Once more, I'd like to give a shoutout to mah homie The 13th Unlucky Jinx for all her support and humorous anicdotes during the writing of this fic. Also because I want more 'Restless' chapters. Totally. And it's thanks to her that this chapter will be long. Enjoy, fellow shota pervs!
Vlad and Danny gaped at the 'Writer with shock and somewhat disturbed expressions; Vlad's expression more drastic than Danny's. He gaped at the ghost in his lap incredulously. "ANDREW!" he shouted angrily, "that is HIGHLY inappropriate! And for God's sake, cover yourself!" He pulled the sheets up over the 'Writer's lap, and Andrew just rolled his eyes.
"Prude," he muttered. He smiled at Danny, who felt like fire was burning in front of his face. "Did you like what you saw, Danny?"
"Andrew -!"
"Quiet, Vlad." His preditorial grin broadened. "Well, Danny? Dont lie, it's nothing to be ashamed of."
Danny swallowed hard, his face red. "...I...I..."
"You liked it." It wasnt a question. Danny nodded, still sitting on the floor. The 'Writer shifted out of Vlad's lap and phased off of the bed and reappeared in front of Danny, kneeling down in front of the boy. Danny stiffled a cry of shock and embarrassment and drew back, only to be held in place by the 'Writer's hands on his shoulders. He leaned forward and kissed Danny gently, like being gentle would prevent the boy from fleeing away in fear. Danny remained frozen for a few moments, then he slowly relaxed into the kiss.
After a few moments, the 'Writer pulled away and smiled. "If you like it, we can keep going," he said, repeating his statement from earlier in the evening. Danny's eyes cautiously shifted from the 'Writer to Vlad, who was looking both slightly aroused and homicidal. Andrew noticed. "It's okay, Danny, Vlad can join us."
Without waiting for a reaction from either of them for that statement, the 'Writer phased both himself and Danny to the bed, pulling Danny to him and kissing and nipping at the boy's neck. His eyes smirked lustfully at Vlad, who was right behind Danny and looking like he was about to have an aneurism at any given moment. Danny groaned and unconsciously leaned into the 'Writer, his ghostly hormones now in control, just as the 'Writer had hoped.
"Vlad, change into Plasmius," Andrew commanded. Yes, generally Vlad topped while they were in bed, but Andrew was a very commanding person. They were BOTH the doms and subs in their own ways; Andrew was a dom in bedroom personality but a sub in body, and vice-versa for Vlad. It worked out quite nicely for the both of them.
Vlad glared at Andrew and gave his godson a nervous glance that the boy didnt see, and transformed fully clothed into Plasmius.
A shudder ran though Danny's body, and he turned his head to see the elder halfa staring at him with pure red eyes. The 'Writer grinned. "Remember, Danny, when you told me that you felt attracted to Skulker, for being the strong, obsessive, dangerous type that are a bit of nutjobs?" he asked. Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "Well, Plasmius is stronger, more obsessive, even more dangerous than Skulker..." He nipped Danny's shoulder. "And he likes you, too."
Plasmius was VERY close to strangling the 'Writer, but the look in Danny's eyes stopped him from doing so; Danny's eyes had faded from the swirl of blue and green, and was now fading into a bright shade of red. It looked positively devious paired with his long, black hair; much like Plasmius himself, actually.
"...He's...he's my godfather..." Danny muttered, though the red lust in his eyes didnt fade in the least.
"He's not your father, Danny," the 'Writer replied, unzipping Danny's hoodie. "Nor is he related to you by blood. His purpose as a godfather is to take care of you, in any sense of the word." He made the hoodie intangible and put it aside. "And you like Plasmius, dont you?"
Danny shifted his eyes away from Plasmius and nodded, making the elder halfa blink and stare. "...I forget he's Vlad when he's Plasmius," he replied. "...Makes it easier."
"There, you see, Plasmius?" the 'Writer said deviously. "I told you he likes you!" He gave Danny a quick kiss on the cheek. "Danny, why dont you transform, too? That way, the prude will feel more comfortable." Danny snorted and transformed, his black hair turning stark white but his eyes remaning that bright red that stood out more with the white hair.
The boy was truely beautiful in ghost form, the elder halfa couldnt help but think. Like an ethereal dark angel... ...He'd been spending FAR too much time with Andrew, that much was for damn sure.
"Plasmius, take off the suit," the 'Writer said. Vlad looked between the two other males and sighed, making himself intangible before stripping himself of his suit and sitting nude on the bed again. He didnt miss Danny's eyes flicker over his body appreciatively. Andrew rid Danny of his own clothing the same way and shifted around, dragging the younger halfa with him as he sat next to Vlad on the bed. "Now isnt this comfy?" he asked the two of them.
Plasmius for one was not entirely comfortable being in such a close vicinity to Danny without clothes on. Danny's blush was plainly visible behind his white hair. Andrew, on the other hand, looked like he was in Heaven. He was sitting next to a (literally) devilishly handsome halfa, and had an angelicly beautiful one in his lap. Ah, he had to be the luckiest ghosts in either world right now...
"We'll take it slow, okay, Danny?" the 'Writer said, stroking the younger halfa's ivory locks. Without waiting for a response, he picked Danny up and deposited him in Vlad's lap, the boy's back facing the older halfa's chest. Danny's face reddened almost to the same hue as his eyes, but the 'Writer just smiled and kissing him, blindly grabbing Vlad's hands and putting them on Danny's hips. Danny made a soft sound into Andrew's mouth and kissed back, wrapping his own arms around the 'Writer's neck.
Vlad was at a bit of a loss of what to do until his lover gave his hands a squeeze that made him wince; the 'Writer had fingernails that could be as sharp as his teeth if need be, and they hurt when he used them. He had the back scars to prove it. He took the hint and lowered his head to Danny's neck and kissed gently, feeling for any sign of discomfort so he could stop. Danny shuddered, but made no move to stop him, so he kissed again and nipped slighly with his fangs.
Danny groaned into Andrew's mouth as he felt Vlad kiss and nip at his neck, and felt the elder halfa's hands knead softly into his hips. The 'Writer slid his own hands up to Danny's chest and stroked the slightly-tanned flesh softly, elicting another shudder from the boy. The 'Writer pulled away and smirked at the younger halfa. "Feels good?" he asked, just as Vlad proceeded to suck on the boy's neck. Danny groaned and leaned his body back against Vlad's in reply. "Thought so." He unhooked Danny's arms from his neck and shifted back a little. "Vlad, lean both you and Danny back a little.
Vlad kept his lips attached to Danny's neck, and reclined himself and his godson back a little. He hooked one arm around Danny's waist and used the other to stroke Danny's chest as Andrew kissed Danny briefly once more before kneeling down between Danny's legs and gently grabbing Danny's cock.
Danny arched and let out a sharp cry, looking down at Andrew with glassy eyes and bated breath. Vlad's arm tightened around his waist protectively, and his own red eyes flashed in warning to his lover from over Danny's shoulder. The 'Writer gave them both a reassuring smile and stroked his hand up and down Danny's length, using his other hand to stroke Danny's thighs comfortingly. Danny leaned further into Vlad, shifting his hips in time with Andrew's strokes, and gripped his hands into Vlad's arms.
Vlad kept his watchful eye on the 'Writer as he held onto his godson as said 'Writer stroked Danny a few more times before leaning down and licking it, elicting another cry from the boy, though not one of pain or discomfort. He grinned and kept his eye contact with Danny as he took all of it in his mouth and began sucking.
Danny's own fingernails were scratching at Vlad's arms as he squirmed around and groaned with pleasure. All that squirming was having its own effect on Vlad, who was finding it very hard not to do anything to Danny that might scare the boy. However, a particularly sharp jerk from Danny's hips caused Vlad to hiss and sink his fangs into Danny's shoulder hard.
Danny arched up hard and let out a yell from both pain and pleasure; the pain of having his shoulder nearly torn open, and the pleasure of cumming right into the 'Writer's mouth. He let out a groaning whine and slumped against Vlad's chest as the 'Writer swallowed and sat up and Vlad took his teeth out of Danny' shoulder, his eyes wide with fear.
"Little Badger, did I hurt you?" he asked, reaching one hand up to touch the wound. Danny gave him a garbled half-reply, and the 'Writer smirked.
"Not at all, Vlad," he purred, brushing Vlad's fingers aside and pressing into the wounded area, making Danny groan again. "I think that you've found one of Danny's pleasure points. Bravo."
"Are you sure?" Vlad asked, examining the wound. His eyes then widened when he saw the puncture marks close right before his eyes.
"Yes, Vlad," the 'Writer replied, smirking. "I'm sure. What? You didnt know the boy had speed healing?"
"...I did not," Vlad said. He kissed Danny's shoulder, where he'd bitten. "Little Badger, are you okay?"
"...I'm good," Danny replied, still sounding dazed. "...What WAS that?" he asked, bringing his hand up to touch his shoulder.
"A pleasure point," Andrew replied for him. "Quite a fine coincidence that Vlad bit it right as you came...it creates an even more intense orgasm than usual." He grinned deviously. "Want to know where Vlad's points are?"
"Andrew," the elder halfa growled. "Another time."
"Fine," the 'Writer scoffed. He kissed Danny again. "But just to let you know, MY pleasure points are my earlobes and the back of my neck. Just for future reference." He pulled Danny from Vlad, but before Vlad could protest, Andrew turned Danny around and pushed him chest-to-chest with Vlad. The elder halfa held onto Danny when the 'Writer pulled back and phased around to push Vlad away from the headboard. There were some days that Vlad honestly cursed Andrew's dominance in the bedroom. Who knew the mild-mannered ghost was a beast? Honestly...
Danny was blushing as he looked at Vlad from behind his white hair. This bothered Vlad for some reason; he reached up and brushed the hair from out in front of Danny's face. This had to be perhaps the first time he'd seen Danny's face -all of it- in over a year.
Danny still had a boyish face, but it was obviously much more mature than when he'd first seen the boy at fourteen. Almost painfully, Vlad realized that Danny had his mother's bone structure (thank God), and combined with his softly tanned skin, his white hair, and his large, beautifully red eyes, he looked positively angelic. Beautiful.
'More beautiful than Maddie,' he couldnt help but think. But it was true. And Vlad couldnt help but think that Andrew had been right.
Danny saw Vlad's eyes roam over his face like he was studying it, or something. He didnt miss the softness in Vlad's red eyes, nor the gentleness in the older male's touch as he stroked Danny's back gently. He just wished he knew what Vlad was thinking right now; this sudden affection was kind of creeping him out.
The 'Writer only sat behind Vlad and watched; he needed Vlad to discover his true feelings toward his 'Little Badger', and right now, sharing wasnt going to help that. He could wait. He had already given them a push in the right direction, all he had to do was wait for a connection (A/N: shut up, I know that rhymed; it's the fuckin' Ghostwriter, wuddya expect?).
Vlad leaned down and kissed Danny's cheek, quietly gauging the boy's reaction. Danny was still a little creeped out by Vlad's sudden need to be so gentle with him, but did find the kiss...nice. Sweet, even. He mentally snorted; fruit loop, indeed. When Danny didnt pull away, Vlad pulled Danny closer and kissed him again, this time on the lips. Danny kissed back and ran his tongue over the tip of one of Vlad's fangs.
The older halfa made a soft growling sound deep in his chest and clenched his fingers into Danny's back. Danny let out a soft moan and wrapped his arms around Vlad's body. The 'Writer smirked and hugged Vlad from behind, slipping his lithe hands around Vlad's waist, and licked the side of the elder halfa's neck. Vlad growled again, this time from both pleasure and warning, and the warning was clear: stop before he did something that would accidently hurt Danny.
The 'Writer scoffed to himself; the boy wasnt made of glass. Put some of those dominating moves on him, and he was sure Danny would return them. He peeked at the boy from over Vlad's shoulder, taking another mental note; he had been making these notes since he'd invited Danny into the bed. He was a writer, it's what he does. He had guessed by now that Danny was much like himself; behaviorally, he was dominate, but physically, he was subordinate.
A soft cry of pleasure from Danny as Vlad nipped his neck and stroked his sides turned the 'Writer's attention back to the other two. Vlad's movements were getting a little more aggressive, and as the 'Writer had suspected, Danny was enjoying it. Danny was straddling Vlad's thighs and holding onto the elder halfa's shoulders and Vlad hugged Danny tightly to him and assaulted the boy's shoulders, collarbone, and neck with nips and bites. Danny squirmed around in Vlad's lap needily, and Vlad made that growling sound that the Ghostwriter was all-too-familiar with.
It was Plasmius's sound of passion; the sound he made when he was in 'dominate' mode. Vlad only made that sound when he was in ghost form. The 'Writer just hoped that Vlad wouldnt go TOO far; he had been honest with the elder halfa earlier when he said that he had no intentions of having sex with Danny. Okay, yeah, dry sex, MAYBE. But if Vlad -or, rather, in this case Plasmius- decided that he wanted SEX, then the 'Writer would step in.
...And from the way Vlad's eyes were glowing and the way his hands were slipping to Danny's ass, the 'Writer made a safe bet that it would come to that, so to speak.
Andrew slipped behind Danny and pulled the younger halfa away from Vlad; Danny whimpered and made a sound of need, and Vlad practically snarled at the 'Writer possessively. "Vlad, behave yourself," the 'Writer chastised calmly. "No one's going to hurt the Little Badger." He petted Danny's hair and kissed the boy softly on the cheek. He laid Danny down on the bed and straddled the boy's hips, kissing up Danny's chest and neck softly with sharp nips in between. Danny sighed with content and pleasure and wrapped his arms around the 'Writer's neck to pull him closer.
The 'Writer kissed Danny and nibbled at his pleasure spot, then groaned when Vlad's fingers gently kneaded the back of his neck at his own pleasure spot. Well. Two can play at this game. He leaned down to Danny's ear so he could whisper as quietly as he could, "Vlad's pleasure spots are the sides of his neck and his fangs."
"...Dammit, Andrew," the elder halfa growled.
"...Vampire much, Vlad?" Danny asked, smirking at the older halfa from over the 'Writer's shoulder. Vlad glared down at the two of them, then pulled Danny's arms away from Andrew, leaned down and bit the 'Writer in the back of the neck. Hard. Andrew, in turn, yelped loudly and literally fell helpless onto Danny's body. "...Um...do all ghosts have this Achilles heel?" Danny asked, shifting around.
"Unfortunately...yes..." the 'Writer replied, twitching. "...And it's considered a great -OW, VLAD, NOT SO HARD!- sign of trust...to let someone know where yours is..." To emphasize, he nipped down on Danny shoulder, where Vlad had bit earlier.
Danny arched back and groaned, his hands clenching into fists as he faught to do something with them, since Vlad was still holding onto his wrists. As though knowing what Danny was thinking, Vlad let go of the younger halfa's wrists and sunk his fangs a little deeper into the 'Writer's neck as he slipped his hands around Andrew's waist and down to his hips, lifting them slightly.
Andrew knew where Vlad's train of thought was going, and nibbled the bruised flesh on the younger halfa's neck with gleeful anticipation.
And then, to all three of their dismay, shock, and nearly homicidal fury, the phone rang.
I dont think I can tell you just HOW hysterically I'm laughing at the moment. I REALLY dont think I can.