Here you go~ Enjoy; it's actually the first time I've written something this explicit, so I'd really appreciate a review, and I'd like to know if you guys would like me to put a warning at the beginning of each chapter as I'm about to do now.
Warning(s): Heavy kissing, Non-con/rape
[Sorry if it's too short, but it really contains nothing except what the warnings tell. The real 'plot' starts in the next chapter.]
"Shirt off," Dark commanded, tugging up the fabric of Danny's shirt earning a yip of protest from the halfa. He smirked to himself.
"No! My shirt doesn't have to be off to kiss someone." Danny growled, hands pulling down his shirt protectively.
The ghost below him smiled; it was really a terrifying sight, not a happy gesture on the man's face. "Well, I suppose if you're shirt doesn't have to be off, then my hand doesn't have to keep away from here." Dark said calmly as Danny felt a pressure on his groin; he knew it was the man's hand, and he also knew that only the thin fabric was separating them.
"Okay, okay! Just stop." Danny shouted as he pulled his shirt off. "There, you happy?" He asked narrowing his eyes at Dark who he was now laying on top of. It was a strange position, Danny thought. Dark is dominant, but clearly being beneath was submissive.
Almost as if his thoughts were read, Dan wrapped an arm around his younger's waist and flipped them over on the large ebony couch. "Ecstatic." Danny gasped from the sudden weight that was now crushing him into the cushions beneath which Dan used to eagerly steal the boy's mouth with his own.
His tongue slid in the boy's mouth, making him gag, but Danny ignored it pushing his own tongue deeper into the kiss.
Dan growled although it was an angry growl; it sounded like it was filled with approval or pleasure. The wonderful thing about Danny was that he already knew every move that Dan liked. He knew which way to direct his tongue, how deep the other was willing to go. Given, Danny didn't know what Dan was willing to do to him.
The boy ran his hands through the heatless flames of Dark's hair, slightly irritated that he couldn't get a sufficient grip on the shifting fire. It made the kiss so much more awkward if he couldn't do something with his hands; all he could do is grip the man's wide shoulders tightly while their tongues battled for dominance.
Of course, Dan's had no trouble winning as he pushed farther into Danny's throat, the feeling of which made the younger boy gag. Dan slowly pulled away from the kiss, sucking Danny's bottom lip as he did so.
"Pretty good, Danny-boy." He held himself inches about the boy's face and grinned. "I'm not quite done though." He murmured, caressing Danny's chest with his hand before sliding it down his stomach tenderly.
Dark moved his head down sucking the base of Danny's neck. He stopped and earned a well surprised mewl of protest from the boy. Meeting his eyes, he smirked, "See how pleasurable it can be when the one performing knows your every spot?"
As if to prove this, he dragged his fangs down from Danny's neck and stopped right before reaching his right nipple. He latched on to the spot, sucking and licking the flesh and before long he had the boy arching up shamefully to the feeling.
Dark pulled away and looked down at his handy work. There would be a mark there for a while, he concluded proudly. Enjoying the fact that he left something on the boy, almost as if claiming him.
"Danny?" Dark began, pulling up the boy's chin to force him to look into his own eyes. Wide blue orbs locked with bitterly different crimson colored ones. "I have to tell you something although you may already know."
"What?" The boy snapped, trying to catch his breath. Dark really did know his spots.
"I'm a liar."
That was the only thing Dan stated before phasing out of his own clothing and reaching down so Danny's pants were easily removed as well.
"Y-you! You said you wouldn't!" Danny gasped, trying to wriggle out from under the man, hopelessly.
"Yes," he waved it off, "but I also just said I'm a liar."
Only two pairs of boxers made of thin material were separating their private regions from touching as Dark smashed his lips against Danny's in a hungry demanding kiss. The boy felt Dan's own member harden and press against his and he dreadfully knew what was about to happen, and he knew he couldn't do a thing to stop it.
He knew Dark was going to try to make him like it.
He knew it was a possibility that he would.
But, he damn well knew he was going to put up a fight to stop it.
He struggled. He kicked, clawed, cursed. Anything to get the man away from him; it only made Dark kiss harder, and along with it, something else got a little harder.
"You might as well enjoy it because I'm not going to stop." Dark smirked, breaking their kiss with a trail of saliva.
"B-bastard!" Danny croaked out as Dark tore the last of his clothes off.
"Hm, I remember those boxers." Dan said, referring to the red and ruined article of clothing he'd just discarded on the floor with their other clothing. "It's probably a good thing I got rid of them; they were getting a bit tight although I suppose they really did show how well endowed we were," he gestured to Daniel's lower regions while the boy flushed a deep red, "at… how old are you? Fifteen?"
Danny could do nothing but glare in anger. He had tried to cover himself, but Dan had quickly prevented that by grabbing his wrists and binding them with ectoplasm.
"This is your first time, I assume." Dark stated ironically. It's only been about a year since their paths had become different, and in that time, Danny had not gotten a serious lover which I suppose was normal at such a young age. Well, he had Sam, but they hadn't actually 'gotten together' as a couple yet, no matter the fact that they both shared mutual feelings of affection. "Good thing I'm experienced, or else this may be uncomfortable, and besides I already know what's going to make you scream in pleasure."
I hate him. I hate him. I HATE him. Danny repeated the mantra in his head trying to ignore everything else.
Although it was a little hard to ignore it when he felt a finger slicked with ectoplasm slide into him. He grunted at the strange uncomfortable feeling.
"How does it feel?" Dan asked. "Fuck, you're so tight. This is going to be amazing."
He grunted in response; it didn't hurt yet, but it was uncomfortable, and he wanted the invasive digit out. Dan chuckled and took it as an opportunity to add another finger, stretching him greatly.
The boy hissed in pain. Okay, that finger hurt. "P-please don't."
"Don't?" Dark asked innocently, as if there was anything 'innocent' about him. "Why should I stop?"
Why should he stop? How about because it's fucking wrong? Instead, all the boy could manage was, "It hurts."
"Of course it does, Daniel. After all, if it doesn't hurt, I must be doing something wrong. By the way," He leaned in towards Danny's ear and the fingers were gone, "I'm not going to stop."
And with those words, Dark thrust into him hard.
Danny screamed and let out all the curse words he could manage although that discluded any word with more than one syllable.
Oh my god. It- it. There were no words he could form for the pain he felt. It was like someone had ripped him open from the inside out. He felt something ooze down his leg, and he could only assume it was blood or ectoplasm. So much pain. All this time fighting ghosts and Danny had never experienced anything so mind-numbingly painful.
"Are you not having fun?" Dan asked remaining motionless inside of the tight boy which took an unfathomable amount of will power. He reached down and grasped Danny's own limp member giving it a few quick pumps; Danny's body quickly became responsive and reacted to the pleasure, earning an unintentional moan. "See how easy that was?"
Danny jerked up, trying to get away from the man inside of him, but that was quite impossible and only served to wear Dark's patience thin. He grabbed the boy's legs and propped them up on to his shoulders before using his hands to pin the boy to the sofa and stop his struggling; it's not like he'd be resisting for long anyway.
Losing any resolve the man had, he slowly began to thrust in and out of the boy.
"Get. Out. Of. Me." Danny's words were broken by pants and other odd sounds of not-quite pleasure.
Surprisingly enough to the boy, Dan obeyed completely retracting from inside of him. He smirked and waited a few seconds that felt like an eternity to both of them before he thrust back in, harder than the first time.
Danny's second scream rang out louder than the first time before being broken by harsh sobs.
"Oh don't cry, Danny." The man said stroking his face gently in an out-of-character type of way. "I can make it better." And with the last syllable, it thrust inside the boy at a deep angle which made Danny scream in pleasure.
"W-wha-" Danny began weakly before Dan interrupted him with an answer.
"That is your ultimate enemy, but it can also be your best friend if you allow it to be." He continued to move in and out, hitting that spot every time. Danny's moans were loud and constant, only being raised in frequency when Dark released his hold on the boy's shoulders and tweaked his left nipple.
Why did that feel so good? Danny wondered. He had never bothered to experiment while masturbating; he preferred the straightforward jerk-off using standard magazines or on occasion his own imagination. It never even occurred to him that somewhere else on his body could make him feel this good.
His completely hard member was now throbbing, and the heat was starting to build up. Almost as if on cue, Dan reached down and took it in his hand, pumping it in time with his thrusts.
Danny's body couldn't take the buildup of feelings, and soon enough his body involuntarily arched up and screamed weakly, reaching a release.
He fell back down on to the couch and after a few minutes and a few more thrusts, Dark pushed himself deep inside the boy and came. A short groan and he was done, although hardly winded.
Caressing the boy, he held him close. The man ignored the obvious tears streaming down the boy's face. Not knowing for sure if they were angry, horrified, or sad tears but figuring they were a mixture of all of them, Dan simply held on to him possessively.
Danny prepared himself to say something along the lines of, 'I hate you' to the ghost, but he never got the chance as the rush of emotions, pain, and shock from what had happened devoured him completely and the blackness settled down.
Finally pulling out, a mixture of ectoplasmic blood and semen leaked out of the boy. Dark ignored it and lifted his younger self off the couch.
Sleep while you can Danny-boy because come tomorrow you're going to enter your own personal hell.