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claucksie answered: I have no idea I am really bad at prompts errm evilmindcontroledwhatev!Phantom and a normal Fenton Idk fly with the wind do what you want u_u

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Carnal Pt. 1
Warnings: Blood fetish
Pairings: Pitch Pearl

Danny leaped over the fence and landed in a crouch behind the barrier. The knife passed over his head, caught on his white hood for a split second, and then the green glow vanished and it fell to the gravel with a barely audible chink. Danny bared his teeth and hurled himself forward. Another glowing knife embedded itself in the dirt directly in front of him, and Danny swore, skidding across the gravel as he altered directions. This time his eyes locked on the exit between the tent flaps, and the boy forced his legs to pump faster, his lungs burning and his cloak fluttering behind him.

Of course they couldn’t allow him to escape that easily. Just as he reached the stands on either side of the exit, the next knife sliced through his cloak and tore through sinew. Danny’s scream mingled with the roar of the crowd. He grabbed his bicep and twisted on his heel, avoiding the knife that would have planted itself in his spine. His back collided with the stands. He spotted Phantom in his Reaper ‘guise, the ghost’s mouth, the only part of his face visible besides two glowing red eyes, stretched into a bemused smirk. Three knives floated around his head, green light glinting off their edges.

Danny cursed and shoved away from the wall. Two knives flew. They caught the loose material of his cloak and shirt, and Danny cried out as he was slammed against the hidden pillar a second time. Cold metal pressed against either side of his heaving ribs, persuading the human not to move. The last airborne knife embedded itself through his right pant leg and grazed the skin around his ankle. Danny hissed through his teeth.

Through the blood roaring in his ears, the boy heard their audience laughing and yelling for more. Phantom fingered the last knife he held in his hand, trailing his thumb along the tip as he considered Danny. The human glared back at him, panting for air.

“Surrender?”

“Fuck you!”

The audience screamed. Phantom’s smile grew. He tossed the knife into the air and caught it by its hilt. Danny clenched his eyes shut, already wincing.

Pain exploded across his neck, ripping a shout from the boy. As the knife tore the hood off his head and pinned it to the pillar, Danny’s hand, previously holding his bicep, flew to his neck. Blood gushed through his fingers, steaming in the frigid autumn air. Danny gasped and fought down a sob. He wasn’t going to die from this, was he? Oh god, he was. Phantom had finally decided to do him in, shit shit shit shit shiiiiiiit.

“I missed the artery.” Phantom’s boots crunched against the gravel as he stalked towards Danny, and the boy forced his eyes to meet his counterpart’s. Or he would have, if his other’s gaze hadn’t been trained on the red liquid seeping down Danny’s wrist. “Death isn’t a gift I’ll allow you to receive any time soon.”

A low murmur of approval passed along the audience, but Danny rolled his eyes. He had heard variations of that line too many times to feel anything but contempt for it. What was not part of the script, however, was Phantom pulling down his own black hood. An appreciative whistle sounded, and the human boy pouted. The white-haired menace that held the Goths enthralled frowned at Danny, his head slowly tilting to the side.

He dragged Fenton’s hand away from the gash on his neck. Before Danny could fully process the ghost’s intentions, his other half’s mouth sealed over the wound and he sucked. Blood tore through the damaged skin as it was forced out of Danny’s body, dragged from his veins like soda though a straw. The boy screamed, but the crowd positively roared. Danny thrashed against his other half, the knives against his ribs scratching his skin each time he moved. Phantom molded his body over Fenton’s to stop him, their hips held flush together. Now the wolf-whistles took on a different tone, one that made Danny’s ears burn and his body quake under Phantom’s.

The suction stopped for a moment as Phantom swallowed, started up again as he started drawing more blood into his mouth. The ghost’s incisors, sharpened into small fangs after he and Danny were split apart, pressed against the skin on either side of the incision, too dull to pierce the skin, but if Phantom bit down just a little harder…

Danny hissed. He threaded his free hand through Phantom’s white hair and yanked on the strands. The ghost wrapped his arm around Danny’s waist, holding himself in place, and dragged his tongue over the wound once, twice, before Danny managed to jerk his head away.

The boy glared into the demonic red eyes of his other half. His heart hammered against his chest, his lungs fighting for air. “What the hell are you doing?” he spat.

Phantom smiled, a thin layer of blood coating his teeth red. “Tasting.” He lifted Danny’s wrist to his lips and trailed his tongue along the inside of Danny’s wrist to his palm, lapping up blood and sweat. Danny stuttered a protest, but he couldn’t look away. Could only watch, wide-eyed, as Phantom continued his ministrations. Red eyes glanced up at him from under a shroud of hair, and he shivered, visibly biting his lip.

Phantom licked the webbing between Danny’s fingers clean, and the fingers unfolded almost of their own will. The ghost took the silent invitation and journeyed up the middle finger. When he reached the top he closed his lips around the tip, tongue folding around the appendage as he sucked. Danny inhaled sharply, his teeth piercing his lips and allowing a blood droplet to drip passed the skin.

Phantom’s eyes flashed. He abandoned the hand and surged forward, capturing Danny’s lips between his.

Fenton’s grip tightened on Phantom’s hair, but it was too late to stop him. A blood-covered tongue pressed against the self-inflicted wound, and before Danny could think better of it he opened his mouth and Phantom’s tongue slid inside. His knees weakened, and suddenly it was only Phantom’s weight and the knives holding him up against the pillar.

The crowd above them banged on their seats, hooting with laughter and hollering for the “light spirit’s” conversion to the dark. Danny tried calling Phantom’s name, but his tongue was too tangled up with his other half’s to form the syllables. He tugged on his white hair instead. Phantom groaned. He spread his power over them both and then they vanished in a puff of green smoke.

Description
claucksie answered: I have no idea I am really bad at prompts errm evilmindcontroledwhatev!Phantom and a normal Fenton Idk fly with the wind do what you want u_u

—-

Carnal Pt. 1
Warnings: Blood fetish
Pairings: Pitch Pearl

Danny leaped over the fence and landed in a crouch behind the barrier. The knife passed over his head, caught on his white hood for a split second, and then the green glow vanished and it fell to the gravel with a barely audible chink. Danny bared his teeth and hurled himself forward. Another glowing knife embedded itself in the dirt directly in front of him, and Danny swore, skidding across the gravel as he altered directions. This time his eyes locked on the exit between the tent flaps, and the boy forced his legs to pump faster, his lungs burning and his cloak fluttering behind him.

Of course they couldn’t allow him to escape that easily. Just as he reached the stands on either side of the exit, the next knife sliced through his cloak and tore through sinew. Danny’s scream mingled with the roar of the crowd. He grabbed his bicep and twisted on his heel, avoiding the knife that would have planted itself in his spine. His back collided with the stands. He spotted Phantom in his Reaper ‘guise, the ghost’s mouth, the only part of his face visible besides two glowing red eyes, stretched into a bemused smirk. Three knives floated around his head, green light glinting off their edges.

Danny cursed and shoved away from the wall. Two knives flew. They caught the loose material of his cloak and shirt, and Danny cried out as he was slammed against the hidden pillar a second time. Cold metal pressed against either side of his heaving ribs, persuading the human not to move. The last airborne knife embedded itself through his right pant leg and grazed the skin around his ankle. Danny hissed through his teeth.

Through the blood roaring in his ears, the boy heard their audience laughing and yelling for more. Phantom fingered the last knife he held in his hand, trailing his thumb along the tip as he considered Danny. The human glared back at him, panting for air.

“Surrender?”

“Fuck you!”

The audience screamed. Phantom’s smile grew. He tossed the knife into the air and caught it by its hilt. Danny clenched his eyes shut, already wincing.

Pain exploded across his neck, ripping a shout from the boy. As the knife tore the hood off his head and pinned it to the pillar, Danny’s hand, previously holding his bicep, flew to his neck. Blood gushed through his fingers, steaming in the frigid autumn air. Danny gasped and fought down a sob. He wasn’t going to die from this, was he? Oh god, he was. Phantom had finally decided to do him in, shit shit shit shit shiiiiiiit.

“I missed the artery.” Phantom’s boots crunched against the gravel as he stalked towards Danny, and the boy forced his eyes to meet his counterpart’s. Or he would have, if his other’s gaze hadn’t been trained on the red liquid seeping down Danny’s wrist. “Death isn’t a gift I’ll allow you to receive any time soon.”

A low murmur of approval passed along the audience, but Danny rolled his eyes. He had heard variations of that line too many times to feel anything but contempt for it. What was not part of the script, however, was Phantom pulling down his own black hood. An appreciative whistle sounded, and the human boy pouted. The white-haired menace that held the Goths enthralled frowned at Danny, his head slowly tilting to the side.

He dragged Fenton’s hand away from the gash on his neck. Before Danny could fully process the ghost’s intentions, his other half’s mouth sealed over the wound and he sucked. Blood tore through the damaged skin as it was forced out of Danny’s body, dragged from his veins like soda though a straw. The boy screamed, but the crowd positively roared. Danny thrashed against his other half, the knives against his ribs scratching his skin each time he moved. Phantom molded his body over Fenton’s to stop him, their hips held flush together. Now the wolf-whistles took on a different tone, one that made Danny’s ears burn and his body quake under Phantom’s.

The suction stopped for a moment as Phantom swallowed, started up again as he started drawing more blood into his mouth. The ghost’s incisors, sharpened into small fangs after he and Danny were split apart, pressed against the skin on either side of the incision, too dull to pierce the skin, but if Phantom bit down just a little harder…

Danny hissed. He threaded his free hand through Phantom’s white hair and yanked on the strands. The ghost wrapped his arm around Danny’s waist, holding himself in place, and dragged his tongue over the wound once, twice, before Danny managed to jerk his head away.

The boy glared into the demonic red eyes of his other half. His heart hammered against his chest, his lungs fighting for air. “What the hell are you doing?” he spat.

Phantom smiled, a thin layer of blood coating his teeth red. “Tasting.” He lifted Danny’s wrist to his lips and trailed his tongue along the inside of Danny’s wrist to his palm, lapping up blood and sweat. Danny stuttered a protest, but he couldn’t look away. Could only watch, wide-eyed, as Phantom continued his ministrations. Red eyes glanced up at him from under a shroud of hair, and he shivered, visibly biting his lip.

Phantom licked the webbing between Danny’s fingers clean, and the fingers unfolded almost of their own will. The ghost took the silent invitation and journeyed up the middle finger. When he reached the top he closed his lips around the tip, tongue folding around the appendage as he sucked. Danny inhaled sharply, his teeth piercing his lips and allowing a blood droplet to drip passed the skin.

Phantom’s eyes flashed. He abandoned the hand and surged forward, capturing Danny’s lips between his.

Fenton’s grip tightened on Phantom’s hair, but it was too late to stop him. A blood-covered tongue pressed against the self-inflicted wound, and before Danny could think better of it he opened his mouth and Phantom’s tongue slid inside. His knees weakened, and suddenly it was only Phantom’s weight and the knives holding him up against the pillar.

The crowd above them banged on their seats, hooting with laughter and hollering for the “light spirit’s” conversion to the dark. Danny tried calling Phantom’s name, but his tongue was too tangled up with his other half’s to form the syllables. He tugged on his white hair instead. Phantom groaned. He spread his power over them both and then they vanished in a puff of green smoke.