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It's rather late when Vlad finally returns home after a long day of town council meetings. As always, the house is empty, save for Maddie, who is loudly demanding to be given fresh food and not the stale kind he'd given her this morning. Vlad gets to work on his own dinner after giving Maddie hers, something quick and easy since he doesn’t have the energy for anything elaborate, and they eat together in their usual silence.
After he's done, he finally decides to check on the cameras he planted in the Fentonworks the last time he went there for dinner about a week ago. He fully expects to find all of them disabled, as Daniel has gotten rather efficient at finding them right after he leaves, so at this point he does it out of habit, just as a light exercise in vigilance. What's a few spy cameras between good friends, anyway.
As expected, when he checks the feeds there's no signal, except for when he switches to the one in Daniel's bedroom. For a few seconds he stares, dumbfounded, before his entire face bursts into color.
Daniel, for the lack of a better description, is getting railed.
The sight and the wet sounds alone are enough to fry any conscious thought he might’ve had before, but the image of Plasmius - two of them, fucking Daniel on both ends - is the final shot to the head, so to speak.
Vlad is startled into checking for mental links with his duplicates, in case he had any runaways he wasn't aware of, finding only one who is dutifully doing the cleaning up in the kitchen. Which means that either Daniel has managed to find two shapeshifters, or, more likely, those are his own duplicates, shifted to look like him. The implications send shivers down his spine, cock throbbing in the confines of his slacks as he watches the show hungrily.
Daniel is thrown over his bed, legs held high in the air by a metal frame; by the looks of it, he has gotten himself stuck into some sort of contraption, leaving him with his legs pinned to his body and his ass raised, held in the position by the Plasmius duplicates. The one at his ass up is gripping his hips, hard enough for its claws to draw blood, and fucking Daniel with fervorous intensity, punching little choked sounds out of him.
The other one grips Daniel's throat as it fucks it, sliding all the way in until Daniel gags and starts to choke. The duplicate doesn't pay it any mind, shoving in balls deep and holding it there, seemingly enjoying the way Daniel's throat must be convulsing around its cock. When it does let up, Daniel's voice comes out ruined, low and hoarse as he whines in time with Plasmius's brutal thrusts.
“Daddy, please,” he manages to get out before his mouth is stuffed, choking him off again.
Vlad has, in his weakest moments, considered doing just that, the idea of fucking him into submission being rather tempting at his lowest; it would've been so easy to pin Daniel down during a fight and tear his suit to pieces, explore his body with his tongue before licking him open and forcing his cock in. Or appear in his bedroom after midnight, cage him in his bed when he's warm and sleepy and defenseless, pliant and needy under his hands. Vlad's never actually intended to act on it, but the urge was there, growing stronger when the boy started giving him looks recently. Knowing that Daniel, apparently, entertains the same fantasies is invigorating.
“My word,” Vlad breathes as he watches Daniel writhe, unconsciously palming himself through his pants and pressing down hard against his bulge. “How did you hide this from me for so long…?”
After all, he knows from experience that a hard fucking like this requires some serious practice, but Daniel seems to be taking it like a champ. Not to mention the mental control it takes to hold the duplicates when one is being fucked senseless by said duplicates.
Unable to resist, he shifts into his ghost form and teleports.
Up close Vlad can see just how absolutely filthy Daniel is, covered in sweat and come; they have been going at it for quite a while, judging by the amount. Come sticks to the duplicate's hips as he slams in, frothing in thick strands, and the smell of sex and sweat is heavy in the air. Daniel doesn't show he's noticed his appearance, and the duplicates don't falter in their tempo when he gets closer.
There are still things his little badger doesn’t know about him, he thinks as he watches the duplicate slip out Daniel's ass easily once it's done, leaving Daniel whining at the emptiness. The duplicate looks at Daniel’s ass, gaped open and winking hungrily, before finally shifting its gaze to Vlad. It raises an eyebrow expectantly, before stepping away from Daniel and waving towards him invitingly. The brat seems to have gotten Vlad’s attitude down pat as well as his image. Mostly. Well, more fun for him to find out, he decides as he finally moves in between Daniel's thighs.
“Badger,” he hisses out, hands trailing down his sides, until they settle into fingerprint shaped bruises on his hips. His aching cock glides in as if it were a girl's cunt, wet and slick and eager, fluttering around him as he bottoms out. Daniel’s high pitched moan is muffled by the cock still crammed in his throat, and grows louder when Vlad slams into him in full force, not bothering with starting slow.
The other duplicate sits next to them, watching lazily as its hands wander across Daniel's body, and the experience is beyond bizarre. Not that Vlad has never done that before, but they aren't his; at the same time, they are him, and they're Daniel, so while it doesn't trigger his defensive instincts it does leave him with mixed feelings.
The contraption holding Daniel in place presses into his skin awkwardly when he tries to lean down, so he crushes the lock on the frame in one hand, warping and throwing it aside. Some semblance of thought returns to Daniel’s eyes, alerted, but Vlad doesn't give him the chance to do anything before he slips out and pulls him away from the other duplicate, wrangles him on his front with his chest pressed into the bed and ass raised high. Vlad pins him down by the neck, forcing his head into his pillow; the boy under him scrambles to accommodate, spreading his legs eagerly and pushing back, moaning as he wiggles his pert little ass. The position feels better, more natural; the animalistic part of his ghost releases a satisfied growl as Vlad feeds his cock back in, fucking into him with wet, obscene slaps.
“Keep your ass up, boy,” he growls, unable to tear his eyes away from the way that perfect ass sucks him in, the new angle allowing him to admire the dimples on Daniel's lower back and the shift of his muscles under the damp skin.
“Daddy,” Daniel sobs, arching his back and presenting himself beautifully. The name shoots through him, making him falter for a moment as he tries not to knot on the spot.
“Hungry for it, aren't you, dearest?” Vlad pants out, regaining his speed and really putting his back in.
Danny whines in agreement, trying to rock back to meet his thrusts. The duplicates get reabsorbed at some point, because Daniel can't keep the concentration needed with the way Vlad's plowing him; the thought is satisfying enough for him to double his efforts, until Daniel is loud under him, whining and moaning and wailing on his cock.
“You're mine, Daniel, you hear me? Mine.” Vlad growls in his ear, hips slamming his ass with enough force to shake the bed under them.
“Yours,” Daniel sobs out, the word coming out garbled and muffled in the pillow.
Vlad's hand leaves his neck so he can lower himself, pinning Daniel to the mattress with his whole weight. His teeth end up in Daniel's shoulder, making sure he can't wiggle away from him. Vlad allows gravity to make his thrusts come down harder, the deep slapping noise of his hips meeting Daniel's ass punctuated by high whines; the boy can’t even get enough air to moan properly anymore.
The knot at the base of his cock throbs urgently as it expands, tugging on the red, puffy rim with each thrust. His thighs burn from the strain, and he's so, so close.
Daniel jerks when the knot almost catches fully.
“What-” he manages to get out, voice hoarse and fucked out, until it flies into a squeal when Vlad slams his hips as deep as he can and lets himself knot.
Daniel flails underneath him, wailing at the sudden stretch that grinds harshly into his abused prostate; the feeling can be overwhelming at first, as Vlad intimately knows. He clenches his teeth harder, mind wiped blank with the intense pleasure of his orgasm; it's been a while since he's allowed himself to properly knot someone, and he rides the high of it as much as he possibly can, shooting thick ropes of come with each pulse and twitch of his cock. Once he can think again, he wraps his hand around Daniel's weeping cock, not surprised when he comes after a few tugs, still whimpering and squirming at the sudden pressure inside. Barely a few drops drip out over his fingers, but the boy still spasms on his knot, the silky walls twitching and milking every drop out of him, letting out another thin moan when Vlad’s hips shift again, trying to press even deeper. He's sure the boy's stomach is bulging slightly with the amount he's unloaded there.
“What is it?” Daniel asks after a minute or two, once he gathers his breath. His voice is utterly ruined.
“A knot,” Vlad says, and rolls his hips to emphasize his point. Daniel yelps.
“Holy shit,” Daniel wheezes out. Vlad shifts his weight so he's not crushing him too badly.
“Same vestige as the fangs and claws,” Vlad says. Not the best pillow talk he's ever had, but far from the worst. “You might get one, eventually.”
Danny turns his head to give him a mean side eye before dropping back down.
“Took you a while to appear,” he says, abruptly switching the topic. “I've been doing this the whole week waiting for you.”
“Work has kept me busy lately,” Vlad says, leaning down to trace his lips along the line of Daniel's nape. “I didn't know there was such a show waiting for me.”
“You were ignoring my hints, so I decided a demonstration would get the point across better,” Daniel sasses him as he cranes his neck to give Vlad more space to work with. Vlad, obligingly, licks the offered skin.
“Oh, you're made yourself crystal clear, my badger, don't you worry.” Vlad glides his tongue up his neck, until he reaches Daniel's ear, and whispers, “Daddy will make sure you're taken care of properly.”
Daniel's breath hitches, and then he squirms on his knot when two more Plasmiuses - his actual duplicates, this time - join them.
“You have five more minutes to rest before the tie breaks,” Vlad says, grinning at the way Daniel's blush returns in full bloom, and hears his heartbeat race in excitement. “I suggest you gather your strength, Daniel. You will need it.”