...Damn, this story is POP-U-LAR.
As though a fire had been lit between the two of them, Danny and the 'Writer sprung apart and turned to see Vlad standing in Danny's bedroom doorway. The billionaire was positively seething, and Danny could see a small twitch above the man's left eye. "Daniel, put a shirt on. Andrew, my office. NOW."
Danny scrambled out from under the 'Writer and fumbled for a shirt, his face blazing red. The Ghostwriter casually stood up and walked after Vlad, still bare-chested and not assed to care. Vlad snatched the ghost's arm and dragged him downstairs into the study and locked the door. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, ANDREW?" he shouted, his eyes flashing a dangerous shade of red. "HE'S SEVENTEEN! HE'S STILL A CHILD!"
The Ghostwriter, sat on the edge of Vlad's desk and crossed his arms. "He's HARDLY a child, Vlad," he replied. "And he didnt say 'no'."
"AND THAT IS SUPPOSED TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER, HOW?" Vlad shouted, his fists clenching and emitting pinkish fire. "DAMN IT, Andrew, when I said I didnt care if we saw other people, I DIDNT MEAN FOR YOU TO FONDLE UP MY GODSON!"
"A little overprotective of the 'Little Badger' arent we?" the 'Writer replied smugly. "Ironic, considering the past two and a half years of pummeling you gave the boy. All I did was kiss him. It's the lesser of two evils, Vlad, and you have NO room to accuse me of inpropriety." He gave the halfa a pointed look, not at all intimidated by the homicidal look he was giving him. "And it's your own fault, anyway."
Vlad gaped at his lover. "...My...MY fault?" he choked out, the interesting tick over his left brow twitching double-fold.
"Yes, YOUR fault." The 'Writer smirked. "YOU told me to get along with him. So I have. Turns out I like him. Case closed." He snickered at the look on Vlad's face. "Goodness, Vlad, if I didnt know any better, I would say that you're JEALOUS!"
"JEALOUS!" Vlad snapped, his eyes now completely red. "I am not JEALOUS, Andrew! I'm APPALED that you would...would MAUL my GODSON!"
"I did not 'maul' him," the 'Writer replied with a blank look. "Quite the contrary; I was rather gentle with him. It looked like he could use some calming down, so I took it slow."
"What did you do?" Vlad asked, his voice dangerously low.
"NOTHING!" Andrew replied, offended. "He got a call from that girlfriend of his, Sam..."
"He's grounded!"
"WHATEVER. He got a call, and I gave him five minutes. It wasnt even a whole minute that he crashed your phone into the wall and flew upstairs to his room. Turns out, the girl dumped him for another guy with fewer emotional and psychological issues than the 'Little Badger'." He pointed his finger upwards to indicate the boy. "So, to stop him from demolishing your house, I gave him another outlet for his feelings."
"...By molesting him?"
"DAMMIT, VLAD! I didnt 'molest' him! I kissed him, asked if he liked it, he asked me to kiss him again, and I DID! Simple! End of story!"
"Uh huh," Vlad replied, crossing his arms. "And how far would this 'story' have gone, had I not interrupted?"
"I wouldnt have slept with him, if that's what you're implying," the 'Writer replied, scowling. "I was giving him comfort, NOT being the reboud-guy."
"Fair enough." Vlad ran a hand through his ponytail and picked up a folder. "Daniel's schoolwork for after dinner. Help him through it, but DONT give him the answers."
"Duh," the 'Writer said, taking it. "I was going to college to be a teacher, I'm FAR above that form of cheating."
"Just making sure. What IS for dinner, anyhow?"
"I was going to make pasta for myself and Danny, before the phone call..."
"Pasta it is. Now if you'll excuse me, I need a word with Daniel." He left the study. "...And for goodness sake, put a shirt on, you shameless nympho!"
Vlad noticed that Danny's bedroom door was closed, which it hadnt been when he ordered the 'Writer out of it, and did the courteous thing and knocked first. "Daniel?" he said. "May I come in?"
"It's your house, fruit loop."
Ignoring that statement for the sake of peace, Vlad stepped into the room, seeing that Danny had indeed put his hoodie back on and was sitting up in his bed. The boy's hair was in front of his face, but Vlad could tell he was pink in the face. "Andrew is making dinner," he said, keeping his voice even. "Would you like to come to my study, to work on your schoolwork?" Danny made a noncommital sound, his face turned away from Vlad. "...Daniel, I'm not upset with you, if that's what you're worried about." Silence.
Vlad rubbed the bridge of his nose agitatedly. "Just answer me something, Daniel," he said, getting the boy's attention. "Did you want it?" Danny shifted uncomfortably. "I mean...he didnt force-"
"NO!" Danny shouted, jerking his head in Vlad's direction. "No, he didnt force himself on me, I swear!" Vlad saw a sliver of the boy's pale skin redden through the curtain of black hair. "...I liked it," he mumbled.
This time, it was Vlad who made the noncommital sound. "...You wanted it," he stated; it wasnt a question. Danny nodded. More silence.
"I'll stay away from him, if you want," Danny broke the silence. "I mean...if he...wants to again...I'll say no-"
"That's not what I was thinking of Daniel," Vlad replied quickly. "I was merely...worried because of your age." He ran a hand through his hair again; he had to stop that, or his hair would begin to thin. At Danny's indignant glare, he quickly elaborated. "It's not that I think that you're a...well, alright, yes, Daniel, I think that you're still a child, but then again, believe it or not, I used to be seventeen as well. And with those ghostly hormones, I'd imagine it's even worse for you. But I digress.
"...I'm...willing to share Andrew with you."
The look on Danny's face was priceless. Vlad wished he had the camera.
"...You serious?" Danny asked.
"As my love for your mother."
"Ew. But...wont that cause...problems?"
"Such as?" Vlad asked, arching a brow.
"...I dont know...like...between...you two?" Danny asked. Vlad sighed.
"Daniel, if I know Andrew, be's probably already told you that our relationship is an open one. If you like him, then I can approve. A bonus is that he practically lives here with me, so if he tries anything you dont like, I can repremand him."
"...Still trying to play the dad, arent you?"
"Well, I'm close. I'm your goddad. And as your goddad, it's my prerogative to take care of you and make sure you're safe when your own father cannot. Or until I AM your father."
"Not happening, fruit loop. Stick with the 'Writer, HE'S not eternally happily married."
"Noted. Now come down and work on your schoolwork before dinner."