I once more give shoutout to The 13th Unlucky Jinx...because I want more of her story. *eyetwitch* God, how I want more of her story...
It was nearly two-o-clock and the Ghostwriter was into his third book of the day when the doorbell rang.
THAT was quite surprising; hardly anyone came to the door during Vlad's working hours unless it was UPS or something. Still, he couldnt NOT get it. He gave Danny a quick look -the boy was still asleep- and phased down to the front door and turned off his ghostly glow (just in case) and opened the door.
In the doorway stood a girl with long black hair, wearing black clothing and heavy eye makeup. Definitely NOT someone Vlad would associate himself with. "...May I help you?" he asked.
"Is Danny here?" the girl asked, and the 'Writer recognized her voice; this was that Sam girl, Danny's ex-girlfriend. The mere sight of her put a scowl on the 'Writer's face.
"He's unavailiable," he replied curtly. He made a move to close the door, but it was stopped by her heavy boot in the doorframe.
"Listen, I have to talk to Danny," she said. "I have to make sure he's okay here."
"I can ASSURE you, girl, he's fine!" Andrew growled. "I would highly suggest you remove yourself from the doorway and leave before Vlad comes home, otherwise you will be in for a WORLD of hurt!"
"Oh, I'd LOVE to see that fruit loop try!" she shot back. "And after that, I'd also love to see Danny kick his ass for TRYING to hurt me!"
"And what makes you think Danny will care, hm?" Andrew asked, crossing his arms. "You're the little trollop who broke his heart, if I recall correctly."
"How do you -?"
"Danny told me. And he is NOT in the best of moods concerning you right now, so if you please -!"
"If you and that stupid Plasmius have done ANYTHING to him -!"
Andrew resisted the urge to tell her just WHAT he and Vlad were doing to Danny last night, but he knew THAT wouldnt end well. He growled at her, baring his sharp teeth. "Danny is FINE!" he nearly shouted. "No thanks to YOU! You dont know what he's going through, and YOU were SUPPOSED to have been his girlfriend! Well, you've lost the right to barge in here like you own this place and demand to see him! Vlad is his guardian right now, and he specifically said that Danny was grounded. NO visitors, ESPECIALLY YOU!" He reached out to push her out of the doorway, but was instead zapped like a five-alarm bitch and thrown back about five feet.
Sam smirked and lifted up her shirt a little to show off a metal belt around her hips. "Spector Deflector," she said. "You cant touch me, GHOST, and trust me when I say that I have a LOT more arsenal on me that can hurt you JUST as bad if you dont let me see Danny!"
"You have no RIGHT to see him!" Andrew growled, his eyes glowing a more vibrant green. "You backstabbing, cheating little skank! You abandoned him in his time of need, and Vlad and I have picked up those broken pieces you left behind!" He shakily stood up, shaking his hand out. "...This had better not leave any permanant damage, or I swear I will put you in a neverending story full of plot holes and spelling errors...!"
"Where's Danny?" Sam demanded. "You show me he's fine, and I'll leave!"
"You'll leave REGARDLESS, GIRL!" Andrew snarled. "You are tresspassing here, and Vlad can have you arrested when he hears about this!"
"He wont be hearing about ANYTHING, if you cant talk to him!" she shot back, pulling out what looked like a metal thermos. "You have five seconds to tell me where Danny is, or so help me -!" She was cut off when the thermos was shot out of her hands with an ecto-blast. She and Andrew turned to see Danny standing at the top of the stairs, transformed into ghost form and glaring at Sam. "Danny! You're okay!" Sam said happily.
Danny's reddened eyes narrowed at her as he silently flew to the bottom of the stairs and glared down at her, his arms crossed over his bare chest. Andrew remembered that Danny's ghost-fighting outfit was still in Vlad's room on the floor, so Danny was wearing just a pair of black jeans. He pushed all inappropriate thoughts for this situation aside to focus on the matter at hand.
"What the hell gives you the right to bust in here and threaten Andrew?" Danny asked, and the 'Writer shuddered when he heard that 'creepy' voice Danny and Vlad spoke of two days ago; it was dark and threatening, and made Danny seem years older than he really was. Apparantly, Sam recognized this voice, because she paled even more than she already was.
"Danny, I just wanted to make sure you were -!"
"That I was okay?" Danny interrupted, his eyes darkening in its red color. "What, you cant CALL? You cant wait until I'm back in school? You have to come to my godfather's house and threaten his friends? Bullshit, Sam!" He turned to Andrew, and his eyes lightened in color slightly. "You okay, Andrew?"
The 'Writer nodded, flexing the hand that had been the most shocked. "I'm alright," he replied, glaring at Sam. "Did she wake you up?"
"Unfortunately," Danny said, scowling. "But I'm awake now. Can you make us some coffee? I'll take care of this." Andrew nodded and walked past Danny, only to be caught by the arm, turned around, and given a gentle kiss on the cheek before being sent on his way. He smirked at the indignant cry Sam let out, and happily made his way to the kitchen to make that coffee. He could vaguely hear shouting coming from the foyer, most of it coming from Sam, but he could also hear that creepy baritone from Danny every once and awhile.
Finally, just as the coffee was done, he heard Sam scream, "YOU'VE CHANGED, DANNY! YOU'VE JUST CHANGED!", followed by,
"OF COURSE I HAVE, SAM! I'VE BEEN CHANGING, BUT YOU DIDNT CARE!" Andrew shuddered; that voice sounded positively demonic when it was angry like that. "JUST GO, SAM! GO! COME BACK WHEN YOU GET SOME COMPASSION! NOW GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I DO SOMETHING I'LL REGRET!" Just two seconds later, Andrew winced when the door slammed, then shivered when Danny walked into the kitchen, his eyes blazing red and the temperature about twenty degrees cooler.
The 'Writer quietly slipped the cup of coffee over to Danny, who sat down on the barstool and picked up the cup, downing the whole thing before his ice powers froze the liquid. His eyes slowly went from red back to a swirl of radioactive green and ice blue. They sat in silence for awhile before Danny spoke up. "You okay?" he asked the 'Writer.
Andrew nodded. "Just a shock. It's going away." He flexed his hand to emphasize and sipped his coffee. "Refill?"
"Please." Danny held out his cup, and Andrew refilled it.
"Are YOU okay?" the 'Writer asked. "That sounded pretty intense in there." Danny scowled and snorted.
"Sam asked me what that kiss was about," he replied. "I told her that it was none of her business, and it escalated from there." He ran a hand through his white hair and sighed. "I dont care if she knows I'm 'with' you. I really dont now."
"'Now'?" Andrew pressed. Danny gave him a sidelong glance and lowered his eyes back to his coffee.
"...Last night, I was feeling guilty," he said. "Guilty for feeling so good and WANTING it last night, when it was because of the stupid hormones that Sam left...I felt guilty that I was enjoying myself while my family was suffering." He sighed. "...I dont care what Sam thinks anymore. I mean, yeah, she was coming to check on me, but she didnt have to be so rude to you. I just...got SO angry when I saw that she was threatening you and Vlad...and that's when I kinda knew that I was getting over her, and I cared about YOU and VLAD now."
The 'Writer smiled at Danny. "It's nice to know you care," he replied. "And I care about you too, Danny. I stayed in your room all day today to make sure that you were okay."
"...I had a feeling you did. I mean...I FELT you there, if that makes any sense..."
"It does. You asked me not to leave." Danny blushed a little and sipped his coffee. "It was kind of cute."
"...'Cute'?" Danny mouthed to himself, making Andrew laugh.
"Yes, cute, my dear Danny." He smirked. "And I call Vlad cute sometimes, too...you ever seen him sleeping?"
"...Once, but I didnt really stick around to watch..."
"Well, Vlad cant sleep without holding onto something...it's adorable." The 'Writer smilede nostalgically. "For Christmas last year, I gave him a cat plushie." Danny nearly spit out his coffee.
"You didnt! ...Oh God, you DID!" He laughed. "When did he incinerate it?"
"Oh, he didnt. He keeps it under his pillow."
"...You're joking."
"I'm not." He smiled at Danny. "Would you like a nice dog plushie? I can get you one for this upcoming Christmas." Danny blushed.
"...I'm good, thanks." Danny went back to his coffee. "...Andrew?"
"Hm?"
"...Did you mean it? When you said that you...cared about me?"
Awkward silence.
"...I did mean it," the 'Writer said. "I like you, Danny, plain and simple. And I'd like to continue seeing you, if you like." Danny blushed a little deeper, and nodded.
"...I'd like that," he replied. "...Honestly." They drank the rest of their coffee in silence.
"You should finish your homework before Vlad gets home, Danny," the 'Writer said. "I'll help you with the math." Danny groaned.
"I hate math," he mumbled. Andrew laughed and put their cups in the sink.
"Well, the sooner it's done, the sooner you dont have to look at it. Come on."
After just five minutes into the math homework, Danny suddenly got what Andrew was teaching him, and finished the rest of his work with fervor, leaving the 'Writer to wonder just exactly WHAT schools were teaching kids today, if they couldnt get through basic algebra by freshman year of high school.(1)
With the evil algebra done, Danny went back to his report on the French Revolution, which he was doing fine by himself with, so Andrew amused himself with Danny's literature book until that was done with. Andrew looked at the clock; it was nearly four, and Vlad still wasnt home. He pegged it off as another late day at the office and turned his attention back to the book before Danny got his attention.
"...Hey, Andrew?"
Andrew looked up. "Hm?" Danny held up a few slips of paper.
"...Did you read my essay for English class?" he asked. The 'Writer nodded.
"It's coming along well," he replied. "A fine topic, if I do say so myself..." He smirked at Danny's blush. "A fine point of writing, dear Danny, is 'write what you know' before you 'know what you write'. You've had experience in that topic, yes?" Danny nodded, still blushing. "And you know what you write is true. I would continue with that essay; it looks very A+ worthy." Danny went quiet, and Andrew went back to his book, only to have it pulled out of his hands just a few moments later. "What are...?"
He was cut off by Danny kissing him. He froze with surprise, but only for a moment before he pulled Danny closer to him and edged toward the bed. Danny pushed Andrew onto his back and took off the 'Writer's glasses, putting them carefully on the nightstand before kissing the 'Writer again, accidently cutting his tongue on the 'Writer's sharp teeth.
Andrew groaned into Danny's mouth and licked at the blood on Danny's tonuge, running his hands over Danny's back. He quietly made his clothes intangible and let them fall somewhere through the bed before crawling back further onto the bed and dragging Danny with him. Danny reached one hand around to fondle the back of the 'Writer's neck, making Andrew hiss into Danny's mouth and arch up into the younger halfa. He put one arm around Danny and jerked the younger male onto his back, taking top position.
"You should be careful with pleasure points, my dear boy," he purred, his sharp teeth glinting and his green eyes glowing. "They can make a ghost...over-excited..." To prove his point, he sunk his own teeth into Danny's neck-and-shoulder meet. Danny let out a sharp cry and dug his fingernails into the 'Writer's back as he writhed helplessly under the ghost. The Ghostwriter purred around Danny's neck and jerked his hips into Danny's still-clothed ones, elicting a yelp of pleasure from the boy.
"AH! ...Ah...A...Andrew...!" Danny groaned, unconsciously spreading his legs a little wider for the ghost. Andrew pulled his teeth out of Danny's neck and licked at the blood and ectoplasm as he rocked his hips into Danny's, feeling the halfa spasm underneath him. He kissed Danny again, swallowing the boy's cries as he reached down and turned Danny's jeans intangible so he could pull them off (ahh, the joys of being a ghost sometimes...). Danny's cries and spastic movements increased with the sudden skin-to-skin contact, and he wrapped both arms around the 'Writer's neck to pull him closer, accidently-on-purposely stroking the back of the ghost's neck with his fingers.
Andrew bit into Danny's lip, drawing more ecto-blood, and sucked on it as he jerked and moved his body harder into the younger male, reveling in every hard-won cry Danny let out. It didnt matter that he wasnt actually inside the boy (he had always been more of a reciever); he was getting just as much pleasure now than he did with Vlad. This was a nice change in pace, to be honest.
Even in ghost form, Danny was panting for breath out of sheer habit; it was a sound that the 'Writer found he liked. He thrust his hips harder so he could hear more of those sounds, and was not dissappointed. Danny yelped and panted and groaned and begged Andrew for more, and Andrew gave him more. And nearly two years of being with Vlad let him know when Danny was almost there; interesting how Vlad and Danny had the same tells. Danny's eyes were clenched shut, his grip on the 'Writer was almost painful, and his back was arched so that it barely touched the bed.
Andrew grinned and dug his teeth into Danny's pleasure point again, and Danny let out a short scream as he came hard, his fingernails drawing ectoplasm from the 'Writer's back. Andrew groaned into Danny's neck and ground his hips erratically into Danny's for a few more moments before joining the boy in bliss (though much more quietly).
They stayed still for a few minutes, Danny shuddering and panting hard, and Andrew still with his teeth embedded into Danny's shoulder. Andrew recovered first and let go of Danny's shoulder and lifted himself up on his arms to look down at Danny. The halfa's eyes were blood-red and glassy, and his face was flushed as he panted out the aftershock of his orgasm. Andrew brushed Danny's hair from his face and kissed his forehead gently.
"Sweet child," he purred, kissing Danny's cheek. "Catch your breath..." He drew away from Danny just so he could lie down on his back and pull the younger halfa on top of him, stroking Danny's back comfortingly. Danny snuggled into Andrew's chest and took a few minutes to stop shivering.
The two of them laid in silence for awhile before Andrew felt transformation rings right next to him, and looked down to see black hair instead of white. Danny had fallen asleep. Smiling, Andrew gently put Danny down on a pillow and pulled the covers over him before summoning his clothes to him and putting them on. After making sure his scarf was secure and putting on his glasses, the 'Writer looked at the clock and blinked. Five-fifteen. Vlad STILL wasnt home.
Andrew frowned and went into Vlad's room, and picked up the phone to dial the office. Vlad's secretary picked up. "Hello, is Mayor Masters still in his office?" he asked.
"No Sir," came the woman's confused reply. "Mayor Masters left about two hours ago for home."
"I see...thank you anyway." He hung up the phone and looked out the window to see if any cars were coming by. None.
Where on Earth was Vlad?
Ooooh, we got a mystery here, gang!