Chapter Sixty-Four: Spirits

Danny came out of the portal and looked around; hoping Plasmius would be near the entrance. No such luck, he must've taken off further in. Maybe to the library? He flew through the Ghost Zone, listening to the screams and laughter around him that was always background sound to this place.

He took the chance to create an ecto-ball and absorb energy, passing by lair after lair. "Plasmius…" He sighed, stopping to assess his location. He seemed to be near Skulker's place, but not close enough he would get into trouble. A shadow ghost running loose would definitely be on his "rare find" list. He quickly flew on, forming another ball as he looked around.

"Plasmius?" He called, but of course he knew he wouldn't be heard. Who could ever hear him over all the constant screaming and laughing?

"What are you?" He heard a voice say. He looked over to see Ember McLain, the rock-singing diva of the Ghost Zone. "You're a bit of a weird one." She commented, tossing her blue hair. "What's your name?"

He glanced to the side. "…Danny."

"Well, why do you look so dark?" She asked. "I've never seen a ghost like you."

"I'm a shadow ghost. Uhm, look, I'm looking for Plasmius. Have you seen him?" He asked, turning to face her fully.

"A shadow what? Oh, whatever. Plasmius? Well, I did see him passing by looking pretty upset about something. I think he went to drink at Desiree's Spirits." Ember shrugged. "You look about the age, so I could take you there if you want?"

"Please." He offered a hand.

She looked at his hand, then moved one of her hands off her guitar. "Alright, let's go." She took his hand and pulled him along. "So, Danny. I know someone else with that name. Kind of a pain."

"Uh…"

"He ruined so many of my performances." She huffed.

"…" He glanced to the side. "You won't…have to worry about that anymore. He's never going back to Amity Park."

"Huh?" She turned to him. "Why do you say that?"

He looked at her. "…Because we were split by human hands and I was killed. I'm Danny, he's Phantom. And he's not going back to Amity Park. Neither am I."

She blinked, then released his hand. "But you don't look anything like him!"

"I will once I have my own form." He frowned. "I just need more energy, that's all." He started the ecto-blasts and put them together, creating the ball. "Lead the way, I'll follow. I just need to keep doing this if I'm going to get my form. Right now the estimate is seven months."

"Huh. Well, seeing is believing." She turned away, motioning for him to follow. "So, Danny Phantom has abandoned Amity Park. Why?"

"…Someone there killed me." Danny said softly. "And that place treated him badly after all he did for them. Why would he go back?"

"Makes sense." She nodded.

"And it's not Danny Phantom anyway. It's Dan Phantom and Danny." He watched the ball grow.

"So, what's that you're doing there?" She asked.

"It's a way for me to absorb the ecto-energy." He said, smiling. "Pretty cool, huh?"

"Yeah, actually." She nodded.

They flew on until they saw a place that looked like an Indian palace with a neon sign that said "Desiree's SPIRITS". "That's Desiree's Spirits. Still wanna go in?"

"I have to talk to Plasmius." He absorbed the ball and nodded. "We had a fight, and I want to apologize."

"Well, nice to see you've grown nicer." She remarked.

"I've always been nice. Phantom's the sarcastic prick." He said, frowning.

They landed on the steps of Desiree's Spirits and she led him up to the door. A few quick knocks and then a man in Indian garb opened it, allowing them in. Danny looked hesitant, but she rolled her eyes and pulled him in.

"Come on, Danny." She said, going inside.

The place was dimly lit by lanterns that glowed pink and green. There was a dancer on a pole on some kind of stage and ghosts all around. As Ember walked in, all eyes fell on them.

"Ember!" Desiree flew down to her. "I was wondering when you would visit, you kept saying you were too busy!"

"Yeah, well, I was escorting someone." She nodded to Danny. "He's looking for Plasmius?"

"Plasmius is at his usual private table." Desiree looked at Danny. "Isn't this a shadow ghost?"

"Yeah, and it's really interesting, too." Ember beckoned her closer and whispered in her ear.

"Oh, really?" Desiree gasped, looking at Danny. "Aww, what a shame. Such an attractive boy." She smiled. "Well, hopefully you get your form soon, Danny."

"Uhm…Plasmius?" Danny asked, feeling really uncomfortable about the stares he was getting from the women.

"Come with me." Desiree smiled and offered a hand. Danny hesitated, knowing how much she hated being touched by men, and she laughed a bit. "It's fine, I'm offering it to you. Take my hand."

"Okay." He took her hand and let her lead him to an area that was lit by candles that glowed red and yellow. "Plasmius? Are you busy?"

Danny saw Plasmius look up at her, a drink in hand. "What is it, Desiree?" He asked. "I didn't ask for anything of you."

"No, but you have a visitor." She smiled and pushed Danny towards him. "And remember, if you have need of my powers, don't be afraid to ask." She gave a little wave and flew off.

Danny looked at Plasmius, feeling like this was a bad idea. The older ghost was lying on a blood-red chaise, a drink in his hand and a half-empty bottle on a nearby table. He looked like he had been drinking a while, most likely ever since he stormed off.

"So, you risked your life coming here - for what?" Plasmius asked, sitting up and turning to him. "Why did you come to this place, Daniel?"

"Uhm…I-I…" He faltered.

"Speak up, Daniel." Plasmius said firmly. "I'm sure I'm not the only one who's told you that."

"I came to…apologize." Danny said, looking at the bottle worriedly. What if he smashed it over his head?

"Apologize." Plasmius chuckled. "Why?"

"Why? Because we had a fight, and—"

"And do you actually FEEL sorry, or are you worried I won't be your bodyguard anymore if you don't apologize?" Plasmius demanded.

Danny glanced to the side. "I-I—"

"Look at me when you answer, Daniel." Plasmius said firmly.

Danny looked at him. "I…" He faltered. It was the latter, but what if he just got angrier if he told the truth? "I really do feel sorry. It was wrong of me to yell at you, and to accuse you of tricking Phantom."

Plasmius stared at him silently, then took a sip of whatever he was drinking. "Liar."

"What do you mean? I'm telling the truth, I really am sorry!" Danny cried.

"Your eyes are wavering." Plasmius said, smirking. "You keep doing a last-minute glance to the side."

"Are you sure you're not just drunk and seeing things?" Danny said, frowning. "I'm really telling the truth!"

Plasmius set the glass on the table and got up, walking closer to Danny. Danny swallowed nervously and stepped back, bumping against a balcony railing that overlooked the rest of the place.

Plasmius stopped in front of him and slammed his hands on either side of Danny, gripping the railing and leaning in to whisper. "Liar. If you were really sorry, you wouldn't be running away."

"I'm just scared." Danny admitted. "I'm scared of you, Plasmius."

"Pft. Finally a bit of honesty out of you." He pulled back then reached up a hand to stroke his cheek. "You know, in order to get Ghostwriter to accept his apology, he had to prove it. Maybe you won't have to do something as extreme as he did, but let's see what you'll do to prove it." He smirked, pulling away and returning to his chaise, picking up his glass and taking a sip. "Would you like some liquid courage?" He asked, smirking behind the clear glass.

Oh, great…he had to actually prove he was sorry. He should've expected as much. Danny slowly walked over and knelt on one knee in front of the chaise, taking his free hand and kissing it. Plasmius silently watched him, taking a sip from his drink again. Danny slowly got up and took the glass, bringing it to Plasmius' lips and carefully tipping it. After he'd drank a bit, Danny set the glass on the table and grabbed a basket of grapes that was sitting next to the bottle.

Plasmius chuckled, folding his arms behind his head as he tilted his head back, Danny going to his other side and picking up a bunch of grapes and holding them up. This was no doubt humiliating to the teen, but it was fun to see him stoop to serving him like this. He parted his lips and pulled off a grape from the bottom, smirking up at Danny as he chewed and swallowed. "If you weren't a shadow ghost, I'd ask for Desiree to bring over an outfit for you. This will do nicely, though." He grinned. "Why don't you climb onto my chest and feed me grapes by hand?"

He wanted to punch him so bad. He could not even describe how bad he wanted to punch him. Still, it's not like he asked for a lap-dance…crap! Stop thinking! He can read your mind, idiot! No wonder he could tell you were lying! Stupid Danny! Danny sighed and nodded, walking over to the other side and climbing up onto Plasmius' chest. Then he plucked a grape off the bunch and reached over to place it against the older ghost's lips, the man eagerly parting his lips and pulling it in with his tongue, stroking Danny's finger as he did. He had to resist the urge to shudder.

"Relax; it's just your finger." Plasmius smirked, moving one of his hands to rest on Danny's hip. "Continue, Daniel. There's so many grapes left on that bunch."

Danny was REALLY regretting coming here now. He plucked off another one, shivering as Plasmius moved his hand up and down his side, and brought it to the man's lips. How much longer would this go on?

After he had given him the last one, he set the bowl to the side and started to get off but was halted by Plasmius' hand. "A-Alright. That was enough, right?"

"Did I say that?" Plasmius offered him the discarded glass. "Drink."

"I'm sixteen. Underage." Danny frowned.

"You're a ghost, human laws don't apply." Plasmius reminded him. "Try some."

"I shouldn't." Danny shook his head. "I really shouldn't."

"Daniel, a small sip won't hurt." Plasmius sat up a bit, moving to sit up and knocking Danny flat on his back between his legs. "Here, I'll hold the glass for you."

"N-No!" Danny shook his head, but Plasmius would have none of it and held his chin with one hand, the other bringing over the wine glass and pouring the liquid into his parted lips. He started to spit it out, but Plasmius covered his mouth with his hand as he emptied the glass of its contents. "MMh!"

"Just swallow, Daniel." Plasmius set the glass on the table and smirked. "It's not poison."

Danny gave a look of complete hurt and despair and then swallowed the sweet liquid, looking defeated as Plasmius pulled his hand away. "Now do you forgive me?" He asked.

"Yes." Plasmius smiled and lifted him up, kissing his cheek as he sat him on his lap. "Now I forgive you."

"Finally…" Danny breathed, his shoulders slumping in the man's hold as his eyes closed.

Plasmius smiled and stroked where he could see the outline of the boy's lips. "Maybe it's too early for you to drink that one, hm?" He smirked at the bottle, which contained the strongest liquor in the club.

"Is he okay?" Dan asked as Plasmius came through with Danny in his arms. "I lost connection…"

"Where's your girlfriend?" Plasmius asked.

"She's in the den, reading. I wanted to check on Danny." Dan said.

"Everything's fine, go back to her." Plasmius assured him. "I imagine your room will be occupied, so I'll allow him to sleep in mine." He gathered up Danny's things.

"Well, what happened to him?" Dan asked.

"The drink I gave him was too strong." Plasmius shrugged. "Most likely knocked your connection out cold as soon as he swallowed." He stroked Dan's cheek. "Don't worry; I'll take care of him. Don't keep her waiting, Romeo."

Dan nodded, heading out of the lab. Plasmius smiled and then went intangible and invisible, going through the ceiling and doors to get to his room. Then he carried Danny to his bed and laid him down, pulling back the covers.

"Should I do it?" He murmured, smirking as he unclasped his cape and then removed his tunic, setting them aside. Then he climbed in next to him and pulled the covers over them, turning off the lamp.

He could feel the smaller ghost beside him and he pulled him closer, his hands moving down his body. He had felt the outline of clothing before, and he found the hem of his shirt as he felt around. Smirking, he slid his hand up under it, hiking up the shirt as he did, and kissed the boy's cheek. It might be a little cruel, but a little mental manipulation was always fun to do.

The best part was that Danny was responding to his illicit touches. He licked the boy's cheek and then stroked his tongue down it, locating his neck. Then he kissed it, licking and sucking just slightly on his neck as his hand brushed against the boy's nipples.

"Uhn…" Danny let out a soft moan, squirming a bit. Oh, it was delightful. He considered doing it again, but he didn't want the boy to wake up; the game would be spoiled if that happened. Chuckling softly, he moved his hand down and felt around until he found the fastenings of his pants – they felt like jeans. He nuzzled him affectionately as he unfastened the jeans and then he sat up, tugging on the boy's jeans so they were off his waist and lower than his rump. Then he unfastened the boxers he felt and tugged those down as well before he pulled away. After he was done with that, he unfastened his own pants, removed his boots and lay down, pulling the boy close. He could feel the boy's shoes against his leg, but he didn't care. This would still be deliciously fun to watch his reaction in the morning.