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2003
Daniel sat under the bleachers, legs stretched out and his back hunched forward as he fought with a lighter to ignite a clove cigarette. Even unlit the smell was obnoxiously sweet and strong.
His bruises were more yellow than any other color, so he could confirm finally that he healed quick even in his living form, but the mental exhaustion he was still feeling wasn’t getting any better.
Loitering where he and Nicole used to hang was… probably really fucking unhealthy, but staying at home in bed had been worse and he didn’t want to deal with Valerie and Paulina if they decided to visit. Not yet, at least.
So while the spot was depressing, it was also safe. None of the people hew as avoiding would think to look for him there. Or so he had thought up until his ghost sense went off. The mouthful of mist that Daniel breathed out was visibly masked by the clove smoke, but he could taste it. He could taste the difference on his tongue. His own petrichor tinted scent clashed with the heady spices in his mouth.
Johnny walked into Daniel’s peripheral.
He didn’t have the energy to act properly defensive. “What do you want, Johnny?”
The ghost smiled down at Daniel and he hated that Johnny still looked handsome.
While his eyes looked a bit less real now, they still drew Daniel’s focus in a way that they hadn’t when he thought Johnny was alive.
The ghost wasn’t wearing his jacket for once and he was pulling his hands out of his pockets as he closed the distance between them. “Heard you were still up and kicking. I thought I should pay you a visit. Make sure you and I are still on good terms.”
“I wouldn’t call our last run-in on good terms.”
Easy as he pleased, Johnny sat down on the ground beside Daniel. He left barely a hand’s width between them. “I could have snapped your neck, but I didn’t. Was just trying to scare you is all.”
“And you thought strangling me would encourage me to, what, tell you all about my non-functioning portal?”
Johnny narrowed his eyes and his smile turned sharper. “Well, you obviously don’t mind. You’re not running and screaming from me.” He shifted his weight forward so he could dig a hand into his back pocket and pull out a half-crumpled cigarette carton. “Spare a light?”
“Out of fluid,” Daniel admitted truthfully. He would have lied about it, just to be a dick, but he figured that this worked out nicely.
Johnny wasn’t deterred, though. He still went through the motions of pulling out a smoke and placing it between his lips. “Come here,” he ordered around the cigarette.
“What?”
“Put yours in your mouth and come here.” Despite his words, he didn’t wait. He reached across Daniel to grab his wrist and push the hand holding the clove towards his face.
“Hey!”
His green eyes flared with a neon glow. “Just do it.”
Daniel refrained from rolling his eyes and gave up. He wrapped his lips around the clove.
Johnny kept his loose hold on Daniel’s wrist and leaned forward. He pressed the end of his cigarette against Daniel’s lit clove and inhaled, lighting it up.
He didn’t lean back. He plucked the cigarette from his mouth and he turned his head so that he exhaled away from Daniel, but he stayed very much in the teenager’s personal bubble. “Thanks.”
Daniel shakily pinched his clove and moved it away from his mouth. “I’m not going to tell you anything.”
“We’ve decided we’re happier on this side. We don’t need your portal anymore.”
A bitter feeling settled in Daniel. Star was dead and Johnny was possibly staying in town. It didn’t seem right, but then nothing had been going right in Amity for years, now.
“Thought you’d enjoy spending time with me. It’s what you wanted before, right?”
Daniel winced and dropped his gaze to his hands. “I didn’t think it was what you wanted.”
“Manipulating you wasn’t a hardship for me, Dan. Not with those pretty blue eyes of yours.”
The halfa’s heart stuttered and he forced himself to look back to Johnny. The ghost was smiling right in his face. “What about… your girl?”
“Kitty and I are on a break right now.”
“A break. That happen often?”
“Often enough. We’ll get back together. But in the meantime, I’m free to hang out with you.”
Daniel bit his bottom lip as he processed the implications—and the offer. It seemed… not ideal, but then he didn’t actually want to date Johnny. A lack of commitment in this situation was actually great.
“You seem free right now, too,” he added, but Johnny was patient and he kept waiting. It was uncharacteristically nice, but Daniel had honestly got over the crush a good while ago. The consideration wasn’t doing it for Daniel, but the attention and the fact that Johnny was… probably as fucked up as Daniel was—that was nice. And Daniel was enough of a teenage stereotype (lonely and needy) that he didn’t push Johnny away.
He just… wasn’t immediately agreeing.
He’d had a long month and he wanted something good. Daniel wanted something that wasn’t serious or life threatening for anybody.
He wanted something nice.
He wanted a distraction.
So he nodded.
Johnny shifted so he was partly behind Daniel. The ghost leaned his chest against Daniel’s right side and slowly slid his arm across Daniel’s back, almost petting him. When Daniel only took another drag of the clove, Johnny moved his hand to Daniel’s hip.
“You know, I knew you were something special the first time I saw you over here.”
Daniel didn’t react even as Johnny’s hand slipped under his shirt and gripped tightly at his hip bone.
“Something fearless.”
Carefully, Daniel stubbed the clove out on a rock and then tossed it away from them. “Being called brave is not exactly a turn on for me.”
Daniel nearly let out a gasp when Johnny’s grip on him tightened too hard. “I can feel your pulse picking up, though.”
“Not because of your pickup lines.”
Johnny chuckled. “Haven’t had any complaints before now.”
“Okay.” Daniel took the bait. He leaned back into Johnny and turned his head to face the ghost again. “Impress me.”
The ghost grinned and then he moved around to kneel in front of Daniel and leaned in. The hand still holding his cigarette reached up and grabbed a good handful of Daniel’s hair. First he tilted the halfa’s head to an exaggerated angle and dragged the hand at his hip to the small of the teenager’s back.
It was all very purposeful. Possibly it was scripted. Daniel had no way knowing and he had already figured that going along with whatever the ghost wanted would be the way to go.
Johnny didn’t immediately kiss Daniel and that surprised the teenager. He moved in like he was going to, but then he pulled at Daniel’s hair to bare his neck better. He placed his mouth on Daniel’s neck with a light, teasing bite.
Nervous, Daniel took a careful hold of the hem of Johnny’s shirt, but couldn’t bring himself to start doing more.
Johnny was still nipping at Daniel’s neck and pressing his mouth against his skin in soft not-quite-kisses. “It’s so loud.” He spoke against the teenager’s neck.
“What?” He finally moved his hands to Johnny’s bare forearms and slid his palms up to his biceps. Johnny getting distracted was helping his courage even if he wasn’t sure what exactly the distraction was.
“Your heartbeat,” Johnny groaned. “Lay down.”
Daniel bit his own bottom lip and obeyed. Johnny was quick to move so his knees bracketed the halfa’s legs. Then he slowly he let himself drop down fully onto Daniel.
The ghost was heavy above him, but this was… nice. This was something Daniel decided that he liked.
Experimentally, Daniel thrust up, but the soft moan Johnny made sounded more amused than turned on.
Johnny pushed himself up just enough that they could see each other’s faces and released his hold on Daniel’s hair. “You don’t know what you’re doing, do you?”
“No,” he admitted reluctantly and dragged his palms over the bulge of muscles in Johnny’s arms. “You do, though.”
“So then that means,” Johnny spoke softly and resettled over Daniel. “I’m in charge.” He bit down hard on Daniel’s neck, clamping his teeth down harder when Daniel let out an involuntary moan. After a few heartbeats, he released his mouthful and pressed a wet kiss there. “You wouldn’t be able to stop me.”
Daniel could feel the ghost’s smirk against his throat and he swallowed thickly. There wasn’t really another option besides letting Johnny call the shots. Maybe if Johnny hadn’t tried to kill him before, he’d… be a lot more into that fact. Daniel wanted this—he would leave if he didn’t, but he really wished he had more of an idea of what to do, here.
He also hadn’t considered his first sexual experience would be with a dead guy. Johnny’s skin was cold, but not as cold as Daniel’s own ghost form. The halfa had to wonder if doing this with someone alive would be better, if the warmth of a living body would be better. He wouldn’t have any better of an idea of what to do, but still. He was curious even if this probably wasn’t the time to be.
The ghost was built a bit thicker than Daniel, though, and that was something Daniel liked. “Johnny.”
“Hm?”
“I… I told you to impress me.”
“You did.” Johnny placed a few more open-mouthed kisses to his neck.
Then he rolled his hips against Daniel and the halfa wasn’t able to swallow back his low moan. Even through both their jeans he could feel the hard press of Johnny’s dick moving against his own and he wanted more. The ghost had moved much rougher and much more forceful than Daniel’s attempt had been.
“Shadow, get his arms.”
Thick, boneless fingers wrapped around Daniel’s forearms and wrenched them off of Johnny and away. Daniel flinched in alarm and looked up. Looming by his head was a monster—a shadow that was nothing like Spectra's ghost form. Its silhouette was only barely human. It looked more like a bedsheet ghost covered in oil.
“What the fuck?!”
“Oh, right! You haven’t met properly! Shadow meet Daniel. Daniel, Shadow.”
The hands holding Daniel’s arms pressed him down into the grass hard enough that he could already feel the new bruises forming.
“He’s pretty useful, right?”
Daniel looked away from the monster and back to Johnny’s pleased expression. “I, I guess.”
“Thought you’d like this.”
The halfa frowned. “I do.” It didn’t feel like a lie when he said it, but his mood had definitely taken a hit.
“Yeah,” Johnny grabbed onto Daniel’s jaw and tilted his head again. He didn’t bite like he did before, though. “Don’t scream.”
“What?”
The ghost pressed the tip of his still lit cigarette just below Daniel’s ear and the teen shrieked.
“Hey, hush,” Johnny pulled the cigarette back and Daniel knew the burn was going to leave a scar.
“What the fuck?!”
Johnny brushed his thumb over the brand. “These don’t stick with Kitty and I. Ghosts don’t scar like the living do.” He spoke like any of that was sufficient as an explanation.
“Do that again and I’ll rip your fucking throat out.”
“Not like you can stop me,” Johnny laughed because he didn’t know. He didn’t know Daniel wasn’t entirely alive, but then Daniel also didn’t want him to know. It was bad enough Valerie knew.
“Johnny.”
“Danny,” he mocked Daniel’s attempt at sounding firm.
“Just,” Daniel cut himself off to uselessly test both Shadow’s and Johnny’s grip on him. Neither were going to let him go anytime soon. “Fucking don’t.”
The ghost released his hold on the teenager's jaw and made a show of tossing the cigarette far away from them. “Happy?”
“No.”
Johnny’s smirk kept going strong. He shifted his weight to press down onto Daniel. It didn’t immediately get Daniel’s heart back to racing and it didn’t help his now weakened erection, but then Johnny took Daniel’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugged. It felt like a promise when the man’s teeth pulled at him and Daniel tried to ignore the sore heat of the burn in return.
Daniel dropped his mouth open wider and then Johnny was finally kissing him. It wasn’t at all what he’d been expecting from a first kiss, but it did feel hard won. Not only after everything that had gone down in the past month, but after the past few years—ever since he first got the portal working—life had been hard. Johnny was supposed to be something good, back when he had first approached Daniel.
Johnny’s lips were clammy and he pushed hard enough that it felt… awkward, but, it was supposed to get better. Everyone talked about kissing like it was a amazing, so it had to get better.
Johnny keep pushing his mouth against Daniel’s while the teenager tried to copy him before seemingly giving up to go back to biting at the teenager’s mouth. Daniel didn’t mind that at all, but it still wasn’t great.
Then Johnny pressed his thumb against the brand and that did it. That had Daniel lifting himself up to press into Johnny. Maybe Johnny was just bad at kissing—Daniel genuinely didn’t know what to do so it could have also been his fault—but he understood pain.
He just hadn’t realized how much he liked pain.
“Come on,” Johnny crooned. He ducked down and bit at the halfa’s jaw, then at the skin around the cigarette burn. His hands moved between them and he groaned as he unzipped his own fly to pull his cock out, then moved to do the same for Daniel. “You still want this, right?”
“Johnny,” Daniel struggled to breath as Johnny moved his hands away to brace himself better over the halfa.
“D’you normally get off on ghosts, Dan? Danny?”
He rutted into Daniel wildly, sloppily, and the rapid slide of Johnny’s dick against his own was amazing, but when Johnny shifted and the rough denim and the bite of his open zipper hit Daniel, it hurt a bit too much. He released a sharp wail and tried to lift himself off to push Johnny off him.
“Fuck! Stop!”
Shadow’s grip on his arms tightened and Johnny rolled his hips harder into Daniel’s.
He was gasping and shaking while Johnny groaned above him. “Just a bit more pain—nothing you can stop.”
“Sto—” Daniel choked, cutting himself off.
“You can’t stop me, Danny. You can’t stop Death.”
Daniel tried to say something, anything, but all that came out was a wailed moan and then Johnny was pushing himself up to get better leverage. He kept his rough pace against him, but took a fistful of Daniel’s hair to pull his head back while his other hand wrapped around Daniel’s throat.
It was a much different scenario from when Johnny last strangled Daniel, but this time transforming didn’t cross the halfa’s mind at all.
Johnny had his hand shifted so that he was focused on squeezing the sides of Daniel’s neck.
“It’s inevitable,” Johnny murmured against his forehead once he had leaned back down against Daniel. “Just like me fucking you is inevitable.”
Not once did Johnny’s pace falter and Daniel couldn’t tell if the ghost was floating or not because Johnny felt so heavy on top of him.
“You’re not a ghost hunter, you’re just a slut for ghosts. For me. Aren’t you?”
“N-no—”
“You are,” he interrupted and leaned back away from Daniel.
The halfa whined at the loss of pressure, at the cold air that hit his dick. He even missed the hand that had been on his neck.
Johnny roughly knocked aside Daniel’s legs when the teen tried to use them to drag him back in, then he grabbed onto Daniel’s pants and wrenched them down. “Shadow, turn him over.”
“Wait,” Daniel’s arm’s were tugged up painfully and he was rolled over, no gentleness whatsoever. His chin hit the ground hard in the turn, but the pained gasp he let out was from his dick being pushed into the ground. The grass was thick from being uncut under the bleachers, but the sensation still hurt. “The fuck, Johnny?” He shifted to get his knees under him, but Johnny placed a hand on his back and pushed him back down, hard enough that he let out a bark of pain at his erection hitting the ground.
“Stay down.”
Daniel squirmed under Johnny’s hand and he hated that the rough friction on his dick was working for him.
“Do you finger yourself?”
Daniel didn’t answer that.
“I’m not going to stop.” Johnny’s cold hands grabbed at his ass and spread his cheeks. “Gonna fuck you out in the open, here.”
Clearly the talking and the setting were doing something for Johnny, but Daniel really didn’t care. He could feel Johnny’s hard dick weighted on the back of his thighs better than when they were sloppily humping earlier.
Daniel grunted and pushed himself as best he could off the ground and into Johnny’s grip. “Fucking Hell, Johnny, just do something already.”
Sharp nails dug into Daniel’s skin and made his legs tremble. “Brat.”
“I’ve yet to be impressed,” and that felt a little bit like a lie, but Daniel was able to deliver the taunt with only a slight tremor in his voice.
Johnny pressed a thumb into Daniel’s hole and pulled to the right hard enough that Daniel let out another grunt. He pressed the digit in further only to then pull it out and switch to a longer finger. There was nothing careful about how Johnny started to stretch the halfa out. “Yeah, you’re definitely used to this.”
“Johnny, just, come on.”
The ghost pressed a second finger in and Daniel keened at the pressure. His voice only picked up when Johnny started to scissor the digits in him. “Do you own toys?”
“You—shut up!” Daniel pushed himself back into Johnny even though it hurt, or maybe because it hurt. “Just fuck me already!”
“You do, don’t you.” He pressed a third finger in and Daniel reflexively tried to move away. “Hey, come on,” he leaned forward, crushing Daniel’s legs between his own and pushing his dick in where Daniel’s legs were pressed together. Johnny grunted and pushed his fingers in deep—too deep.
He moved his other hand from holding Daniel’s back to sliding his hand between Daniel’s thighs. He pulled at Daniel’s left leg enough that he could slide his cock between Daniel’s thighs and start rutting in time with the push of his fingers in Daniel.
Weirdly, Daniel thought Johnny didn’t feel all too different from the single dildo he owned. He thought the real thing would end up being softer, but instead it felt like the opposite and the revelation had him shaking.
“Fuck, yes,” Johnny muttered, fighting against the drag of Daniel’s skin. The only lube they had was precum and that wasn’t something Daniel had actually thought about until he pulled his fingers out and spat on him.
“Johnny.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve got you,” the ghost dragged his dick out from between Daniel’s thighs and used both hands to spread his ass cheeks again. “You’re so much warmer.”
Daniel turned his face more into the grass and squeezed his eyes shut. It wasn’t that he was feeling too much. Instead it wasn’t… it almost wasn’t enough. He didn’t know what was missing or what was wrong so he just waited until Johnny started to push his cold dick into him.
“God damn,” Johnny breathed out above him and his weight draped back over Daniel before he’d even gotten all of himself inside. “Like a fucking furnace,” the ghost hissed and Daniel let out some strangled hybrid of a moan and a whimper.
Maybe it wasn’t perfect or what Daniel wanted, but it was better than his own fingers and any toys he was never, ever going to admit to owning.
Daniel heard the scrap of Johnny’s palm on the ground. When he opened his eyes, he couldn’t actually see over his own arms, not with how Shadow held them, but he could feel how Johnny managed to get even deeper inside him.
When Johnny finally buried himself in fully, Daniel tried once more to pull his arms from Shadow’s grip. He wanted—he wasn’t entirely sure. He couldn’t get himself onto his knees because Johnny was so heavy on top of him and he couldn’t grab onto anything but the flimsy grass. He couldn’t do anything but flex against the two ghosts and take it.
“Please,” Daniel heard himself moan.
Johnny pushed him into the ground and he let out a shrill noise at his dick being pressed into the grass and dirt. Instead of letting Daniel up at all, Johnny pushed Daniel harder into the ground and pushed his cock back in deeper.
The halfa then choked on the feeling of Johnny’s hips shaking and stuttering against him.
This was nothing like the smooth movements in pornos.
“So—fucking warm,” Johnny gasped out above him and then he was pressing his face into Daniel’s hair and panting.
Daniel didn’t feel hot, but when Johnny’s movements started to build up into bruising pace he started to gasp and pant like he was. Johnny was heavy, both on top of him and in him—and maybe this was enough. Maybe this was everything Daniel wanted and deserved after all the bullshit he had to put up with.
Ultimately, it hurt. He didn’t feel stretched too far when Johnny had started, but as he kept going it felt like Daniel was getting rubbed raw on the inside. It was nearly worse than how his own dick felt getting pushed and rubbed against the grass under him.
“Johnny,” Daniel started to chant his name. He kept trying to ask him something, for something, but he kept getting stuck on the name.
Shadow’s grip tightened and Daniel yelped. It spurred Johnny on more when Daniel tried to rock his body away from them and then shuddered at how his own movements only made everything feel like too much.
He kept fucking Daniel as he moved his face down back into Daniel’s neck. His pace was steady now and Daniel could feel his orgasm building as the ghost kept it up.
Then Johnny dragged his tongue over his neck over the still sore burn, feeling where it was. He groaned and then placed his mouth over the burn and sucked on it.
That somehow hurt worse than the initial burning did, but it was also what had Daniel crying out and cumming into the ground.
Johnny went from sucking to biting the brand as his hips stuttered again and Daniel sobbed as he felt Johnny cling to him and cum.
It was… gross—and filling—and Daniel both hated and loved it. It wasn’t like how he imagined it’d be, having someone cum inside him. He wanted to kick his legs out and push Johnny out and away from him. He didn’t regret it and he… he didn’t want to get clean, not right away, but Johnny was still on top of him, still in him, and it just felt like a lot.
Everything about this encounter was a lot.
Daniel turned his head away so that Johnny’s teeth scraped off the brand and he pressed his forehead into the dirt and tried to get a moment to just breath and try to settle the full body tremble he had going on.
“Fuck, that was pretty.” Johnny pulled himself out carefully, but Daniel knew he wasn’t being careful for the teenager’s sake. He could feel Johnny’s spent seed sliding out of himself and he really wasn’t sure whether to be grossed out or to be proud of that fact, that even with his inexperience he had made a hot guy cum. Granted, he didn’t have to do much and that seemed to be a big point for Johnny, but this was a win.
Daniel rubbed his cheek against the grass as he tried to look back at Johnny over his arm and shoulder. “That’s, that was good?”
”Oh, you pretty boy.” He moved his hands up to Daniel’s elbows and guided Shadow into flipping Daniel onto his back again. He’d floated up to let Daniel get turned over, but he settled right back onto the teenager’s legs once situated. “That was very good.”
Shadow was still holding him tightly, but having his dick freed from being pushed into the ground had him sighing in relief.
He didn’t realize he was still crying until Johnny started to wipe at his eyes. Embarrassment flooded him. “Um.”
Then Daniel couldn’t repress the bodily flinch he gave when Johnny took hold of his spent dick. “This is what you’re good for.” His grip started gentle, but then he squeezed and Daniel winced at the overstimulation.
“Johnny, please—”
“You’re not good for anything else.” His grip lightened just enough that he could begin to stroke Daniel.
“John—stop.”
“A warm body for us ghoulies, yeah?”
“Too, too much.”
With his off hand, Johnny squeezed Daniel’s throat again. This time he did press down and full on choked him. “I said I wasn’t going to stop, Danny,” and he was right. He didn’t stop stroking even as he started to choke Daniel in earnest.
Shadow’s grip was unrelenting and Johnny sat impossibly heavy on his legs.
“Consider this a lesson.”
Daniel tried and failed to buck the man off of him while his tears were flowing in earnest, now. He fought as best he could to get air past the hold Johnny had on his throat, but nothing was working and he couldn’t work through his panic to get his body intangible. It figured that the second he did want to escape, he couldn’t get his powers to work.
“You can’t fucking stop me, but… I’m a nice guy.” Abruptly he removed his hand from Daniel’s throat. The halfa struggled to get himself breathing again as he sobbed under Johnny.
It didn’t feel like the release it was meant to be. He felt wounded and breathing still hurt.
The ghost’s hand then squeezed on the head of Daniel’s cock and he could feel the orgasm fighting to happen, but it was too soon and Johnny’s grip was unrelenting.
“Stop.”
“Why? You like pain.”
Daniel couldn’t take anymore. “Johnny, please—”
“Ah,” Johnny’s grip slackened and Daniel physically heaved with a gratitude he’d be furious about later. “Maybe next time.”
Shadow’s hold vanished but he’d held onto Daniel’s arms for so long that it hurt them more when he tried to move them down and fold them into his chest.
Daniel shuddered as the soreness in his arms, in his neck, his hips—really, all over.
“Any regrets?”
The halfa closed his eyes and hissed through clenched teeth. He knew if he hadn’t closed them, he’d be flaring his own shade of toxic green up at the ghost.
“You were good,” Johnny noted, like he was talking about the fucking weather. “I’ll see you around, pretty boy.”
Daniel rolled onto his side and curled into himself.
He couldn’t hear Johnny walk away, but after a few too-quick heartbeats, he could sense that he was alone again.
He maybe should have stayed home.