she keep that commitment? Sex had always complicated everything. Did she want to do that? Would it ruin everything good between them?
She had a feeling it could only make it more brilliant.
"Yes." His voice was gruff. "I have a cut, deeper than anything, and it won't heal without you. I need you for it. I need you for everything."
She gulped nervously.
Those eyes.
His eyes…
He no longer stared at her as a boy would. Oh no, a boy would hold lust, would hold excitement, but they would not care of the implications. They would not care of it being their first time. They just wanted the joy that sex brought about. No, he was looking at her like a man. He knew what would happen with such physical pleasure. He knew it all and he still wanted her, because he loved her. He loved her as only a man could love a woman and he wanted her in every way possible. It wasn't sex. Sex was too casual of a word, didn't bring about fond feelings or memories of rainy days spent beneath sheets and next to a warm body. He would make love to her and then she would be his, undeniably forever.
"Don't look at me that way." It came out as a whimper from her when he stroked her face. "Oh God Danny, don't look at me like that."
"Why?" He kissed her cheek. "I've always looked at you like this." He gently took her lips, long and full. "You just never noticed."
She couldn't stop her jaw from dropping in amazement. Danny Fenton had indeed grown up to be a man.
"I love you." She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head into his t-shirt. "I love you so much."
"I love you too."
That was the incentive, and he caught of whiff of her scent, her perfume of lilies and cherry blossom with her tangy lemon-like shampoo. To say the least, it was all very hypnotic and he took his time, getting lost in the scent, hearing the slight change in her breathing. He pulled her even closer, for the bathrobe got in the way of her body. He couldn't feel every curve, every muscle. It wasn't enough for him. He didn't want their clothing tampering with each other's flesh. He wanted the essence of her, everything she was, right next to him. He wanted her as close as possible.
Ever so slowly, his hands slid under the robe, peeling it back inch by inch, but then she grabbed his wrists, stopping him, her eyes wide and innocent. He looked at her, quite confused, until she smiled seductively. "We just have got to get rid of that shirt of yours. It's just too tacky. Don't you think so?" She grabbed the hem and lifted it until she had pulled it above his stomach. She admired how firm he was, letting her nails drag lightly across its surface, relishing at how he shivered beneath her touch. "It's only fair." Her tongue flicked out and his mouth opened, slightly panting.
He ripped it off him, groaning from the back of his throat, "Yeah. Fair's fair." She couldn't refuse the desire she felt for him. He was undeniably sexy, his hair just a little messy from taking off the t-shirt, and his upper body exposed, those forming muscles just rippling below the surface. "What about you? Your turn." She shook her head, giving a small laugh and pointed at his pants. He gave a mock sigh, rolling his eyes. "I guess I could do that." She pushed him onto the bed. "You're a little feisty." He couldn't stop that boyish grin gracing his handsome features and she kissed his stomach. His breath hitched; it aroused her as well.
"You have no idea, Fenton." He sat up, but she pushed him back down. "Let me take them off. Let me touch you, at least for a little while." She licked him from his chest to his belly button. He gave a low moan, arching just a bit. His hands clutched at the blankets. "I want to do this Danny. I want to give you something I never did Shade." Her grin was positively wicked and it made him nervous, but just a little bit harder as well. "He may have had sex with me, but that was it. He didn't let me touch him like this. I want to have that with you." She tugged at the jeans, pulling them down a little past his knees. "I want to make you crazy." Her teeth grazed his left leg. He moaned again, his provocation becoming more apparent. She had to stop for a moment; seeing that manhood pushing the boxers up made a pressure start to build up within her. "You want me." She had the jeans off entirely and was attacking his legs again. He bucked into the air a few times, whispering her name, asking her to stop, although his body told otherwise. "You need me, Fenton." She crawled up his body so that she could bite his earlobe, fingernails dragging lightly across his beautiful chest. "It's the perfect way to get rid of him. Ironic though, isn't it?"
Then he had her rolled over so that he could lie on her instead, grinding his eagerness into her, making her hot all over. "It is, and I couldn't think of doing it any other way." He pulled her arms above her head, holding them with one of his hands. "But I'm not going to sit back and let you love me." He licked small circles the entire way down her neck, pausing every so often to blow cool air on the spots he had previously been. She gave a small whimper and he couldn't help but smile as he drew his attention just a little lower. "I'm going to do it. I just want to show you I'm better than him. I want to show you that while he may have been a part of me, he wasn't everything." Further her robe came off, his eyes taking in the scope of her body. She blushed deeply, averting her gaze. He grabbed her face. "Look at me." His hands slide further down, resting on her hips. His lower body pushed against her, a new warmth exploding in both of them. "I want to see your eyes go to smoke."
They had started off playful, slightly laughing, grinning. Underneath that light-heartedness, there was a passion that sparked between them. It was a seriousness that neither could deny. They wanted to adore and be adored. They'd give each other just that.
And he was all over her, but not in a way Shade had been. With that man, she never knew where his hands were, where any of him was. It had been all over, everywhere, so confusing, but with Danny, it was different. She knew where his hands were, and having his mouth right under her jaw, kissing ever so lightly. It had her trembling with fervor, sweat starting to slide between her breasts. He noticed, and moved down to lap it up like a dog; a high-pitched sort of mewl escaped her and she arched back, allowing him to take in more of her flesh. His mouth took in one of those pink buds while his hand strayed to the other one to lavish attention so that it wouldn't be so cold. Gasps escaped from her and she was soaking wet. He grinded up against her and she responded, legs starting to wrap around him.
"Danny," she panted. "Oh Danny. Oh God."
Their clothes were lost. When that had happened, neither knew. They were caught up in their own world, bodies melding together. There were soft touches, each and every single one memorized and stored away for later, knowing that special spot that made her sigh in a certain way, knowing that one place on his chest drove him crazy. His kisses had her panting for breath, pushing herself into him so hard that there would be bruising for certain. Breathing down along his thighs had him begging for mercy, pleading her to stop lest he go over the edge. It went on for what felt a lifetime.
It was wonderful.
They truly loved each other, and expressed it through physicality.
She whimpered his name, groaned it, and screamed it.
He told her how much he loved her, how beautiful she was, how amazing; she was ethereal, a goddess.
They wound themselves around each other. Slow…hard…harder…pounding…and then a beautiful, golden warmth poured out through both of them. They entered heaven, that state of bliss, to where their bodies became one, a mass of limbs.
Sam Manson's eyes clouded up in that moment when she went over the edge, turning to smoke. Danny saw every bit of it all…
And he loved it.
Finally, they had finished. There was nothing left except the heavy breathing, people clinging to each other because nothing else was in reach. Out of energy, he collapsed on her, not heavily of course, for he wouldn't hurt her like that, and the he was able to fall beside her. She rested her hand where his heart beat, her own aligning with his, and it fell down from the earlier climax until it was normal again, and they were like that, in the aftermath, content, peaceful.
Wow seemed too juvenile. Speaking felt a waste of time. They lay in each other's arms, peaceful.
Triumphant.
Then that moment came, to where she yawned, and he felt his body begin to sag slightly with exhaustion. It was inevitable that fatigue would set in. They knew it, and they were prepared. They were ready to face the world of shadows yet again, and this time…they'd win.
"I love you, Samantha Manson."
"I love you, Daniel Fenton."
Open.
Close.
They were lost in the world of sleep. They were in the land of darkness.
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"Valerie?" Tucker asked in disbelief as he opened his front door. The look of surprise was wiped completely at the realization it was his what he hoped to call "girlfriend" and was replaced with the charm of a boyish smile. "Not that I'm mad you're here, in fact, quite the opposite." He frowned a little, as if in concentration. "What are you doing here?"
"I dunno," she replied shyly. A blush dusted prettily across her simple, yet attractive face. It made Tucker smile for some reason, although he couldn't quite say why. Being around Valerie made him feel happier, calmer, more like himself. The only other people he felt this way were around Sam and Danny, although recent events prevented him from hanging around with them. "I thought I'd just drop by and say hi. I wanted to see how everything was happening…you know…with everyone. It just seems you, Danny, and Sam haven't been together this week. Is something wrong?" She looked up, quite fearful. "It's not because of me, is it?"
"No!" He grabbed her, ushering her inside. His hand never strayed from hers, even when they had made it to his living room and sat down on the couch. Her thumb skimmed lightly across his fingers in a playful fashion. They both felt a tingling sensation. It was thanks to all those hormones; whether for better or worse, neither was sure of yet. "They love you, you know. I swear. Nothing is wrong. Danny and Sam…they're kind of getting into a relationship. I think it's a little too new for them and they need some time alone to work it all out." He gave what could only be described as his "Look," consisting of a perverse grin paired with raised eyebrows. "Besides, I wasn't too nice to them when it came to hooking up. They sort of denied it and me poking fun sure didn't help."
"Maybe," she commented, "maybe not. Who knows?" He pulled her closer so that her head rested on his shoulder, and he grabbed the remote control so that the TV came on for pleasant back round noise. "All I remember is from Saturday when those two were dancing together." She blushed again, although this one wasn't so innocence. Dirty little thoughts were prevailing throughout the head of Valerie Grey, and for some reason, it was kind of turning him on. "Then those two left kind of early, and Sam didn't come to school today and I noticed Danny wasn't around after first period or so. What's going on?"
"Like I said, they're working out a relationship."
"Wow. Pretty mysterious, Foley. I didn't know you had it in you to be so sexy that way." She lifted her head up so that she could lean closer to him, her lips hovering just above his cheek. "I kinda like it."
"Well then. Let's find out how mysterious I can truly be." He maneuvered himself so that he could lay on top of her with the couch underneath them both. He kissed her and she seemed to purr, her hands sliding up to take his cap off so that she could free the hair that had been slicked down. They broke away for a little bit. "I take that as a yes."
"You win the sixty-four thousand dollar question. Now shut up and kiss me."
He did just that.
All the while, the one thing that kept on repeating in Tucker's head was: Score!
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She sat up in her bed, looked around, seeing that she was in her room. She looked down and found out that she was clothed, and in quite a stunning outfit too. That was strange though. She never expected to wear such a thing, awake or sleeping. She was pretty sure she had never seen such an outfit. She had never worn garters before. They were kind of uncomfortable, but then again, very sexy. She didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or be mortified. Opting for in between, she willed herself to be in something else, her old trademark outfit of a non-generic black tank top and pleated mini skirt completed with chunky combat boots. She checked herself again, and to her delight, found that she was indeed dressed in that very outfit. That was fantastic.
It was also a little change in the playing field.
Perfect.
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"Sam!" Hands clad in silvery gloves covered her eyes and for a split second, she felt terror that it might be Shade. "I was afraid I wouldn't make it with you. I'm glad it worked out." Only Danny, of course. She was safe, for now. "So, where is the little son-of-a-bitch?" In all his Phantom glory, her hero was ready to fight. There was no way in hell he'd lose to someone that was a part of him. They weren't even whole! "This is going to work, and with my theory, he might be a little pissed…"
An ectoplasmic shot came out from the inked shadows, hitting Danny squarely in the back. The young man went flying, hitting a bookshelf, paperbacks and hard covers tumbling down around him.
"You fucking bitch!" he roared. There was no time to react as Shade flew from where he had issued the ectoplasmic beam, knocking her down onto the bed. He straddled her, his hands reaching for her throat immediately. There was a craziness about him, like something had finally snapped, and now Sam knew what it was. "You cunt of a whore!" He slapped her, and all she could do was lie there, stunned at the ferocity of his attack. She knew that Shade had a tendency to be…passively psychotic, but this was outrageous. This was going to get her killed. "I am gonna make sure he can't fuck you. It was only me you could have, only me! I was supposed to have you all to myself, fuck you all I want."
"Yeah, I think I'm right," Danny muttered as he wiped a spot of blood from his lip. He took a deep breath and then yelled, "Shade!" His maniacal self stopped beating Sam and stared at him. "Don't get her involved in this." He took up a fighting stance. "Because you know this is really just between me and you."
"Fine," he snarled. His eyes rolled to the back of his head so that only the whites showed, giving a horribly eerie feeling to the experience as a whole. His body shifted like it had the first time, but in reverse this time around. His hair grew shorter until it became the unruly mop exactly the same as Danny's. His physique became that of a boy growing into a man, sexual and sweet in its own way. He was now another version of Danny Phantom, the look-a-like he had started off as. "I'm ready for you, you fucking crow. Here I come!"
He flew after Danny Phantom, his ectoplasmic whip brandished and ready for the hero.
Except, it never came.
"You won't hurt him," she snarled. The expression on Sam's face, to say the least, was terrifying. "I won't let you."
Surprise could not stray from Shade's face, for he was suspended in midair, some unknown entity holding him so he could not move.
"What are you doing?" Then he was moving again, falling heavily onto the floor. He got back up, sweat gleaming on his forehead out of nervousness. "How did you do that?" The ectoplasmic whip flared around his legs, snaking out towards Sam, but then as it reared to strike, it hit a sort of invisible shield and fell limply at her feet. "But this is my world. This is the world of shadows!"
"You're wrong." Power circled her as a hot wind, blowing back her hair. The anger in her seemed to leech out, replaced with sorrow, regret. That part of her that was attracted to Shade, that loved him, was having second thoughts. No matter what, she'd always feel something. Still…there was the right thing to do. "This may be shadows, but you forgot one important thing." She stepped on the ectoplasmic whip, completing severing it. It faded away in ghostly vapors. Shade was weaponless. "This is my dream, and since it means that it's in my mind, I control everything." A tear escaped, slowly trailing down her cheek. She didn't bother wiping it away. "That means it's finished…Shade."
He blinked; not knowing, and then the realization dawned on his face. It was horrible, and Sam felt something break inside her. She felt that whimsical part that had gone along with everything sort of disappear.
"Kitty," he whispered. "Kitty, no."
"Don't do this to me." Danny came up behind her, his hands grabbing her waist, giving his power and his support. "I don't love you anymore Shade. I can't love you anymore."
"That's not true. You do love me." He was pleading. He now knew that he had no power. "You have to love me. You said you did!"
She shook her head, hands gripping her ears in a desperate attempt to block out the words he said. "No. Be quiet. Just shut up!" She felt warm, and looked down to see Danny's hands. He had changed back to his original form, the coldness that the Phantom gave gone. She felt reassured by that. He trusted her enough to not use his superpowers. "You're going to go away Shade. You're going to leave me. You're going to leave us. It'll all go back to normal."
She looked into those gorgeous dark, green eyes with the gold flecks.
Love.
Hate.
Joy.
Anger.
Sadness.
Finality. It would all go away.
All of it…for him.
"Goodbye, my love."
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End Chapter
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Author's Notes: Whoo boy. I'm not sure about that beginning, with all the dirty stuff. I'm not too sure on how to do erotic…um…anyways! It's getting at the climax now with the last battle, but it won't end too soon! I plan on having plenty of angst paired with romance, and a little bit of sweetness thrown in between. I'm finally getting over the nasty writer's block. Yay! This story has taken me down a long road, always going up and down. Being in the home stretch now has me feeling a little sad, like it should never end, just go on forever and ever, but I can't do that. It'll have to end eventually. When it's gone, I hope everyone takes a little time at that last chapter and sits back for just a minute, thinking about what I've written. That's a silly little dream, though! I'm just a silly person with silly thoughts. Anyways, I'm wanting to do one thing, and that's hitting 200 hundred reviews! I love 'em like no tomorrow and reply to most every single one, as long as it's signed. So, what do you say? How about we make it happen with the ending coming about? It's been a while and let's have some celebration! I'm talking too much, so I'll go now. We'll get to hear me blab and blubber on the last chapter. Until next time, wonderful readers. Ciao.
