Dinner was a quiet, albeit awkward affair; Danny couldnt seem to look either of the two older males in the face, and right after dinner grabbed his schoolthings and went straight to his room. As per usual, Andrew spent time with Vlad in the study before bed.
"I gave my consent, if he wishes to pursue you," Vlad said absently as he looked over something concerning his mayoral duties. Andrew looked up from the book he was reading (disturbingly, 'Lolita').
"Really now?" he asked, adjusting his glasses. "That's sweet of you, Vlad, but I think that he might grow tired of me after awhile."
"Whatever makes you say that, Andrew?" Vlad asked, looking up. "I would think that it would take YEARS for him to lose interest in YOU. You're creative; you've read pretty much every Kama Sutra book ever written..."
"It's a matter of preference, my dear Vladimir," the 'Writer replied, smirking over at his lover. "According to HIS account, he goes for the strong, obsessive, dangerous type." His smirk broadened, showing off his sharp teeth. "Sound familiar? VLAD?"
The billionaire lowered his head back to his work, hiding his flushed face. "...I havent a clue what you're implying," he replied stiffly.
"Then let me give you more clues!" the Ghostwriter said cheerfully, grinning up a storm by now. "Danny apparantly gets off on the tall, strong, dominating, billionaire types that-!"
"HE'S MY GODSON, FOR GOD'S SAKE!" Vlad shouted, his face red. "DAMN IT, Andrew, I'm forty-three years old! I'm old enough to be his father!"
"And technically, I'M old enough to be YOURS," the 'Writer replied smugly. "Age is just a number in human years, and superfluous in ghost years. Which one are YOU more concerned with?"
"Human years of course!" Vlad replied, his voice a nearly panicked pitch. "And to suggest that I would be interested him in such a way...!"
"And I know you are, to a degree..."
"I AM NOT!"
"I've seen the way you look at him, Vlad," the 'Writer said, his voice and face serious now. "I've seen it for the past YEAR now."
"I can assure you -!"
"Vlad, get your head out of that dreamcloud of you being Danny's father and take a look at where you actually stand a CHANCE at standing with him!" The 'Writer banished his book back to its place on the shelf and stalked over to the elder halfa's desk and leaned over it predatorially. "Your obsession with Danny is FAR more than a simple wish to be his father! I've watched your fights! I've watched your interactions! I was THERE when the boy took his hoodie off to show you how 'filled out' he was. I SAW the way you looked at him! You WANTED him!"
"That is NOT tr -!"
"It IS true! Damn it, Vlad, you're torturing yourself with your short-sighed asperations for Danny! If you werent so blind to your OWN desires, you'd actually see that the boy's been looking at YOU that way, too!"
Vlad stared in shock at the ghost in front of him; he seemed to a loss of words or actions at the moment. The 'Writer stared his lover in the eye almost hypnotically, not letting the halfa look away until he saw reason. After a few minutes of the stare-off, Vlad buried his face in his hands and shuddered with self-disgust.
"...How could I even THINK that way about Daniel?" he muttered to himself. "...He's...he's just a boy! My Little Badger...! I cant think of him like THAT!"
"You CAN, Vlad," the 'Writer replied gently. "You CAN, because you DO. Danny's legal now. He can make his own decisions. And besides..." He smirked. "Who said it was YOU precisely he was interested in?"
"...What the bloody hell are you -?"
"Vlad, Danny's attracted to GHOSTS. GHOSTS, Vlad." He gave the elder halfa a pointed look.
"...You mean to tell me that he's attracted to PLASMIUS?" Vlad asked. The 'Writer gave him a 'look'.
"You take on a completely different personna as Plasmius than you do as Vlad," Andrew said, shrugging. "Approach the subject to Danny as Plasmius, and just see how that plays out. My money's on him returning the affections."
"...You disturb me greatly, Andrew," Vlad said, sitting up and running a hand through his loose hair. The 'Writer practically preened.
"It's a gift. I used to be ashamed of it when I was alive, but I'm positively thrilled to be known as a freak these days."
"...You and your cheap thrills." Vlad stood up and stretched. "I'm going to bed. No sex tonight; this conversation has killed every aroused thought in my brain."
"I can change that. Give me five minutes."
"Nympho."
"Prude."
It was ten at night, and Danny had his History schoolwork spread out on his desk; he was supposed to be writing a paper on the French Revolution, but it was kind of hard, with no coffee. Coffee had become his best friend since he had started ghost fighting. Heaving a sigh, Danny put his pencil down and rubbed his eyes. If he was going to finish this stupid report, then he NEEDED coffee. He pushed back from his desk and snuck quietly down the hall towards the stairs and glanced curiously at Vlad's bedroom door; it was slightly ajar, with a dim light coming from inside.
'...Curiosity killed the cat,' he reminded himself, looking away from the door and back towards the stairs. A soft sound from Vlad's room stopped him. ...Eh, what the hell; cats had nine lives, and he was half-dead, anyway. Turning invisible, Danny inched his way over to the ajar door and peeked inside.
...Sweet mother of Clockwork.
The only light in the room was a dim lamp, but it was more than enough light to see what was going on. Vlad was lying on his back, his hair undone, and quite obviously naked. The 'Writer was kneeled between the elder halfa's legs, and it didnt take a genius to figure out what he was doing. And that sound Danny heard earlier was Vlad; the 'Writer was right. Vlad WAS vocal in bed.
And if Danny wasnt so turned on, he would find that hilarious. But right now, his eyes were glued to the scene in front of him and they couldnt seem to draw away. He watched as Vlad buried his hand into the 'Writer's hair and clench a few times before letting go. The Ghostwriter lifted his head and crawled up Vlad's body, kissing the halfa's skin en route.
"I told you I would change your mind," Danny heard the 'Writer drawl softly in a tone that resonated all the way down to Danny's groin. Vlad rolled his eyes and pulled the ghost up and kissed him hard, elicting a moan from the both of them.
Danny was quite sure he was going to pass out from overexposure of sexuality, but he couldnt be assed to care at the moment. He leaned in closer, making very carefully sure he didnt jar the door, to get a better look, ignoring his weaker human constitution that was screaming that this was SICK AND WRONG and instead indulging his ghostly hormones, who were having the time of their lives with the voyeurism. Those hormones that made him focus his attention on how truely attractive the two older men were.
Vlad was built like a Roman god; no exaggeration. His hair truely looked like silver in the dim light and his eyes practically glowed both dark blue and red, depending on who did what.
The Ghostwriter -Andrew- on the other hand was built more lithely, with the toned body of someone who did some minor lifting of heavy things (case in point: books. A LOT of them). Without his glasses, his face had less of a bookworm look, and more of a feral one, especially the situation considered. His hair framed his face almost beautifully, and made his glowing green eyes stand out vividly. Pair that with the sharp-toothed smile he was giving Vlad at the moment, and he looked positively wild.
Astounding how the arrogant billionaire fruitloop and the nerdy bookworm could turn into a god and a feral animal with just a simple removal of clothing.
...And those descriptions of the two did NOT help Danny with his situation AT ALL.
Danny slowly leaned back so he could leave the scene, possibly rub out a few, and go to bed, when something connected with the back of his leg. He whipped around to see Vlad's cat Maddie latch herself onto his pant leg and cursed animals for their sixth sense as he lost his balance and collapsed thorugh the door, his invisibility dissapated from the surprise of the quasi-attack and the fall.
Unaware that his invisibility had failed and hoping like MAD that the cat would take the blame, Danny quietly sat up and caught the eyes of the two older men on the bed -who were staring right at him, one with a shocked and possibly horrified look on his face, the other amused. Three guesses whose belonged to whom, and the first two dont count.
All three of them fell into silence before the 'Writer sat up and leaned against Vlad, a smirk on his face. "Hello, Danny," he said, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. "Care to join us?"
'...SHIT,' Danny thought.
*bursts into insane laughter* MUAHA, I AM EVIL!