Fenton had NOT been fond of the new "king" of the world. Sure, King Pariah had saved the world from the disasteroid, but only to rule over us. His son was no better, a self centered jerk who used others for his own amusement. Danny knew that Phantom got whatever he wanted, just like his father. As long as the ghost boy didn't rule over his father, there were no problems. Phantom, Danny concluded, was a jack ass.
"Hey, Daniel, bring me my tea!" Danny heard the Prince shout from his room.
Danny sighed, and picked up the tray, making his way to Phantom's oh-so-superior throne room. It was the worst being his slave. He toyed with his head, giving impossible tasks. And then he'd punish him (for not completing impossible tasks) by making the boy wear an embarrassing dress, like the ones Sam had worn before. Or he'd miss out on dinner. And that was the ONLY good thing about being his slave. He actually got really delicious meals. Three meals a day, each one with a unique taste. Daniel never disliked the meals, although he was rather picky with meals.
"Here." Fenton said blandly, holding out the silver tray with a cold glare.
Phantom just started at him with persistent glowing green eyes, waiting. Danny knew what he wanted, but wouldn't oblige. He gave the ghost the cold shoulder, and looked away.
"Daniel, don't forget," the Prince smirked, "I know where your family is and I will not hesitate to-"
He didn't need to finish his sentence as the raven haired boy jumped.
"H-here you are, master." Fenton gave a sympathetic, hopeless look as he handed the ghastly boy his drink.
Phantom chuckled as the mortal's head hung down in embarrassment and shame.
"That's a good boy." Phantom purrs as he takes the small cup from Danny's pale hands. Danny grits his teeth and bites back a snide remark.
After taking a small sip, the ghost shrugs, "it could use more sugar though..." He tosses the cup onto the ground, and it shatters to pieces. Danny's eyes widen at the sight of the broken cup.
Phantom gave him a fake pout, " what a shame... I really liked that cup," he sighed, "You better start cleaning that up... and I guess that'll be coming out of your pay."
"W-What!? You're the one who broke it! And I don't even get paid! You-You Jack Ass!" Danny growled, but soon, covered his mouth with the Palm if his hand.
This was bad... Phantom hated it when he used cuss words...but he hated it even more when he talked back. Danny shook, he was afraid. He was in BIG trouble now. The last time he had done this, he took a hard slap to the face. So, the boy cowered, waiting for the hit.
But there was no hit.
Danny looked up to see a soft smile played on his pink lips, "It's alright..."
He was taking this remarkably well...
"I'll just have to find another way for you to pay me back." His soft smile turned crooked as he pulled the younger boy by the collar of his t-shirt, and placed his lips roughly against the other's. Danny had screamed, but that had only come out a muffled sound that could barely be heard. The confused boy pushed on the other, as to get out of the prince's deadly lock, but soon fell limp as Phantom's slick tongue entered his mouth.
This should be discussing, Fenton thought, but...
The boy moaned into the ghost's warm, but cold touch that conflicted on his feelings, sending them haywire. He felt weak against phantom, who obviously knew what he was doing, and had probably done it many times before. Danny both hated, and loved the feeling...no, Daniel had just hated the fact that he did love it. The boy had even clenched the remarkably fluffy hair on the other to deepen this messy kiss. He felt like a slut.
Even though he felt he needed more of this feeling, he left the ghost with the more imperative need for air. "Haa," Danny panted, finding that he had now been holding on to the silk black cape that clung to the Prince. But he didn't care. Nor did he let go.
Green eyes starred into hazy clouded blue ones, "It seems as though we'll have to finish this punishment later...perhaps, in my bed?" He chuckled.
Danny, finally realizing what he'd done, gave a fierce blush. He then quickly pushed the cape away with a glare as he stormed off.
"Don't forget to clean up this mess!" Phantom laughed, referring to the cup he had thrown.
Danny just snarled in return, thinking to himself.
No way in hell am I doing anything with HIM tonight, or EVER.
Yet again... Phantom always got what he wanted.
