Restless - Ch. 7

Danny was flying through the Ghost Zone. Sam and Tucker had left him to go and find Clockwork on his own - after a not so long argument in which Danny had lied and told his friends that the Spectre Speeder was broken. Landing outside Clockworks Tower he rested his hand on the door, pausing and furrowing his brow. Why was he here? He didn't need to be here. He could have just hung about in his house. Or even just in the Ghost Zone. Dorathea wasn't so bad as long as she wasn't annoyed. He could have visited her for a few hours.

But he was here now. There was no point in just going home. The teen didn't know what it was exactly, but he wanted to see Dark. He let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding and pushed the door open. It didn't take long for Danny to see that the place had been redecorated. The stones on the floor were black, and there was a thick crimson carpet on the floor. Dark was sitting on a black leather couch that had a few red cushions decorating it. The evil ghost was watching a documentary about natural disasters on a flat screen tv. Danny snorted. It figured Dark would watch something like that. Something that had plenty of misery and innocent people suffering in.

Dark twisted his head around 180 degrees to see Danny standing at the door. 'Oh, come in Danny-boy, it's just getting to the best part,' he commented, waving the halfa over, his head returning to its original position.

' ... You know, you should really see a chiropractor about your neck, it can't be normal for it to be that flexible,' Danny replied, sitting down as far away from Dark as he could.

'Oh, you should see how flexible I can be,' Dark smirked, reaching out and pulling Danny into his side, while the teen just squeaked almost inaudibly at the closeness of the situation, a heavy blush staining his cheeks. The pair sat in silence for a while, Dark engrossed with the program, Danny just trying to calm his heart which felt like it was racing at 200 beats a minute.

As the program finished Dark glanced down at Danny, who still had a heavy pink hue on his cheeks. It was moments like this that made the whole 'not-killing-Danny' thing worthwhile. The flame-haired ghost licked his lips as he thought about the shade Danny would turn when he got the halfa into bed. Now that would be fun.

'So,' Dark purred, feeling the teen curled at his side jump slightly at the sudden noise. 'Did you come here just to spend time with me, or did you need me for something?' Dark asked, knowing full well that Danny had to hide out somewhere until his friends believed he'd found and talked to Clockwork. Which of course was impossible, seeing as Dark had killed him.

'W - well ... ' Danny stammered. 'I needed somewhere to stay for a while, so Sam and Tucker think I've gone to see Clockwork and that you haven't escaped from your thermos.'

Sighing, Dark looked away, feigning hurt. 'No one ever wants to come by just to say hello.'

Danny looked up at the ghost, startled and a bit apologetic. 'I ... '

'It's okay, Daniel, I realise I'm not the person you want to be spending your time with, you can leave if you want,' Dark continued melodramatically, not really believing that his younger self was actually buying this whole routine - which he was.

'I - no, I'm sorry!' Danny cried, leaning up so he could see Dark better. 'I do want to spend time with you, really, I do!'

Dark sniffed in an upset fashion. 'Prove it,' he said, glancing at the distressed teen out of the corner of his eye. Danny paused, not knowing quite what to say or do. He DID like talking to his older self ... however weird that sounded ... and spending time with him too. 'Well, if you can't prove that you like me, I guess you can just leave then,' Dark huffed, folding his arms across his chest.

'I - ! But - !' Danny faltered, his face going pale.

'Just leave, Daniel,' Dark said, closing his eyes and sniffing again. Danny opened and closed his mouth several times, the right thing to say eluding him. A look of resolve spread across his face suddenly and he shifted himself around.

Dark felt the teen rearranging himself and opened his eyes to see what he was doing, only to find his lap full of halfa and said halfas lips pressed against his.

Well.

That was unexpected.

But nice.

Very nice.

Getting over his shock, Dark pushed Danny back into the couch, kissing him back hard, his forked tongue swiping across the teens bottom lip, slipping through as they parted. His tongue mapped out the entire area of the moist cavern, the teen below him moaning slightly and wrapping his arms around Darks neck, pulling him closer, his hands winding into his hair, tugging at the flaming strands.

Danny broke away first, gasping for air, his eyes half-lidded and glazed with lust. His lips were bright red and bruised slightly, the bottom one bleeding a tiny amount from where it had split. With a quick flick of his tongue, Dark lapped up the crimson liquid, smirking at the look on his younger selfs' face.

'I think you've proved that you like me enough,' Dark purred, licking his own lips.

'Oh ... good ... ' Danny mumbled back, still slightly dazed from the whole thing.

'Just one thing, Danny-boy.'

The halfas eyes focused on Dark, blinking a few times to clear the haze out of his head. 'What?'

'Next time, come round to say hi,' the ghost smirked, diving back down to kiss the teen. Dark had his tongue back in Dannys mouth and his hand trailing down his side when an annoying beeping ringing noise went off. Pulling back again, the flame-haired ghost glared at the boy beneath him who fidled in his pants pocket and pulled out a mobile, which he flipped open and answered. How he managed to get a mobile in there without anyone being able to tell was beyond Dark. That suit was skin-tight ... speaking of ... Dark leered at Danny while the teen blush and looked away from the older ghosts gaze.

'Hey Sam ... No, I'm still at Clockworks Tower ... he said that Dark Danny's still in his Thermos ... Well, I don't know ... it must be another ghost copying him to freak us out. ... Well, obviously they're dangerous, Sam, they killed Lancer. No, Clockwork won't tell me anything. He says that would be medling in time or something. Yeah ... okay, I'll be back soon, don't worry. See ya.'

Dark turned back to scowl at Danny as the teen hung up. 'I um ... need to get home,' muttered Danny, embarassed. Dark sighed heavily before sliding off the halfa and standing up, helping Danny to his feet.

'If you must, then I suppose I have to let you leave. For now, at any rate,' purred the ghost, delighting in the crimson colour that decorated Dannys face. With that, Dark abruptly pushed his younger self through the Present Orb.

Danny landed with a 'whump' on his floor not realising what the mmuffled cry of 'GHOST!' meant until it was almost too late. White rings faded out of existence just as his parents crashed through his door, toting full Ghost-Disintegration equipment to find Danny sitting on his bed, looking annoyed his parents had just practically smashed down his door.

'Have you seen a ghost in here sweetie?' Maddie asked, scanning the room.

'No, mom, I haven't. Can you and dad please get out of here?'

'MOM! DAD!' Jazz shouted, pulling them both out of her brothers room. 'Danny's had a very emotionally taxing day, and the last thing his psyche needs is you two invading his personal space talking crazy about ghosts!' she snapped at them, pushing them down the hall.

'What, you mean that ghost that killed his English teacher?' Jack replied loudly.

'Oh, you have no idea Dad, no idea,' thought Danny, laying down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. 'And the next time I see Dark, I'm going to push him through that thing, see how he likes it!'