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Warning: This is part two. Follow the description to part one for the first half.

Vlad raised an eyebrow. "Did I tell you to stop?'

The white-haired teen frowned. Vlad wanted them to kiss all throughout…The boy returned his attention to Danny, who was panting as his gaze switched between his and Vlad's. After a second, Phantom's lips lifted in a smile again. That's not a problem…

Danny's eyes widened as he noticed the expression. "Phantom, wait, I need to catch my—"

Phantom kissed the side of Danny's mouth—startling the boy a moment—and then dipped his head forward, nipping at the neglected side of his neck.

"—breath," he exhaled shakily. Phantom chuckled and then sucked on a spot below his jaw. The human moaned a sigh and angled his head away, silently urging him to continue. The ghost was more than happy to do so—Danny's heated skin had become like an addiction he needed to feel against his lips—and trailed a line of open-mouth kisses up to Danny's ear, delighting in the shivers and sighs he drew from his original.

Phantom released Danny's jeans and slid his hand under his white t-shirt, gloved fingers dancing across bare skin. He felt it quiver beneath his fingertips, either in pleasure or in response to his cold touch. Humming almost thoughtfully against Danny's ear, Phantom followed the downward curve of the hybrid's spine until his fingers traced along his jean's waistband, slipping beneath to caress untouched skin.

Danny stiffened, and Phantom quickly removed his hand. The last thing he wanted was for Danny to become unresponsive again.

The hybrid shifted on his feet, the back muscles under Phantom's palm still tense. "I—"

"It's considered bad manners to ignore your partner's needs, Daniel," Vlad said, startling both boys. "Surely you aren't going to make Phantom do all the work…or do you prefer to just stand there and take it?"

Danny tensed further, but before Phantom had a chance to react, the boy uncurled his fists and stroked his hands along the clone's chest, caressing the hardened muscles with massage-level pressure. It was Phantom's turn to stiffen, although more in surprise than anything.

Once the shock wore off, the clone had to fight back an embarrassingly loud moan as he leaned into Danny's touch. The boy's warm hands felt amazing against his chilled skin, even with a hazmat suit separating the two. It was something no duplicate could imitate, and Phantom's core thrummed in excitement as realization fully struck. This wasn't some copy pretending to be Danny. The boy he held in his hands was the real thing, right down to his naïve outlook and his stubborn refusal to give up on him..

A shaky breath escaped his mouth, breezing against the sensitive skin behind Danny's ear. The human's fingers twitched before curling inwards. Dull fingernails dug lightly into the jumpsuit as Danny traced the grooves of first Phantom's Pecs and then his abdominals, unintentionally teasing the ghost with the provocative strokes.

The clone slid his arm around Danny's bare waist and closed his hand around his side, bracing the boy's lower half. Without wasting another second, he rolled his hips forward, grinding his erection against the bulge in Danny's pants.

The human teenager gasped. His hands dropped to Phantom's hips, and when the clone repeated the motion, his fingers clenched, digging into his sides. "Wait!"

Phantom drove his hips forward again, rubbing harshly against Danny's heated crotch. The blue-eyed boy bit back a moan, but couldn't stop himself from thrusting his own hips against his clone's a couple times. Once he realized what he was doing, he gasped and forced Phantom's waist an inch or two away from his own.

The ghost fought against his restraint, but his thrusts merely grazed the hardness trapped inside Danny's pants. Phantom growled and tightened his arm around Danny's waist, pulling the boy's lower half to his instead. Nuzzling the human's neck, he resumed rocking their hips together at a slow pace.

"N-no!" Danny's hands tried to hold their hips apart again, but this time Phantom clutched the human to him, not allowing a second break in their movements. "Wait! J-just—" The clone bit into Danny's neck, and the boy's hips reflexively jerked against his. "Ahhh!"

Phantom sucked harshly on the skin a moment before he pulled back, flicking his tongue over the sore to sooth it. "Quit fighting this," he said, voice two tones deeper than usual, "or I'll do it the other way."

"What other—"

Phantom's hand slipped beneath Danny's jeans and boxers and followed the slow curve of the human's hip bone to his thigh, pressure increasing as his fingers journeyed over the naked skin. The human stiffened, and Phantom imagined those sky blue eyes opening to their widest extent. The thought brought a grin to the ghost's face.

Wanting to tease the inexperienced boy further, he allowed his palm to massage the tensed leg muscle. Fingers curved to caress his inner thigh, their touch soft at first but growing firmer and more prominent as Phantom's hand slowly traveled up Danny's leg. Already he could feel the teenager's stiff erection against his wrist, but before he could do more than brush against it, Danny released his hips and snatched his forearm, holding his hand still.

"All right, all right!" he shouted. "I get it! J-just get your hand out of there!"

Phantom smirked. "Are you sure? Maybe we should try both to see which way you prefer…" To demonstrate, he twisted his wrist and brushed his fingertips along the hardened length's underside, his own twitching when he registered how much hotter it was than the rest of Danny.

"I-I'm sure, damn it!" Danny yelled, his voice hitching. He tugged on the clone's arm, but Phantom continued to explore his cock, his teasingly light touch wrenching an ashamed whimper from Danny as his hips thrust into the ghost's hand. "V-Vlad said not to d-do it this way!"

"Oh, I'm sure I could make an exception," Vlad said, sounding as smug as Phantom felt. "Provided you return the favor to my son. It would only be fair to help him find his own release, hmm?"

Just the thought of Danny's warm hand wrapped around his length made Phantom groan in anticipation, even more so when he envisioned a different warmth enveloping his cock. But in contrast, he could feel small tremors coursing through Danny's body, hear the boy's shaky breaths, and see the barely concealed fear behind his blue-eyed glare.

Of their two original options, grinding would better allow Danny to lose himself and help him forget that his archenemy was watching him humiliate himself. A hand job was far more intimate, and Phantom suspected that even though they shared the same duplicating abilities, no one but Danny's own hand had ever touched that part of him. It was all too much, too fast for the hybrid.

Phantom sighed. He's too inexperienced… he told himself, sliding his hand out of Danny's jeans. A hand job from him would be wonderful but also painfully unsatisfying…which would have made it even more pleasurable…No, stop thinking about it!

The clone scowled and turned his head away from the hybrids. Oddly, he felt his disappointment lessen when Danny relaxed in his arms. He took a deep breath and shoved his thoughts aside. "You better help this time," he muttered, placing his hand over Danny's hip bone again.

The boy hesitated. After a moment, he wrapped his arms around Phantom's waist and buried his face in the joint between the ghost's neck and shoulder. "This…doesn't leave the cage…got it?"

As he spoke, his warm breath caressed Phantom's chilled skin. The ghost shivered. "Let's…just get out of the cage first. We can wonder about what happens next once we're free."

Phantom expected the young hero to push for a promise or make a clichéd complaint about how Phantom 'would never be free' unless he turned his back on his father, but Danny instead shifted slightly on his feet, took a deep breath, and then rolled his hips against his clone's. The ghost hissed in surprise, fingers clenching around Danny's hip bone. He felt the boy smirk against his neck, but it didn't stop him from thrusting back against him, drawing a quiet moan from the human.

Phantom ground their erections together again, slow and deliberate. The boy's arms tightened around his waist, hips jerking messily. A couple more hip grinds from Phantom, and Danny groaned as the tenuous grip on his restraint finally broke. The boy drove his hips forward in rapid succession, urging Phantom to rock with Danny's erratic thrusts.

The clone buried his face in Danny's warm neck, panting cold breaths against the heated skin as he met and encouraged the human's frantic speed. In a moment, he'd show Danny a better way to maximize friction, but for now he reveled in the lust he'd briefly freed from his original's restraint.

Small sounds escaped Danny in time with their thrusts, but Phantom could tell by his increasing speed that the hybrid wanted more. Phantom unwrapped his arm from around Danny's waist and settled both hands on his hip bones, forcing him to slow down. The boy whimpered and fought against his control.

"S-stop," Phantom ordered. He guided Danny's hips to his and ground them together with enough force to rock his partner's back. Danny moaned deeply, Phantom almost doing the same. "Deep…deep thrusts." He moved Danny's hips backwards and then brought them to his again, grinding when they connected. "Build—ahhh—a rhythm." He repeated the motions until he felt Danny moving on his own, maintaining the rhythm. "That's it…" he breathed in his ear.

Steadily, he drove his hips faster against his partner's, subtly guiding him into a faster pace. Phantom slipped a hand under the human's shirt and ran his fingers over Danny's back, loving the way his muscles flexed under his fingertips with each thrust. The human teenager mumbled something unintelligible and then swept his own hands over Phantom's shifting back muscles. Warm palms stroked the muscles as they flexed, fingers gradually inching downwards towards the ghost's backside.

Maybe not so innocent, Phantom thought, amused. He released Danny's other hip and grabbed a fistful of black hair, forcing the boy's head back. Danny swore, but before he could form any other kind of protest, Phantom slammed their lips together. A particularly hard grind from Phantom, and Danny's mouth parted as he cried out, allowing the ghost to swoop his tongue inside. He stroked the roof of his mouth before he engaged Danny's tongue, the two muscles thrusting and rubbing against each other not unlike the boys' erections. They broke apart, panting into each others' mouths, and then sealed their lips together again, moans and saliva exchanged in equal amounts.

"Exciting as all this is," Vlad said over the smacking of their lips, "let's not forget the reason you two are even in there. Collecting a sample from Daniel will be quite difficult if he's fully clothed, Phantom."

It took a second for Vlad's words to register, but once they did, Phantom seized the hem of Danny's shirt and lifted it up, eager to see his original's chest. Would it be as toned as his? Less so? Did he have any scars? Were they similar to Phantom's? How much did they actually look alike under all their clothing?

His wrist bumped against the chain binding them, producing a chinking sound as the metal links bounced off each other. The clone paused and frowned at Danny's collar. There was no way he could get Danny's shirt off with that in the way. Not without ghost powers…or without ripping it…

Before he could plot further against the shirt, warm fingers settled on his neck just below his own collar. Phantom jerked in surprise, but Danny didn't seem to notice or care. He pulled the zipper of Phantom's hazmat suit down, the one-piece costume parting to reveal his chest. Phantom shifted uneasily on his feet and opened his mouth to protest—they didn't need him naked—but froze when Danny bent forward and pressed warm lips to his collarbone.

Phantom's mouth closed and then opened again, but no words came out. The…kiss felt far more tender than anything he or his doppelgangers had done…

The dull zip of the fastener returned Phantom's attention to Danny just as the zipper's path ended above his crotch. Danny's hands returned to his chest, and Phantom sighed at the skin-on-skin contact. The ghost leaned into the hybrid's hands and allowed him to slide the suit off his shoulders, assisting by rolling them out of the material. The suit fell around his waist, and Phantom shoved it the rest of the way down, stepping out and then kicking it aside.

Returning his gaze to Danny, he found the human's eyes roving his body, admiring the muscles that shaped his torso. Unlike his ghost powers, Phantom had strengthened and developed his muscles through hard work and training, and while the body structure Danny's DNA had given him would never allow him to be as buff as Plasmius, Phantom was proud of his physique. Although a little nervous of showing it off to the boy he'd been crushing on, Phantom couldn't help the satisfied smirk that crossed his lips when he saw Danny's fingers twitch.

Blue eyes traveled further down to Phantom's black boxers and locked on the erect tent straining the material. Danny flushed, averting his eyes. His gaze fell on the white lettering printed across the waistband, and he raised an eyebrow, lips twitching.

"Dalv Co.?" he questioned, half incredulous, half amused. "Is that like some sort of property claim?"

Phantom frowned before a thought occurred to him and his lips lifted in another smile. "Perhaps…" He grabbed Danny's jeans and pulled the human's lower half to his once more, his gloveless fingers fumbling slightly with the unfamiliar button as he whispered into the other boy's ear, "If you don't like it, take them off."

"Um, n-no, th-they're…"He swallowed and rested his hands on Phantom's forearms. "They're fine…"

Phantom grinned. "Chicken," he teased. The button finally slipped out of the hole, and the ghost moved on to the zipper, slowly sliding it down Danny's crotch. The boy shivered, his fingers tightening around Phantom's wrists. "Just so you know, if your dad's face is printed anywhere on your boxers, they're coming off."

Danny laughed, but the shaky quality of his voice conveyed his unease. "G-good thing I'm not wearing those then."

Phantom raised an eyebrow. Did…that mean he actually had a pair like that? The ghost shook his head, shoving thoughts of Jack Fenton out of his mind. "Whatever." He hooked his fingers in the jean's pockets and shoved the cumbersome piece of clothing down, surprised but pleased when Danny wiggled his hips to help ease them off.

The jeans pooled around Danny's ankles, stopped by the shoes the human wore. Phantom watched, amused, as the boy hastily tried to kick off both, shuffling unsteadily to the where point he almost unbalanced. The ghost's eyes lowered to the dark blue boxers covering his hips, drinking in the site of Danny's clothed erection. Flimsy cotton pulled tight over the protrusion, the only thing concealing Danny's hard-on from Phantom's hungry gaze.

A logo near the crotch caught his attention, and Phantom couldn't keep a pleading tone out of his voice as he said, "Please tell me that 'A' inside a circle is something Fenton related."

"What? Dude!" Danny's movements became more frenzied, and the boy growled as his shoes refused to slip out of his pant legs. "How can you not know about the Avengers? They're only the best superhero team—" His foot suddenly escaped the denim, and Danny gasped, thrown off balance. Phantom quickly lifted his arms, catching the boy with a grunt as he fell against his chest. "—ever."

Hot breath bathed his chest as the human panted, and the ghost allowed his eyes to close, his arms tightening around Danny's waist. He bent his head down and said in his ear, "The only superhero I care about is the one I was cloned from."

Danny shifted against him, regaining his balance, but he didn't push away from his chest. "Is that why you hate me? B-because a scientist tried cloning one of the Avengers one time, and the clone was all pretty much like, 'Wah, I'm a nobody, I hate this wacky science dude for creating me, I want to kill the dude I was cloned from so I can take his place, mwahaha' and then the other avengers had to—"

Phantom bit the shell of Danny's ear, and the boy's rambling ended in a hiss. "There's a fine line between love and hate, Danny." He walked forward and stepped onto the boy's jeans, forcing Danny to step backwards on his freed foot. "In a second, that line will blur for you too."

The human frowned at him. Before he had a chance to question him, Phantom stepped forward on his other foot. Danny tried to step back too, but his shoe caught on the jeans Phantom's weight held in place, and he was forced to awkwardly jump back on his bare foot instead, the jump allowing his other foot to pull free of his shoe and pants. Danny yelped and quickly threw his arms around Phantom's neck, the ghost his only form of support.

Without any balance to fight back, the human soon found himself shoved against a clear wall with enough force to rip a grunt from his throat. Phantom wedged the side of his hip between Danny's thighs, forcing his legs apart. Unable to wait any longer, he drove their nearly naked erections together, the hardened lengths grinding almost painfully. Both boys moaned, and Danny rocked his hips forward, urging Phantom to do it again.

The ghost buried his face in Danny's neck and then shoved his hips against the other boy's, the force of his thrust pinning Danny's lower half to the wall. The human tightened his arms around Phantom's neck, groaning when the clone repeated the powerful grind. Again and again, Phantom rocked his hips against his partner's, thrusting harder with each hip grind. Danny panted heavily, gasping for breath as he met Phantom's pace the best he could. Each pleasured sound he wrestled from Danny fueled the ghost's lust, driving him to go faster.

But he wanted more. Phantom grabbed the bottom of Danny's thighs and lifted the human higher up the wall. The startled gasp in his ear went unheeded as the ghost closed the warm thighs around his waist and stepped closer, effectively pinning the boy between the wall and his hips. Danny stuttered a protest, uncomfortable with the ghost holding all his weight, but then Phantom picked up where he'd left off, grinding into Danny's fully exposed crotch.

The human boy's breath stuttered, protests dying on his lips. Phantom drove his erection against Danny's again, the hybrid's slightly higher elevation and the wall's firm support allowing deep, powerful strokes that had both teenagers moaning. Again, Phantom thrust forward, and Danny's bare thighs pinched Phantom's waist, the boy inhaling sharply through his teeth. He wrapped his legs around the ghost's hips and used his leverage to grind Phantom's lower half against his, groaning deeply in pleasure.

The clone grinned, a giddy sort of elation overcoming him, and resumed thrusting into the space between Danny's thighs. The boy rocked with him, moaning in his ear and urging him with his hips to go faster. Phantom responded eagerly, grinding Danny against the glass, and the human arched his back, head thrown back as he gasped for breath.

Cold breaths licked the abused skin of Danny's neck a moment as the ghost panted. A second later, Phantom sealed his mouth over the human's vein and bit harshly at the same time he thrust his hips forward. Danny bit back a cry, his arms and legs clamping around the other boy. Phantom grinned and licked the hot blood off Danny's throat.

Vlad chuckled, the sudden sound from his father throwing Phantom's rhythm off before an impatient hip grind from Danny got him moving again. "Quite the vocal one isn't he?" the older hybrid mused, a note in his voice that set the ghost's instincts on edge. "A shame you'll only have him this once."

Phantom's hands tightened around Danny's thighs. The ectoplasm passively rushing through his veins became charged, itching to be used, and Phantom bit his lip hard enough to allow a drop to escape onto the skin.

Without any warning, the ghost hooked his arms under Danny's rear and stepped backwards, carrying the boy away from the wall. Danny gasped, his legs tightening around the clone's waist, and Phantom paused a moment to press his lips to the human's throat. The next second, he spun them around and dropped to his knees, the sudden fall scaring a curse from Danny. Chuckling, Phantom bent at the waist and lowered his partner to the floor.

As soon as his back touched the cold stone, Danny shivered and clung to the ghost. After a few seconds, he loosened the chokehold grip on his neck and allowed himself to spread out over the ground, arms sliding down until his hands caught on the clone's shoulders. He unhooked his legs and dropped his feet to the floor, knees bent and brushing the ghost's hips.

Phantom braced his forearms on either side of Danny's head and smiled down at him, white hair brushing the human teenager's forehead. "You ready?"

Danny blinked and shifted under the ghost, a little unnerved by their new position. He glanced at the ghost's crotch hovering over his own and then quickly jerked his gaze back up, flushing as his hormone-fueled mind no doubt drew parallels. "Umm…"

"Good." Phantom lowered his body onto Danny's, settling between the boy's open thighs. As soon as the human's heated member pressed against his groin again, a dull ache in the ghost's abdomen eased, and he sighed in relief.

Making a mental note not to separate for that long again, Phantom tangled one hand through Danny's pitch black hair and then thrust his hips into the bottom boy's crotch. The human moaned, his eyes half-closing as he relaxed and rolled his own hips up against Phantom's, familiar with the motions of grinding by now.

The clone smiled and then rubbed his erection against Danny in a steady rhythm, rocking his whole body over the other boy's with each thrust. A waste of energy perhaps, but the full-body thrusts made sky blue eyes lock on his, and Danny stared, hypnotized, as Phantom slid up and down his body, white bangs swaying in front of green eyes with his movements.

A pink tongue darted out to wet the hybrid's lips, and Phantom grinned, giddy elation returning. He picked up the speed of his thrusts, pushing Danny to match him, and brought one arm to his chest before sliding his hand under the human's white t-shirt, caressing his heaving stomach muscles. The boy groaned and lifted his chin, unknowingly exposing his neck…or perhaps on purpose.

Whatever the reason, Phantom jumped on the opportunity and sunk his teeth into Danny's neck. Blue eyes pinched shut as Danny arched into him, fingers clenching around the ghost's shoulders as the boy cried out Phantom's name. The clone lifted his eyes and glared at his father, the burning sensation in his core leaping to the surface and causing his eyes to flash brightly in warning. Plasmius raised an eyebrow, frowning.

"Would you forget about him and focus please?" Danny growled, thrusting impatiently against the ghost's still hips.

Instinctively, Phantom returned the thrust, and Danny laid his head back, moaning in relief. The ghost laughed, the unnatural glow in his eyes fading. He resumed his fast pace and said into Danny's ear, "If you want it, do something worthy of my attention."

The boy grumbled something unintelligible and then threaded his fingers through the ghost's white hair, his other hand trailing down Phantom's back, fingertips tracing along his spine. The clone shivered, loving the warm touch against his bare skin. He returned his mouth to Danny's neck and trailed a line of open-mouth kisses up the column of the human's throat, feeling the skin vibrate under his lips with each gasp Danny made.

The hybrid crossed a leg loosely over the back of Phantom's thigh and stretched it out before bending it at the knees and pulling it back in, stroking the bare skin between the ghost's boxers and his inner knee. Phantom swore and dropped his face into the hollow of Danny's neck again, grinding his straining erection faster against Danny's. The human moaned and matched his pace

The ghost panted heavily, cold breath gusting across Danny's ear and lifting black strands out of the way. He could feel the burning pressure in his lower abdomen tightening with each thrust, just out of reach, and judging by the small catches in Danny's gasps and the way his abs twitched irregularly under Phantom's fingertips, the human wasn't far behind.

Vlad's voice caught the clone's ear, and his hips faltered slightly. He lifted his eyes, but before he could meet his father's gaze, Danny bit into his neck, sucking harshly on the sensitive skin. Phantom cried out in pleasure, his eyes pinching shut. He drove his hips rapidly against Danny's, the tight pressure tightening and tightening until his orgasm crested. It crashed through Phantom's system like a hurricane bursting through flood gates, sending wave after wave of pleasure to all the receptors in his body, and Phantom clenched his jaw shut, muffling his shout as his hips jerked erratically.

Soon after (anywhere between a few seconds or minutes later; the ghost was a bit foggy on the passage of time) Danny released a breathless cry against Phantom's ear. It pierced the clone's ear canal and claimed permanent residence in his memory banks, already echoing dimly in his head.

It took a few minutes for the ghost to regain awareness. He held himself above the gasping human on unsteady elbows, his fingers still twitching from the force of his orgasm. His head hung over Danny's shoulder, his harsh pants breezing across the boy's favorite t-shirt. A tingly sensation still lingered, tickling his nerves with remembered pleasured, and Phantom grinned, a non-ghost related light shining in his eyes. He lowered himself onto Danny, careful not to obstruct the boy's heavy breathing. For a moment, he basked in the hybrid's warmth, dropping his head to kiss the boy's shoulder.

A soft knock made him jerk his head up. He looked at Vlad's empty chair before moving his gaze over to the double-doors where his father held the nearly invisible cage opening ajar. The older hybrid smirked at him and then sent a key and a Petri dish skidding across the floor. The objects stopped just within arm's reach. Phantom stared at them, euphoria disappearing, replaced by a cold feeling of dread Danny's warm body couldn't dispel.

In a detached daze, Phantom pushed himself off Danny and settled his knees between the boy's legs. He grabbed the key off the ground and used his other hand to search for the keyhole on his collar, inserting the key when he found it and then twisting his wrist. The collar popped open, and Phantom hurriedly caught it before it could land on the dazed human. He didn't want Danny fighting against them now.

Setting the key and the collar aside for Danny, the ghost picked up the Petri dish and stared at it a moment before his eyes lowered to Danny's boxers. A wet spot was spreading over his crotch were his erection used to, but the majority of his cum had escaped the cotton-trap of his boxers and was running down his left inner thigh.

Phantom wet his lips. He looked back up at Danny's face and noticed his eyes fluttering open. There was no way Phantom could collect the sample without dragging the boy out of his orgasm-induced stupor, so…

The ghost took a deep breath and then leaned over the human, bracing a hand beside his head to hold him steady. Just as blue eyes opened, Phantom caught Danny's lips between his and massaged the crease with his tongue, pulling a quiet moan from the drowsy boy, eyes once more closing. After a few seconds, the human's mouth parted, and the ghost swept his tongue inside, brushing the other boy's until it lifted and twined slowly with his.

Danny suitably distracted, Phantom lowered his hand to his leg and scraped the Petri dish along the inside of Danny's thigh. The skin twitched under the plastic, and Phantom tilted his head, deepening the kiss. The human sighed and looped his arms around Phantom's neck, pulling him down at the same time he started to sit forward, their chests connecting. One hand reached down to trace Phantom's bare back, fingers dancing across the sweat coating his skin, and the clone shivered in delight.

Having to track the liquid by touch, the ghost's fingers quickly became coated with Danny's cum as he continued scraping the liquid into the Petri dish. Danny's fingers threaded through his white hair again, teasing his scalp, and Phantom sighed, allowing his eyes to close all the way. He used his weight to push the boy back down to the floor and then settled over his chest, holding him down. Their tongues twisted and stroked one another, the boys savoring the feel and taste of each other.

Vlad cleared his throat, and Phantom forced his eyes open again. He broke off the kiss, his lips wet and oddly chilled as they separated from Danny's. Hot and cold breaths mixed over their lips as he stared into his original's blue eyes, the ghost prolonging the moment as long as he dared. An unpleasant sensation took root in his stomach, and suddenly all he wanted was to get away. He rocked back on his heels and stood up. Quickly and without looking back, Phantom marched across the cage to his father, his eyes trained on the floor.

As soon as he stepped out of the cage, a heavy material settled around his shoulders. Phantom's eyes jerked up to his father's face, gaping a bit when he saw the older man smile proudly at him—or as proudly as the man got when he wasn't talking about Daniel or Maddie.

"Well done, my boy." He plucked the Petri dish from Phantom's hand, inspecting the contents. "It appears you got most of it. Excellent."He strolled towards the double doors, not bothering to look back to see if Phantom was following.

Biting his lip, the clone quickly trailed after him. He pinched Plasmius's cape around his half-naked form, but still he felt Danny's eyes on his back. He squared his shoulders, fighting the instinct to look back.

"W-wait…"

At the small order—more like a request really—Phantom's legs froze up. Don't look back, he thought, breathing deep. Don't look back.

"Come along, son," Vlad called, already standing outside the door way.

Phantom swallowed and forced his legs to walk forward again. It was uncomfortable, what with his own cum staining his boxers and dripping down his thighs, but he needed out of there and he was too shaken to simply fly. He heard shuffling behind him, but still he didn't look back.

Had he a heart, it would have been pounding by the time he crossed the threshold and stepped out of the room. He turned to his father, staring at his feet as the doors started to close.

"Phantom."

It was firmer this time, and Phantom's eyes lifted and met the sky blue pair across the room. Danny stood up and braced his palms on the glass wall. The empty collar swung unclasped in front of the red oval on his t-shirt, a few drops of cum sliding uncontested down his thigh. His lips were slightly swollen, a faint blush staining his cheeks. The hybrid opened his mouth, only for the doors to boom shut before Phantom could hear him.

The clone dropped his gaze to Vlad's boots again, the hollow feeling in his gut spreading until it felt like he would be sick. I shouldn't have looked back.