Old and New Love
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom belongs to Butch Hartman, Nickelodeon, etc.
For my roommate, who desperately keeps asking me to turn this into a lemon. Not going to happen and seriously, she needs to get some mind bleach. For the rest of you, here's some more DannyxDesiree fun. There's one or two more chapters after this one. ^_~
Daniel's Rite
Desiree led her young lover to the large ornate bed in the sleeping chambers next door. Its sheets were sprinkled with crushed lavendar petals. She turned him to face her and pushed him gently down onto the bed. "Lay down, sweet prince. Tonight will be beyond imagining."
Danny obeyed, knowing that the courtesan would not hurt him. He began to shiver. This was his core exhibiting the first wild signs of instability.
"It is," she confirmed, laying down next to him. She positioned him to where they lay intimately, core to core. "The energy is going to build, my prince. I will try to keep you warm, but you must expel the excess energy you have built up."
He shuddered again and snuggled closer to her; his head leaning on her breast.
If only you were older, Prince Phantom, oh the things I could show you, Desiree thought, tracing the waistband on his trousers. She shifted their positions, so he was facing away from her. Soon, very soon, he was going to blast something and she didn't want it to be her. One hand lazily caressed his core, massaging it in a calm, comforting manner.
It came not long after. Prince Phantom cried out and unleashed a wave of ice, which coated everything in the room, but them, in a sheet of frost. A second wave soon followed, then he collapsed, the energy spent until it built up again.
Desiree surveyed the winterscape the room had changed to. Her eyes widened. Two waves of ghost energy had done this? How much more was her young prince to suffer through before his ice core stabilized? She couldn't undo what he'd done, but she could unmelt the fireplace long enough to start a small blaze going. She reached for the thick fur coverlet at the foot of the bed, positioning her prince to where he was lying on his back and covered him, leaving his core bare. Standing up, she moved to tend to the fire.
A hand reached out and grabbed hers, pulling her back into the bed. "No, Des," he murmured, tenderly. He yanked her back into the bed and pressed his lips to hers.
"Prince Phantom!"
"Nicole?" Vlad whispered, as she opened her eyes. "I have some important news for you."
"The wards are up," she mumbled. "I can feel them."
"Yes," her husband told her. "He's been found. Desiree is with him."
"There can never be an alliance between our peoples," she said, turning her head away.
"There still can be," Plasmius said, "just probably not with a wedding. Aragon will understand."
"After we put out a few fires," the Fright Knight grumbled. "The chambers are ready, my liege. The humans should be here shortly. The hunter seeks a moment of your time."
Vlad sighed heavily. "What is it, this time?"
"Probably the usual," came the annoyed response. "Shall I send him away?"
Queen Nicole closed her eyes; her pale cheeks soaked in tears. "This is all my fault."
Both male ghosts looked at her and then at each other. Neither of them confirmed nor denied it.
Desiree gently pushed him away. "You are not of full age, my prince," she said, knowing he wanted more. His cryokinesis was building up again and this time, the wintery blast would be much worse than the light snow already dusting the room. "You must focus, Prince Phantom, or we could die."
"Desiree," he murmured sleepily, "why do I feel these urges so strongly?"
"If you are talking about the sexual urges, Danny, then that is normal. Your mother wishes to make an alliance with the House of Aragon, so I will honor her wishes and keep you pure. If I have touched you wrongly, I am sorry."
"I feel strange, Des," he whispered. "It both frightens and excites me."
"There are aspects of the ritual that call for things which are yet beyond your current mortal age, my prince. Those you may not engage in. I have teased and seduced you; a small taste, nothing more."
Prince Phantom's emerald eyes turned the color of winter ice. Twin blasts of cryokinetic energy shot forth and turned the fireplace into a gigantic ice cube. "Uh, sorry, Des."
"Well, it's a good thing I haven't tended to it yet," she deadpanned.
"So what is the difference between a human's heart and a ghost's core?" Tucker asked Mrs. Fenton as she made a turn past a creepy looking castle.
"They have essentially the same functions," Maddie responded, "but a ghost's core is something a bit more-it is his very soul."
"So, if say, a teenage ghost hits puberty and his core grows in power, what happens if he is interrupted in whatever ritual ceremony he goes through in order to stabilize it?"
"He will die," the Fright Knight answered before Maddie could ask Tucker how he knew such a thing. "I am here to guide you to our king's dwelling place. Forgive me for the intrusion."
"I swear," Maddie growled, "my hair is going to turn fully white before I'm fifty."
Desiree pulled the coverlet over them and pulled her young shivering lover against her. "I am here," she whispered. She noted the dimming of the seals over the entryway and smiled. "Sleep, sweet prince. I promise you the worst is over."
She rubbed his back until his breathing pattern became slower and more rhythmic. When she was sure he was asleep, she called forth a sphere of light, which recorded the scenes from the room and then teleported it to the Time Master. Prince Phantom was not a normal ghost, and this was no ordinary rite of passage.