Phantom sped out of the cloud of strange green dust. Skulker had managed to successfully hit them with some kind of pellet, but whatever it had erupted into didn't seem to do anything, besides irritate their lungs.
"What the hell was that?!" Valerie snapped.
"How am I supposed to know?" Phantom asked, coughing as he flew away from Skulker's island, a grouchy, bruised Valerie in his arms.
"Don't play dumb Phantom, I know you're that tincan freak's number one target." Valerie said.
"Yeah, and he's always coming up with new traps and weapons to use on me. I'm not an engineer, I don't know them all!" Phantom said.
"Whatever. I just hope I don't grow two heads or something." Valerie grumbled.
Above her, Phantom laughed. His arms were cool around her body. Man, she wished her board was working. Then she could blast this stupid ghost for getting tangled up with her on Skulker's Island AGAIN. She'd have to wait til they were out of the Ghost Zone though. She did not want to be trapped in this place on foot.
They'd been flying for a while in blissful, mildly hostile silence when Phantom spoke up .
"Can we rest for a moment? I don't feel so good." Phantom mumbled.
"Seriously?!" Valerie spat. "I want out of this green hellhole, sooner rather than later."
"I know. I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't mean it. I'm just getting kind of dizzy. I don't want to drop you...".
Valerie looked at the ghost holding her in his arms. His face was flushed green, and his radiant eyes looked duller than usual. She put a hand against his ghostly skin. Phantom was a ghost that ran cold, but now he felt hot even for a human. Could ghosts get fevers? She could feel a tremble in Phantom's arms.
"Set us down." Valerie sighed, conceding.
Phantom began flying towards the nearest chunk of land, a patch of seemingly uninhabited forest. He sat Valerie down on a tree stump, his shaking hands doing their best to let her down gently instead of dropping her abruptly. Then he collapsed to the ground next to her seat.
Damn. Had a ghost virus beaten her most hated enemy before her? Or this could be some kind of elaborate ruse. Drag her into an isolated part of the Ghost Zone, pretend to be weakened, then blast her in the back...or just leave her stranded to starve to death. .
Well she wasn't going to take her eyes off him. If he tried to fly away, she'd grab onto him. He didn't look like he'd be flying away any time soon though. Phantom was leaning weakly against the stump, one hand digging into the bark, his legs pressed tightly together.
Valerie leaned in close to him, trying to see if he was hiding a smirk or a diabolic expression under the white bangs that were flopped across his face. She didn't see anything alarming, but her nose twitched as an unusual sweet smell hit her nostrils. No way...
She recognized that aroma. It was overlaid with the tang of ectoplasm and sweat, but she was more than familiar with the scent of male omega. Her father was one. For a long time she'd hated that smell, because when she began to scent it, it meant her dad would soon be sequestering himself.
"Are you going into heat?!" Valerie couldn't believe this. Did ghosts even have heats?
"Umm...maybe?" Phantom said.
"You're an omega?"
"Yeah?" Phantom said.
"You. YOU are an omega?" Valerie asked, her eyes wide in disbelief.
"Yeah. What's so weird about that?" Phantom snapped.
"Nothing!" Valerie said. It was just surprising given how aggressive Phantom was. Most omegas she knew were, if not timid, still laid-back and not eager to fight.
"You think just because I'm an omega I'm supposed to sit at home and look pretty?" Phantom said, rolling his green eyes.
"No one would ever mistake you for something pretty." Valerie said.
"Gee, you don't hesitate to hit a man when he's down."
"Ugh. Speaking of which...How soon can we get off this island? Do ghost heats last as long as human ones?" Her eyes scanned the dark woods they sat in. Just because she didn't see any predators lurking didn't mean there weren't any. She didn't want to spend a single day with Phantom, especially not in this creepy place. And human heats usually lasted a couple days. Man, she hoped ghosts ones weren't longer.
"How would I know?" Phantom asked.
"Duh, you're a ghost?" Valerie said. "Don't tell me this is your first heat!" her voice rose.
"No!" Phantom said, snapping his face up to look at her. He wobbled for a second, as if overtaken by a wave of dizziness. "I just...don't know how long human heats last."
"Two or three days." Valerie said. "So how long are ghost ones?"
He just shrugged and looked away.
"So you don't know!" Valerie said. "I knew you were lying."
"Fine!" Phantom said, rolling his eyes. "I have never had a heat before, happy?"
"No. I am literally trapped on an island with an omega in heat." It was like a bad romance novel. And the romantic lead was the last person in the universe whose arms she'd want to swoon into.
Phantom took in a shaky breath and leaned his head against the tree stump. "You should probably go sit somewhere else, far away from me."
Valerie let out a bark of laughter at that. "I am not wandering off into a creepy ghost forest, nice try."
"Well I can't go. I don't think I can even stand right now. And it's only getting worse."
Valerie could tell he wasn't lying about that. The smell of pheromones rolling off of the ghost was getting stronger, burning Valerie's nostrils and making her cock twitch with interest.
No. She thought firmly. She wasn't falling for any of the ghost's tricks. For all she knew, ghosts could throw off heat pheromones at will, or alter their biology to whatever suited their nefarious plots.
"Where are we, anyway?" She asked.
"How would I know? It's just some random chunk of land floating around as far as I can tell." he grumbled.
"You should still know where we are in relation to the portal." She said.
"I don't know, halfway there?" he said.
"You don't sound very sure." she commented.
"Because I'm not? I'm a teenage crimefighting ghost, not a cartographer." He said.
Valerie looked over at what sounded like a zipper sliding down.
"Hey!" she shouted, jumping up from the stump and reaching for her blaster. "What the hell!" she said. The ghost had unzipped his black jumpsuit to the waist, baring his toned arms and chest to her eyes.
"Jeez, would you chill? I'm just trying to cool off. I'm melting over here." he said.
Valerie swallowed, and slowly put her gun away.
"I'm not sleeping with you, ghost creep." She said.
"I don't want you to. " he shot back.
It wasn't his best comeback, but his head was swimming and his body felt like it was on fire. Appropriately witty banter was the least of his concerns.
Valerie sat back down on the stump. It meant getting nearer to Phantom, but she didn't want to stand. Standing, it was all too easy to take action. She didn't want to talk to the ghost either, or even look at him. But she had to keep her eyes on him, or he might pull some kind of stunt.
It wasn't because he looked good enough to eat, his half-naked state showing off beautifully defined muscles. In the green light of the Ghost Zone his otherwordliness was gone, his glow swallowed up because everything glowed. His spooky ethereal green eyes just looked green. And Phantom had never had the typical skin of the undead, he was a healthy normal tan. And the cock laying against his belly was a normal color too, the head a reddish-purple. Even the pre-come welling at the tip was a normal pale white, not tinted green with ectoplasm.
She looked away quickly, a blush rising to her cheeks, a wave of heat rolling through her groin. She didn't want to be unready if (when) the ghost backstabbed her, but she couldn't keep an eye on him when he was like that.
They stayed like that for some time, her uncomfortable and nervous, him burning up and struggling to think. Valerie mentally ran through various ideas to get out of the Ghost Zone on her own but couldn't come up with a solid plan.
Eventually she was brought out of her thoughts by his voice languidly calling to her, "Hey Valerie."
She looked down at him.
He was looking up at her, his big green eyes glassy and huge. Then he floated up a little and kissed her. His mouth was unexpectedly pleasant for a ghost's. She would've thought they'd be cold and clammy like kissing a corpse, and taste like rotting flesh or ozone.
But Phantom's mouth tasted like oranges, and was very warm, perhaps because of the heat he was undergoing. It was no different than any of the human guys or girls she'd kissed before.
If asked, Valerie couldn't have explained why she kissed him back, or why she got down on the ground next to him and pushed him to the dirt. Blame the mystery chemical Skulker had shot them with, teenage hormones, poor impulse control.
But whatever the cause, it wasn't long before she stripped the suit completely off him and cast it to the side like unwanted trash, interested only in shoving her cock into the tight wet heat between Phantom's legs and listening to him cry out.
A/N: I started writing this fic because I hadn't seen any Gray Ghost fics set in an A/B/O world. You know what they say, if the fic you want to read doesn't exist, all you can do is write it XD
Sooo...as always, any feedback is appreciated ^^ feel free to let me know if there's anything in this fic you didn't like, or that was confusing or didn't work for you. I'm always trying to improve and write better fics.