Paranoia

Well, here it is, the next chapter. Honestly I spent eleven days on this chapter. It went quite well the first few days, then as I went on writing more distractions kept popping up (like my job) and then I could only work on it for about half an hour a day, but you guys don't care about that since it's here now! I could have continued it, but it was already way longer than normal and I thought it kind of fit. I can wrap up any loose ends in the next chapter which as usual I have no clue when will appear. But no worries.

So yeah, this is over a thousand words longer than normal!

Summary for this chapter: Worst school day ever. That is all you need to say.

Warnings for this chapter: forced blow job, graphic description of puking (sorry about that)

Well, here it is, enjoy!

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Danny sighed as he lay in bed. He was tired. As he thought he had gotten no sleep the night before, so the only sleep he had gotten, with the exception of being knocked out, was the two hour nap yesterday, which in all honesty wasn't very restful.

He had heard Jazz leave awhile ago, probably going to one of her early classes or some committee meeting, and now he supposed he should start to get ready soon. He didn't really want to be late because it would just give him more problems than he already had. Turning toward his clock he sighed, then froze as the numbers registered.

'Oh shit, I have two minutes!' Danny thought, bolting out of bed and ignoring the headache he could feel starting to build. Rushing to the bathroom he tried to brush his teeth and smooth out his hair. Deciding it was as good as he was going to get it he grabbed some clothes on the floor, putting them on before sprinting back to his room, grabbing his bag. He then closed his eyes, trying to go ghost.

When he succeeded he breathed a sigh of relief, turning invisible to phase through the wall and fly to school. He got to school right as the final bell rang, and he mentally swore as he flew into the boys bathroom making sure it was empty before turning back human and running for his classroom.

Slowing to a walk right before he entered the classroom Danny sighed and put a hand through his hair to make it seem less obvious he had ran and slowly opened the door a little, slipping inside and making his way to his desk trying to be unobtrusive.

Halfway to his desk he heard Mr. Lancer turn around and set down the chalk he had been using. Sliding into his seat Danny tried to just get out his materials but he knew that the teacher was going to make a big deal out of it.

"Ah, Mr. Fenton, I see that after skipping yesterday and being late today you have finally decided to grace us with your presence. Detention."

Danny wasn't sure weather to wince or sigh. Sigh because detention was just another boring thing that didn't have any effect on anything, and wince because it meant more time out of what Dark had dubbed the 'safety' of his house.

Shaking his head, it was better not to think about it, Danny got out his notebook and instead tried to listen to what Lancer was saying, his grades were horrible enough as it was. He dropped his pencil in temporary horror when Lancer started talking again.

"Today we are starting a unit on Sexual Education," there were giggles that Danny barely registered, "We will be having it mixed class because the school is too cheap to split everyone up, and we all should be mature enough," he glared at the gigglers, "to be able to do this."

While the class broke out into giggles and small quiet conversations Sam leaned over to Danny and hissed, "Pick up your pencil!"

"Wha- Oh, right." Danny stammered and picked it up, setting it next to his notebook, and then stared down at it, missing the odd look Sam shot Tucker.

Honestly, was the world conspiring against him? It seemed today just wasn't his day. First he didn't get any sleep, then he was late to school and got detention, and now they were having a sex ed class. Could the day possibly get any worse?

Wait, no, scratch that. He didn't want to jinx himself.

He froze suddenly, going tense in a second as he sighed out a blue breath. Trembling a little he picked up his pencil, looking around. No one had noticed anything yet, not even Sam and Tucker who seemed to be involved in a conversation of some sort. Trying to calm his breathing, maybe his powers shorting out was just the result of stress, he tried to go intangible so the pencil would fall through his hand.

It didn't.

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"I'm telling you something is wrong!" Sam whispered urgently to Tucker after Danny dropped his pencil after the announcement.

"I didn't say you were wrong! I'm just sure it's nothing really important or else he would have told us." Tucker said, his hands up in a defensive gesture and Sam turned for a second to tell Danny to pick up his pencil.

Turning back to him suddenly Sam said, "See, Danny's usually a scatterbrain, but this is even worse than usual!"

Tucker wondered briefly about Sam insulting Danny, but was distracted when Danny broke his pencil.

"Danny...?" Tucker asked, and most of the rooms attention focused on Danny.

Danny jumped, turning toward Tucker and the two pieces of pencil fell off the desk. "Hm? Oh, I'm fine, just a little stressed." he looked down at the remains of his writing utensil. "Don't make them like they used to huh?" he let out a chuckle that sounded slightly strained and Tucker frowned looking at him.

The other boy didn't look very good. He was kind of pale and had slight dark circles under his eyes. He also seemed nervous, as if something was going to jump out and get him at any second. Danny's hair wasn't spiked today, instead it just hung limp. At first Tucker had just attributed that to him being late, but now he had to wonder.

Tucker was about to say something else before Mr. Lancer interrupted, "Now if you are done having a conversation in my class, Mr. Foley, detention tomorrow and Fenton...yes, I think another hour today would do quite nicely."

Tucker groaned and tried to send an amused but annoyed look at Danny, but instead just exchanged a look with Sam after what he saw.

If he thought Danny hadn't looked good a couple minutes ago, he looked horrible now.

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Danny sat at his desk trying to control his breathing. It wouldn't do him any good to hyperventilate. Instead he tried to stay calm, he mentally giggled, noting it was a little hysterical, thinking that it was a good time to try and make himself be able to keep control of himself when Dark showed up next.

His concentration broke, along with his pencil, when he felt a hand run up his inner thigh. Danny almost choked but didn't want to draw even more attention to himself. Instead he came up with some inane excuse when Tucker asked what was wrong and didn't even sigh when Lancer gave him more detention. He had other things to worry about.

Dark was here. In his classroom. Close enough to...to...

He shuddered when he felt a cold hand run across his chest and torso and there was a disgusting wet feeling as if someone had licked the shell of his ear, then he accidentally let out a hiss of pain when his earlobe was bit.

Luckily by then everyone was too busy taking notes to notice Danny's unusually odd behavior, even Sam and Tucker had started to pay attention, not wanting to get into even more trouble. Sometimes, though, he had to wonder how oblivious everyone really was when the pieces of broken pencil floated up and dropped in his bag, and a new one sat down on his desk.

He picked it up, his hand trembling and tried to pay attention. Lancer was saying something about labeling the reproductive organs and passing out a packet that would be due the next day. The part of Danny that was still a normal student sighed thinking about how much it sucked to have a whole packet due the next day and that he had detention.

Suddenly the pencil was ripped out of Danny's hand, making him jump back in his chair a little and a couple people giggle. They settled back down, looking at the packet Lancer was passing out, and didn't notice the pencil start to write.

Hello Danny, it seems like you're enjoying yourself.

Danny flinched and moved to try and hide his pencil and the words, even though he knew by doing that he must be leaning through his demented older self.

He thought he heard a low chuckle before more words appeared, Don't worry, I'm sure no one is watching. No one will be watching when you meet me behind the school during lunch either.

Danny sucked in a breath, but the sound was covered by the bell for the next class. Going to his locker he dropped off his backpack and get out some papers for the next subject.

Glancing down at his watch he saw that he had done it too fast and Sam and Tucker still had a few minutes to accost him and demand explanations. He flinched when Sam came up and grabbed his wrist, and had to do his best to stay calm when Tucker flung an arm around his shoulders.

"Why were you late today?" Sam asked, not releasing the hold on his wrist.

'Is it possible to feel claustrophobic just because of people being too close?' Danny thought faintly and said, "I slept in. Jazz didn't come bug me before she left. I had to fly to school, but I was still late."

"Mmhmm." Sam said, and looked at Danny again. After a moment she let go of his wrist ('Thank god') and looked at him up and down. "Danny? Did you get new clothes?"

"What?" Danny asked, startled with the sudden change of subject and looked down at himself. Tucker had backed off a bit as well, but that was deemed completely irrelevant as he noticed his clothes. His pants were black, which surprised him that he hadn't noticed earlier, and his shirt was dark red with a lighter red and black design on the front.

The more he looked at his outfit the more he wondered how the hell he hadn't noticed what he was wearing earlier. 'I was in a hurry this morning,' he thought, 'I must have grabbed what was closest when I was getting ready. These were already in the bathroom so I guess..."

"Danny?" Tucker asked and Danny snapped back to reality. "Man, you gotta pay attention, you've been out of it lately. Get more sleep, dude."

Danny chuckled weakly before turning back to same, "What, these? Nah, I've had them for awhile, just don't wear them very often." he said, lying through his teeth before forcing a smile.

Sam made a noncommittal sound before Tucker turned back to Danny, "Well, your little space-out has cost us the rest of break. Let's get back to class before we get more detention."

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Danny wasn't sure if the classes before lunch were the fastest or slowest he'd ever gone to. It seemed as if they were gone in the blink of an eye, but he spent so much time thinking and freaking out about what was going to happen it could have been days.

Either way it was lunch time now and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Guys, I gotta go do something really quick." He said. It was the most generic thing that he could have said, but he hoped it worked.

"Are you going to eat first?" Tucker asked, his mouth full causing Sam to send him a look of disgust.

"No, I'll be back before lunch is over." Danny said, adding a silent 'hopefully' at the end even though he didn't want to think about what Dark might want to do to make him be late.

Sam and Tucker nodded and Danny went back inside the school. It was practically empty of students, and all the teachers were busy with their steak buffet lunch. Walking through the halls he made his way to the doors leading to the back of the school. Taking a breath he opened them, stepping outside.

He was sure he was cringing, but when he wasn't attacked immediately he opened one eye, then the other, looking around. He didn't see anything but Dark could be invisible or hiding somewhere. Walking farther out, by the dumpsters he was suddenly grabbed and he couldn't suppress a startled scream.

There was a low chuckle, "Why are you so surprised, you knew I would be here."

"Yeah, but I didn't think you'd be lurking around like a creep waiting to grab me." Danny shot back, surprising himself and making Dark laugh.

"So you do still have fight left in you. I'd be so disappointed if you had given up already."

"I won't give up, not until you're back in that thermos where you belong." Danny said, still feeling defiant. He wasn't sure how long it would last so he was making the most of it while he could.

Dark laughed, "Feisty, I see, but I'm never going back into that thermos. I wonder how long you can keep up this defiant act. I know you're really shaking in fear, that this is just a facade that will fade in a few moments."

"Yeah, right." Danny said, glancing to the side for a second. What Dark had said was true, but this had still helped him. It had proved he wasn't completely useless around him, at least for a short amount of time. Part of it was probably that the older man hadn't made any move to touch him, which Danny was glad for, but he was still wondering what Dark wanted with him calling him out here.

Finally Dark made his move. He had called Danny back here to do something anyway, not just talk. He wasn't exactly sure what, but he wanted Danny back to the mess he had been the first time he had seen him, a quivering mass of fear. Dark licked his lips, that had been so wonderful, part of the reason he had taken it as far as he had.

Beautiful people were always more gorgeous when terrified, and yes, he would admit his younger self was beautiful. Large blue eyes, soft black hair, a slight frame, those were just a few of the things that stood out.

Danny shifted under Darks gaze. He was staring at him. Why was he staring at him? It was making him even more uncomfortable, like he was being examined. When Dark suddenly stuck out a hand to run his fingers along Danny's chin, Danny instinctively ducked, dropping down to the ground.

Realizing immediately how vulnerable he was down there he quickly straightened back up, but it was too late. Dark had decided what he wanted to do.

Grabbing him by the hair, Dark twisted his hand, causing Danny to cry out in pain. Pushing down he forced Danny to his knees.

"Ow! Wha- what are you doing?" Danny asked, his voice tinged with pain. He had put his hand on Darks thighs and had raised his head, trying to relieve some of the pressure.

Dark moved his other hand to undo his pants, he had changed since the last time Danny saw him, the same color scheme, but instead of a one piece suit it was jeans and a shirt. Somewhere in the back of his mind Danny wondered where he had gotten them.

All mundane thoughts such as that were completely thrown from his mind when Dark pushed down his pants a little and his erection fell out. "Get to it." he said with a smirk.

"What? I don't- no. No I won't." Danny said, trying to turn his head. He couldn't because of Darks grip on him, so instead he just closed his eyes, sure that wasn't going to make things better.

He flinched when he felt something warm rub against his face. 'Well,' Danny thought, a little hysterically, 'I guess that answers the question if ghosts are cold everywhere.' He heard Dark sigh, then say, "Honestly Daniel. Do you want this to be worse for you?"

Danny cracked one eye open. No, he did not want something worse to happen, like Dark getting mad and taking them both to the front of the school to do god knows what to him in front of the entire student body. He glanced at Dark, yep still in the exact same terrible position as last time, and muttered, "I don't know how."

This caused Dark to laugh hysterically. He thought it was hilarious, "Of course you don't, for all Dash calling you a fag we definitely were not." Danny winced. "For now open your mouth and watch your teeth. Maybe also do something useful with your tongue. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll improve with time." he said with an evil smirk.

Tentatively Danny opened his mouth, moving forward a short distance he licked it. He shuddered a little at the taste, but the longer he took for this, the longer he was away from his ever-growing-more-suspicious friends. Steadying himself he decided to just go for it.

Trying to watch his teeth, he wrapped his mouth around as much of Darks cock as he could, trying not to gag, and sucked. Dark made an appreciative noise and Danny moved a little, thinking about what else to do. He stroked his tongue along the bottom of Dark's member, tracing the vein while pulling back to suck at the tip.

"Well well. It seems you're a natural," Dark chuckled, "With a little more practice you'll be great at this."

'I don't want to be good at this. I don't want to be good at anything remotely related to this.' Danny thought, and while he was distracted in his temporary harsh musings Dark tightened his grip in his hair and thrusted into his mouth.

Danny gagged when Darks cock touched the back of his throat and his automatic reflex was to swallow, which just made it worse. Dark groaned in pleasure, repeating the action. Danny pushed back on Dark's thighs, and the other man drew back slowly. Danny could taste the precum from Darks erection on his tongue as it slid back, coming out of his mouth with a slightly wet sound, glistening with saliva.

Glancing up Danny saw a smirk firmly planted on Darks face along with what seemed to be pleasure. He wasn't sure if it was a kind of perverse pleasure from torturing him, or just getting a...a blow job, or maybe both. Probably both. Danny winced, and Dark just smiled more, pulling Danny toward his hardness once more.

"We're not done yet." he said, "Hurry up unless you want something...unfortunate, to happen."

Danny had no desire to find out what would 'happen' so he swallowed any pride he had left and went back to what he was doing. He licked up the side of Darks erection, then back down, taking it into his mouth and sucking. His eyes slid down to half lidded and he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the atmosphere or just instinctual to not get anything in his eye. He suddenly blushed at that thought, then became pale.

That's right. What would happen when...It had to go somewhere.

Dark noticed that Dannys actions had gotten more subdued, as if he was thinking about something. He had been doing so well before, in fact Dark had been about to come. The fact that something seemed to have suddenly distracted his younger self from what he was doing greatly frustrated him, in more ways than one. He suddenly pulled roughly on Danny's hair, making him whimper and his teeth scrape lightly on Darks cock. Dark hissed in a breath, thrusting into his mouth again, making him gag and wince more.

Danny closed his eyes completely, and when Dark was pulling away to thrust back into his mouth he sucked him hard. He heard the other man hiss, and felt his cock twitch in his mouth, before it was filled with cum.

His first instinct was to spit it out, it tasted disgusting, like someone had dumped a container of salt into mayonnaise. Before he could do it though Dark had pulled out and knelt down, holding his mouth shut with one hand while he held up a finger and waggled it at him.

"Ah-uh, you're going to swallow it. All of it. What would people say if they came back here and found a puddle of cum?" Dark scolded in an evil, teasing tone.

Danny tried to open his mouth, to spit it out and tell Dark what to do, but only succeeded in letting a little leak out of the side of his mouth. He couldn't keep this up for very long, he had to get it out. With an internal moan of horror he swallowed it, then swallowed again when he choked.

"That's a good boy," Dark said as Danny coughed, all four limbs on the ground now.

Danny looked up, tears in his eyes from lack of oxygen, "Y-you," he started, then coughed again and cleared his throat. His voice was gravely, probably from getting something, or somethings shoved down it, he mused. "I'm going to-"

His threat was cut off, probably in retrospect a good thing or else Dark would have probably raped him then and there, by Dark kneeling down, pushing up his chin, licking the trail of semen off his chin to his mouth, and while he was shocked, putting his tongue in his mouth. Dark devoured his mouth for a few moments before pulling back and licking his lips.

"Delicious." he said winking at him. "Don't worry, we'll do this again soon," he chuckled as he phased into the wall behind him, and Danny could only assume that he had turned invisible and flown away. Or he had just turned invisible and was stalking him again.

Sighing Danny got up, wiping his mouth and spitting a couple times before going back inside. His stomach rolled, not pleased with him at all. It was empty besides Darks ejaculate, and there was no way that could be good for him. He swallowed around the sudden increase of saliva that happened to him before he threw up.

"I don't want to throw up. I've thrown up more the last couple days than I have all year," Danny muttered to himself, then screamed in shock and jumped about three feet in the air when an arm fell around his shoulders.

"Whoah, Danny-" Tucker started but was interrupted by a hysterical Danny.

"Tucker! Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me! Don't do that! Never sneak up on me again!" Danny yelled, then he paused for a second and twitched, trying to calm himself. After a breath he started again, a little quieter, "What would you do if I accidentally shot you or something! I'm used to ghosts popping out of places. Humans don't need to start doing that too! Fuck, you scared me."

Tucker stared at him, startled. He hadn't expected Danny to literally scream when he had surprised him, or jump into the air like a frightened rabbit, and definitely not to start screaming at him about being startled. Especially with cussing. Danny never cussed. Sam was right, something was wrong, and something was getting wronger...more wrong?, as he watched.

"Man, you all right? You don't look too good?"

Danny could feel the color draining from his face. Yelling had definitely not been the smartest thing to do. It had put more pressure on his throat and gag reflex. Also when he had been scared shitless his entire body had tensed up, and his stomach was still clenched, causing it to spasm slightly. He swallowed once, twice...

His eyes flickered to the right, calculating the distance to the trash can, and how long it would take to get the lid off. He closed his eyes, fighting another wave of nausea. He knew as soon as he moved he would gag, and then inevitably hurl. Ignoring Tuckers distressed sounds he swayed to the right, his body picking up on the movement causing him to heave.

Snapping open his eyes, Danny brought a hand to his mouth, lunging at the trash can, throwing off the lid with another heave and leaned over it, gagging. His stomach clenching again, this time with more force, it caused him to finally puke. Looking down into the trash can from where he was leaning on it, it was mostly empty, he saw the white liquidy substance at the bottom. He heaved again, more of his stomach contents coming up. Danny continued this until his stomach was empty and he had grown a crowd of about fifteen people.

'Great,' he thought, spitting and shuddering at the horrid taste in his mouth, 'It's official. Worst school day ever.'

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