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A/N: Dear Guest, although you only commented on chapter four, I'm sure you've gotten this far by now…it isn't that far of a distance…at least, it shouldn't be *cough* anyway, I suppose I can see how'd you come up with "beard", I've had such incidents happen to me as well…like when I was reading a label for a type of candy and accidentally called them "stripping straws" when they were actually "steering straws." Kat, you'll find you're answer in this chapter…obviously. HikaruWinter, I hope this count's.
As a side note, today I got the Rise of the Guardians game! Sure, the graphics leave something to be desired, but all things considered, it's pretty well done for being made so quickly. I also apologize to everyone who's been looking forward to some Danny/Jack action, but it's always annoyed me when relationships move that fast. The two of them are getting there, as shown in this chapter, but they aren't quite there yet.
Chapter Eleven: Of interruptions and semi-doubts
Recap: Jack knew, he knew what was going on.
He hadn't meant to kiss him, really he hadn't. But everyone had their breaking point. And, as per usual, Danny's just happened to be the strangest of them all. A phrase, a passing of words, a movement of ever soft delicious lips…
"So you'll notice that, but you won't even acknowledge the fact that I'm real?"
Perhaps it was due to the wish to prove the boy wrong, to declare with all his might that Danny truly did (now, of course, after Young Blood had proven to be useful for once) believe his existence. And, truthfully, it should have already been kind of obvious that he did…he could see Jack after all. But the Winter Spirit wasn't going to tell him that yet—after all, why vanquish the mysterious air around him when he knew it would drive the Ambassador insane?
Oh, yes, Jack knew what was going on alright. He knew the who, what, and why, but for reasons that Danny could not fathom, he was distracting the only person who could halt it...whatever it was. Yet this didn't bother the hero, not really, Jack had to have a good reason, right? And no one who could play with children and act so childish would allow anything terrible to happen…right?
All outward and confusing thinking aside, Danny didn't particularly give a damn that it looked like he was making out with thin air as he floated above some random city which he didn't care to name. Alas, he did care enough about Amity Park to dully note that deviating this far from his role as hero was going to cost the town greatly…but the feel of snow soft hair, the taste of ice-cold flesh, and the light pants of the boy in his arms was far more important.
Moving lips to nibble on a sensitive ear Danny whispered, "shall we take this somewhere else?"
"Like…where?" Jack gasped as Danny's hands roamed across the flesh of his belly, "and why on earth are you suddenly making out with me anyway?"
"You started it."
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"How could I have started it? All I did was ask a question!"
"You kissed me first!"
"…" chilling blue eyes widened in surprise as now blue lips (his body worked in reverse Danny supposed) hung open before quickly forming a twinkling smirk, "So you've been thinking about having sex with a boy whom you just meet…after you passed out because he kissed you?"
Scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment he pulled away, head hung low enough for his dark hair to cover his eyes, "I guess so."
A laugh like falling snow resounded in the air (did he really have to resemble snow so much? There were over thousands of words in the English language and the only ones that could fit this beautiful boy were snow, and wind, and fun, and childish, and ice, this constant repetition was ticking him off!...Or maybe it had something to do with Danny's lack of knowledge in that department…). "You're so strange!"
"Pot calling kettle…"
But before the smirking boy could retort a voice, ever so demanding and annoying, broke in, "Phantom, stop going insane and get your ass down here!"
It was Kitty.