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Btw Wes is a natural born halfa in my fanfic.

Chapter 3

A floor below, in Dash's living room, the two boys heard the water turn on. Kwan seemed to sink back into the sofa in relief, whereas Dash leaned forward even further and continued to mash buttons on his controller, harder than necessary. The deep bite mark from Danny's freak out stung every time he tightened his grip, and the scratch on his cheek stretched uncomfortably when he clenched his jaw shut.

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Patches of skin were bruised, red, bleeding. Danny had scrubbed his body raw, and he could still feel everything. Their hands, mouths, their...he shuddered. Facing away from the mirror so he wouldn't have to face himself, the halfa slowly pulled on the sweatpants. Danny had to roll them up a few times, but they fir around his slim hips, surprisingly. Wes was very worried for his boyfriend, and now very protective of Danny.

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The tank top was pulled on next, the straps falling down his shoulders and irritating him. He was absolutely embarrassed when he realized the black hoodie had 'Baxter' written across the back. Danny wasn't complaining, though; if it covered him up, it covered him up. The halfa tied the plastic bag full of his ruined clothes shut, stepping out of the bathroom and back into Dash's bedroom as Wes held his hands.

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He felt completely out of place there, and it was making Danny uncomfortable all over again. But Danny was thankful his boyfriend Wes was right there that was the only comfortable thing about this. He sighed, dropping the bag next to the bed and carefully lowering himself back onto the mattress. He felt awkward, but he had other things on his mind then just how weird it was to be laying on Dash's bed. Again Danny glad because Wes made it feel like it wasn't awkward. He couldn't believe Dash and Kwan had actually witnessed him attempting to go ghost, no matter how pitiful that attempt was.

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Danny shook his head, disappointed with himself. The quarterback had not only witnessed that, but he had also seen Danny turning back into his human form from being Phantom. Sighing, the dark haired teen curled up on his side and buried his face in his boyfriend's chest again. Danny was too tired, too mentally beaten down to deal with all this. But he knew that he and Wes would eventually have to go downstairs. Going ghost and running away still wasn't an option.

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Dash had bandaged his hand, duck taped the controller back together the best he could, and still could not sit still enough to get back into the video game. He was irritated with himself, worried about Danny, pissed off in general and patience was the last thing in his mind. But in the back of his head, Dash knew there were bigger things going on.

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Like Phantom, for example. It should've been obvious, and the football player wanted to kick himself for not realizing it sooner. Fenton was Phantom, and that made Dash wonder just what exactly had happened to him. But with injuries the likes of Danny's, Dash knew it could really only be one thing. And he doubted that a ghost was the one who did it.

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All the jock's muscles clenched and strained in anger, but a creak on the steps behind him broke him out of his reverie.

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Danny froze like a deer in the headlights. He and Wes hadn't expected the step to creak, and that completely threw Danny's stealth plan out the window. Both Dash and Kwan turned around on the couch to look at him, and on instinct, Danny brought his covered hands up to his face to hide, as Wes just began to worry more. It was childish, but the mantra of, 'If I can't see them, they can't see me,' actually ran through Danny's head.

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Danny's face heated up as his embarrassment got the best of him. He huddled closer to Wes, hearing the rustling of fabric and someone clearing their throat. "Dash, I'm gonna...I'm heading home, 'kay? My mom's probably worried." Danny peeked out from behind his fingers in time to see the sheepish look Kwan gave his friend and the curt nod Dash gave him back.

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Before Kwan stepped out, he paused and glanced at Danny. "Hope you feel better soon," he muttered. Danny almost snorted as Wes held him close. Danny wasn't sick, he had been sexually assaulted. You don't ever 'feel better' after a group of fucking jerks stole your virginity on the locker room floor. But the halfa kept his mouth shut, opting instead to give a half hearted, small wave towards the jock as he shut the door after himself. "Wes I'm scared..." Danny whispered to his boyfriend.

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