Title: Roleplaying
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Characters: Captain Youngblood / Phantom
Pairings: dPxYb
Rating: R
Genre: Horror / Drama
Word Count: 2531
Requested By: KaoriTheZXSFangirl
Catch Line: He pulled the boy closer with a dangerous smile on his face, leaning closer so as to whisper into the child's ear. "We're going to play Doctor." There were no Pirates or Cowboys here, just a Phantom and a flustered little brat. REQUEST
Summary: He was asserting himself all over the place, so of course it only made perfect sense that he asserted himself on everyone else. Getting dressed up for a fuck wasn't something he did often, but for this special occasion, He would make an exception… dPxYb
Timeline: A few weeks after the events of "The Phantom Menace"
Warnings: Nudity / Language / Violence / Alcohol / Implied Sex / Child Molestation / Youngblood's Outstanding Cosplaying Bratiness / The Fact That It Isn't REALLY Rape If It's Phantom Because Deep Down Inside We All Want Him / The Effects Of Alcohol And Sleep Deprivation On Our Dearest Authoress
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom belongs to the awesomeness that is Butch Hartman, and not to the fangirlishness that is moi. The sick and contrived plot of this story, however… Well, that belongs to me, and not to Butch Hartman. But you already knew that, right?
Notes: This may (Or may not) be the last fanfiction piece I submit for a few days, because school starts in a couple – Less than three days, in fact – And though I promise you all that as soon as I get settled in, I very well SHALL write and post some more. In fact, I may post twice a day, if I'm feeling lucky. Possible last piece (Or not) for a few days chosen to be a request, because I'm still hoping people will ask for some more. Also, don't think any less of me for my habit of portraying Phantom as a rather dark and sex crazed individual. That's just how I imagine him being. He is a ghost, first and foremost after all. He'll save you without a second thought, but he'll also use you without a second thought either. :P Coming up next, expect something with the brilliant psychiatrist to be and three embattled dead men. 333
Coming Up Next: The Creative Writer contended with what the normally lewd fallen one inquired, and came to realize that there was little point in the conversation they were sharing other than to hear why he had fallen so desperately in love with the Half and Half's elder sister…
Listening To: "The Theme of Pirates of The Caribbean" – Walt Disney Pictures / "Find Your Voice" – Chipp Skylark / "Do You Wanna?" – Franz Ferdinand

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There were many a number of things that properly defined the self-proclaimed Protector and Champion of Amity Park, a many number of things that one would come to expect to find under the well-rounded résumé of your above average upholds the family values type of super hero – An often called upon assumption his Super! Self had established during the past event concerning the ever troublesome Fenton Ghost Catcher – But there were so many a number more of other things that made and defined the silver haired Ghost Boy, traits one could hardly consider "heroic".

And it was at this particular moment, that fleeting moment where the dusk kissed the sky a bruised blue and black, that said Ghost Boy was participating in the most illicit of activities that defined the very opposite of heroism.

The muffled sounds of tangled limbs and ruffled clothing were hardly discernable in the ever growing shadows, a fitting backdrop for the obscenities that were being committed on top of a ridiculously pronounced red brick and mechanical laid structure, the soft buzzing of neon lights doing a wonderful job of masking the soft sounds of struggle. Obscured behind a towering Ops Center and laughable "Fenton Works" billboard were flashes of snow white and emerald green, locked in some biased tussle in a display of the most primal of urges – Be they Human, Ghost, or otherwise.

White leaned down close to struggling olive, breaths coming out in bouts of strained grunts and groans. "What's the matter, kid?" A warm wet tongue came out to lick at smiling lips, "I thought you wanted to play?" Gloved hands held tightly to small pale wrists, fingers digging harshly into the soft underdeveloped muscles and reveling in the angry whimpered that came from his actions.

"This isn't fun at all!" The smaller of the two, a child by any other standards with glowing green eyes and adorably pronounced buck teeth whined with some semblance of force behind his voice, struggling against the older specter's vice-like grip and ever present smirk. He had come over – Reluctantly – When the teen ghost coyly invited him over to "play", and even though they were by no means in any measurable level of amiability towards each other, the roleplay loving ghost had come over, despite the voiced protests of his partner-pet.

And so here he was, dressed in the most mortifying play outfit yet, an infernal nurse outfit with an exaggerated amount of frills and lace and ribbons and thigh-high stockings; and there he was dressed in his usual garb with the added effect of a doctor's smock and something that looked suspiciously like a nurse cap.

"But it is," He was much closer now than he had been just a moment before, too close to allow the smaller spirit much room to attempt any more forceful moves. "Playing Doctor is one of the best games you can play at your age," He Phantom brought his face down towards the juncture of the boy's shoulder and neck, sighing in utter peaceful contentment. "And I plan to show you why that is."

The cosplaying ghost opened his mouth to protest, to demand to know why he had to be the nurse, to question why the older ghost was all over him like crazy string. But whatever it was he had planed to say, had planed to ask was lost when the sallow locked boy caught his soft child lips with his, running his tongue over the length of his small partially opened mouth and dipping his tongue within the warm wetness. Jade eyes widened at the foreign feeling of the tongue in his mouth, something small and akin to panic rising in his chest.

He placed both his hands against the older boy's chest, forcing some distance between the two. Slapping a hand to his mouth the child glared up at the smirking teenager. "What the heck was that?" A longwinded sigh wretched itself fro the Ghost Boy, "You don’t know?" He chuckled heartily, tracing a finger across the collar of the boy's nurse outfit, pausing to pop the first few buttons open with his thumb. "It's called first base."

Green eyes twinkled in excitement. "First base? Like in baseball?" Another quiet laugh pierced the night, "Mmm, something like that." One of his hands had found their way under the front of the child's blouse while he languidly removed the white gloves from his other hand with his teeth, watching the spirit under him with a predatory glint in his ghostly eyes. He shifted slightly, getting into a kneeling position and bringing the kid up with him as well. "I'll show you what second base is like," His fingers had found their way over to one of the boy's sensitive still developing nipples, and he basked in the shiver that his ministrations caused in him. "But first, how about we play Doctor now."

A dangerous grin had worked itself onto the Phantom's features, and as he leaned low to brush his lips over the boys now exposed shoulder, the child could have sworn he saw something vaguely familiar in the depths of those glowing green eyes. Eyes much like his own, but much older, having seen things no one ever should and still remain intact. But the looming feeling that had begun growing in him made him question if, in fact, the Phantom was as sane as he put out to be.

He was feeling sufficiently breathless now, somewhere between being terribly perplexed and confusingly awkward. He couldn’t quite place the feeling growing and stretching and filling up his insides, but when he felt a new set of gloveless fingers brush his exposed inner thigh, a sharp ringing alarm in his brain came roaring to life. "What the heck!" He bolted, almost smacking his forehead against the Phantom's own in his haste to get up to a more 'guarded' position.

This earned him another unnerving near giggle from the Ghost Boy, who had removed his hand from inside his top to strip it of it's glove as well. He watched him lazily, not in the least bothered by the smaller one's almost angry reaction. It would be more interesting this way – He knew something was terribly wrong, but he could not identify it. Perfect.

"Now now nurse. Behave yourself."

"Shut up! I don't wanna play with you anymore!" The squeak at the end of his sentence effectively ruined any chance he had of coming on strong, but he didn't care, he wanted out. This was getting really weird for him, and he wasn't quite sure he liked the way the other one was looking at him. It was unnerving, those emerald orbs locked into his, fingers lightly drumming at the side of his chin where the most insufferable smirk had made itself a home. A home on lips he was suddenly looking at, lips he suddenly wanted to feel up close again, despite his earlier reservations and still lingering confusion.

"That's no way for a nurse to address her superior," There was the faintest hint of something like malice in his tone, and as he licked his lips once more the young roleplayer could do very little when he felt a pair of hands come down on his shoulders and firmly hold him in place. "It's time for you to learn your place, nurse." He would have let out an uncharacteristically girly shriek if one of the hands on his shoulder hadn't come up to cover his mouth, the sensation of sharp burning pain and almost ticklish warm breath and a wet something on his neck causing his pulse to quicken.

Or rather, it would have, if he still possessed one. But the effects intended were the same, and although it was mildly cruel, the Ghost Boy couldn't help but feel a pang of satisfaction at causing him some small amount of pain at his hands. He pulled absentmindedly at the thigh-high stockings, suddenly quite eager to get a glimpse of the pale skin and soft underdeveloped flesh there, all sorts of terrible horny thoughts coming into his mind's eye.

There were many traits that made up the Phantom, but one of his darker traits was this. He was as obsessed with sex as his other self was with playing the hero, and although he sought other thins out for enjoyment – Such as Math, surprisingly as it was. The Phantom preferred the logical reasonings to just about everything – It was for moments like this he lived for. Granted he was no longer actually living, but you get the point.

Turning intangible for a fraction of a moment long enough to allow his lab coat and familiar "DP" sporting tight black top to slide down to the slightly filthy rooftop of his family's house, he just barely finished popping the buttons down the length of the boy's dress without having to resort to giving in to a bout of impatience and shredding the pretty white outfit to little useless pieces. He had plans for the dress later on, when he could catch the elder sister alone…

But now, he focused on the delightful treat before him, said treat indignant and confused and frightened and almost completely bare save for the silky black underwear the older ghost had coerced him into wearing. "Nice," His warm breath and smarmy tone had unnerved the smaller specter under him, who with a whimper tried to cover himself up. "I don't wanna play anymore," He whined, but it really came out as more of a whimper, sad and broken. The Phantom ran his tongue over his teeth, eyes flashing dangerously. "You don't really have a choice."

He pulled at the boy's wrist, strong enough to sting but not quite strong enough to cause him to cry out, pulling him close enough for their bare chests to come together in warm contact. The little one shivered, elevating his discomfort when he became aware of the other's hands pushing the short skirt of his costume further up to his stomach. The Phantom had tilted his head to the side slightly, watching for the kid's reaction, lingering momentarily just before he brazenly pushed the bottom of his underwear aside to reveal the child's still flaccid manhood.

With a yelp the boy brought his hands down to cover his privates, but a sharp glare and a threatening snarl from the other ghost made him flinch and stop about halfway down his front. "Get down on your back," For a moment the Phantom had a look of consideration on his pale face, "I'm going to show you what all four bases are like."

The small one would have protested, but all words died in his mouth when the Ghost Boy lowered his head down between his short legs, sighing against the lifeless flesh. About a hundred and one unnamable and unknown and unfamiliar feelings and emotions came washing over the child, each replaced with a growingly urgent desire to have more of that delicious friction the Phantom was giving him. He didn't understand what was happening, but at this point, did he even really care still?

He had sighed, a calm coming over him. A calm that didn't last long though, a calm that came crashing down when a finger was shoved up his most sensitive of orifices. "Holy jebus!" A cry of alarm and genuine pain burst forth from his throat, all pleasant feeling gone in an instant when he felt a second finger shoved in with little thought for his tightness. "Suck it up kid," Another finger was added, and a rhythmic movement came and ruptured the boy's anguished cries, as a sudden feeling of lightheadedness came tumbling down on him. He was hardly aware that his hips were twitching, or that he had began scratching himself down the length of his front.

"Well, enough of that. It's time for forth base."

Tears were beginning to well up in the kid's wide eyes, and even as he looked up at the Ghost Boy a growing sense of combined dread and unexplainable anxiousness grew deep inside of him. "Please…"

He was being flipped over, forced don on his hands and knees, shuddering and letting out a small half-formed sob when he felt hands on his ass, prying him open.

The first thrust had been like ripping agony of searing flesh against an unmovable force. He screamed, screamed again. The tears had fully formed, hard and stinging as the rolled down his face and came in contact with the self-inflicted scratches he had given himself, and while the other boy had actually paused inside of him, he could still feel the lingering concentrated pain in the place where nothing should ever have to be shoved in. He let out a broken gasp when he felt the thing inside him pull out – Granted, it didn’t leave him completely, a fact in itself that renewed the sobs building up inside – While another heart wrenching cry was ripped out of him when the thing came pounding back in. "God… You're so… Ghn – You're so fucking tight…"

He, the Phantom, had begun finding a pace for his thrusts and plunges, and while he boned the boy a little over here and rammed into him a little over there, waiting to hear the sound that would signify he had found the boy's sweet spot. It didn't take long, as he soon found the best angle to hit him at, and while he dug his fingertips into the developing flesh of his fuck's thighs he deftly flipped him over, not bothering to alter his course of movement, and turned to watch the jamboree of agony and twisted half pleasure that danced upon the other's freckled face, as though watching for some yet unknown sign.

As an afterthought he took he boy's now hardened self in one of his hands and began absentmindedly pumping in time with his thrusts, enjoying the boy's tortured cries of "Please stop!" as he continued to use and abuse the brat. He had always wanted to force himself on someone, and the child was presenting a perfect opportunity. It helped that he was being fueled by some animosity at what he had done to his other self recently, playing him for a fool in front of his friends and family.

Payback was sweet, especially when one could find delicious fucking release along with it. Leaning down so that his warm breath brushed against the brat's ear, he took particular pleasure at the reaction he go from his heartless query.

"Having fun yet?"

The Phantom smiled. He had taken something of great consequence, and it was all but the fitting punishment for the section of sanity the brat had taken from his precious other self. His growing control over the denizens of the Ghost Zone was spreading, his influence and the full effects of his powers coming into full circle.

It wouldn't be long now. Soon, there would be no one left to challenge him for the boy, and it was just as it should be. Now if only he could do something about the girl with chocolate skin and jade eyes…

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And I will now officially burn in the lowest sanctums of Hell for this. snickers Holy crap – As I turn to watch my nightly fix of DP goodness, I'm slapped with the episode that inspired this. "The Fenton Menace". Talk about fuckin' fate. XD I love Jazz. 333 First attempt at a pseudo-child molestation piece – Don't give me that look! You can't judge me! – That never actually occurred to me until my dearest PoTC buddy Kaori asked for it, and I have to say. I'm pretty impressed. I'd have been wetting my pants if I were Youngblood. dance But then, if I was Youngblood, this wouldn't be a molestation piece but a very willing smut piece. XD So there you go people, after a quick break from all the pron, here's more to tide you over until the next piece I submit. Love you:D