Danny didn't know really when the panic first started to set in, when he had arrived at the house and couldn't find his overzealous other half, or when he noticed that Dash, too, was nowhere to be seen.
It had taken him only a few minutes of scanning the partygoers to acknowledge that neither teen were on the dance floor, or on the first floor at all, he had checked the bedrooms of the first floor and aside from teens doing the usual, much to his mental trauma, he found nothing. Something akin to fear squeezed inside his chest. Could they have gone outside? Had Dash decided to take his other self out for a thrashing?
He wouldn't put it past the jock.
The night was much too quiet for him, perhaps all the action had been here. Did a ghost attack and no one notice Danny was gone?
He was certain this was the case, after all Dash would have had to drag Danny upstairs to the second floor to be beaten up, and that would have caught someone's attention. But after a thorough check of the grounds outside, he found no sign that a ghost had been anywhere at this house, let alone in a struggle with his alter and Dash. Two very formidable opponents when it suited them.
Things weren't starting to look good, no sign of him inside, no sign of him outside, no sign of an attack or of him being hauled off by his balls to be stuffed somewhere. Where could his reckless idiotic mentally unhinged party going out of control human self be?
He stopped mid hover, just realizing he'd been insulting himself for a good half minute. With a heavy sigh he resigned himself to a life of mental therapy and constant arguments with his bathroom mirror reflection, simply because.
There was a noise behind him, not much, a creek really, like bedsprings. Did rich kids have beds with springs? He'd figure even their guest rooms would have tempurpedic mattresses, simply for the fact that they were impressive, and hardly anybody had them.
Turning around he spied a slightly curtained window, not heavily curtained, of course not this was a rich kid's house during a party meaning the drapes would have to be wide open leaving nothing but a thin translucent curtain to blur, but not really hinder, the vision of two bodies lying on the bed.
Two very familiar looking bodies.
Who were they? Danny saw them, but for some reason it just wouldn't click in his mind, his brow furrowed in concentration as he wracked his brain. Something was just WRONG about the situation. Wrong on a level that his mind wouldn't let him even consider it.
The he realized…
It was HIM!
After his mind finally relented the internal struggle and allowed him to realize just who the two necking teens were he couldn't make himself UNREALIZE IT! It was his missing other half in bed, straddling Dash Baxter, straddling a barely dressed Dash Baxter. Straddling him and kissing his navel and… WHERE WERE DASH'S PANTS?!
His mind latched on that small, trivial topic in a desperate attempt to steer itself away from the image of Dash Baxter lying back, flushed, panting, and the long THING standing proudly erect and waiting for his foul human half to…
OH GOD!
He hadn't realized he had pressed his hands up against the window until in his horrified stat he unintentionally turned intangible, falling completely through the window and hitting the corner of the lampshade, knocking it, the lamp, and the corner table it had been sitting on down with him as he landed on the floor with a painful "Omph."
There was a ringing in his ears and the sound of hurried movement followed by a pain filled cry as someone lost their balance and fell off the bed. The small creaking springs laughing at him as he lay on the floor tangled in the electrical cord, he wanted to will himself invisible be didn't have the time as soon his other half was in his tear filled vision, face showing surprise and embarrassment, before quickly being shrouded in the shadows of anger as one single word flew out of his mouth like a locked missile aimed directly at him.
"YOU!"
A/N:
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-Rin