is it still me that makes you sweat?

by shamboo

Summary:

Because nothing says sorry more than getting naked and having hate sex with your archenemy.

The mayor’s office was a fortress of temporal power, its dark wood paneling and vaulted ceilings soaking up the sunlight that streamed through tall, arched windows silhouetted by the silk curtains that formed a partition between the outside world surrounding the newly erected McMaster’s bistro and a certain bachelor lying in wait. The ruby color only further complimented the filthy decadence of the room, but it certainly suited a man of his caliber.

After all, why defy perfection? 

A massive mahogany desk dominated the room, its polished surface littered with orderly stacks of papers, a gold fountain pen, and a crystal decanter of whiskey that glowed amber in the dim light. A Persian rug cushioned the floor, and the air was thick with the scent of aged leather, ink, and the unmistakable spice of Vlad’s cologne—sandalwood with a dark, intoxicating edge.

The grandfather clock in the corner ticked relentlessly, a mortal pulse in the otherwise silent space.

A faint shimmer disrupted the stillness, and Danny materialized initially in the framed self-portrait in the corner of the room, his ghostly form ethereal yet striking. His silver hair glowed faintly in the shaded surroundings like spun starlight, eyes alert as he warily proceeded to phase through the wall. 

The black form-fitting jumpsuit clung to his lean features, accentuating every curve, the gloves giving him a sleek, otherworldly elegance.

At a measly five-foot-two-inches, his smaller frame hovered slightly above the rug, his translucent form casting no shadow. His lips curled into a frown as he surveyed the office, his gaze immediately landing on the man occupying the desk with infuriating ease.

Vlad, although seated, was an imposing figure in a tailored charcoal suit, the collar of his dress shirt crisply pressed with a red bow tie wrapped around the neckline. His sleek grey hair, tied loosely with a black ribbon, cascaded past his shoulders, glinting like liquid silver.

Dark hues, deep as a storm-swept sea, widened briefly at the sight of Danny’s ghostly form before narrowing with predatory amusement. 

“Back at it with your heroics, Daniel?”

Vlad’s voice was a velvet drawl, laced with mockery. He twirled the gold fountain pen between his fingers, the motion hypnotic, like a predator playing with its prey. 

The boy was delightfully predictable.

“I had a feeling you’d come,” he added as he smugly eyed the bane of his existence wrapped in phantom form while he trespassed his private quarters. 

Danny squared his shoulders, forcing his voice to stay steady. “As if. I’m here to save the town, not stroke your ego.”

Eyes narrowed, a faint flush crept up his olive cheeks, betraying him. Vlad’s presence never failed to make him feel exposed, and the thrill of it grated against his defiance.

Vlad chuckled, a low sound that vibrated through the room. He set the pen down with a deliberate clink before setting aside the paperwork that was covering practically every surface of the desk. 

Who knew being the mayor of Amity Park would be so monotonously tedious? 

“Ego?” he murmured, stopping just shy of touching Danny. The heat of his body brushed against Danny’s skin, close enough to make his pulse jump. “I’m hurt. Here I thought you came to admire my...leadership.”

Danny snorted, gripping the petition tighter. “Leadership? Is that what you call bullying the town council into submission?” His sarcasm was his armor, but Vlad’s dark blue eyes were relentless, peeling it away layer by layer.

The younger halfa averted his gaze as he remained airborne.

Strange, Vlad had been expecting some witty quip or a small huff of annoyance as Daniel was so prone to do whenever he was forced to interact with his arch nemesis. Intertwining his fingers, the mayor pondered what had caused the lad’s demeanor to shift so drastically. 

“Look, this goes against everything I stand for, but...” Danny’s ramblings trailed off as he struggled to articulate his feelings of frustration before neon green eyes flicked to meet Vlad’s stony expression as his tone shifted to softly admit, “I’m sorry I played those stupid pranks on you. And I’m hoping you’ll accept my apology and stop making things miserable for me and my friends.” 

The last part was veiled with pointed exasperation as his brows dipped down as he angrily crossed his arms.

His mouth downturned, the younger halfa solemnly swallowed as he internally debated how he could rectify his childish behavior towards Vlad this week. A slight headshake indicated how his good heart won over his earlier pride.

Holding out a palm, Danny tentatively asked, “Truce?”

...how dreadfully quaint. 

Daniel really thought that spitting out that drivel would rectify his earlier tomfoolery?

The hijinks of a scorned miscreant didn’t normally concern one as influential and busy as himself, but having to dish out the daily revenge ploys had Vlad Masters inwardly wonder why any sane adult would willingly subjugate themselves into having any children if it meant having to deal with such theatrics.

Danny always knew which words would slice his inflated ego in half. If he wasn’t at odds with the lad, Vlad might have even marveled at him for having riled him up as much as he had lately.

“How nice; a gentleman’s handshake.” Leaning forward, Vlad lowly growled out, “But you forget- where you and I are concerned, I’m no gentleman.”

As expected, Danny threw up his gloved palms as he angrily retorted, “Oh, come on! Can you even pretend to have a heart? I’m making an effort here.”

And there it was; one of Daniel’s little temper tantrums. Oh, how he quite enjoyed seeing the little badger all riled up at his expense.

It was a welcome change from the increasingly deceitful innocent act he pulled around those wretched fools that he considered his ‘friends.’ It was all so nauseatingly fake. 

Here was Daniel at his element, and Vlad wasn’t about to let such a chance go to waste. 

“I know, and even though the apology is a welcome departure from your usual childish arrogance, it belies a greater truth.” Standing up, the billionaire shook his finger as he pointedly reminded Danny, “You had this coming.” 

“But-” 

Sitting back, Vlad straightened his suit, fingers poised expectantly around the lapels as he smoothly interrupted Danny’s likely tirade. “There is one way you could make it up to me,” he paused as he coldly regarded the anxious halfa.

Taking a sadistic sort of comfort from the openly curious look that Danny was giving him, Vlad sat back in his chair as a chuckle, low and gravely, made its way from his larynx.

“Offer your body to me, and I’ll consider letting bygones be bygones.” 

Snorting at the blank stare, he allowed his eyelids to ship shut momentarily before casually stating, “Allow me to spell it out further for that dimwitted brain of yours, Daniel.” 

Standing up, he idly twirled the younger halfa’s ghostly tail. “I want to bend you over and–as you youngins would say nowadays–tap that ass.”

Scowling, Danny bluntly stated, “One word: Ew.”

Unable to stop the shudder at the sensation of the other halfa’s fingers against his ghostly skin, an exasperated eyeroll soon followed as he shoved Vlad aside. 

Allowing the white rings around his midsection to surface, his clothing shifted into an ordinary white T-shirt and jeans before wryly adding, “Desperate much? I always knew you were a creep, but I didn’t think you’d become a pedophile after getting rejected by my mom, like, a bazillion times.”

“You’re dodging,” Vlad said, his smirk widening. He reached out, his fingers brushing Danny’s shoulder to flick away an imaginary speck of lint. The touch was light, deliberate, and lingered just long enough to make Danny’s breath catch. “You’ve been avoiding me for weeks. Yet here you are, petition in hand, all alone.”

Danny stepped back, only to find the desk behind him, its edge pressing into his thighs. “I’m here for the town,” he insisted, but his voice was thinner than he’d intended. Vlad’s grey hair shifted as he tilted his head, glinting in the sunlight, and Danny couldn’t help but notice—though he covered it with a quip. “Nice hair, fruitloop. Spend a lot of time polishing it to overcompensate your loneliness?”

Vlad’s laugh was rich, edged with poison. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Daniel,” he purred, closing the distance again. His fingers brushed Danny’s wrist, the warmth of his touch searing through Danny’s skin. “Though I must say, those eyes of yours are far more captivating when they’re glaring at me like that.” His thumb pressed lightly against Danny’s pulse, feeling it race, and his smirk widened, sharp and knowing.

Danny’s bangs fell into his eyes, and before he could brush them away, Vlad’s hand was there, tucking the black strands back with a gentleness that clashed with his venomous tone. His fingers brushed Danny’s forehead, fire against his mortal skin, and Danny’s protests dissolved into a sharp intake of breath. 

“Don’t flatter yourself, fruitloop,” he managed, his voice trembling as his fluster betrayed him, but his eyes were wide, unguarded, locked on Vlad’s dark blue ones. The height difference forced him to tilt his head up, and the vulnerability of it made his stomach twist.

“You’re trembling, little badger,” Vlad noted, his voice low and teasing, each word a poisoned dart aimed at Danny’s composure. “Is it the petition, or is it me?” His hand slid to Danny’s elbow, his fingers tracing the line of his arm with a suggestive slowness, as if savoring every shiver he elicited.

Danny swallowed, his sarcasm faltering. “It’s…allergies,” he muttered, before bitingly retorting, “to your nauseating cologne.” His hands gripped the desk’s edge, papers crinkling under his palms, grounding him against the storm of sensations Vlad’s touch ignited.

Vlad leaned in, his height forcing Danny to crane his neck to meet those dark blue eyes, which gleamed with a mix of amusement and something darker. 

“Allergies?” he murmured, his breath warm against Danny’s ear, each word laced with a mocking sweetness. “Why stand so close, when you could have left and spared yourself my…nauseating presence?” His hand slid from Danny’s elbow to his waist, a firm, possessive grip that made Danny’s head spin. The touch was possessive yet careful, Vlad’s fingers splaying across the small of his back, pulling him closer until their hips nearly touched.

Vlad leaned in, his height forcing Danny to tilt his head up further to meet those dark blue eyes. The air between them crackled, thick with unspoken challenges. “You’re terrible at hiding it,” Vlad whispered, his breath warm against Danny’s ear. “You want this. You’ve wanted it since the first time you stormed in here, all fire and sarcasm.”

Danny’s hands gripped the desk’s edge, papers crinkling under his palms. “You’re so full of yourself,” he shot back, but his voice trembled, and his flush deepened as their hips brushed almost deliberately. 

“Am I?” Vlad’s voice was a low purr, the small hairs from his goatee brushing Danny’s cheek as he leaned closer. “Then why are you still here, Daniel? You could’ve mailed that petition. You could’ve sent someone else. But you didn’t.” His thumb traced slow circles against Danny’s side, the fabric of his denim jeans no barrier to the heat of his touch.

Danny’s sky blue eyes flickered with defiance, but his body betrayed him, leaning into Vlad’s hand. “Maybe I just wanted to see how much more despicable you could get as a single bachelor," he quipped, but the words lacked bite. His bangs fell forward again, and Vlad’s fingers were there once more, tucking them back with a tenderness that made Danny’s chest ache.

Their history hung between them like a taut wire. For weeks, Danny had defied Vlad’s schemes as he ran for mayor—those sly smiles at town hall meetings, the lingering glances when Danny shouted at Vlad to go back to Wisconsin already. Vlad was a force of nature, his arrogance matched only by his charisma, and Danny hated how it drew him in. He’d come tonight to prove he could resist, to keep Vlad at arm’s length with his sarcasm. But now, with the mayor’s hand on his waist and those dark blue eyes boring into him, resistance felt like a losing battle.

And that was just recently. Danny certainly had a penchant for ruining Vlad’s latest schemes, whether as the hero of Amity Park or the son who stood between him and the woman he had lusted after since college. 

“You’re stalling,” Vlad said, his voice softening but still laced with that infuriating confidence. He stepped even closer, his thigh brushing Danny’s, the desk creaking as Danny leaned back. “Say it. Admit you’re here for me.”

Danny’s heart pounded, his sarcasm faltering under the weight of Vlad’s gaze. “You wish,” he muttered, but his voice was barely above a whisper. Vlad’s other hand cupped Danny’s face, his thumb tracing the curve of his jaw. The touch was electric, grounding, and Danny’s resistance crumbled as he leaned into it, overwhelmed by the warmth of Vlad’s palm and the intensity of those dark blue eyes.

“You’re adorable when you’re stubborn,” Vlad murmured, his lips twitching into a smirk. “But that look in your eyes—it gives you away. Your predictability is,” He tilted Danny’s chin up, forcing their gazes to lock as he breathed out. “Scintillating.” Danny’s sky blue eyes were wide, vulnerable, and Vlad’s softened, just for a moment, with something that looked dangerously like affection.

Danny swallowed, his hands clutching the desk tighter. “You’re insufferable,” he said, but there was no venom in it. His bangs fell forward again, and this time, he didn’t stop Vlad from brushing them back, his fingers lingering against Danny’s temple.

–

The room seemed to shrink, the ticking clock fading into the background as Vlad’s hand slid from Danny’s jaw to the back of his neck, his fingers tangling in the soft spikes of Danny’s black hair. 

Vlad’s laugh was soft, almost fond. He leaned in, his height forcing Danny to stretch upward, their lips hovering inches apart. The desk pressed into Danny’s hips, papers sliding under his weight as he leaned back. “You’re impossible,” Vlad whispered, his breath warm against Danny’s lips. “And yet, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“...impossible?” Danny scoffed, rolling his eyes to cover the way his hands shook. “Puh-lease. I’m not the adult who’s resorting to blackmail to do the horizontal tango with a teenage boy.”

Vlad laughed, a sound that was half amusement, half challenge. He stepped closer, crowding Danny against the desk, palms gripping the sides of the mahogany, body entirely canted towards Danny smack dab in the middle. “Blackmail is such a harsh word. I prefer to call it a gentle persuasion.” Enjoying the anxious look in Daniel’s eyes, a pleased sneer etched itself onto his features. “Don’t tell me you’re inexperienced, Daniel? Did your idiot father never teach you about the ectoplasmic birds and the bees?”

Danny’s cheeks burned, but he jutted his chin out, refusing to back down. “What, like you’re some kind of expert? Bet you’ve been practicing on your own duplicates like the sick bastard you are.”

Something tells me that fake out-make outs don’t exactly count. Damn it…

“Oh, Daniel,” Vlad purred, leaning in until their noses nearly brushed. 

“You have no idea what I can do.”

Danny’s snark faltered, his throat dry as Vlad’s gaze pinned him in place. He wanted to snap back, to keep up the banter, but his brain was short-circuiting. Vlad’s lips hovered, close enough to feel the heat, not close enough to touch. It was torture, and Danny hated how much he didn’t hate it.

“Stop teasing,” Danny muttered, voice rougher than he meant it to be. “If you’re so great, prove it.”

Vlad’s smirk widened, but his eyes lowered, just a fraction, like he could see right through Danny’s bravado. “Very well, little badger. Try to keep up, would you?”

Before Daniel could fire back, Vlad closed the distance. The kiss, when it came, was slow and consuming. Vlad’s lips were firm, tasting faintly of whiskey and spice, and Danny melted against him, his sarcasm dissolving into a soft gasp as he clumsily reciprocated. 

The older halfa’s lips were soft but sure, pressing against Danny’s with a slow, deliberate pressure that made the center of his world tilt. Danny froze, his brain screaming what do I do with my hands? while his heart did backflips. Vlad didn’t falter, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, one hand sliding to Danny’s jaw, guiding him with a gentle insistence.

The desk creaked as Danny’s weight shifted, papers crumpling beneath him. Vlad’s hands tightened on his waist, pulling him closer, and Danny’s fingers tangled in Vlad’s silky grey hair, tugging lightly at the ribbon until it loosened, spilling hair around them like a silver curtain. The height difference made Danny stretch upward, his sky blue eyes fluttering shut as Vlad’s stubble grazed his chin, a delicious contrast to the slick feeling of their lips as they exchanged saliva and hormones in one fell swoop. 

It was overwhelming—Vlad’s warmth, the way his fingers brushed Danny’s skin, the slow, confident rhythm of his mouth. Danny’s snark melted into a quiet groan, his hands finally finding Vlad’s shoulders, gripping like they were the only thing keeping him upright. He tried to kiss back, clumsy at first, all nerves and no finesse, but Vlad didn’t laugh or pull away. Instead, he slowed, letting Danny find his rhythm, coaxing him into it with a patience that felt almost unfair.

When Vlad finally pulled back, Danny’s breath was ragged, his face flushed, and his usual sharp tongue was nowhere to be found. Vlad’s lips curved, smug but tender, and he brushed a thumb over Daniel’s cheek. “Not bad for a first-timer.”

Danny glared, but it lacked heat, his voice barely a mumble. “Shut up. You’re…you’re not that good.”

“Liar,” Vlad whispered, leaning in to steal one more quick kiss after uttering that one word, leaving Danny dizzy and cursing how much he wanted another.

–

They kissed again, slower this time, the desk a solid anchor beneath them. 

Every touch was a revelation. Vlad’s hands were strong, one splaying across Danny’s lower back, the other sliding up to cradle his neck, fingers brushing the sensitive skin there. Danny’s inexperience made him tremble, each sensation caused his stomach to tighten as he struggled to regulate his breathing—the taste of Vlad’s breath, the press of the desk against his hips, the silky glide of Vlad’s hair between his fingers. He clutched Vlad’s dress shirt tighter, anchoring himself as his head spun.

Vlad pulled back just enough to meet Danny’s eyes, his dark blue gaze smoldering with something deeper than arrogance. “You’re shaking,” he murmured, his thumb tracing slow circles against Danny’s side. “Too much for you, little badger?”

Danny’s cheeks darkened once more, but he managed a shaky smirk. “Don’t get cocky,” he said, his voice breathless. “I’m just…catching my breath.” His fingers tightened in Vlad’s hair, pulling him closer, and Vlad’s laugh was a low rumble, his arrogance softening into a rare tenderness.

Vlad’s hands roamed, one sliding to Danny’s hip, the other tracing the line of his spine. Danny’s hands explored cautiously, brushing the broad expanse of Vlad’s shoulders, feeling the heat of his skin through his shirt. The height difference forced Danny to inwardly curse before leaning up, his body pressed against Vlad’s, and the intimacy of it made his heart race.

“So,” Vlad drawled, his voice a low, velvety taunt that seemed to curl around Danny’s nerves like smoke. “Are you planning on sitting there all night, Daniel, or are you thinking of actually doing something?”

Danny’s jaw tightened, his lips twitching into a smirk despite the heat flooding his cheeks. “Oh, please,” he shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m just marveling at how you manage to fit your arrogance in this room. Must take some serious architectural planning.”

Vlad’s laugh was a rich, rumbling sound, thunder rolling in the distance. His palms gripped Danny closer, his movements deliberate, each touch a calculated provocation. The slit of light that filtered through the closed curtains caught the sharp planes of his face—high cheekbones, a jawline that could cut glass, and lips curved with a smug certainty that made Danny want to simultaneously punch him and pull him closer. 

“You’re cute when you’re trying to keep up,” Vlad said, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. He tilted his head, studying Danny with an intensity that made the younger male’s breath catch. “But let’s be real, little badger. You’re out of your depth here, and you know it.”

Danny rolled his eyes, leaning back on his hands to put some distance between them, though it did little to ease the way his heart was hammering. “Are you trying to scare me away from you? I almost pity how much you wanna remain alone and celibate. That’s not predictable at all.” His tone was sharp, but his voice wavered just enough to betray the nerves coiling in his stomach. He wasn’t used to this—to the way Vlad’s presence seemed to fill the room, to the way his own body seemed to betray him with every glance, every brush of proximity.

Vlad’s grin widened, all teeth and arrogance. His fingers cupped Danny’s face, as he roughly turned him so that their gazes were locked. Daniel was back to glaring at him, how exciting. “You talk a big game,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “but I can see it, you know. The way your hands are trembling. The way you can’t quite look at me for more than two seconds. Nervous, dear boy?”

Danny scoffed, forcing himself to meet Vlad’s gaze, though it felt like staring into a black hole. “Nervous? Me? Nah, I’m just trying to figure out how you manage to be this obnoxious and still think it’s charming.” But his words lacked their usual bite, softened by the way Vlad’s knee brushed against his, a fleeting contact that sent a jolt through him, like a spark igniting kindling.

Vlad leaned closer, his breath warm against Danny’s ear. “You’re not fooling anyone,” he murmured, his voice a caress that made Danny’s skin prickle. “But it’s okay. I like you like this—flustered, snarky, trying so hard to pretend you’re not dying to see what happens next.”

Danny’s breath hitched, and he turned his head, their faces now inches apart. Vlad’s eyes were dark pools, flecked with green in the shadows, and for a moment, Danny forgot how to speak. The air between them crackled, heavy with unspoken promises. He swallowed hard, his sarcasm his only shield. “You’re so full of yourself, it’s a miracle you don’t choke on it,” he managed, but his voice was softer now, almost a whisper.

Vlad’s hand moved, slow and deliberate, resting on Danny’s thigh. The touch was light, but it burned through the fabric of Danny’s jeans, sending a wave of heat up his spine. “You’re certain about this?” Vlad asked, his tone shifting, the cockiness giving way to something softer, more serious. His thumb traced a small circle on Danny’s thigh, a gesture that was both reassuring and maddeningly distracting. “Because we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for, Daniel. You say stop, we stop.”

Danny’s heart thudded so loudly he was sure Vlad could hear it. He wanted to snap back with another quip, to keep the banter going, but the sincerity in Vlad’s voice caught him off guard. For all his arrogance, there was a care in his eyes, a patience that made Danny’s chest ache. The chance to prevent this from further escalating was right there on his lips, just begging to be let out.

But his mind couldn’t help but flicker to the citizens of Amity Park. To Sam and Tucker. They needed him to fix this, right? In such dire circumstances, they needed a hero to pull them out of this mess that he and Vlad had inadvertently gotten themselves entangled in.

Why should they have to suffer for his impulsive stupidity?

Tucker was still mourning the loss of the Nasty Burger, with its greasy burgers and garbage food goodness, and Sam, well, he knew that she’d never let him live it down if he came back empty-handed. 

He’s Danny Phantom–so wasn’t it his duty or step up and do what was right? 

Who cares if it scared him. Even if he’d regret it once they were finished here. 

So what if it was with the one man he hated more than anyone else? 

Vlad seemed infatuated with him for god-knows-why. Heck, it sure beat having Paulina reject him for the millionth time in a row. If he doesn’t go through with it, who knows when’s the next time anyone–male or female–might show any sort of interest in him like this?

Valerie Grey liked you, his brain traitorously supplied. A lot.

But she still chose to chase ghosts instead of you. You just weren’t worth it in the end.

The idea of saving himself for anyone, let alone having someone want him in such an intimate manner, was just laughable. He’s beyond pathetic. Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Keep it together, Fenton.

“I’m sure,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I’ve never done this before, okay? So don’t be a complete jackass about it.”

Vlad’s lips twitched, but he didn’t laugh. Instead, he leaned in, his forehead resting gently against Danny’s, their breaths mingling. “Noted,” he said softly. “No jackassery. Just us.”

The words hung between them, simple and raw, and Danny felt something shift inside him—a knot of fear loosening, replaced by a tentative trust. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Vlad’s chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat through the thin fabric of his shirt. It was grounding, real, and Danny let out a shaky laugh. “You’re gonna have to guide me through this, you know. I’m not exactly an expert at…whatever this is.”

Vlad’s hand slid up to cup Danny’s face, his thumb brushing along his cheekbone. “Oh, I’ll guide you,” he said, his voice dipping back into that smug tone, though it was softened by affection. “But something tells me you’re likely to be as quick a learner as you were at furthering your ghost powers.”

Their lips met once again, and it was like the world tilted on its axis. Vlad’s kiss was slow, deliberate, a contrast to his usual brash demeanor. 

His lips were warm, firm, moving with a confidence that made Danny’s head spin. Danny kissed back, tentative at first, his hands gripping Vlad’s shoulders as if anchoring himself against the tide of sensation. The kiss deepened, Vlad’s tongue teasing the seam of Danny’s lips, and Danny parted them with a soft gasp, overwhelmed by the heat, the taste, the sheer intensity of it.

“...jesus,” Danny muttered against Vlad’s mouth, pulling back just enough to catch his breath. “You kiss like you’re trying to win a damn award.”

Vlad chuckled, the sound vibrating through Danny’s chest. “And you kiss like you’re trying to figure out how to breathe,” he teased, but his eyes were warm, his hand sliding to the back of Danny’s neck, fingers threading through his hair. “Want me to slow down?”

“No,” Danny said quickly, then flushed at his own eagerness. “I mean, don’t get cocky about it, but… no. Keep going.”

Vlad’s grin was positively wicked, but he didn’t push, didn’t rush. Instead, he kissed Danny again, slower this time, savoring every moment. His hands roamed, one staying at Danny’s neck, the other trailing down his side, fingers brushing along the hem of his shirt. The touch was light, teasing, but it sent sparks skittering across Danny’s skin, his body responding in ways that were both thrilling and terrifying. He felt like he was unraveling, every nerve alight, every touch amplified by the newness of it all.

“I wouldn’t dream of stopping,” Vlad murmured, pulling back to look at him. His thumb traced Danny’s lower lip, and Danny fought the urge to close his eyes, to hide from the intensity of that gaze. “Daniel?”

Danny swallowed, his sarcasm rising like a reflex. “Oh, yeah, I’m just peachy. Totally normal to feel like my heart’s about to explode, right?” But his voice was soft, vulnerable, and he leaned into Vlad’s touch, craving the reassurance.

Vlad’s expression softened, and he pressed a kiss to Danny’s forehead, a gesture so tender it made Danny’s chest ache. “You’re doing fine,” he said, his voice low and steady. “Better than fine. You’re here, with me, and that’s all I care about.”

Danny let out a shaky laugh, his hands sliding down Vlad’s chest, fumbling with the buttons of his extravagant suit jacket. Did it have to come with so many buttons? Jeez. 

“You’re so sappy when you’re not being a smug bastard,” he said, but his fingers trembled as he worked before shifting his attention towards the crisp dress shirt, a small huff escaping him as he popped open the buttons for it as well, the fabric finally parting to reveal the smooth expanse of Vlad’s chest, the faint trail of hair leading downward. Danny’s breath caught, his eyes wide as he took in the sight, the reality of what they were doing hitting him all at once.

Vlad noticed, of course—he always noticed. 

He caught Danny’s hands, stilling them, and brought them to his lips, kissing his knuckles one by one. “Take your time,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “We’ve got all night.”

Danny nodded, his throat tight. He tugged at Vlad’s white shirt, more confident now, and Vlad helped, shrugging it off with a fluid motion that made Danny’s mouth go dry. The dim lighting played across Vlad’s skin, highlighting the lean muscle, the plethora of salt-and-pepper curls that unapologetically spread across the expanse of his sternum; it showed just how much older Vlad was in comparison to him. 

Danny impulsively reached out, his fingers tracing a faint scar, a jagged line across Vlad’s right shoulder, and Vlad stilled, letting him explore.

“Ghost wound?” Danny asked, his voice light but curious, a hint of his usual sarcasm creeping in.

Vlad’s lips quirked. “Something like that. Would you humor an old man and kiss it better?”

Danny snorted, but he leaned in, his lips brushing the scar before glancing up, a hesitant gesture that made Vlad’s breath hitch. It was a small victory, knowing he could affect Vlad the way Vlad affected him. Emboldened, Danny kissed lower, along the curve of Vlad’s collarbone, his hands splaying across his chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the steady rhythm of his heart.

Vlad’s hands moved to Danny’s shirt, fingers tugging at the hem. “Your turn,” he said, his voice husky, and Danny froze for a moment, nerves flaring. But Vlad’s touch was gentle, his eyes searching Danny’s for permission. “May I?”

Danny nodded, his sarcasm failing him for once. “Yeah,” he said, his voice barely audible. “Just-…don’t laugh if I’m not exactly a Greek god under here.”

Vlad’s laugh was soft, warm. “Daniel, you could be a scrawny nerd, and I’d still be here.” He lifted Danny’s shirt, pulling it over his head, and the cool air hit Danny’s skin, making him shiver. Vlad’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of him—lean, not as defined as Vlad, but real, vulnerable, and beautiful in a way that made Vlad’s breath catch.

“You’re perfect,” Vlad said, and for once, there was no trace of arrogance in his voice, just raw honesty. His hands slid up Danny’s sides, slow and reverent, and Danny gasped, the sensation overwhelming, like his skin was too small to contain everything he was feeling.

“Perfect?” Danny managed, his voice shaky but laced with humor. “You must need glasses, because I’m pretty sure I’m just average with a side of awkward.”

Vlad’s grin returned, but his touch was anything but teasing. He leaned in, kissing Danny’s neck, his lips finding the pulse point that fluttered wildly under his touch. “Average?” he murmured against Danny’s skin. “Not even close.”

The kisses trailed lower, across Danny’s chest, each one a spark that set his nerves alight. He arched into the touch, his hands gripping Vlad’s shoulders, nails digging in just enough to make Vlad hum in approval. The sensations were too much, too new, and Danny felt like he was drowning in them, his usual snark forgotten as he let himself feel, let himself trust.

Vlad’s hands moved with purpose now, guiding Danny back onto the desk, the hard surface cool against his skin. He hovered over him, their bodies close but not quite touching, the space between them charged with anticipation. “Tell me what you want,” Vlad said, his voice low, his eyes locked on Danny’s. “Anything you want, Daniel. I’m here.”

Danny’s breath was ragged, his mind a whirlwind of desire and nerves. “I want you,” he said, the words spilling out before he could overthink them. “I just…I don’t know how to do this, okay? So don’t be a smug jerk if I mess it up.”

Vlad’s laugh was soft, affectionate. “No smugness,” he promised, leaning down to kiss Danny again, slow and deep, their bodies finally pressing together, the heat of skin against skin making Danny gasp. “Just you and me, figuring it out together.”

Smirking, Danny lightly quipped back, “Who am I kidding? You wouldn’t be Vlad if you didn’t patronize me every time we interacted.” 

Pulling away, the billionaire sank his teeth to pull against the younger halfa’s upper lip, only stopping once he elicited a shaky groan from Danny. “You’re allowed to be nervous, Daniel. You’re risking a lot, and I more than anyone understand the ramifications of allowing yourself to surrender your virtue to someone as despicable as myself.”

Eyes now a mere slit, Danny huffed out an indignant, “Since when have you ever cared about anyone but yourself?” 

Tongue darting out to soothe the sting of having his upper lip abused, he exaggeratedly held up a palm to flatly add, “I’m not a chick so there’s no need for you to concern yourself with my so-called ‘virtue.’ It’s not like I’m under the assumption that we’re actually dating or whatever.”

Scowling, he refused to make eye contact as he coolly unzipped his jeans before attempting to shrug out of them. Unfortunately for him, Vlad chose that moment to run his finger down the flat expanse of his narrow chest, thumbs hooking around the belt loops to drag the denim closer to him as his lips brushed the younger halfa’s earlobe.

“Whatever am I going to do with you, Daniel?” Huskily breathing the words, Vlad took great delight in watching how effortlessly Daniel’s ears reddened.

How easily flustered this little badger got…- it’s almost a pity that he didn’t have more time to unravel the boy. A mere night was all he was granted. Tsk, tsk.

Now, that just wouldn’t do, would it, Daniel?

“…you’re far too eager,” he subtly admonished the other male, his mouth warm and eager to utter sweet nothings all night if the situation called for it. “Always so impatient, Daniel. And here I was hoping I could savor the taste of you writhing underneath me.”

His fingers dipped low as the mayor slipped his palms inside to stroke his manhood through the flimsy boxer-briefs Danny had on. 

Clicking his tongue, he offhandedly wondered why Daniel didn’t purchase new ones; the elastic was worn and the navy blue tint was somewhat faded on the edges, surely the Fentons could afford to get him newer underpants?

What a shame. It seems ghost hunting really doesn’t pay the bills if you’re as big of a buffoon as Jack Fenton.

“Dream on, fruitloop,” Danny spat out as his abdomen sizzled in anticipation, the throbbing sensation caused his hips to buckle as he ached to be further caressed. “You should make sure you took your Viagra; I’d hate for you to have performance issues later on.”

A dry look was all that Vlad answered with as he trailed his index finger down the shaft, fingers curling around the base as he smugly eyed the quivering mess that Daniel was soon becoming.

Teenage boys never did have much stamina, did they?

“Such a sensitive little badger,” he coyly stated, dark lashes lowering as he wordlessly nudged for Danny to lift his thighs as he shifted his grip, palms cupping the soft flesh of the other halfa’s backside as he deftly tugged the denim down to further expose the slick cock.

Vlad couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight, mesmerized as he was by the feel of it in his hand. Just as anything else that concerned Daniel, it was breathtaking. 

There was a certain beauty to the smaller size, the tip was a pale pink that had little qualms with throbbing when caressed, and what Daniel lacked in finesse, he made up for with blatant enthusiasm.

“Your shaft is beautiful, Daniel,” he found himself saying, somewhat bemused at the gruff, almost reverent way he was treating the teenage male. “The perfect size for me to hold.”

Of course, he’s never been the sort to offer any inclination of praise to Daniel. It didn’t surprise him in the least when he saw him taking it as his usual condescending attitude.

Although his touch was light, the sensation caused Danny to shudder almost involuntarily. He’s never had any qualms with touching himself in the privacy of his own bedroom, but the teenage fumblings were pathetic in comparison.

Now that he was exposed, he couldn’t help but notice how responsive his dick felt whenever Vlad palmed it.

Still, hearing Vlad mocking him caused him to put up those barriers to push away the man who never failed to get under his skin. His self-consciousness made him even more flustered at the idea that Vlad, of all people, thought that he was in any form appealing. He called his dick beautiful…

He’s certain that Vlad wasn’t remotely sincere, yet he still quivered at the praise.

Fingers gripped the wood underneath his palms, Danny’s thighs closed as his shoulders hunched inwards, a brief look of hurt flickered between pale blue eyes before glaring at the bane of his existence.

“…you’re killing the vibe, fruitloop.” Barely managing to stifle a moan at the feel of the older male’s fingernails against his slit, Danny rested his head against broad shoulders as he huffed out, “It wouldn’t kill you to be a decent human being just once.”

Vlad stilled in his movements as he carefully eyed Danny. “You have no idea how much I want you to enjoy this, little badger.” 

A small snort escaped downturned lips as Danny shook his head; a futile attempt to dispel the awkward feeling he was getting at the thought of Vlad wanting to do something like this with him—the loser that Dash never failed to mercilessly bully on a daily basis, the guy who never went steady with a girl, the guy whose only accomplishments entailed shoving those pesky ghosts into the Fenton thermos in order to keep his family (Sam and Tucker included) and the citizens of Amity Park safe.

“I’ve–uh, never felt like this before,” he shakily confessed, azure hues unable to tear his gaze from the careful, almost considerate way that Vlad was touching him as he resumed, the rough pads of his fingertips caused Danny to feel uncomfortable as his stomach pulsed almost maddeningly, he almost ached with anticipation as he begged for Vlad to don’t stop, never stop.

Leaning up, he grounded himself in the feel of Vlad as his arms splayed around his neck, hands falling over his shoulders as his fingers tightened over the hairy expanse of firm pectorals.

He almost felt guilty over the small, crescent indentations his nails had left behind as he arched forward as Vlad bent lower to slide their lips together, not pulling away until he had Danny panting as the mayor pulled away with an irrevocable certainty, a trail of saliva briefly hovering as their mouths separated.

Coal blue hues flickered as he coolly observed the reddened state of the other halfa’s bruised lips, his teeth relishing in hearing the soft, needy gasps as he repeatedly coaxed them open before biting down, licking them as an aforementioned apology that he wasn’t really sorry about.

Vlad took great pleasure in coaxing those sounds out of Daniel. While he was certainly no stranger to the younger lad’s ire, seeing him falling apart just made him that more morbidly eager to tease Daniel.

The boy just looked so delicious at his mercy. 

How sweetly did his voice stutter as his body spasmed almost erratically as Vlad paused; a disgruntled growl was all that alerted him before Danny added his fingers to join his own, small moans escaping the halfa’s lips as Vlad continued his ministrations, a pleased smirk surfacing upon his bearded cheekbones at the obscene noises that Daniel was making.

“You’re at your limit, little badger,” he cheerfully chided as he started squeezing the head before trailing down the base of his member, occasionally cupping his testicles underneath, index finger nudging the balls as he eyed the pallid strip of skin as he traced the veins underneath. 

How easily his fingers wrapped around the rounded organ, the sweat starting to pool around them before falling into his palms as he used his thumb to stroke the underside before alternating and repeating the process.

It was almost as if Daniel’s body was made for him to worship.

“I wonder what sounds you’ll make once you climax,” he went on as he increased his pace, his eyes unable to tear themselves away from the quivering mess of Daniel as he trembled underneath. “You always sound best when you’re frustrated.”

Canines briefly surfacing, he casually confessed, “Perhaps that’s why I take such pleasure in pushing those buttons of yours.” 

“I always knew you were nutty as fuck, fruitloop,” Danny gasped out as he shakily sat back and allowed the older halfa to fondle him; unable to ignore the pressure that seemed to be intently building in his abdomen with every stroke.

It was almost as if every nerve in his lanky frame was waiting in anticipation for something.

 

It feels like I’m gonna overheat.

My insides are gonna be fried.

And yet—I can’t wait. 

 

Touch me more, fruitloop.

Don’t ever stop. 

I wanna experience this for a long time.

 

Danny found himself involuntarily jutting out his hips to get Vlad to keep going. 

Why does it feel so much better when it’s Vlad that’s doing this? 

“...you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Danny swallowed as he felt himself nearing the end of his limit. “Bastard,” he added on as his eyes slid down at the long stroke of Vlad’s fingers as his thumb pressed against the slit once more.

Jeez, as long as he didn’t get too loud, it should be fine. He didn’t want to give Vlad the ammunition he so likely desired to humiliate him with.

Vlad didn’t bother to slow down as he shortly grunted, his tone curt as he ordered Danny, “I want to make this pleasurable for the both of us, naturally. So—don’t fight it, Daniel.”

Thumb pressed against the head, he gruffly added, “And do something about those pants, would you? They’re blocking my view.” 

Danny allowed himself to grip Vlad’s biceps as he ejaculated, languidly blinking as he observed the milky liquid that spurted from the head of his member. There was just so much of it–if he wasn’t immediately boneless at the velvety sound of Vlad’s voice growling in his ear, he’d definitely would have been mortified at how it went literally everywhere. Vlad’s palms were still rubbing against the sensitive head as the edge of the desk dripped from the liquid that seemed to pool around his thighs. 

Danny inwardly freaked out over how his dick now seemed smaller and softer afterwards, his skin now cooled down as he shifted uncomfortably before a small chuckle escaped him as he wryly used his ghost powers to phase out of his pants and shirt, his laziness caused him to leave on his socks as an afterthought.

“Happy now?” He weakly retorted, his breathing noticeably strained as he struggled to catch his breath, relieved as he allowed the mess to fall off the desk and likely stain the very expensive carpeting.

Whatever. So not his problem.

Ignoring the fact that he was already self-conscious about his body, Danny merely offered a wink as he intently worked at unbuckling the older man’s Armani slacks, the luxurious material feeling like silk in his hands as he allowed them to loosen before falling, his impatience caused him to roughly exhale as he used his palms to intangibility press against Vlad’s undergarments, snickering at the familiar dark green and mustard yellow colors that assaulted him as he phased them to land on the floor.

“Only you’d be kooky enough to wear Packer’s underwear, fruitloop.”

It wasn’t until they pooled around his ankles did he notice the difference in size. Vlad’s penis was both thick and massive, the top of it hung over due to its sheer bulk as a drop of semen languidly slid down the shaft before dripping down. Swallowing, Danny found himself impressed despite himself at the idea of how this dick would feel. Yet, a hint of fear made him worry how he would fare.

 

I have no idea how that’s going to fit.

He’s gonna tear me up. 

I don’t care. 

 

“What can I say?” Vlad appeared to preen as his lips curled almost menacingly as he noted how wide Danny’s eyes had gotten once he had properly undressed. “Green and yellow are so bold, so…vivaciously vibrant. Like a painting. And you know how much I pride myself on making a statement, Daniel.”

Barely resisting yet another eyeroll, Danny grunted out, “Seeing as you’re still single and alone in your forties, wearing some cheesy football underwear isn’t gonna increase your dating pool, Vlad.”

A small grin wove itself onto his youthful features as he added, “It’s not as if you’ve managed to find someone who’d tolerate you for an extended period of time.”

Shaking his head, Vlad leaned over to conspiratorially retort, “And yet–against your better judgement, I might add–here you are, basking in my ambiance. I’m touched, Daniel, really I am.”

Roughly cupping the younger lad’s face, his touch lingered as he mockingly ruffled his head, his expression lethal as his dark gaze swept over the soft expanse of Danny’s cheeks, gauging the other halfa. Vlad knew how much Daniel absolutely abhorred it whenever he patronized him.

Which is exactly why he did it in the first place.

Ah, it was rather shameful how much power unknowingly Daniel had over him.

“...it’s almost unfair how big you are.” Danny pouted slightly as he swatted Vlad’s hand away, bare shoulders canted inwards as a defeated sigh escaped him. “Are you sure you’re gonna be able to fit inside?”

Snorting, Vlad pushed the younger male down on the narrow desk, his cock pressed against the flat contours of the halfa’s bare abdomen. “You’ll manage just fine. Sit up,” he ordered as his grip shifted to rest against Danny’s hipbone before clutching his waist as he shifted. 

A low whine escaped Danny as he sat up properly, his dick pressed against his thighs as he reached over to trace a finger against the larger organ, his nails curling around the sizable vein that ran along the entirety of the shaft as he childishly stuck out his tongue as he lowered his palms to wrap around it.

Even his fingers couldn’t manage to entirely envelop it. Shit, how embarrassing. 

“I think it’s about time for you to put your mouth to better use.”

Vlad’s low voice had an impatient growl as he clutched Danny’s chin, slotting it so that it met at the older male’s cock; Danny’s lips were open and unassuming as they parted.

Danny was once again unprepared for this foreign sensation. 

His mouth was only ever used for snarky retorts or consuming greasy burgers, so having him pressed against another male’s junk was freaking weird, to say the least. The slight pressure caused his tongue to fall open as his nerves became overwhelmed once more, the warmth pooling in his abdomen as his saliva pooled around the head made him eager for this added adrenaline to never end.

There was also the added benefit of Vlad stroking him again, Danny gasped as he broke away to gather his bearings. It was surprisingly easy for his breathing to suffer whenever the mayor touched him for an extended period of time. 

Danny didn’t relish in the reality of Vlad being the one to make him experience this pleasure, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers.

Also, he wasn’t gonna think about the fact that he was starting to moan–loudly.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he reluctantly admitted as he swooped down, his sweaty bangs once again concealing his expression as his tongue tentatively flickered out, licking along the shaft. 

Danny pressed his narrow digits to wrap around the organ to almost hold it in place, noting that doing so caused his insides to growl approvingly as he reached down to angle his mouth to envelop the head, immediately gagging despite himself. “So any guidance would be much appreciated, okay?”

Wordlessly, Vlad had little qualms with adding his fingers to stroke himself, roughly grunting at the skittish, almost aimless manner as Danny’s teeth scraped against his opening. 

“Phalluses are very sensitive,” he answered as he reached over to push the halfa down; his grip lingered as he took his time in eliciting sounds from Danny as he tugged at the messy black strands. For such a young man, he sure got loud whenever he was overstimulated. 

“They contain a high density of nerve endings both in the glans, or head of the penis, as well as the frenulum and the shaft making them extremely responsive to touch, temperature, and pain. Try using your hands first, then move onto your mouth once you feel more comfortable.”

Rolling his shoulders back, he tied up his hair once more before gripping his manhood. “Each male is different, Daniel. You liked it when I touched your head, especially towards the slit. As for myself…” 

Vlad trailed off as he pumped himself with each stroke, his posture languid and relaxed as he observed the frowning male. His grip shifted towards Daniel and he briefly held his face before tilting his head downwards, releasing him as he resumed stroking up the shaft, thrusting into Danny’s parted lips. “I rather enjoy anal sex, so this is merely a way to get me aroused. Sex can be quite painful if both parties aren’t sufficiently prepared beforehand.”

Wiping himself, he blithely shrugged as he wolfishly eyed Danny. “You could also combine the two; simultaneously stroking the penis with your hands while performing oral sex.”

Darkly chuckling, he merely raised an eyebrow as he smugly stated, “Do try not to bore me, Daniel.”

Danny didn’t think of it; angrily he glared at Vlad as he wildly wondered why he had decided to agree to any of this in the first place. 

Of course, Vlad would use his inexperience as ammunition to fuel his superiority complex. Why had he ever expected otherwise from this dickhead?

“You make me sick,” he hissed out as wiped his mouth before scrambling to grab his clothing and bolt, consequences be damned. “I don’t even know what I was thinking, trusting you to be reasonable and guide me through this, you absolutely unbearable piece of s–”

It shouldn’t have surprised him. 

And yet–even Danny was unprepared for Vlad as he wrapped his fingers around his throat, nearly choking him as he swayed in midair, slowly blinking in confusion as the older male tightened his grip, causing Danny to grit his teeth before turning intangible to slip out of his grip, clumsily falling back onto the desk.

“Are you trying to kill me, fruitloop?” Angrily massaging his throat, Danny flatly added, “of course you are. What is with you and choking me? This isn’t the first time.” 

“Now, Daniel, there’s no need to be so petty. It’s rather childish, don’t you think?”

Taking a shallow breath, Danny rolled his eyes as he sat up. “Not more than trying to assert your dominance and failing.” 

Stretching his arms upwards, his expression became playful. “So, cool it with the kinky shit. I want you inside of me,” he bluntly stated, absently noting the sweat that was making his bangs feel all sticky. 

Sheesh, fucking was more strenuous than he had hoped. It was almost as bad as avoiding Dash from slamming him to the ground while trying not to collapse from a lack of oxygen as he ran a mile in gym class.  

“I can always take a subtle hint, little badger.” Vlad nearly purred as a low chuckle escaped him as he wordlessly repositioned Danny to kneel on his stomach. Reaching over the boy to unlock the drawer, he slipped out a tube as he mockingly added, “Perhaps, one day, you’ll give me one.”

Danny looked away as he allowed Vlad to rummage around, an impatient huff leaving his parted lips at seeing how at ease Vlad seemed. He couldn’t fathom how someone could seem so relaxed about the whole thing. Unlike the fuming adolescent male–he only got more anxious at what was coming.

“Stop pouting, Daniel.” Vlad’s measured tone caused the younger halfa to look back, inwardly cringing at the awkward position he was currently in. His exposed backside was just there; the smug bastard was probably gloating at Danny’s compromised frame. “Frowning will merely lead to premature wrinkles and you’re much too young to look so morose.”

Also, his ass was starting to feel something–cold?

“Yeah, well, spending time with you in my birthday suit has aged me,” he quipped back, his snarky tone soon surfacing as he hissed slightly at the foreign feeling of something entering his–shit, shit, ow.

Danny yelped, his legs nearly toppling over as he experienced a discomforting sense of intrusion. And like the eloquent teenage male he was, he saw little reason not to voice his displeasure.

“–what the hell are you doing, you pervert? Take it out, it hurts.”

“Language, Daniel,” came the pretentious retort as he used his hands to steady him, spreading the rounded mass until he saw the opening as he scissored the younger male’s anus, curling his finger inwards before removing it to add more lube. “A little pain never hurt anyone, and I happen to know you have a rather high threshold. We’ll start with fingers–namely mines.”

“I don’t give a shit, get it out now.”

Pausing, Vlad gently probed the other halfa’s inner walls before pulling out with a flourish, possessively lingering on the outer skin; a satisfied smirk crept up at the plethora of explicit curses that Danny was flinging out on his behalf. 

Pushing aside business contracts and documents off the desk, he leaned over so that his weeping cock was firmly situated between Danny’s thighs. “Are you through with the temper tantrum? You’re starting to test my patience, you brat.”

Panting at the unexpected exertion, Danny rocked on his palms before gasping at the feel of Vlad solidly pressed against him. “It just felt, um, uncomfortable,” he mumbled, refusing to make eye contact as his stomach tightened at the delicious friction the older male was generating between his thighs as he angled his hips so that their cocks met in the middle. 

“I liked it when you started curling them,” he admitted as he blankly eyed the crinkled sheets of papers that were slowly falling to the ground. “Just–go slower, okay?”

“We can’t do anything until I’ve stretched you,” Vlad answered with a sigh as he palmed the puckered skin, the sensitive nerves concealed as he attempted to loosen Danny up. 

It bothered him that he didn’t want to see Daniel suffer on his behalf. 

The better question was…why?

“It will make the sex much better, and allow me to touch you like this.” His finger didn’t meet much push for now, the hole barely large enough to fit a single digit but Danny was leaning back now, his shoulders trembling as he bit his lips in an attempt to remain compliant, though he did squint open one eye long enough to complain. 

“Saying it like that makes it seem like you’re my sugar daddy. Again, ew.”

With the innermost layer of tissue the most sensitive, Vlad was slow in his ministrations, but he did manage to hold back a smirk as he noted how much the smaller male appeared hopelessly submissive, body open and willing save for the occasional quip that fell from chapped lips. Which probably made it easier for him to reply with an unbothered, “And here I was thinking you already were my needy twink, Daniel.”

Danny merely angled his middle finger to flick him off, appearing disgruntled as he tried to seem offended but it was short-lived for he soon abandoned that to say, “Whatever you’re doing keep it up.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yeah. But you’re still an asshole,” he answered back almost bitingly. Danny spread his legs apart, his need to be touched there rather obvious as he reached for his dick, a futile effort as Vlad resumed jacking them off together, pivoting his free hand to add a second finger inside. 

“Keep that up and you’ll hurt my feelings,” Vlad mockingly acted hurt, his teasing attitude going unnoticed as the younger halfa’s muscles tensed around him, the clamping sensation expected as he rubbed at him in apology.

“How about now?”

Danny took a deep breath, sighing as he attempted to adjust to the added intrusion. It took him some time before he was able to answer.

“It’s not bad, just sorta weird,” he rolled his hips as he tried not to wince. The bundle of nerves contained made him feel disoriented, and strangely aroused. It was hard to explain. But this extra time made him admittedly nervous about what they soon planned on doing. Fingers were one thing, but- “I still dunno how the hell your dick’s supposed to fit.”

Vlad didn’t speak for a few minutes, the trails of lube coating their innards solid against his hands as he extracted his fingers before repeating the process. He didn’t answer Danny just yet, choosing to repeat his earlier question.

“How do you feel now, Daniel?”

“Feels great. Keep going.” He did tilt his head as he absently watched Vlad, finding it uncomfortable but not wanting to make a big deal out of it. 

There was little reason to complain, and with his dick leaking, he supposed his body was somehow enjoying what Vlad was doing to him. Danny was scared of what that meant, though. Did it matter whether it was a male doing it to him, or would it feel even better if a babe was sucking on his cock instead? 

He’s always considered himself straight, and seeing his body act against his supposed preferences made him wonder if he’s secretly gay.

Vlad sensed something was off when he saw Danny appear almost disinterested, a distant look adorning his expression. “Are you certain?”

That didn’t seem to help matters as Danny then appeared distressed before trying to appear calm, a nervous laugh making Vlad slow down, his finger making a light pop as he extracted it, although Danny didn’t want that as shown by him easing that finger right back in, rocking on it before he added a second one, Vlad eventually adding a third once Danny started whining out an insistent, when are we gonna fuck, cheesehead, like seriously. 

“I want to get you off again,” Vlad replied, his needs being secondary as he noted the slight liquid trailing down the other male’s dick. Wrapping his dominant hand around it, he started to insistently tug on it, his other hand halfheartedly wrapping around his own dick. 

His movements were fluid, gaining speed as he looked at the sorts of expressions that Daniel made, his favorite seeing teeth poke out underneath his lips before sinking down as he tried to restrain any sounds but definitely failing as he hotly panted, Vlad also found himself enjoying the low moans that sometimes slipped out when he wasn’t careful.

“You make me feel good, fruitloop,” Danny couldn’t help saying, the soft and light touches followed by a sharp tug as Vlad trailed his fingertips to barely skim over the skin before reeling his grip back in as he continued to jack him off. 

Vlad used his opportunity to touch the precum, slowly tracing his finger around the head of the other male’s dick, making the sensations from the teasing use of his fingertips even more intense as he released an awkward squeak, the tips of his ears darkening as Danny embarrassingly looked away while Vlad tried not to immediately swoon at this dorky boy.

Shifting his focus from the head of his penis to the shaft had Danny’s breathing fluctuate, irregular puffs of air as he pushes his dick closer to Vlad. 

It’s desperate and greedy and undoubtedly needy and his hands are full of Danny, while he’s touching the head of his own dick, he loosely runs the tips of his fingers against the other’s balls, fondling them as he allowed them to fall through his fingers and gently caressed them with the tips of his fingers before reverting upward, applying slight pressure to the slit in Danny’s dick, the tiny piece of flesh on the underside of the penis making the other male’s feet clench as he inwardly groaned, the sound making Vlad’s dick even harder and almost painful to the touch.

What with his hand fisted around the glossy surface of Danny’s shaft, Vlad keeps tugging and even alternated to jerk them off together, separating once he sees the other male’s dick throb in his hand with Danny unprepared for the telltale sign of milky white squirting out on the area above his bare navel, his chest getting some of it as well. He even spreads the precum to rest atop his dick, the fluid substance making him produce some of his own. 

He offhandedly wonders how Danny tastes and is able to quench that curiosity when he leans over to lick at his slick abdomen, the flat surface free of liquid until Danny releases some more, his needy groans of ah fuck, sorry Vlad soon cut off as he incredulously gawks at Vlad’s impassive expression as he laps up his spilled come. 

“Dude, ain’t that, like, gross as shit?”

Vlad merely shakes his head as he resumes his hold over Danny’s dick, his tongue expectant as he laps at the remaining traces before he loudly ejaculates yet again, Vlad’s own fluid soon mingling with his as he comes soon afterward, smearing his come over the top of the other organ with a faint, almost possessive undertone.

“You tasted good,” he calmly stated, his hands still fascinated with spreading the mess of bodily fluids that adorned both of their lower bodies. “Nearly as good as the finest Château Lafleur Pomerol." 

Vlad chortled to himself at the way Danny’s eyebrows drew together as he softly muttered something along the lines of rich bastard and can’t you just speak regular English for once.

He wondered why it tasted more sweet than salty, thinking to himself that he would like another taste of the other male’s semen to confirm the unique flavor. He’s about to do just that when he feels a set of lanky arms push him away, along with a fuming teenage male who doesn’t want to talk about it, like do you want me to die of embarrassment, fruitloop? He doesn’t want that at all, but he does want to lick Danny dry and he flat out tells him so. Daniel did want him to be more honest about that, yes?

“Not about that you…you…freaking weirdo!”

“But it will soon dry and feel gross,” he reasonably answered as innocuously as possible.

Danny still can’t get over Vlad just licking him off like that, like seriously. “Then just use a tissue like any normal person, man!” 

Vlad found some logic to avoid that entirely. “A pity–they’re all the way over on my bookshelf.” That didn’t do him any good as Danny then proceeded to cover his face entirely, face scrunched up in mortification. “Let me think about it, how about hell no.”

Blinking at Danny, he simply said, “Daniel, would you stop covering your face and just let me be a gentleman and take care of you for once?”

The younger male stiffened, his posture undeniably rigid as he abruptly lowered his arms, hands aimless as he kicked his bare feet against the fine wood, the mahogany texture not quite capable of allowing him to sink down and do little else than nod, his face still covered as he resolutely didn’t look as Vlad bent downward to lap at the exposed skin; although his curiosity did eventually win out as he cautiously peeked through his fingers.

Vlad Master licked his semen like how his freaking cat might drink milk out of a bowl, Danny mutely decided, his embarrassment only increased as Vlad then discretely flicked his tongue to lap at his lips before noticing the other halfa warily eyeing him. So, he brilliantly thought that it’s the most opportune time to try to kiss him and Danny definitely was not having it. 

“There is no way in hell those lips are coming anywhere near mine.”

“I’ve already swallowed it, don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” Vlad reassured him.

Danny’s eyes were heavy, weary with a set look in them. The lids slanted down each side as if they were endlessly deliberating on whether Vlad was saying the truth. One couldn’t say what color the irises were, although they were greatly exaggerated and appeared almost dilated due to how wide they were. But the puff of the man’s cheeks pushed the lower lids up in such a way that the slit was, in his case, more like the byproduct of examining a newly-formed scab, unrevealing and uninviting.

“It’s still nasty as fuck,” he grumpily pointed out. Danny was torn because while kissing Vlad was admittedly nice, tasting bodily fluids kind of turned him off at the prospect.

“You’re being kind of dramatic,” Vlad quietly chuckled to himself, “but it doesn’t change the fact that I’d really like to kiss you right now.”

Danny tentatively thought it over. And just like a scab, he wondered if he should just man up and get over the initial disgust that was surely displayed on his face. Even he knows he’s like an open book when it comes to the older male. “I wanna kiss you, too,” he blurted out. His willpower is definitely in favor of Vlad having his way with him, but…

“...you gotta hold your breath and we can’t use tongue.” That’s the only compromise he can think of, but instead of being exasperated Vlad seems oddly amused, his chin resting on his palm as he craftily tries to negotiate.

“Then, can I kiss you for ten minutes?”

“That’s a long time, fruitloop,” Danny deliberately pulled away, internally wondering why he had to make a decision. His indecisive side isn’t doing him any favors now.

“How about twenty, then?” The older male cheekily flashed his teeth as he jokingly suggested something so ludicrous that Danny had to hastily drag him closer, smashing their lips in a desperate bid to shut him up. Vlad easily angled his neck to allow their mouths to align as a deep chuckle reverberated from his chest, long fingers holding onto Danny as he inched closer atop him, and while his thighs protested at the added weight he didn’t really care enough to urge them to separate. 

He had the lanky male right where he wanted him; the other’s length fluidly aligned with his as he moved against him, fingers once again smoothly enclosed around the glistening heads, the stark contrast against the pink from his pale digits made him squeeze tighter, just slightly, as he made sure to eye Danny who soon enough broke away to wantonly plead for Vlad to have his way with him already.

“I can’t wait that long, fruitloop.”

“Why not?” Vlad deliberately asked, as he resorted to his cherished pastime of angering Danny. Playing dumb, he longingly fingered the small birthmark that rested near Danny’s crotch, the impossibly smooth skin feeling almost like satin as he peered out into dark eyes of liquid aqua.

“Sheesh, are you really gonna make me say it?” The pliant whine that Danny released as Vlad adjusted his hold to shake their dicks in tandem as he made the tips heatedly collide together while the leftover reside from the lube made them almost glide against each other before separating and becoming joined once more was making him hard again and he had little shame in telling Danny exactly that.

“I’m interested in hearing what sounds you’d make when we copulate.”

While his hands were getting slippery from the lube, he almost wasn’t prepared to hear the next sentence. It was a shame as he was busy smacking their dicks together to see how the other male looked.

“...then fuck me already, Vlad.”

His fingernails lightly scraped against the sensitive cock, Danny moaning as his stomach tightened, an unexplainable surge of arousal made his movements frantic as his thighs appeared to become boneless, and utterly useless as he nearly fell over.

Vlad didn’t think while he shifted his hands to holding Danny upright, his hands full of the other male’s ass as he righted him, with Danny beyond flushed as he rocked back on his partner’s hold, liking how the large palms were at effectively making sure he wouldn’t fall, and that it was Vlad who was making him feel so turned on. 

You’re making us look bad, dude. That thought came slowly, as lazy as a remark as what one would say when noting the weather. Danny didn’t think much of it, at first.

The next one wasn’t as kind, making him swallow as he distantly noticed that his throat was beyond dry, it was parched for whatever reason. What are you, Vlad's bitch? 

“Are you absolutely sure you want this, Daniel?” 

It takes him more time than he cared to admit to realize it’s Vlad speaking to him this time, and the inner thoughts come haunting back to him. He’s never had someone show the slightest bit of interest in him, sexual or otherwise, so having it be Vlad–the guy who’s making him question his sexuality then disregard it two seconds later–makes him hungry to experience anything. 

But that doesn’t make him his bitch…right?

I can tell from that look in your face, you know I’m right. You wanna take it from the ass or you gonna ride him? I guess it’s whatever our precious sugar daddy wants, yeah? 

It’s almost surreal in some sick, twisted way, the power that his mind has on him. His thoughts are all over the place, scattered and hazy and while his body is definitely a willing participant, it’s his mind that’s making him question himself all over again. He’s always wanted to be normal, an inherent yearning to live as a boring teenager just like the other students at Casper High, but-

Oh, please. You think you’re special? I’ll bet he’s fucked a ton of people before you, you know as much as I do that fruitloop is too good for us. 

You’re not special.

Once you guys fuck he’ll probably lose interest, like everyone else you knew. 

“Daniel?” He’s not sure what kind of face he’s making but it seems like Vlad knows, somehow. 

The simple pause as he tries to collect himself, then the grimace once he failed make Vlad inch closer as he palms his ass, the soft skin pliant to his touch as he brings Danny toward him; their mouths impossibly near as Danny takes the plunge and closes the distance, hoping that the static noise would simply die, and with it, his critical thoughts would allow him to hold onto whatever shred of sanity remains. 

“Daniel, are you sure you’re okay?”

Vlad’s worried, as he always seems to be. Danny doesn’t see why, it’s unnecessary and he’s got it under control, really, just-

Remember Paulina in middle school? Back when she had the pigtails, she thought your scooter was cool or whatever but then some older guy comes along and he’s big and strong and rides a motorcycle and all she had left to tell you was, “Get lost, loser. I need a man who can take care of me.”

She needed someone dependable, you were just not worth her time, see?

“I need you, fruitloop,” he pleaded, the needy tone making Vlad pant as their mouths align once more, Danny’s teeth clamping down as he takes it upon himself to suck on Vlad’s lower lip, the velvety texture whole and undamaged, unlike himself.

What about that chick in primary school, the one with the cute chip in her teeth? You and Tucker pined for her everyday through the fifth grade and she chose the soccer player instead. It almost killed you seeing them walking around, holding hands during recess. Remember that? Good times, yeah?

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Why is Vlad making this even harder than it needs to be? Lots of people fuck all the time, right? It doesn’t need to mean anything; romance and silly notions of finding your true love were just in fairy tales, yeah? Danny is far past wanting to live happily ever after, he just wants somebody, anybody to accept him already, like is that too much to ask for?

You wanna be normal? Hahaha, what a joke!

You’re a freak, man. He’s just about to protest when he hears more, the thoughts no longer able to be easily concealed. It’s as if his inner voice finally gets to speak his mind and decides that the best time to do it is when Danny is completely naked and his dick is hard. Vlad probably thinks he’s crazy at this point and he’s not so sure he’d disagree.

Only a freak would have sex with a guy and like it. There’s definitely nothing normal about that.

That’s true enough. If anyone around here found out, he would probably never be able to survive. Gossip and scandalous rumors would surface like wildfire if word ever got out that he was into dudes.

Amity Park is such a backwards city but perhaps he’s even more backwards for fearing what some nosy housewives would say. His parents would definitely disown him if they knew. After all, there’s a reason he’s never told them about being half-ghost. That’s one point for his conscience, then.

You’re a lowlife, a lonely degenerate who has to rely on some cheap ass magazines and his right hand to get any dick action happening.

Okay, two points for his conscience. Dammit, he’s such a loser.

Boo hoo. I guess all I can say is that I’m ashamed to be you. 

He’s ashamed to be himself too, so he doesn’t bother to deny that. Anyway, it’s not like any of that isn’t true, so he accepts it all, trying to ignore the bitter aftertaste that results from having someone talk shit about you.

Enjoy having a sore ass tomorrow, sucker! Hahahahahaha.

 

“...Daniel.”

“Daniel!”

It’s not until Vlad calls out for him that he snaps out of it, his inner voice appearing rather content to sit back and watch the chaos of what he’s unleashed unfold, then probably gloat about it later. Bastard.

Danny prefers convenience in his life, and he’s never been someone to readily talk about his problems. Vlad makes him feel vulnerable and while he’s someone that Danny can’t imagine being with after today, he’s utterly terrified of being judged. It’s a subconscious reaction, but his need to retain some semblance of normal makes him eager to hide whatever issues he might be facing. 

He knows if he lets Vlad in like that, he’ll become just as damned as he is in this urban city and so, he decides to shoulder the burden himself. 

One ghost freak is all Amity Park needs; Vlad is too special to be one too.

“Why the long face, fruitloop,” he’s able to put up a sly grin with relative ease as he turns his attention to the solemn male. They’re impossibly near, personal space nonexistent as he shifts slightly, the older male’s hold on him makes him intoxicated by the allure of defying his inner demon somehow, proving to him that Vlad’s not like that.

You sure about that? You said the same thing about Valerie and look where that turned out for you.

He’s past that, really he is. Valerie was like those other girls but Vlad isn’t like that, right? He wouldn’t treat him like shit, after all he actually likes–

Likes you? He’s just horny, man. He’s just a guy with needs and you’re right there practically begging him to fuck you. Talk about desperate.

“...I’m horny, too.” He’s not sure if he’s saying that to himself or Vlad but the sentiment still stands. Leaning up, he slowly canted his body toward Vlad by gripping his broad shoulders, his dick flopping back down as he turns Vlad’s chin to face him, directly looking into those intense coal blue eyes that seem to know him so well.

Vlad isn’t so readily convinced as he takes the time to tilt his head as he takes Danny in, examining him before he wordlessly acquiesced, abandoning his dominating hold on Danny’s backside to reach down for the condom, fingers frozen as Danny merely takes it from his hand, carelessly ripping the foil wrapper open and extracting it.

The desk is probably not the best place to do it but Danny is persistent in remaining here; he would likely lose his nerve if they relocated anywhere else and he knows that if he tries to do it actually standing he’ll just fall like the klutz he is. “That is, assuming that you still want me.”

“Very much so,” Vlad softly murmured as Danny shakes out the condom before lining it up with his member. The lube makes it slippery though, fingertips repeatedly brushing against his manhood along with whispered curses as the fumbling male expressed his frustration. He has no qualms with closing the distance between them, his breath ghosting over the shell of Danny’s outer ear as he slides down the latex material himself until it’s firmly situated. “I’ve thought about this all day.”

Hearing that, Danny’s eyelids drooped as he shivered at the lustful way Vlad appeared to regard him. Although he felt somewhat awkward at the knowledge that Vlad desired his body for whatever reason, he knew that it was too late to turn back now. That while Vlad might leave him after getting his sexual fill, he did want to have sex at this very moment, consequences be damned. Fuck his inner demon; he didn’t care about any of that bullshit he had just spit out. He was through playing mind games and having someone accept him just once was more than an adequate reason to abandon all of his inhibitions for a few hours of passion. He just hoped that he wouldn’t disappoint Vlad. It was his first time and even he didn’t know if he was ready for the intimacy they were about to partake in.

Taking a deep breath, he hovered above the raised penis as he tried to gather his bearings. He shouldn’t be this nervous, right? He was going to enjoy this and have a good time… losing his virginity shouldn’t be that big of a deal…

Get on with it already, his mind taunted him in that merciless way of his. Can’t keep our dear fruitloop waiting too long, eh?

 

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He couldn’t do this after all. Having his mind watching him and throwing such crude remarks as he went through his existential crisis in the nude was dissolving whatever little courage he had as his breathing got shallower, his skin feeling cold to the touch as he allowed his fear to nearly consume him for good this time, and honestly? He probably would have fainted if it was anyone other than Vlad. 

“Talk to me, Daniel,” the silver-haired male urged as his head felt heavy, his lanky frame rigid as his eyesight became narrower, the small tunnel of light closing in on him as his crippling anxiety made his tongue feel heavy, his usual snarky words he desperately needed to urge out tauntingly remaining out of reach as he brought his palms to quickly swipe his eyes before adopting what he hoped was a suave, effortlessly cool smile when in all actuality it just encouraged Vlad to take the reigns as he reached over to cup the other’s face, peering closely at the intoxicating baby blue shade that both held all the answers yet were tightly locked, hidden in a difficult code that he couldn’t seem to decipher at all. 

Startled, Danny didn’t fight back, allowing his head to solidly rest upon Vlad’s sleek, broad shoulders. He leaned his weight against him like an anchor, needing to reorient himself as he closed his eyes with his arms wound around the other male, crossed at the neck as their bodies closed whatever remaining gap there was. 

It was just Vlad.

He’s got no reason to be this nervous, right?

He groaned as he sheepishly regarded Vlad, “Sorry you had to see that, fruitloop.” Nimble fingers still while rubbing at Danny’s back, Vlad smirked a little. “It’s fine. I knew that you were blinded by my devastatingly handsome face.”

Rolling his eyes, Danny playfully replied. “You caught me.” Still, his eyes lingered on the older male’s profile, knowing that he was only trying to lighten the atmosphere.

“Would it be okay,” he asked, “if you started?” He wanted to ease into it but he couldn’t help recalling how painful his earlier attempt had been. “I was stressed about it being my first time but it’s kind of silly, worrying about that.”

“Because,” he winked at Vlad. “… because if it’s with you, then I know it’ll be special.”

Vlad nodded, his mouth seeking the youthful male who openly reciprocated, their saliva once again mixing as they briefly separated apart for air before he pulled away with a satisfied finality as he gently but insistently used a palm to ease Danny down, nudging the remaining papers underneath his frame once aside more as the surface was now devoid of anything else. Scooting forward until he straddled the other male, Vlad made sure to clarify one thing before starting.

“Daniel, I need you to do something for me,” he started.

Danny sighed impatiently. “Dude, are you serious?”

His unamused expression had Danny retract his minor frustration. “Okay, okay! Take your time. I’ll just be over here,” he gestured where he was lying. “Naked and horny.”

Vlad couldn’t help but snort at that before getting serious again. “I need you to tell me if I’m hurting you. Communication is vital when having sex, and I want this to be rather pleasurable for both of us.” Danny was flushed from hearing that, his eyes widened pretty comically as he squeaked out a barely audible goddamn it, fruitloop before shakily nodding as he looked away, clearly embarrassed over the whole thing.

“Is that a ‘yes, I promise to be honest during sex, dearest?’ or are we going to sit here like this much longer?” Vlad deadpanned with a growl.

“You bet your ass it is,” Danny hotly declared as he angled his slender legs to rest around Vlad’s body, the toes tightening around his middle as he wrapped them firmly in place. “Are you happy now? Because I’m, like, two seconds away from dying of embarrassment so if you don’t mind, Vlad-“

“...c-can we get to the part where you screw my brains out?”

 

“You have to relax, little badger.”

“Now you’re talking crazy, fruitloop.”

“...relaxing means opening your...”

“...don’t you dare say it, I swear to-”

Vlad was losing his patience. Again. “While missionary is the least painful pose for someone experiencing sexual intercourse for the first time, given the tight quarters we are in at the moment means we should really be doing it with you sitting instead–yet unless we can get your anus to relax there is no way to avoid...”

“Pfft.” A childish laugh escaped as Danny tried to remain mature about the whole ordeal. Of course, he failed miserably. “You just said anus, haha.”

“Daniel,” he started.

“I know, okay.” Danny quickly answered after he managed to stop most of his giggles. Leaning back into the admittedly cramped surface of the desk allowed him to reorient his thoughts as he slowly but surely appeared more composed. “I wanna relax, it’s just now you got me all wound up and I don’t wanna make an ass out of myself and I might just be the teensiest, slightly bit nervous.” He stopped rambling just long enough for Vlad to release a small sigh before shrugging as he lined himself up once again to the hole.

“I just can’t believe you said anus...”

“For the love of...Daniel!” Vlad sternly regarded him, his silver hair whipping quickly upward as he leveled a glare at the lanky male who cheekily grinned at him, a wry smile that was soon accompanied with a coy wink as he positioned his elbows to support his weight as he leaned back in an attempt to get more comfortable as Vlad nudged Danny closer to the edge of the desk.

“I was just messing with you that time,” he teased back.

Vlad shook his head, this time with an exasperated endearment as he simply asked, “Are you ready now?”

“Y-Yeah,” he answered back, as ready as could be expected.

With his patience thinned, Vlad took a moment to gather his thoughts, allowing his breathing to even out as he inched closer to the outstretched opening. His fingers loosely clutched his member as he started to ease it in until he heard a somewhat predictable whine of “Hold on. I-I lied!” 

Vlad asked, “Do you need some help?” 

Danny mutely nodded, stomach clenching as he tried not to wince at the added intrusion. 

“Take a couple of deep breaths and try not to clamp your muscles,” Vlad suggested.

The breathing part was easy enough. Inhaling and exhaling allowed his shoulders to feel less tense and he could feel his body reacting well enough. “It’s working, I guess,” he sullenly admitted. “Do you want me to take it out?” Vlad asked as he worriedly examined Danny, taking care not to make any sudden movement as the younger male tried to adjust to this foreign feeling. 

“It feels awkward as hell,” Danny said, “but you can keep going I guess.”

“Daniel...” Vlad warned.

Exhaling, Danny regarded Vlad with a lazy smile. “I got it, fruitloop.”

“Tell me the moment you want to stop,” Vlad added on, as Danny simply gave him a thumbs up with his eyes closed as his elbows shook to remain upright with a content sigh. 

Allowing his body to relax, Vlad slid in a little further as he gauged Danny. While his legs were clenched tight around Vlad, he didn’t utter sounds of discomfort, although his breathing was getting heavier as he groaned once Vlad was about halfway inside. “How do you feel now?” The older male asked as Danny peeked through his slanted eyes, voice a little rough as he urged him. “Go d-deeper,” Danny winced as he expectantly tried to relax his muscles. “I wanna feel all of you, fruitloop.”

“Deeper, huh?” He couldn’t help but to tease him as he pushed in even more, his cock aching to experience more of this divine tightness. “You’re pretty good at taking my dick.” 

“I didn’t figure you for the…d-dirty talk,” Danny panted out as he instinctively angled his thighs wider as Vlad thrust deeper inside his inner wall. He couldn’t help wincing at the awkward angle of having them folded against his frame as his palms pressed against Vlad’s shoulders for support. “That’s pretty hot, man.”

Vlad grinned then. It was a prideful smirk, one that was both lustful and greedy as he tentatively retracted his member only to shallowly thrust it back inside, making sure to go slow and gentle as he gave Danny the time to get used to this new sensation. 

It was rather difficult on his end, having to restrain himself from pounding away at the appetizing sight of the elevated ass as he sunk his dick in deeper to his narrow core.

“I’ve been known to surprise people occasionally.”

The black-haired male tightened as he felt the long member retract only to moan once he felt it enter him more fluidly a second time. He was experiencing some pain but he found that it was abating the longer that they remained engaged in this lewd act, and he wondered when he would leave that part. The pain he could definitely do without, but he was desperate for more pleasure. It was strange how good it felt but his inner demon made sure to voice his feelings on the matter as well.

Good at taking dick, yeah? I’m pretty sure that means you’re a whore. 

Well, well, well. I was wrong about you; you’re not just desperate, you’re a nasty little fuckboy. 

Danny took himself in his hands as a means to distract himself. Gritting his teeth, he savagely stroked himself while Vlad proceeded to rock his hips around as he thrust into him, his moans apparently such sweet euphoria for both Vlad and his thoughts until the menacing voice inside his head stopped his cackling, the absence of sound in his head jarring as he just as abruptly released his dick from the confines of his flexed digits.

Ohhh. Don’t mind me, I’ll just shut up and enjoy the show. Remind your sugar daddy to use extra lube so you both can have a long, steamy night!

Later, homo. 

“Little badger, we need more room.”

“...huh?” The other male was unable to focus, Vlad’s words being utterly incoherent as he struggled to remain engaged, his demon once again effectively causing him to lose his composure as he stared at his companion, dully noting how focused Vlad was; silver eyebrows drew together as his mouth was in a set line although Danny found himself intoxicated with the beads of sweat that were slowly trailing down his cheeks, his square jaw well-defined as he grunted, the sound making him appear rather attractive as he finally vocalized his desires. 

Danny was, for all intent and purposes, totally checking out Vlad Masters.

Slowing down, Vlad carefully started to draw back until Danny childishly held on, his need for stimulation allowing him to push back against the organ as it entrapped him, letting his leg muscles nearly spasm at the unconventional angle he was in.

“Don’t leave me, fruitloop,” he found himself begging, his pride long since abandoned as he spread his socked feet out, jagged, irregular breaths of air as he liked how the different position allowed for Vlad to delve in even deeper, his toes curled as he tried to remain as quiet as possible. His body had other plans, apparently, as Vlad increased his pace even more, having no qualms with mounting Danny in place before he spoke, the soft sound needlessly alluring as he simply explained, “I want to try something with you. Are you opposed to a little manhandling, Daniel?” 

Breathing heavily, Danny doesn’t even bother to question Vlad, wordlessly acquiescing as he shudders slightly, his brain temporarily shut down as he simply allowed him to separate. Vlad’s roughened hands felt deliciously smooth as he grabbed his ass, although he soon needed to voice his displeasure as the taller male decided it was a smart idea to lift him up while his dick was still inside!

His thighs nearly gave out as he tried keeping them wrapped around Vlad, who seemed to have no shame in squeezing the round spheres as they maintained balance, Vlad grabbing him by the hips, his manhood throbbing inside as they changed their location. 

Each sudden turn caused Danny’s sense of balance to nearly topple over as his elbows trembled warningly before slamming down on the wood as Vlad finally lowered him, palms achingly tight as he arranged Danny’s legs to rest against his shoulders, his cock throbbing against familiar warmth, tighter each time he entered the younger halfa; he mercilessly refused to allow Danny to catch up.

“...you’re killing me, dickhead,” he angrily rasped out once he barely caught his bearings as Vlad pounded inside as he set Danny down, deliberately keeping his thighs further apart. The desk was plain-looking and uncomfortable enough as Danny attempted to look disgruntled as he remained elevated; a nearly impossible feat as Vlad’s cock slid in all the way, his balls firmly pressed against the outside of Danny’s opening.

Vlad’s dick is so hot…

Sweat sluggishly trailed down his back, but all Danny was anxious about was whether Vlad could hear how fast his heart was pounding. His reddened ears were racing at the feeling of being filled, then emptied. 

It was almost as if Vlad was the missing puzzle piece–he never felt so whole before.

“Lemme catch my breath, Vlad,” he panted out as he crossed his legs around Vlad’s neck, inwardly worried about how long his knees would stay up; if he wasn’t careful, Vlad would make him fall at his feet.

Danny never wanted to be at someone’s mercy–especially if it was someone as arrogantly selfish as the man who always made his life as a ghost hunter a living hell.

 

“...I like it when you beg, Daniel,” Vlad silkily intoned, angling his cock as he attempted to locate the younger male’s vital spot. “Don’t hold back on my account.”

It shouldn’t have felt this achingly good; ramming his manhood inside the body of a mere child who barely started his adolescence. Who was more boy than man. 

Who hadn’t yet developed the slightest bit of facial hair or muscles. 

Who should’ve been more concerned with passing high school with those mediocre grades of his. 

Who, up until today, was an untouched virgin before selflessly offering himself up like an innocent lamb to be slaughtered by the big, bad wolf.

Daniel always had a rather slender and almost petite physique, yet his rounded, baby face merely served to confirm how young the boy really was. 

What would Maddie think if she knew that someone as old as Vlad had coerced her precious son into performing sexual favors and defiled him without the slightest bit of shame or hesitation? 

Jack would never forgive him if he knew, but his opinion was irrelevant as far as he was concerned. 

Vlad Master considered himself many things–but he had never considered himself a sexual deviant in the slightest. He had an impervious mastery of his self-control. Always had. 

He had prided himself on holding back when it mattered most, namely in concealing his spectral identity and doing all he could to further increase his assets and wealth. He wasn’t named “Man of the Year” by Fortunate Magazine in 1997 merely based on something as superfluous as merit–he had fought tooth and nail after being crippled in the hospital for years following that dreadful accident, courtesy of Jack Fenton. 

His pride and insatiable greed and sizable arrogance led to a rather pompous, self-important attitude around anyone who cared to be around him longer than five minutes. He was no stranger to his faults as a man, but never before had he been offered such sweet tasting fruit–perhaps he had allowed his control to falter this time. Only once, and all because of this little badger.

It was rather absurd how easily Daniel managed to get under his skin; this wasn’t the first time and, as luck would have it, it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

There were all sorts of nasty words to describe this debauched sort of behavior of his. Pedophile, groomer, cradle robber–cough, rapist. Sure, Daniel had somehow deluded himself into believing he had any say over the matter, but the truth was, Vlad was the adult here. 

He could go to prison for this, and it would be well-deserved; he was far worse than the average sex offender. He deserved to rot in a cell for all of his transgressions. Why, you might ask? 

He had ruthlessly and cruelly stolen Daniel’s innocence. 

Daniel was simply far too young to consent or have any say in the matter.

A forty-two-year-old man fucking a fourteen-year-old teenage boy wasn’t a basic matter of societal deviancy–it was degeneracy at its finest. 

That’s it. Done. Finito. The ship has sailed, and with it, the wolf has senselessly devoured the little Red Riding Hood. All that remains is to await the righteous hunter to restore order to the land and behead him in one fell swoop. Though, if he had any say in the matter, he’d much prefer something less needlessly barbaric than an axe. Cleanly scissored with a medical scalpel, precisely cut into orderly, neat slices before being ruthlessly chucked into the ghost zone. 

No going back or retrieving the little badger’s virtue.

What in the name of butter biscuits was he doing here?

Better yet– why on cheese puffs had Daniel decided to trust himself with something as precious as this?

He wasn’t behaving rationally, or maturely, or even calculating any of the risks associated with engaging in nonconsensual fornication with Daniel at his beck and call. 

The most dangerous behavior of all…

Was that he wasn’t concerned in the slightest over the consequences.

 

Daniel was a willing enough participant, and there was a lethal thrill that he experienced whenever he sank his member inside of the young male. He had little qualms with being the one to corrupt the boy. 

Just as the serpent introduced the apple of knowledge to Eve, it was his selfish desires that tainted the lad, his wings now made of feathers and wax as he fell from getting too close to the sun.

He had always wanted to mentor Daniel; the boy was just so malleable, his stubbornness merely a minor setback as he trusted far too easily. He was far too impressionable–though not at all gullible. No, the younger halfa always did manage to see right through him and foil his nefarious schemes. 

Vlad wondered if Danny would plummet and drown in the sea as Icarus once had; or would he rise again, as resilient and stubborn as always?

All he knew was that the younger halfa was his weak point, the chink of armor that Vlad had carelessly not accounted for. It was easy to mock Achilles, whose heel had shattered and resulted in his untimely downfall, but now that Vlad was in his place–did he even have the gall to judge anyone as he meticulously clipped Daniel’s wings?

He’s faced numerous attempts of slander by his business competitors over the years. Their envy and bitterness over his wit and cleverness leading for him to fling various insults over his character; a narcissist and a master manipulator, a smug bachelor who overcompensated for his exceedingly lavish lifestyle to conceal the fact that he was an entitled dick who would die alone and woefully unloved.

Ah, nothing like a good dose of jealousy to remind him of the reality he’s lived in for decades.

 

“–um, fruitloop?”

It wasn’t until he felt the slick release that Vlad looked down, the slope of his eyebrows rather pointed as he callously stated, “Were you saying something, Daniel?”

Danny appeared spent as he toppled forward, causing Vlad to sharply exhale as he smoothly separated himself, distantly noting the slippery feel of the condom crinkling as Danny tightened at the loss of contact as their skin separated. Vlad wondered why he felt like he had lost something critical, remorseful of the absence of physical contact. 

Why did his heart stutter at the thought of Daniel leaving him?

Oh, who was he kidding? This was absurd. Daniel meant nothing to him. He was unattainable to him as a son, student, or–shudder–lover. 

So, why not savor this moment to the fullest? All he did was take, take, take–wealth, fame, and eventually Maddie; it was embedded into his veins to forcefully seize whatever he desired in life, and this was no different. Daniel was no different.

Daniel wouldn’t make him happy, and he’s long since given up the notion of anything filling the void in his sorry excuse of a heart.

 

Nose wrinkling in disgust at the spent condom, Vlad tossed it aside before gripping Danny’s hips to flip their positions. A startled yelp escaped Danny’s lips, but there was no way to predict the forceful way that Vlad threw him face down onto the desk. Blinking in utter confusion, it took Danny a moment before he realized that Vlad had positioned himself on top of Danny. Their hips felt so familiar once they aligned as they desperately grinded together once more.

It was rather annoying how easily Vlad was able to lift him–almost as if he was as delicate as a doll instead of a teenage guy.

“You don’t have to be so delicate with me,” he spat out instead, although his gaze remained affixed on the curtains that fluttered slightly as the air conditioner faintly hummed in the background. How that fruitloop enjoyed working in a practical freezer was beyond him, damn it. “I’m tougher than I look.”

Danny’s breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. He let himself sink into the embrace as Vlad’s hands flattened against his spine. He didn’t pause as he drew them closer.

“There’s no need to feign it, Daniel,” Vlad huskily murmured as the unconcealed muscles around his torso allowed him to lean forward and smoothly glide his cock to rest on the dip of the ivory skin around the puckered hole. “We both know how sensitive you are; I’d never forgive myself if I broke you.”

Just seeing Danny spread out on his desk made his body all the more eager.

The head already leaked the beginnings of semen as droplets stained the oak desk; wrapping his palms against Danny’s narrow hips, his fingers gripped the boy before ramming inside in one swoop, his pace relentless as he pounded each time, falling into ecstasy each time he sank into Danny’s body. 

“There’s no way that you could break me.” Danny huffed out, bottom lip jutted as tried not to sulk before his eyes widened at the second part of that insult. “...I’m not sensitive, you ass.”

Danny arched his back, his breath quivering as his arms attempted to remain upright as Vlad clutched him almost painfully. This was beyond anything they had done before.

It was too much and not enough, for each time that Vlad snapped his hips, he delved in deeper, each angle caused him to practically melt as he shivered. It was a struggle to remain in this position; his arms and legs were starting to shake at having to remain upright. He likely wouldn’t last much longer at this rate unless Vlad slowed down, but no way was he going to admit that.

This clearly wasn’t Vlad’s first time; he was definitely experienced and knowing that he was engaging in something so intimate with his archenemy caused Danny to flush, his cheeks beyond reddened as he panted with each thrust as he rolled his hips.

Danny refused to admit how good it felt to have someone inside of him, his walls insatiable as he tightened each time that Vlad thrusted inside; the slight burn of having something so massive repeatedly entering him caused his tongue to loll out as he shallowly panted, his mouth parted as he demanded for Vlad to go harder, stop treating me like a kid.

“Calm down, Daniel,” he hissed out as he snapped his hips, a cruel smirk surfacing at the sight of Daniel trembling under his body, stomach completely perpendicular as his palms pressed against narrow hips, coal blue eyes greedily filing the delicious image of the teenager’s arched back as he sank into him with every thrust, Daniel’s ass elevated so perfect for him to claim, the sounds of skin repeatedly slapping amplified by the smaller space as they moved together with an intensity that was almost primal.

“As the newly appointed mayor, I own everything in Amity Park,” rolling his hips, Vlad lowly uttered, “even you, Daniel.” 

Gaze lowered, a throaty laugh escaped him as he proceeded to taunt the helpless male; practically preening at having Danny at his mercy like this. “Do you realize why I wanted you like this?” 

He took his time with answering, all too-aware of how cruel his next words would sound with regards to Danny. Groaning at the slick pressure as he buried himself to the hilt, balls pressed against the teenager’s asscheeks, Vlad rearranged his posture, fingers positioned against his weeping member as he slid out, expertly leaving the head inside as his fingers wrapped around the smaller male’s throat from behind, allowing his teeth to sink inside of the curve where slight shoulders met neck.

“I could be honest and say the plethora of lonely nights caused my carnal desires to surface in a rare display of desperation.” Vlad thrust once more, shallower than before, Danny’s soft growls merely spurring him on as his tone grew lethal, lips lightly caressing the other halfa’s bare back as his grip tightened around his throat, tongue lapping at the abused skin as he wondered how Danny would ever explain the likely hickey that was to develop to his two lackeys. 

Snickering to himself, he could also imagine the look on dear Samantha’s face as she realized that her precious crush had been so thoroughly debauched from his middle-aged yet devastatingly handsome nemesis. 

Vlad didn’t bother to entertain the notion of the techno geek; he held no sway over Daniel, so there was little to be gained from his reaction on the matter… unlike the prissy goth companion.

“–I could also mention how absolutely dismayed I was at the thought of Maddie always spurring my affections left me rather bitter and eager to take whatever belonged to her; even her scrawny excuse of a son.” Clenching tight, his dick seemed perfectly content with being engulfed in this tight heat as it effortlessly settled as Vlad took a moment to gather his bearings, mercilessly splaying his spare hand across Danny’s lower back to bring him closer as he neared the end of his limit. 

Vlad deliberately palmed Danny’s cock as he resumed, his larger frame towering over Danny as he tugged at the sensitive organ, his thumb almost tenderly caressing it as he swirled the head like he did earlier.

“Better yet–this could all be a farce in a diabolical scheme to achieve my ultimate revenge on your bumbling lowlife of a father. After all,” his palms slipped back to hold Danny’s hips in place as he roughly entered the quivering mess otherwise known as Daniel, relentlessly pounding into the lad as his cock began spasming, the telltale sign he was about to ejaculate. 

“Couldn’t you just imagine the look on Jack Fenton’s pathetic face once he finds out that I bedded his only son–likely ruining and possibly corrupting the trajectory of his life permanently as Jack had once done to me? That this all could have been avoided if he had just–oh, I don’t know–actually done his job instead of seducing the love of my life? What do you think of that, Daniel?”

“–c-can’t fucking breathe, fruitloop.”

“You don’t need to lie, Daniel. It’s unbecoming.”

“...are you kidding me? Stop choking me, you piece of ecto sh–”

A quiet, almost sheepish chortle escaped him as he came to the realization that in the midst of his nefarious monologue, his digits had tightened around poor Daniel’s neck. “Lo and behold, you have proven me wrong, Daniel.” Drawing out his words menacingly, he released the boy immediately, ashamedly eyeing the faint red mark encircling the narrow throat. And so, he appropriately uttered the first words that he could muster. 

“Oh, peach cobbler.”

–

Huffing indignantly at the insanity that constituted Vlad Masters, Danny absently rubbed at his neck. A small wince escaped him as he sarcastically regarded the man who was still fucking inside of him.

“Um, yeah. Can we get back to whatever it is we were doing?” Sharply exhaling, he self-deprecatingly tried to lighten the mood. “And it’d be great if you quit it with the lies. I frankly don’t care to know why you chose to do something like this with me of all people.” 

A shaky chuckle escaped him as he softly admitted, “You’re not as bad as you think you are, fruitloop.”

 

Oh, fudge buckets. 

Vlad was impressed. By Daniel, as ludicrous of a possibility as that was. 

Silver hair now gleaming, whether from the heady perspiration that coated both of their bodies as they joined together as one for just one night, or from his organic deep conditioner that he recently started using, Vlad allowed the ribbon that had held his hair back to float down as he clutched Daniel closer, offhandedly perplexed at the way his heart squeezed almost in anticipation as he resumed to enter the teenage male.

Vlad’s eyes trailed almost possessively at the narrow contours of Danny’s shoulder blades, gaze darkening at the way the younger halfa bit his lips in a futile attempt to hold back another moan, his teeth curved almost menacingly as he flashed that familiar smirk at seeing how Danny was practically ectoplasmic goo in his hands. 

Even he wasn’t certain why he slowed down, his cock languidly encircling Danny before retracting; the tip puckered rather expectantly as he guided himself back inside, angling his hips to curve into Danny’s inner walls, his touch far more affectionate than even he was anticipating. 

“On the contrary. I am far worse than you could possibly imagine.”

Vlad’s hand cupped Danny’s hips, thumb tracing the hipbones, a gesture tender yet restrained.

“You have no idea how easily I could ruin you, little badger.”

Danny’s muscles clenched into the touch, eyes locked. “Then let’s stop fighting it,” he whispered. “As petty and downright toxic as you are, you’ve never been able to actually harm me.”

Elbows weakened, Danny allowed himself to grip the edge of the desk as he panted rather heavily. Damn that man and his ability to make him powerless. Although, did he really mind? A dark part of his mind was all too eager to pretend that the chilling sound of Vlad’s voice didn’t send shivers down his spine.  

There was something so devastating about realizing how turned on he was whenever he felt that low growl that Vlad made, the power and rawness of his words making him eager to be here, if it meant listening to that menacing voice as they continued this power play. 

A small chuckle escaped Danny at the realization of him maybe not hating this man as much as he thought he had. Would those feelings fade away once he left the older halfa?

His heart fell at the idea of never getting to experience this intimacy again with Vlad.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he hastily added, his stomach squeezing at the fullness of having Vlad sometimes linger inside of him before increasing his pace, pounding him with an intensity that almost felt cruel yet teasing; Vlad always did like to provoke him whenever they had crossed paths.

“–you’ve never failed at tearing me down and belittling me. And you’re downright obsessive about my mom, so that’s always bothered me. But, there’s something about you that makes me not worried that you wanted me like this. Whatever your reasons were, you still chose me.”

Swallowing at the awkwardness of admitting this, Danny softly confessed, “As selfish as it sounds, it’s always been reassuring knowing there’s another halfa out there like me. Makes me feel less alone.”

Rocking his hips, Vlad didn’t slow down for long, that brief pause meaning nothing substantial. It’s not like Danny meant anything to him, right? It’s not like he actually cared what some bratty adolescent had to say.

Except it’s Daniel, and he’s never been able to think rationally when it comes to Daniel.

“My life feels like one of those idiotic swan napkins. You probably have no idea what those are, so I suppose I’ll enlighten you.”

A rare smile wove itself onto Vlad’s features as he tightened around the boy, his cock twitching as he eased himself out before slamming inside, his frantic thrusts at odds with the smooth, even cadence of his voice as he practically bared his soul to the younger halfa.

“They’re used in dinner parties and formal occasions. As an industrialist, I’ve seen one almost every time I’ve had to discuss business in any capacity. Each time, it reminds me of myself. It’s rigid, all those tight folds and sharp edges. And while people admire it, it takes so much work. And it’s goddamn exhausting. Being a billionaire is exhausting, and the higher up you go, the more ass-kissing you’ve got to endure. It’s all pretentious without the slightest hint of sincerity.”

Distantly eyeing the droplets of sweat that fell from his chin onto Daniel’s back, he ruefully added, “You are nothing like those ridiculous napkins, Daniel.” 

“...as a C minus student, you’re gonna have to dumb down the analogy for me, fruitloop,” Danny gasped as he hotly panted at the new angle, his knees doing their best to remain upright as he trembled against Vlad.

His face was flushed, Vlad knew. Whether from the physical stimulation or the fact that it was Daniel he was sinking into repeatedly made him let down his walls enough to utter, “Being around you makes this pathetic excuse of a bachelor’s life far more bearable. With you–every moment feels a little lighter and enjoyable. You make me relish being a halfa simply because it’s something that we share.”

Easing himself out gingerly, his dick twitched in near frustration. Coal blue eyes appeared entranced at the now reddened hole, fingernails pressed against the skin before massaging the irritated organ as he gently slid his index finger inside Danny’s clamped walls almost in apology before enveloping his swollen cock back to the familiar heat with a satisfied groan.

“You’re more special to me than you realize, you know.” 

Even he was surprised at his confession.

Shaking his head, he candidly continued. “You’ve unapologetically always been yourself. As sincere and deceptively sweet and sensitive as you are, don’t deny it, Daniel, you are sensitive.” 

Trailing a finger against the other’s spine, he coyly remarked, “Snarky at times, yes, but it’s almost charming how easily riled up you become whenever I manage to push those buttons of yours.”

Enjoying the heady rush of pleasure as his dick spasmed, the sensation of his heartbeat erratically sounding in his ear caused him to throatily admit, “It’s almost maddening how much power you have over me and you don’t even realize it.”

“...says the one who’s repeatedly stabbing me inside, but whatever.”

Always with the witty quips, that Daniel. 

Why was he almost fond of the sound of Daniel’s voice? 

Grunting at the pulsing feelings as his muscles contracted around the base, he increased his pace once more, hissing at the heat that never failed to envelop him and tighten almost painfully. Did Daniel even realize that doing so was making him that much closer to climaxing?

“...it looks like our time is running out, little badger,” he suavely murmured, inwardly wondering why he cared whether Danny was in pain; this wasn’t normal for him in the slightest. He’s always considered his needs over others, yet somehow he worried about the possibility of the younger halfa judging him after they went their separate ways. 

“I purposefully didn’t wear protection because I wanted to mark you as mine.” A jaunty, breathy chuckle escaped him as he self-consciously added, “Not one of my finer moments, I’ll admit.”

“I kinda like it like this, anyways,” Danny casually assured him, his walls curling in an attempt to prolong this feeling. No wonder all the popular kids at Casper High were talking about it. Sex was really…nice.

Feeling a cock sliding inside of him was almost as exciting as the reality of Vlad being the one who was so deeply affixed to making him feel so good. Danny found that while he liked the slower pace initially as the older halfa left his–ahem, thing–inside to allow Danny to adjust to the foreign feeling, feeling the shallow pumps soon increasing in speed as he relentlessly banged away with little regard for how much pain Danny was experiencing made the teenage male that much more eager to relinquish control.

Just for one night. It was all harmless, really.

Was it stupid of him to allow Vlad to be in charge? No, he clearly knew what he was doing.

(…Was he even stupider for somehow liking the idea of Vlad being the one to ruin him?)

It was almost mortifying how anxious he got whenever Vlad pulled out; the feeling of being filled by that massive dick was something that Danny didn’t know he needed before today.

Perhaps Dash wasn’t as much of a horndog as he had assumed. He could vividly recall the shame he had experienced whenever Dash turned to him in the locker room after PE classes, those mocking blue eyes on him as he snidely asked whether ‘Fenturd had ever experienced something like that with that loser goth friend of his’ as he clowned around and jeered with his fellow teammates on the football team before grabbing him and wedgie-trapping him in a locker.

Still, how much of it came from the act and how much of it came from the person inside of him?

 

Oh, shit. What would Sam and Tucker think if they knew about this–

Why was he thinking about shit like this right now? 

He’s not in the mood to let his low self-esteem ruin this moment.

“It makes this feel more personal,” he added, light blue eyes narrowed as he casually remarked, “Closer, even. The latex felt really weird when I tried putting it on you earlier.”

Vlad snorted. “Condoms are used to prevent sexual diseases from being transmitted between bodies. For as naive as you are, Daniel, you could very well have an STD simply because of my selfishness to forgo wearing one.”

Danny swallowed, his throat dry. “Seeing as you’ve never stopped mooning over my freaking mom, I think your days as a lonely bachelor will be just fine, fruitloop,” he said, aiming for defiance but landing closer to a satisfied assurance. “You wouldn’t do that to me.”

Vlad’s grin was wicked, but a flicker of something softer crossed his eyes–something almost vulnerable. “Maybe I’ve moved on,” he answered, his voice dropping to a low intimate murmur as he leaned closer, lips on Danny’s ear. “Or maybe I’ve found someone who makes me feel something other than a bitter longing for a woman who was never meant to be mine.”

Almost laughing at the sullen expression that adorned the smaller male’s face, he casually reassured Danny. “Stop sulking, Daniel. The fact that you never even doubted me is almost touching. How you manage to see right through me each time is nothing short of infuriating.”

Danny’s face burned, his black tousled hair falling into his eyes as he ducked his head. “I’m not sulking,” he lied, leaning his elbows folded against the cool surface of the desk as he pushed his hips back against Vlad enveloping him. His breath hitched as he attempted to hide the tremor in his hands. “And if you’re so curious, maybe you should find a hobby that doesn’t involve making me squirm.”

“Squirm?” Vlad pressed closer, his hand resting on the desk beside Danny, caging him against the oak. “I haven’t even started, little badger.” His voice was a low rumble, and Danny felt the heat of his proximity, the faint brush of his palms against his thigh as he pulled him closer while thrusting. “But you’re nervous. First time in the mayor’s office after hours?”

Danny’s laugh was shaky, his hands gripping the desk’s edge for stability, the wood cool under his fingers. “First time anywhere near someone like you,” he admitted, the words slipping out before he could stop them. He cringed, expecting Vlad to pounce with a mocking retort, but the mayor’s expression softened, his long greying hair catching the light as he tilted his head.

“Good,” Vlad said quietly, his fingers brushing a strand of Danny’s black hair from his forehead as he neared his end. “Means I get to be the one to show you how this works.”

Danny’s eyes widened, his heart thudding so loudly he was sure Vlad could hear it. “Show me…what, exactly?” he managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Vlad’s smile was slow, deliberate, his thumb tracing the line of Danny’s hipbone as he rocked his hips to elongate the fullness of Danny’s core. “The end of our night,” he murmured, his hand lingering at Danny’s temple. “But can we really call it blackmailing if you practically begged me for this? And face it, Daniel, you were just as much of an active participant as I in this entanglement of sorts.”

Danny’s mouth opened, then closed, his mind scrambling for a quip to deflect the intensity. “You’re awfully sure of yourself,” he said, but his voice was breathless, betraying him. “What if I say no just to mess with you?”

“Then I’d call you a liar,” Vlad replied, his thumb brushing Danny’s lower lip, sending a jolt through him. “Your body gives you away, Danny. It’s been giving you away ever since you spread your legs and allowed me to have my way with you tonight.”

Danny wanted to argue, to throw out another barb, but Vlad’s touch was unraveling him, steady and sure. He felt the desk press harder against his hips as Vlad guided him back, one hand on his waist, the other clenched around his ass as he rammed inside without a warning. “Relax,” Vlad murmured, his voice a soothing counterpoint to the teasing. “You’re thinking too much again.”

“Hard not to when you’re…doing that,” Danny said, his hands finding a small yellow trophy, a soft snicker falling at the realization of it being a Packer’s helmet. The trophy grounded him as he clutched it tightly, the reassurance of it being Vlad’s all the more reason to hold it as he unraveled. “You’re not exactly making it easy to focus.”

“That’s the point, my dear boy,” Vlad said, his lips brushing Danny’s ear, eliciting a soft gasp. “Focus on me. Not the desk, not the trophy, not your little friends. Just me.”

Danny nodded, his bravado crumbling under Vlad’s gaze. “I…I don’t know what I’m feeling,” he admitted, his voice small but honest. “I’ve never…”

“I know,” Vlad said, his tone gentle now, all traces of mockery gone. He pulled back just enough to meet Danny’s eyes, his hand steady on his waist as he paused. “We’ll go slow. You trust me, don’t you?”

Danny managed a smirk, though his heart was pounding. “...barely. You’re still the guy who shorted out my powers with that stupid Plasmius Maximus in another crazy attempt to woo my mom.” Rolling his eyes, he snarkily added, “There’s also the creepy clones you made of me that one time–yikes. And let’s not forget about those ridiculous uniforms you’re making us wear at school–”

Vlad laughed, the sound warm and genuine, easing the tension in Danny’s chest. “Fair point,” he said, guiding Danny to sit fully on the desk, the wood creaking under his weight. Papers crinkled, and Danny winced, but Vlad’s hand on his inner thigh kept him grounded. “Although I will add that you looked rather dashing in that uniform. Those dreadfully baggy clothes of yours don’t do your figure justice.”

The intimacy deepened as Vlad’s hands grew more deliberate, guiding Danny with a patience that belied his earlier teasing. Their banter faded into softer exchanges as Danny urged Vlad to go deeper in that one particular spot, punctuated by breathless laughs and murmured reassurances as Vlad slowed down anytime Danny voiced his discomfort. 

Vlad’s long greying hair brushed Danny’s back as he leaned in, his lips finding the shoulder juncture he had marked earlier in a kiss that was soft at first, testing, then deepening as Danny melted into it, his hands curling against the oak as he begged Vlad for more. The desk creaked again as Vlad pressed closer, his guidance steady, his touches grounding as he nearly lost himself of the feeling of Danny in his arms.

“Stop overthinking,” Vlad muttered against his ear, pulling back to add more lube as he carefully slicked up his cock before sinking in once again, gasping at how sensitive it felt in his palms. His member was already leaking, a faint trail of semen that would likely spill over any minute now. “You’re not fighting any ghosts here tonight.”

“Easy for you to say,” Danny shot back, breathless as he did his best to not pass out from the surge of arousal that made everything both too much and not enough. “You’re not the one risking a soreness in…sensitive places.”

Vlad snorted, his hand sliding up Danny’s spine, encouraging him to relax. “Focus on me, Daniel. I’ve got you.” His voice dropped, softer now, as he guided his hands to the younger halfa’s cock, letting him feel the steady rhythm of thrusts as he stroked him to completion. “See? Not so scary.”

Danny’s fingers uncurled as he jerked his hips, his nerves easing under Vlad’s calm confidence. 

“I kinda–um, wanna try to do it together,” he confessed as he felt the familiar feeling of Vlad touching him down there. His dick was now throbbing almost painfully as Vlad’s fingers encircled it before stroking it, top to bottom, thumb precariously caressing the slit as if he knew exactly how Danny liked it.

Knowing Vlad, he likely knew how to do it better than Danny ever could.

It was almost concerning how well Vlad seemed to know what he wanted. Wasn’t this their first time ever engaging in something this intimate together?

Was the billionaire really that attuned to Danny–and if so, why? 

“Wait for me, Daniel,” Vlad grunted as he chased the elusive feeling of Daniel spasming in his palms, long digits dipping to flex against the slippery organ. 

Their movements grew more synchronized, Vlad’s guidance patient, his touches a balance of authority and care as he unsurprisingly brought Danny to his knees as he ejaculated in an embarrassingly short time. 

“...not fair,” he whined with a plaintive groan, his body now uncharacteristically pliant as he felt Vlad flex inside of him as he penetrated him now without pause, each thrust coming sooner at an alarming rate. 

A low chuckle sounded behind him as Vlad blithely stated, “It’s almost adorable how much you thought you could last that long.”

The world narrowed to the warmth of their shared breath, the creak of the desk, and the unspoken trust weaving between them as Danny’s eyelids felt increasingly heavy all of a sudden. Each moment was a careful dance, Vlad leading with an intensity that never failed to take his breath away, Danny following with tentative trust, their usual banter a thread that kept them tethered even as the intensity grew between his legs.

-

As the moment unfolded, Danny’s initial nervousness gave way to a quiet contentment as he spread out on the desk, propping his elbows as a makeshift pillow as he closed his eyes, a small wince uttered at the immediate soreness of his lower half, the desk beneath him a solid anchor in the whirlwind of sensation. Vlad’s greying hair now loose, framing his face as he murmured encouragement, his voice a steady presence. 

“Whatever am I going to do with you, little badger,” he teased softly, his lips brushing Danny’s temple as he cautiously eased himself out before lifting Danny, the limp organ now sated at it leaked, splotches of creamy liquid that coated the desk as he pressed his finger on the filled anus. 

“Only you would pass out after I had my way with you.”

Curling his finger as he eased his finger inside, he callously said, “I could take the mature route and be delighted you would feel comfortable enough around me to let down your guard. Or I could simply be petty and gloat about how low your stamina must be to pass out from some harmless sexual intercourse.”

Danny felt himself slipping, his mind eager to slip into unconsciousness after such an extenuating activity. He laughed, the sound shaky but genuine. “Hey, I’m trying here, asshole,” he managed, his hands tightening on Vlad’s shoulders. The intimacy was overwhelming yet grounding, a collision of two halfas—that left Danny breathless but safe as he passed out in Vlad’s arms.

 

Drowsy eyes lazily eased open as he curled up, a sleepy yawn soon escaping him as he stretched on the familiar mattress in his room at FentonWorks. Brows furrowing at the steady pain that was immediately surfacing as his senses caught up to him, Danny wordlessly threw aside his astronaut-themed comforter and Neil Armstrong quoted pillow as he stared in disbelief at the sight of himself.

Clothes? His NASA shirt was practically a second skin as he internally sweated, brain frantically attempting to remember whether he had actually dreamed it up entirely. His pajama bottoms felt almost constricting as he absently glanced at his dick through the material, the tell-tale sign of a small bulge alerting him to his familiar morning wood. Shit, so not the time.

Cleaned? Dashing almost foolishly to his bathroom, he hurriedly undressed himself, deliberately leaving his boxer-briefs on, wondering whether he’d find the earlier semen still inside of him from his–um, private moment–with the mayor. 

Well, uh… Other than the hideously massive hickey near his neck in addition to the faint red mark around his neck, there were also the plethora of bruises, dark marks against his hipbones and thighs and even stomach, a curious poke confirming that they were, indeed, actually there. But no fruitloop semen, huh? Interesting…

Masters-less. Self-explanatory, although no less disappointing. Stupid of him to hope for anything substantial than a one-night stand with the bastard.

Huffing at the unfairness of it all as he shoved his arms through his sleeves, he was about two seconds away from crawling back to mope in his bed for the next couple hours until he was forced to go to the prison cell of a school known as Casper High when a small slip of paper caught his eye.

Light blue hues widened in disbelief as he sprinted back to his desk, shaky fingers immediately snatching up the note as he quickly scanned the contents, his stomach tightening in anticipation as he wondered how likely it was that his mom would fall for him faking an illness to skip school.

 

_____________________________________

You still owe me a blowjob, Daniel.

608-868-1212

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Danny had to squint to read the smaller cursive.

 

Ps. Wear a suit. 

Notes:

Decided to reupload the completed story in all its glory since ao3 is a stupidface for not changing the update date for an existing story. ...yeah, I could just make a new chapter but I kinda wanted it to be one doc.

Without further ado, enjoy! Hopefully those that bookmarked the old one can find it.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of vlad writes sins not tragedies