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Warnings for: sexual content, references, and just plain old dirty talk

Chapter Thirty Eight

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"I'm not awake enough for this." Andrew was staring at the tray of food across their laps without any sense of comprehension, Danny only looking between Andrew and a nervously smiling Randy. "Did… Is this all heart shaped?"

"Of sorts." Randy's entire being was nervous, Danny watching as he near bounced in place. "Quite a bit of it was too difficult to really make heart shaped, but I thought perhaps you might enjoy the attempt."

"Huh." Oh, it seemed the two had switched personalities again- Right, right. This was how they used to act. Danny actually felt a little honored that he got to see them like this, warm and soft around the edges with pieces of who they had been shining through like sunlight on a misty morning- The pancakes were literally shaped like hearts they weren't joking.

"Randy." Danny pulled one of the plates over, near whining at the heart shaped strawberry that was placed on top of a pile of whip cream. "I fucking love you."

"One day you'll be able to tell him that without the swearing," Andrew yawned, immediately flipping Randy off at the laughter he heard. "Tell me there's coffee."

"You insult me by insinuating there wouldn't be." Randy was laughing softly again as he handed over a cup, Danny watching with interest as Andrew grabbed the older's shirt and pulled him down enough to kiss at the corner of his lips. "I see you're still very affectionate in the mornings."

"Oh, yes. He is. So much." Heh. Affectionate. That was a word for it. The only reason Danny probably didn't have his face shoved in his pancakes was because of all the hard work put into the food. At least, that was what Andrew's expression was saying- Wait. Heart shaped. "Did you seriously make us breakfast in bed on Valentine's day?"

"Is it Valentine's day?" Oh, bullshit. "I had no idea. Mm, time really slips past you when you spend so much time in the Ghost Zone." Bullshit. "I suppose you two are going to be doing something after school."

Glancing to Andrew, Danny was pleased to see he had the same disbelieving expression on his face. It then turned utterly wicked. "Oh, yes. I imagine we'll be out the rest of the night." Oh, would they? That was news to Danny. "Right?"

"Probably part of the next morning, too," Danny laughed, happily playing along. The results would pay themselves off later, hopefully. "Why? Did you have something-"

"No, no, just checking." Oh, please. Randy totally wanted to spend the day cuddled up to them. God, Danny couldn't wait until one of them broke because he was starting to suffer from all of this- Oh, God, these pancakes were sin. "You should get ready, you know. You don't want to be late to school."

Randy gave them a soft, warm smile, Danny seeing the flash of emotions - he was pretty sure he saw a bit of heartbreak, which, fuck - in his eyes before he was leaving the room. Waiting a heartbeat, Danny glanced to the ceiling, "He gone?" The playful notes plucked into his head had him nodding. "Good. Andy, how the fuck did we forget it was Valentine's Day?"

"I don't know." Andrew groaned as he fell backwards onto the bed, palms digging into his eyes. "I thought it wasn't until tomorrow."

"Well. It's barely started and we've already fucked up- Andy, he made us breakfast in bed." It was delicious, too. Danny could barely take time to talk through all the food he was shoveling into his mouth- It was Randy food. "He's perfect."

"I believe that's been made clear far before now," Andrew huffed, peeking up at Danny with a look that showed he was feeling just as guilty. "We need to do something big."

"Really big." Randy really had tried to make everything heart shaped. "I feel like this is the only way he can tell us his feelings right now and there's no way I'm letting that go unrewarded."

"Oh? And just how will he be receiving his reward, hm?" Pausing, Danny nibbled on the end of his fork, lost in his thoughts for a moment. For as much as he had some very specific thoughts on how to respond to Andrew, most of his thoughts were just… He wanted to show Randy just how much they really did care for him.

"We need to think of something good. It almost killed me to lie to him like that." As if they were ever going to leave Randy alone on Valentine's Day. "Andy, I'm feeling guilty."

"I know." Groaning, Andrew sat back up, staring at the breakfast before slowly nibbling on one of the pancakes. "Danny. Have you looked closely at the pancakes?"

"Andy, they're heart shaped, I can't really- Oh my god." Sprinkles. There were little heart shaped sprinkles baked into them. "I don't want to be cliche and break on Valentine's Day, but Randy is really pushing me right now." Danny so wanted to go into the kitchen and push Randy up against the counter and thank him for all of this and maybe sink down to his knees and-

"Your lust is showing." Smacking Andrew's arm, Danny shoved more of the pancakes into his mouth. "Right. How about we both think of some ideas on what to do and we'll discuss them at lunch?"

"Good plan." Grabbing one of the napkins, Danny stared at it before slowly holding it out to Andrew, falling back onto the bed once it was taken.

"Is this… Is this a poem? A love poem? With hearts drawn all of it?"

"We're screwed."

"One can only hope, mon cher."

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'I think I might mess around with some recipes tonight, do you two want me to save you a few things for when you get back tomorrow?' Danny sincerely hoped Andrew was feeling the same sense of guilt he did at seeing that message sent to the both of them. Randy honestly thought they were going to leave him alone today of all days.

'That would be lovely, Randy. You should practice your desserts more. You've always had particular success with those truffles you adore making.'

'I am so up for desserts!' Wait… 'You're teaching a class right now?'

'And you're in one. Your point?'

'You two are a wreck.' See, this is why there shouldn't be a group chat for all three of them. It was hard enough to normally fight off his urge to laugh in class. 'I guess I'll hang around Vidya and keep her company for the day. See you two tomorrow.'

Guilt. Chewing on his lip, Danny opened up his private chat with Randy, thinking on what to say for a moment. 'Okay but how the hell are jellyfish immortal? I mean what the fuck?' ...He was a fucking idiot.

Hiding his face in his arms, Danny resolutely ignored his phone for a full two minutes. His longest time yet. 'I' 'I dont' 'I cant' Was that… That seemed bad. 'Thank you for making me laugh like an idiot in the middle of the kitchen.' Good. That was good.

'I'm serious! How are they immortal? Why? How did this happen? I bet you anything that Clockwork is somehow behind this.' Alright, Danny couldn't spoil the surprise, but he could still try and cheer Randy up.

'It wouldn't surprise me, in the end.' 'Pay attention, your school career is important.' Alright, Andy. 'You're calling me Andy right now, aren't you?'

'You can't prove that.' Dammit. He forgot how well Randy knew him. 'Raaaandy.'

'Danny.' Smothering a laugh, Danny grinned down at his phone in what made him, most likely, look like an adoring idiot. Judging by the look Tucker was giving him, he wasn't far off. 'I have cooking to do, you know. Or, well, baking, I suppose.'

'Talk to me.' Oh, huh, that was something Randy usually said to him all the time. Maybe it would work to get Randy to talk to him instead of hiding behind jokes like Danny always did. It worked well when Randy used it on Danny.

Lost in his thoughts, it took a bit to realize a reply hadn't come in even after a few long minutes. Biting on his lip, Danny was just about to say something - anything - when a new message popped up. 'What do you want me to talk about?'

Fuck, there was a question. Danny could ask him to talk about the Sect, what Spectra had managed to say to get him to reveal so much about the past, the day he shot Andrew, about what he did when exploring the Ghost Zone for 'business'- He could ask him about his death and how he died and Danny had no doubt that Randy would tell him. He could ask anything and Randy would tell him nothing but the full and complete truth. 'What's your favorite color?' He couldn't do that, though. 'Hey do you have a favorite tv show?' There was too much darkness still for Randy to ever want to part with those secrets. 'What's your favorite thing to draw?' Danny knew the price of secrets. 'If you say white is your favorite color I'll be very disappointed.' He wouldn't make Randy pay the price.

'Fuck Danny' Oh, Randy was definitely crying - no doubt smiling like an idiot at the same time, too. Danny kind of wanted to teleport to his side - he could already feel the energy swarming and building up under his skin before he squashed it down. It was getting dangerously easy to call his energy up in human form. 'No its-' 'It's brown' 'Coffee brown after some milk and sugars been added' 'Soft and warm you know? Like autumn'

'That's a good color.' One day. One day Danny would find out all those secrets, but… For now, this was so much better. 'Don't tell Andy but my favorite used to be orange.'

For now, this was just perfect.

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"I… I don't know how to feel about all of this." Danny stared at the pile of wrapped gifts on Andrew's desk, all of them either cards, boxes of chocolates, or other small tokens of student affection. "How many do you have?"

"I'm honestly not sure. While some of them are rather innocent and a bit cute, others are… Well, let's just say I am making a list of the handwriting I recognize. It's a list you're not getting." Wha- Danny wasn't that bad! "You just tore one of the cards into pieces." Oh, so he had.

"They can't have you." Danny lit another few cards on fire for emphasis, huffing as he dusted the ash of his hands. The cute ones from students who actually just enjoyed Andrew as a teacher, those he could handle. But the others… Andy was his. "I'm eating those chocolates."

"I'm not sure I should encourage this behavior." Looking up to argue that he was totally in the right, Danny was silenced by a deep kiss that had him pressing back at once, quiet noise in the back of his throat. He barely got to deepen it before sweetness suddenly burst across his tongue, Danny jerking and whining when Andrew broke the kiss off, a melting dollop of chocolate candy left behind. "Although, it is rather adorable."

Staying silent, Danny swallowed and oh, boy. He was way in over his head with these two somedays. He loved it. "Ri- Right! Randy. We should be talking about Randy."

"I haven't come up with anything really noteworthy," Andrew sighed, sitting back at his desk and hiding a smile as Danny sat down on his desk right in front of him. "I want- I don't-"

"I know." They wanted to show Randy that yes, this very much was a date. They didn't want Randy to think that this wasn't real- God, Danny wasn't sure what this even was, sometimes, but whatever it was it very much was real. "Oh! What if we take him to one of the biomes! There has to be one he really-"

"No." Andrew covered Danny's mouth before he could say anymore, giving him a stern look. "We get enough adventure in our lives as is. No, this has to be- This has to be special."

"For complaining about Randy so much, you're being kind of a hypocrite yourself."

"Hello, Pot, I'm Kettle." Kicking out at Andrew's stomach, Danny huffed as his foot was grabbed easily. "I want this to be good for him."

"I can think of a lot of ways we can make it good for- Kidding, kidding! I'm panicking! I compensate with humor." Not resisting as he was pulled into Andrew's lap, Danny instead tucked himself under the man's chin and gave a huff. "Why is this so hard?"

"Why did it feel easier when it was just us?" Letting silence fall around them, Danny stared at the whiteboard behind them before biting his lip.

"I think… I think it was easier because it meant less." Feeling Andrew tense up, Danny clutched onto him tighter, hand fisting in Andrew's coat as his free hand moved to hold the scarf around his own neck tightly. "I… We loved each other, yeah, but with our first date it just kind of… It was more just as friends, you know? We didn't mean everything to each other like we do now. We were just friends that were becoming more. It was natural. It was easier because it meant less than it does now. If we mess up now…"

"It feels like we won't get a second chance." Slumping at the fingers tangling through his hair, Danny gave a small nod. "This is harder because it's something that's already happened, in some ways."

"We really know how to fuck things up, huh?" Smiling a bit at the rumbling laugh that vibrated through him, Danny leaned up to lean his forehead against Andrew's. "Right. Let's make it easier, then. Our first date. What did we do?"

"We went to that depressing coffee shop you and Samantha frequently visit, bought a few books, got into a ghost fight, and then I think we ended up drinking more coffee at Vidya."

"Good memory," Danny teased, kissing at the tip of Andrew's nose and enjoying the blush. "Why did we go to that coffee shop?"

"It was close? It was rather spur of the moment, actually… We saw each other at that one bookstore, I asked if you wanted to get some coffee, and it just went from there."

"So it was natural." What was natural for the three of them? "We just did what felt right. So what feels right when it's the three of us?"

"It… I-" Andrew groaned loudly, Danny letting a laugh slip out. "This is making it even harder, mon cher!"

"No, no, this is working great! Come on, let's think. Do we all feel better in the Ghost Zone or the human world?"

"Ghost Zone." Thinking on it, Danny should probably worry the Ghost Zone felt the safest for him out of all other places. Then again, it did make perfect sense, didn't it? "Usually at either Vidya or Liz."

"Vidya, most days, I think. Liz is way more self sufficient, but it would break Vidya's heart if we left her alone." That's what was natural for them, though. All three of them curled up at Vidya and just… "We've been looking at this all wrong."

"No grand declarations." Andrew tightened his grip on Danny's hair, pulling him up a bit to drag him into a kiss. "No dramatic gestures, no ridiculously thought out plans, no extravagant gifts, but just…"

"Just us." Just the three of them together, safe at home where nothing could hurt them. God, they were always hurting so much, but the three of them together and tucked away in Vidya, well. Not a thing could hurt them, then.

"I think we found out what to do today." Kissing Danny on his cheek, Andrew glanced to the clock. "You should start getting to class."

"I mean, yeah, I probably should." Shifting his grip to tightly wrap around Andrew, Danny grinned as he kissed at the man's neck. "We have a bit longer, though, right?"

"Ye- Yes. Far as I recall, however, your class is on the other side of the building." Mm, what a shame that was, too. He probably should get going. He was late enough as it was.

"Yeah, it is." Sighing and leaning back, Danny stared at Andrew for a long few moments, fingertips absently brushing across the back of the man's neck. Watching Andrew shudder at his touch, Danny knew he didn't have a chance in hell of leaving right now. "Then again, it's just P.E."

"I don't think- Ah, I don't think I'd be a very responsible teacher-" Digging his nails into the skin the barest amount, Danny took no small amount of pride in watching Andrew cut himself off with another shiver, groan low in the back of his throat. "You're going to be the end of me."

"Simply returning the favor." And oh, yes. Danny would be getting his exercise in a different way, today.

Hopefully they could do something similar with Randy, tonight.

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"Honestly, I don't see why you lot are trying to bother to act innocent." God. Danny wished he could watch all of Andrew's classes because they were just so perfect. "I grade your tests and a great deal of you handwrite your essays. You don't think I recognize your handwriting at this point?"

"Don't mind him, he's just embarrassed at all the attention." Oh, Danny wasn't sure what was better. While the class near jumped out of their seats or started whispering, Andrew looked at him with a blush that took over his whole face. Ah, how nice to be remembered so clearly. "Bonjour."

"You little shit." There was a mumble from one of the students at how that wasn't French, Danny snickering as he flew over to hover by Andrew, tail flicking in the air and oh, this could be fun. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

"Playing." Danny had been chasing a wayward ghost signature, but now that Kitty and Johnny's latest drama was dealt with… "Sorry if I'm interrupting, guys, but I never really get to see him teach, so you might have to put up with me for a bit."

While the students shared looks or just nodded along - one of them looking at him suspiciously - Andrew was frowning - glaring - at him. "You can't just- I can't- You're just-" Making a low, deep noise of frustration in the back of his throat, Danny really did his absolute best to not lick his lips. He rather had the feeling that he failed. "They're testing today so you had better not give them any answers."

"You have my absolute word," Danny purred, honestly purred he was pretty sure - before slipping around to settled on Andrew's desk. Giving a look to the 'gifts', Danny gave a small smirk. "Heh. I'd like to see them give you Valentine's gifts now."

"You-" Stifling a laugh as Andrew tangled his fingers in his hair, Danny leaned into the sharp tug on his hair, purrs increasing. "You're bad for my heart."

"I do try my best. Now c'mon, Mr. Riter, teach your class. This is French, after all, not Ghostspeak."

"Brat." Huffing, Andrew raised an eyebrow at the class. "Well? Why don't you all have your books open? Unless you would like me to make the test not be open book." Just like that, students around the room were scrambling for what they needed, Danny snickering as he enjoyed the chaos. This was so worth missing P.E. for. "We're not finished."

"I don't know, I thought we both finished pretty well during lunch." Oh, Danny would never get tired of seeing that blush over Andrew's face - or that threat that simmered in his eyes. "Although, if you'd rather continue than teach, then I think I can think of something-"

"We are in a school!" Oh, now that was interesting. Andrew had been so startled he had snapped back into English. Damn, students were going to draw some conclusions from that, but, well. He was Phantom, right now. Phantom didn't have to hold back like Danny did.

"Ooh, but when has that ever stopped us before, mon ange?" Danny moved to hang off of Andrew's back, looking as if everything was normal before pressing a kiss under Andrew's ear and then sneaking a sharp nip to the lobe when Andrew turned around to try and write on the board. "C'mon, Andy, it's not like they can even understand what we're saying." Snickering, Danny nipped at the skin below a rather impressive bite mark on Andrew's neck. "Maybe then they'd learn just who you belong to."

Looking up mildly at hearing the sound of cracking plastic, Danny hummed a little at seeing just how tight a grip Andrew had on his marker, words shaky and uneven instead of his usual crisp, precise writing. Instead of the usual soft green, his eyes were a brilliant purple, as well. "Mon cher, you really don't want to test me anymore right now."

"Maybe I do." Danny could see Andrew's control fray even more, only a small string holding it all together. Oh, how he'd love to snap that string. Humming in delight, Danny slipped back into the air and innocently nuzzled at Andrew's cheek, pressing a kiss there softly. "You know, it was nice to prove that you're mine to all of them, but oh…" Danny pressed another kiss to Andrew's cheek, near pressing against his lips. "Oh, it's so nice to remind you, too."

"Re- Really. Here I didn't think you'd have voyeuristic tendencies, of all things." Andrew had small tremors running through his shoulders as he let his powers wrap around a stack of test papers, all of them flying out and gently and perfectly settling on the desk in front of the students. His sweet Andy, always so careful around his students. Danny wanted to break that.

"I guess you're just forgetting who I am, then." Oh, yes, Danny Fenton had once been shy as hell, but Phantom… No, Danny- Danny loved letting people know just who Andrew belonged to. There was a reason for all his games, after all. "Andy." Making his voice pleading and soft, Danny flew over to curl up in Andrew's chair, looking small… Breakable. It was just what he needed to really get under Andrew's skin. "Voyeuristic isn't quite right, is it? That would imply that I enjoy watching others have sex, you know."

Wrapping his tail around him, Danny bit his lip as he tilted his head, "Although… I think I'd like that if it was you and Randy."

"You have until the end of the class to complete your test. Open book and open notes are allowed, but if I catch you cheating then you can say goodbye to your academic career. As for you."

"Hm?" Danny didn't fight it as Andrew tugged the chair over, hands braced against the chair arms and dark purple eyes staring down sharply at him. "Something wrong, Andy?"

"You are trying my patience, Danny." Ooh, but he loved it, didn't he? His sweet Andy was a teacher, yes, but Danny knew who he had been before. The Priest of Death lived for the thrill and adventure of a chase. This wasn't much different.

"I am rather good at that." Reaching a hand up to cup Andrew's cheek, Danny's grin widened at seeing the man fight back a flinch. "Ssh, easy, Andy. We're in class, after all." The tremors got worse, Danny trying not to lick his lips at the light growl he heard, a flash of wicked sharp teeth showing. "I really would love to watch that one day, you know."

"You really don't know what you're getting into, Danny." Humming, Danny let his thumb brush under Andrew's eye, copying the motion that Randy always did for them perfectly. The reaction was instantaneous. Andrew's breath hitched and caught in his throat, eyes wide as he stared at Danny as if he were the dangerous ghost. Danny liked it.

"I'm serious. You and Randy… How many years of tension are between you two, now? Twenty? Thirty? How long have you been wanting to be with him, Andy?" Danny brought Andrew in close, smiling sweetly at him. This was just another game - albeit a very fun one. "Was he who you wanted to be your first? You've told me enough that I can guess. That's it, isn't it? When you were younger and just figuring all this out and what you liked, you wanted Randy to be the one to take you aside and… Hm.

"You would have been okay with him doing anything, huh? He could have tied you down with this sweet scarf and you would have begged for anything he gave you. You still would, wouldn't you?" Danny made his voice a soft croon, kissing at Andrew's cheek as the tremors grew worse. "God, I can barely imagine how beautiful you two would be wrapped up in one another. Randy's so protective and dominant, but, you know, I bet you could get him on his back easily."

It was just the smallest of whimpers that slipped out, but to Danny it seemed to be a sound that filled up his entire world. "Oh… You like that idea. You like the thought of him being the one on his knees before you. The terrifying and fearsome White Fang, brought to kneel at the feet of the Priest of Death. He always did bow before you, didn't he."

This was what Danny had been craving lately. Sure he got to flirt with Andrew during school and classes, but even that had to have lines. When they were home, they were tip-toeing around Randy and each other as if never sure what to do. This, though… Having Andrew shaking in front of him and looking ready to unravel…

Wiggling the chair closer, Danny chastely kissed at the tip of Andrew's nose - if he kissed him properly then these students would be seeing more than he wanted them to. "I wonder… What would your students say if they could hear what I'm saying right now? Do you think they'd be surprised by all the things you like?" The tremors abruptly stopped, Andrew holding himself still and tense. "C'mon, Andy, we've been together since I was fifteen. I know what you like, by now."

Slipping out of the chair, Danny mercifully pushed Andrew down and sat on the edge of the desk instead, tail draping over Andrew's lap. Wouldn't do to have his students see anything...inappropriate. "First and foremost, I know that you like being controlled." Oh, it wasn't Andrew Riter that was looking at him anymore. That dark, swirling look in his eyes was nothing but the Priest of Death.

Danny loved it. It was so rare to see Andrew acting like the Priest of Death - he knew Andrew fell into that roll easily when one of them was in danger or hurt, but… Maybe Danny could get Andrew to see that this side of him wasn't so bad. At least, not when he was being used in more constructive ways.

"Ooh, such a dark look, my sweet angel. That's what you told me you were sometimes called, hm? A dark angel of death that sent the sinners home." Danny kept his voice soft and warm, quiet so as the students could take their tests in peace - he near forgot they were even there. "My sweet Priest of Death." Danny reached a hand out, fingertips brushing across Andrew's cheek. Not even flinching at how tightly his wrist was grabbed, Danny only gave another smile.

"You secretly love it, don't you? Maybe not by them - not ever by them - but by me? You like the idea of someone being able to control you because it makes you feel safe. You were so dangerous, Priest. You were the most terrifying of them all, but… You can't hurt anyone, now." This was a game, but every word he spoke was the truth. Truth that Andrew often ignored. "I would stop you."

Danny didn't often think on how powerful he was, but… He was one of the strongest ghosts in the Ghost Zone. He was starting to get to the point he was stronger than even Vlad- Hell, he had beat Pariah when he was fourteen. That had to say something about himself.

Feeling the grip around his wrist loosen, Danny smiled and pecked at Andrew's cheek, tail brushing against him. The tremors were back. "That's right… You wouldn't be able to defeat me- You could never defeat me. Are you more powerful than a man drunk on revenge and fueled by hatred?" How many times had he defeated Vlad when he was still so young? Vlad had experience with his powers, yes, but Danny had so much more.

"Are you more powerful than humans who have dedicated their lives to eradicating our kind?" It didn't matter how many ghost hunters had come after Amity Park. Danny Phantom protected them all - ghost and human. "Are you more powerful than all the ghosts I've beaten?" Everyone had their vendetta and Danny had challenged them all, time and time again. "Oh, Priest. I beat an all-powerful King when I was fourteen." He had stood up to all the threats in his life and he had won. He was still here. He was still alive, in a sense. He won. "Not even your powers kept me trapped for long."

Slipping into Andrew's lap, Danny nuzzled under his chin, curling around him loosely. Hiding a smile at the arms that tightly wrapped around him and clutched onto him, Danny shifted to press a soft kiss to Andrew's neck. "Do you know what I would do if I had Clockwork's ability to stop time?"

Leaning back, Danny lightly rested his arms on Andrew's shoulders, looking the man in the eye. God, he seemed wrecked. Danny loved it - he loved it. "As soon as the seconds stopped, I would have you on this floor and be fucking into you bare."

Oh, it was so amusing to watch Andrew shake in his arms, trying his damndest to not let a sound slip out. Always so strong and proper. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Hm? I bet you would." Danny nuzzled at Andrew's cheek. "I wouldn't even bother with our clothes- Actually, maybe I would. Shove your clothes off and watch as you wither on the floor from that cold tile pressing into your back. God, you would look so good with my ice on you, too. Maybe I could make enough ice to pin your wrists to the floor. Leave your legs free, maybe, but keep you unable to really move.

"Would you like that? For me to pin you down and fuck into you raw, not even pausing to let you get used to it. I would, you know. I'd just hold you down and keep going until I made you scream. Ooh, I wonder what your cute little students would think of that, then." Those gifts… Just the idea of anyone thinking they had a chance with Andrew… It rubbed his skin the wrong way. Made him want to prove them all just who he belonged to.

Feeling a hand suddenly cover his mouth, Danny blinked and looked at Andrew - properly looked at him. Andrew was shaking and trembling in his chair and looked as if he was barely holding on, head tilted down and breath coming out in short, sharp gasps. Frowning, Danny nudged Andrew's head up, pausing as he saw blown pupils that only had a thin ring of purple around the very edges, everything glazed over with unshed tears.

Oh… He had pushed Andrew really far this time, hadn't he? Sneaking a glance back at the class - near all of them looking at their books in utter confusion or having given up entirely - Danny looked back to Andrew. Just how the hell was he… Wait.

There was no sound. Andrew's breaths were filling up the space, but there was no sound of flipping pages or scratching pencils, or even phones being used. Looking back properly, Danny's eyes widened as he shot his gaze to the clock.

Frozen.

"Oh, I'm so thanking Clockwork for this later." Energy gathering under his skin and sparking throughout them, Danny teleported them a short distance away to an empty classroom that wasn't in use. Years of fighting gave Danny the ability to have them on the floor in front of the teacher's desk, Andrew pinned down as ice already started building up on his wrists to properly keep him from moving. Andrew stared up at him with wide eyes, breath completely stopping and full blown panic shining up. "Ssh, listen."

Nothing. Nothing but them. "Timekeepers can be pretty useful, huh?" Clockwork must have seen him doing something momentously stupid - or maybe a future self had asked - begged - for Clockwork to help. "Hey, Andy… There's no one in this world but us, right now."

"Danny." Andrew was whining and pleading at once, bucking up against him and pulling on the ice that kept him bound, voice loud and wild and all propriety abandoned.

"Ssh." Danny was shoving at Andrew's clothes at once, grinning as Andrew arched his back off the floor with a sharp cry at the cold tile. That wouldn't do. Straddling Andrew's hips, Danny pushed him down and kept him down, grinning as the cry got louder. "I've got you, Andy, I've got you."

God, it was so rare to see Andrew's proper behavior so torn to shreds like this. Instead of the severe, responsible adult he tried to be, Andrew was acting like Danny usually might, struggling and whining and doing anything to get friction between them.

"Hey, Priest." Danny kept the man pinned down by the hips, licking at his lips as he watched the man turn to look at him with burning red eyes. "Remember what I said?" Strengthening the ice, Danny leaned down to just barely brush his lips over Andrew's. "Try to escape."

"You're going to regret that, sweet one." Andrew's voice was dark and full of wicked promise, Danny grinning as he felt heated energy swirl in the air around him. "You can't keep me pinned."

"Let's find out, then, Priest." Purring quietly, Danny completely let go of his control on his own powers, jerking Andrew into a sharp, brutal kiss. "There wouldn't be any fun if it was easy, after all."

Danny would focus all of his attentions on Randy tonight, but right now… Well, it'd be no good to waste a moment of frozen time like this. Besides, he needed to remind both of them that they belonged to each other.

He had a feeling Andrew wouldn't mind the reminder.