Quick head's up that this chapter does have a smut scene in it. Time skips '::' mark the beginning and end so you'll be able to pass over if you don't wish to read.

Chapter Six

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"Uh, petit mec? Why does Andy look like he just saw how the world is gonna end?" Danny looked up from the book he had been reading, gaze going from Randy, to Andrew. The man had been walking towards one of the back offices, binders and papers in his arms, before he had suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"I am not sure. At all. Andy, hun, you alright?" A quiet mutter that he couldn't make out was his only answer. Sighing, and setting his book and glasses aside, he made his way over to the other. "Andy. Come on, what's up?"

"I… I have to give parent teacher conferences…" Danny slowly blinked before glancing over to Randy, who gave a shrug of his own. "I just realized I'll be in that school long enough that I'll need to do the parent teacher conferences- I'll have to talk with parents about their child's progress."

"Alright, um, Andy, sweetie, are you having a mental breakdown?" A hesitant shrug. "A small mental breakdown, then?" This time the response was a nod. "Right, so, I feel like tea would be good here- Oh, man, your brother made me a tea nut."

"Ha!" Randy grinned in triumph, wrapping an arm around Andrew's shoulders and nuzzling at his cheek before tugging him towards the kitchen, Danny quietly following after and snagging his backpack and glasses on the way in. He could at least get some of his homework done. "Healthier than that shit you two are always drinking. Honestly, I'm surprised you can even drink that stuff."

"Meanwhile, you're over here drinking hot leaf juice," Danny snorted, gently nudging Andrew towards one of the chairs, prying the books and papers out of his arms. "Truly, your choices are so much better than ours."

"Oh, hush up, you- Hey! You kept the halloween picture!" At seeing both of them look at him in confusion, Randy rolled his eyes and snagged the picture of himself where he looked like Andrew, one that had been tucked away into a corner of the counter. "This. Halloween picture. I took it, like, years ago. Didn't think you'd keep it."

That seemed to snap Andrew out of his breakdown, the man giving a snort, "Well, it is the only picture I have of you where you're not drunk."

"Aa, there's my ruthless, sarcastic mate I've so come to love," Danny happily sighed, opening his backpack and pulling out a binder at random, glasses being slipped back on. "Nice to see the shock wore off." A few minutes into his work, he felt more than saw Randy set a cup of tea down next to him, staying to hover over his shoulder for a few moments. "I am open to comments at this point, you know."

"Huh, no, just… You're kind of doing it the long way round, aren't you?" At Danny's look, Randy rolled his eyes and leaned over him, grabbing a pencil and writing an example question in the blank space. "See, look. If you do this step instead, you can skip the next three. Plus, it's just easier to understand if you don't have time to write it out."

"Randy." Pushing himself away from the table, Danny stood up and hugged the other tightly. "You are the best person ever and I love you. Maybe almost as much as Andy."

"I'm honored I still come first, then," Andrew chuckled, taking a sip of his own tea. "He showed you the equation trick of his, I'm guessing?"

"Best." Randy hesitantly patted the top of Danny's head, looking over to Andrew in panic and confusion. As a general rule, he wasn't used to being clung to. Hugs? He could understand hugs. Clingy half ghosts who were impossible to escape from? Well, that was another matter altogether.

"Give up hope of escape. I can say for certain that if you do one of your 'escape in the dead of night for weeks on end' tricks now, he will be very upset." They both heard a quiet, pained sound, the two looking down to see Danny had a cautious expression of hope about to be crushed.

"You… You wouldn't really do that… Would you?" The kitchen was utterly silent for a few moments, Randy finally letting out a groan of pain and defeat, and Andrew giving a loud laugh.

"You evil, clingy child." At the slightly hurt look, Randy sighed again, finally returning the hug and bundling Danny closer, chin resting on top of his head. "No, I won't leave in the dead of night unless it's something important, or I tell you first."

"Promise?" Randy nodded, saying the word back before he paused, eyes narrowing.

"I… Why do I feel as if I just signed my soul away?"

"Because you did."

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"Mom, Dad, I'm telling you. You don't need to talk to the English sub- I mean, sub, right? Not much of a point! If you're that concerned about my grades, you can talk to Lancer when he gets back!" All of Danny's attempts did nothing as he hesitantly followed after his parents, who had just entered the English classroom. Poking his head in, he groaned at seeing most of his classmates were in the room as well.

"Andrew! What are you doing here?" And, yep. Half the class was looking. Damn this school and it's ability for the students to sniff out the latest source of gossip. "Wait- Are you the substitute?"

"Hello Maddie, Jack. And yes, I am. My brother thought it would be amusing to submit my application and resume into the school." Maddie gave a sigh, while Jack patted the other on the back. "I have to congratulate you two, however. You're the first parents who haven't run away screaming."

"Of course not! Fentons are made of strong stuff, and ghost hunting is in our blood!" Jack boomed, Danny groaning from the doorway before whining as Sam and Tucker grinned and started dragging him into the room.

"Not that we'd ever hunt you, Andrew," Maddie reassured with a bright smile. "Friend of the family now, and all that."

"Kill me now," Danny whined, blinking at the dollar store cookie that was held in front of him. It was chocolate, at least.

"Oh, come on, Danny, it's not that bad. So the school will have a bit more gossip for the next few days over your parents not hunting our ghostly teacher. Doesn't meant the world is ending!" Reluctantly taking the cookie and nodding at Sam's words, Danny looked to Tucker, who had taken a seat on the desk beside him.

"Yeah, I mean, at least no one's found out about you skiving off lunch every day to spend time with him. You know, yet-" At the panic in his friend's eyes, Tucker immediately put his hands up. "Whoa, okay, just kidding. Calm down. Seriously, man, no one's gonna find out any of your secrets. And come on, it's only another week or so until Lancer is back, right?"

"Plus, the whole time, Ghostwriter's been able to walk you home," Sam pointed out. "Thanks to those reality shifting powers of his. And you get to see him during school hours. So, you know, some good came of this, right?"

"Yeah- Yeah! You're right. This last month or so wasn't so bad! Besides, Lancer will get back, everything will return to normal, and I won't have to worry about any secrets getting found out- I… I feel kind of bad about that, though…"

"What do you mean?" At the curious looks directed at him, he gave another sigh.

"I just… Andrew always wanted to teach, and now he can, but it's only for a short time. Seems kind of bad of me to want it over so quickly." Even with Andrew dealing with the stress of getting used to interacting with more than just one or two people at a time… Danny hadn't seen him look so at peace, before. "Actually, forget bad. I just feel like a dick."

"Hey, come on, cheer up, man." Tucker threw an arm around the other's shoulder, pulling him in for a hug. "Maybe something will pop up and he'll get a chance to sub again. Kinda weird having him teach us, but you have to admit, he's really good at it."

"Yeah, I can definitely see why you've been getting so many good grades the last few years," Sam smirked, sitting on the desk across from the two and nudging Danny with her foot. "How are his private lessons with you, though, Danny dearest?"

"You are a cruel Sammy!" Danny huffed, viciously biting into his cookie. "They are completely normal tutoring sessions- Except for that one time with the History exam- Still! Normal."

"Oh, no, no. I want to hear more about this History exam," Sam grinned evilly, Danny whining as he tried to escape, Tucker quickly trapping him against his side. A glance over showed Andrew and his parents were caught up in their own conversation, so no help would be arriving from them. "Is this the one where you kept blushing during the whole thing? Must have been a pretty interesting memorization technique."

"Fuck you, Sammy. Fuck. You."

"Now, now, save that for your boyfriend."

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"You abandoned me," Danny complained, stomping into their bedroom in Vidya before tugging his shirt off. Kicking his pants off as well after a moment, he began digging through their shared closet. "I was left alone with Sam and Tucker and their teasing for hours while you talked to my parents!"

"It couldn't have been that bad, they tease you all the time." Ugh! He wasn't even the least bit apologetic about Danny's emotional turmoil!

"It was emotionally scarring." And now he couldn't find anything to wear! Great! Might as well as just sleep in the nude for all the help the closet was being today. Amused notes tumbled through his head in response to the thought, Danny glaring up at the ceiling. "Shut up, Vidya!"

"Don't take your rage out on her," Andrew scolded, sounding like he was lecturing a child. Danny would have stomped off to one of the guest rooms to make a point if it wasn't for Andrew's arms wrapping around him and keeping him in place, lips fluttering against his neck. "Why are you so wound up, mon cher?"

"Gee, let me think. My parents are never going to let me live tonight down, my friends are sarcastic jerks who don't know when to stop, you ignored me the entire night, and I'm pretty sure at least three teachers said they were still surprised I was even in school."

In truth, it was the last bit that had Danny so keyed up, even with Andrew wrapped around him. He had never been good with harsh criticism, and having teachers tear him down in front of his parents and tell them every single thing he had done wrong… Not to mention when he had tried to go talk to Andrew about it, he had been busy the entire night. "I see."

Andrew's arms curled around him further, a hand slipping down to rub at Danny's hip, fingers slipping past the waistband of his boxers. He remained strong for all of a few seconds before he was going limp and putting all of his weight in Andrew's arms, gaze going down to the ground. "I can't- I hate it when they do that. When they sum me up as some troublemaker that doesn't deserve to be in the school still because of how I was in freshman year."

"What all did they say?" Andrew's voice was soft, kisses turning into small nips and bites, a particularly sharp one at the very side of his neck causing a breathy moan to slip out of him.

"The usual. I'm a troublemaker, I don't get along with anyone but Sam and Tucker, I constantly skip classes, I'm not going to make it through highschool, and I think one handed me an application to the Nasty Burger on my way out the door."

"Are you certain they were describing the right student? Because I don't believe any of that really holds true for you." Another sharp bite had Danny arching against him before he could stop himself, baring his neck more and clutching at the arm that was wrapped around him and holding him up.

"First of all, you're not a troublemaker. You do happen to end up in troublesome situations, but never on purpose." Andrew's voice was soft and soothing, kisses being trailed up to his ear when the tip was given a gentle nip, Danny whining quietly at the sensation. "And you get along quite well with others, you just choose to remain close to those you know. Nothing wrong with that."

Distracted as he was by Andrew's kisses and bites, Danny didn't even realize the man's other hand was moving until he felt a fluttering touch against his member. Knees shaking, he completely relied on Andrew to keep him up as he gave a much louder moan than before. "As for skipping classes, that's only for emergencies. The Truce has been in effect for months, giving you plenty of time to catch up on your work."

Danny would have responded if it wasn't for the hand that wrapped around his hardening cock, stroking him deftly and making squirm and whine from the touches, trying to get more. "A-Andy."

"And assuming you're not going to complete high school is just ridiculous. After all, you have all of us helping, and we're all here to do anything you need of us." The words had become a breathy whisper, the strokes getting faster and harder, Danny shaking as he felt the building pressure behind his navel.

"Please feel free to tell me the teacher that handed you an application, as well. I'm rather certain that's against a few school rules." Andrew's words swirled around him, all meaning lost as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge.

"An- Andy, please." A sharp bite to his neck was paired with a last stroke, thumb swiping over the tip. Danny fell apart at once, breathing rough and shaky as he slumped in Andrew's hold, waves of pleasure washing over him.

He vaguely heard Andrew talking, but he didn't much pay much mind to the words. Although he did jolt to attention when he felt his back hit the bed, boxers being slipped off of him. "Shall I make it up to you for not being there for you tonight, mon cher?"

"I- I mean, if you want? I would not at all be-" His words were cut off with his own sharp gasp, back arching as he scrabbled at Andrew's back, all feeling focused on the tongue that was lapping at one of his nipples, teeth sliding against the skin. Even though he had only just come, it was easy to tell he was getting hard again. "Andy."

"I'm so sorry I wasn't able to reassure you sooner, Danny." Andrew kissed his way down Danny's chest, sucking at the spot right below his navel for a long few seconds. It had Danny withering on the bed, trying to arch closer to Andrew as his nails buried themselves in Andrew's shirt.

Panting even more heavily than before, Danny threw a hand over his mouth at the tongue he felt lapping at his cock, cleaning him up from earlier. The lips and sucking around the very tip had him muffling a scream of pleasure, other hand pulling at Andrew's shirt sharply. God he was so sensitive when he was stressed or wound up.

Andrew let him go with a wet pop, Danny muffling another noise as the man grinned up at him with sharp eyes. A flash and Danny was suddenly on his stomach, Andrew pushing him up to rest on his knees before Danny felt a tongue probing at his entrance, dipping into him.

Shaking all over, a high keening sound left him as Andrew kept him from moving, licking and stretching him open bit by bit, driving him more and more wild by the second. Pushing back as best he could, Danny gave a muffled whine when it started feeling like it wasn't enough. "Andy- Andy, please."

"Ssh, it's alright, mon cher, I've got you." There was a nip to the globe of his right cheek, Danny squealing at the feeling before blushing brightly at Andrew's laugh.

"Shut up!" It was actually Danny who shut up, both hands going over his mouth as he felt slick fingers massage around his entrance, the tip of one sinking in. He couldn't stop his hips from rolling back if he tried, trying to get more of the feeling.

There was another quiet chuckle from Andrew, the man slowly working his fingers into Danny one by one, getting three in before pressing deeper. A brush against a particularly sensitive location had him burying his entire face against the covers, hands still tightly covering his mouth.

A quick, dizzying flip and he was on his back again, Andrew pulling Danny's hands away in order to drag him into a rough kiss, fingers easily slipping back into him and fully pressing against the spot. Danny's arms shot up to wrap around Andrew, pulling him deeper into the kiss and sinking his nails into his shirt, breathing coming out rapid and strained the moment Andrew pulled even the smallest amount back.

The fingers that had found his prostate were mercilessly teasing the spot, giving an overwhelming amount of pressure and movement before pulling back to just barely brush against it. Danny could tell he was already close again, and he certainly would have been more embarrassed if it wasn't for how nice everything felt.

His bad feelings had been near forgotten at this point, Andrew's kisses covering every inch of him, "You're wonderful, mon cher, no matter what anyone else thinks. You're beautiful, smart, and more amazing than anyone I've ever met." The words were the last thing needed to send Danny over the edge again, the teen gasping and shuddering as the pleasure wracked through his body, Andrew working him through it. "Ssh, it's alright, mon cher, I'm here. I'm right here."

"A-Andy. Need you. Please." Because it wasn't enough. It was so good but it was never enough and he needed his mate he needed him- His thoughts were cut through by the feeling of his legs being lifted up, Andrew hooking one behind his own shoulder and holding the other, his own clothes quickly phased off and tossed aside.

"Don't worry, my dear. I'll give you everything you need." This time, the kiss was rushed and forceful, back to being needy and all consuming, Danny near losing himself in it before he felt a hard warmth pressing into him. Whining as Andrew thrust into him in little increments, Danny clutched onto Andrew, parting from the kiss with a loud moan when Andrew fully got inside of him. "That's it, just relax."

Soothing words whispered to him had him relaxing in increments, pushing him more and more into his high. Danny's thoughts were glazed and tangled when Andrew finally pulled out near completely before thrusting back into him. The hand that wrapped around his cock and began stroking was near too much, even more so when he felt teeth on his neck and god Andrew was overwhelming him in all the best ways.

He wasn't sure how the hell he was managing to get hard again, how his body was crying out for more and more, but he did nothing to argue against it, instead moving back against Andrew. At a particularly hard bite to his neck, Danny squirmed up enough to bite the tip of Andrew's ear, nails scratching against the back of the man's neck, as well.

Andrew's loud, startled moan was absolutely gorgeous, Danny feeling the smug smile he had on even as Andrew shot him a pouting look, "That, my dear, was cheating."

"You've been cheat- Ah!" Andrew's cock thrust into him hard and fast, hitting the exact spot needed to have Danny become a moaning, begging mess. He would have at least been a bit embarrassed if it hadn't felt so good, if Andrew wasn't taking such good care of him, if he hadn't already been pushed to the edge again and again and now again and- "Andy."

"I know, Danny, I know." Andrew was starting to sound as wrecked as Danny felt, hand working him closer and closer to the edge, the pace near brutal. Danny could feel himself about to fall when he was roughly pinned to the bed, Andrew holding every bit of him in place as his lips mouthed the tip of his ear. "Come for me, mon cher."

This time, it was intense enough that Danny saw white, his entire mind blank and his body like air. Slowly, bit by bit, it felt like he was being put back together. First, it was the tiny, calm thrusts into him, a soothing rocking motion as they lay on their sides. The liquid seeping down his thighs and chest. The hand rubbing down his spine, pressing between the gaps and piecing him together. The hand in his hair, tilting his head towards lips that whispered quiet declarations of love and adoration in a multitude of languages.

He wasn't sure how long they were like that, calming touches starting to work them both back up, before Danny managed to speak, lips finding Andrew's. "You are definitely forgiven." He was given a sharp grin in return before he was rolled over to be on his back.

"Lovely. Although I suppose it wouldn't hurt to make certain of it." Danny wasn't going to be able to even move tomorrow and he couldn't care one bit.

"I'm all yours, mon ange."

"Perfect."

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Danny was tiredly resting his head on top of his arms and desk, small smile on his face as he quietly hummed under his breath. Even if he was absolutely exhausted, he was in a better mood than he had been for a few weeks. Andrew's 'apology' had been very well received, after all.

"Uh, Mr. Riter? I was just wondering, but, why were you so friendly with the Fentons last night? I mean, don't they usually sort of go ghost crazy?" Danny absently heard someone send a sorry his way, the teen just waving it off. It wasn't like he could really couldn't deny the words.

"Let's just say we're friends, in a way," Andrew smiled, Danny trying not to laugh at how Andrew was as cheerful and relaxed as he was.

"Sir, uh, do ghosts get tired? Cause you look like my dad after an all nighter at work." Andrew gave a quiet laugh, smile not at all leaving his face.

"Yes, ghosts do get tired. We have more energy reserves than humans, but we do need to rest every few days in order to regain that energy, or if we use too much power at once. It also happens if we get physically exhausted, or take poor care of ourselves."

"So...did you get into a fight, or something?" A few of the students seemed to piece together the more likely answer, smirks shared between them. Apparently their teacher had a very good night.

"Or something," Andrew snorted, Danny letting out a laugh himself. "Lesson's almost ready to begin, any more questions?"

"There's a rumor going around that you and the Fentons were college friends who went to the same school. Is that true?" Danny watched with the rest of the class as Andrew went completely silent before loud, incredulous laughter was leaving him. It was a minute or so before he could respond, words slipping into Ghostspeak and causing the students to share strange looks.

"I'm not so sure about college classmates, but you at least got the time frame right!" At the questioning looks, he waved them off. "Rein, rein, it's nothing you need to worry about. Now, today we're going to be moving onto something your age group should actually be learning. Prepare to learn just why the world as a whole despises the English language."