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Danny doesn't try to be a pain in the ass. Really. He would love it if he could just go through one whole day without having to struggle against a ghost that's taken insult at something he did, or having to deal with someone else's mess. Or, as he's found himself today, stuck in Walker's prison again because of some stupid small rule that no one in their right mind would think about.
Sure, maybe he'd mouthed off to the cop trying to arrest him. And maybe he'd gotten a little aggressive with them. But who the hell could blame him? And it's not like he'd done anything more violent than usual.
He definitely doesn't think it's something bad enough to warrant being put in the high security section of the prison. He's positive it's just Walker on one of his power trips, and in no time he'll be dragged off to talk to the big bastard face to face. He's really not looking forward to that.
At least this time he has a roomie. Wulf has been snoring away on the upper bunk, his long tail occasionally falling into view and wagging hard. It makes him feel a little bit better, knowing that even if people try to start shit he's got someone strong on his side. ...Well, probably more "when" than "if" with his luck. But he'll deal with that when it happens.
He could probably enjoy this brief minute or two of relaxation before he has to escape, if not for...a very glaring issue that he's trying his best to ignore.
Danny went through presentation just before the accident. He hasn't really had all that much time to be fussed about it, because of the. Accident. And ghosts and fighting villains and such. And several almost world-ending threats. He hadn't even gone into heat until very recently, because of all the stress and probably after effects of literally half dying.
But now he's here. An omega in a prison filled with the most aggressive people who all hate his guts, and he knows he's uncomfortably close to another heat.
He doesn't know if ghosts have the same kind of presentation issues that humans do, and he doesn't want to find out.
He groans loudly and covers his face. Immediately there's shifting above him and Wulf looks over the edge of the cot. He looks kind of hilarious actually, fur sticking out in all directions and eyes still a little unfocused from sleep.
"Amico?" He says, tilting his head to one side. Danny just sighs and forces a small smile, reaching up to pat his snout.
"I'm fine Wulf. Wanna get outta here and go home before dinner is all."
"Kiel mi pov-as helpi?" Wulf leaps down off the bed and lands on the floor, looking Danny over. Danny's Esperanto has gotten a little better over time, so he can pick out more individual words.
"Ehh..I don't know, I don't exactly have a plan...But then again, I pretty much never do." He laughs a bit and Wulf chuckles low.
"...Vi odoras malsaman, amico." Wulf says after a moment, before pressing his snout to Danny's neck. Danny yelps a little at the sudden cold and wet, and only after looking at Wulf's face does he realize what just happened. "Vi-"
"Nope! Nope I'm fine, I'm totally fine!" Danny says, scooting away a little bit from Wulf. He can feel his blush trailing up his skin and groans inwardly. His emotions are always so frustratingly strong in ghost form. It's like absolutely everything is at max level all the damn time. Wulf's expression is a little muddied by being a dog, but Danny knows him well enough to be able to tell anyhow. "I mean it."
Yeah it's no surprise that didn't work. Wulf isn't stupid no matter how often he pretends to just be a dumb dog in front of humans. But he's also the best, because instead of pushing and prodding like other people might he just nods and leans over to lick Danny's cheek, making him laugh. He's literally the best. Danny would be way more panicked if he had to room with anyone else.
Of course, the main thing about the prison is that there's no way for you to stay in the same room the entire time. Danny usually doesn't mind this because it's a lot better to be able to walk and stretch his legs, but it’s obvious to him that his head is starting properly. He's never been able to explain it in words, just that it feels kind of like a tugging along his spine, and then hits him all at once. He doesn't know if it's that way for normal omegas or if he's just unlucky.
He unfortunately doesn't really get a choice on if he wants to be alone. Walker's got his weird and annoying schedule, and Danny hasn't figured out how to break the chains that keep him from turning human yet, so he's forced to go along with it for now. It's still incredibly uncomfortable, though. Wulf doesn't even get to go along with him, since he's considered way more of a flight risk.
Danny thinks he might be able to handle it. He thinks, stupidly, that it can just be a quick thing he can deal with and then go back to normal and escape afterwards. Surely even in the prison, if typings are still consistent with ghosts, there's ways to deal with this. ...Of course, that would require him to tell someone about it, and just the thought of discussing something so sensitive with Walker or any of his goons makes him shudder. No, he's sure he can deal with it on his own. He has before.
He's marched out with some other prisoners to the exercise yards. Once he'd made the mistake of trying to fly up top and escape that way. Of course, there were plenty of barriers stopping him, and he'd gotten badly injured on top of it. It's still frustrating looking up at the empty sky of the Zone and not being able to just go up.
Danny walks across the yard quickly. He hopes that there's enough places to kind of hide, even if it makes him feel weird to be so secretive. It's probably more obvious than he wants to be, but the last thing he wants is to be mocked. Luckily, it seems there's a dark, quiet corner that's actually pretty hidden from sight. Probably a place carefully figured out by previous prisoners who weren't strong enough for all the fights that break out here. He's just...going to ignore the fact that it's small and comfortable enough that it could be called a nest. No need to focus on unimportant details!
He settles on the cool stone and leans his head back. His core is always throwing a fit when it starts getting close to his heats, and what's normal for his body temp goes completely out of whack. The very first time, he had a fever so bad he thought he was going to melt. The next, he had to hide freezing over his entire room from his family. With any luck he'll get something normal this time...
A shadow falls over him and he pulls a face without opening his eyes. He doesn't know who it is, and he doesn't want to know who it is. Why is it so difficult to get some damn relaxing time alone here??
"Good afternoon, whelp." Oh. Great.
He opens his eyes up just to glare at Skulker. The hunter is almost always here when Danny is. Not really that surprising, since they're both huge troublemakers, just of a different kind. And just because they got along that one time, doesn't mean they've ever gotten along since. Danny is pretty sure Skulker only doesn't bother hunting him in the prison because he wouldn't be able to take off the human-suppressing cuffs, and a ghost body wouldn't be that impressive.
"What do you want, Skulker." He says, a little sharper than he intended. But everything feels sharper from him right now, and he isn't about to apologize for it. Speaking of sharp...With Skulker this close there's a scent in the air, something that reminds him of a campfire and leather. It's weird, but not the strangest thing coming from Skulker of all people- What's more surprising is it hasn't disappeared yet. He must have just gotten arrested.
"What do I want? I'm not the one who's in here and practically wearing a sign that says "I'm in heat"." Skulker says, and then just raises one metal eyebrow at Danny's immediate spluttering.
"What the FUCK dude! You can't just- What the hell!" He waves his hands, trying to will the embarrassment away. "Fuck off, I'm not in the mood to deal with your weird hunting crap today." He tries to turn away more, but Skulker just reaches out to grab him by the arm.
"Interesting. You'd never presented before, and with your power I'd always assumed you were an Alpha." Skulker sounds like he's talking mostly to himself, but his words make Danny's blood run cold. "And still unclaimed. At your age, no less?"
"None of your business." Danny chokes out. Of course. Of course ghosts had to have the same stupid shit going through their heads whenever they see an omega. Not like Danny hasn't had to deal with enough of that from the jackasses at school, nooo he has to deal with it from his worst enemies too!
"You know, I've sworn a blood pact to have your pelt as a trophy. But I suppose I could always adjust the definition of pelt." Skulker grins at him, tightening his grip on Danny's arm. It stings a little now, but Danny is distracted from worrying about any potential injuries by trying to fight off his instincts. Because he can tell, now that Skulker is so close, that he's dealing with an Alpha.
He can't help but to be frustrated at himself. It feels like he's barely in control of his body, and it's insane to think that he could be feeling anything for this psychotic hunter who's done more damage than he can even properly remember. His instincts, however he tries to force them down, have other plans for him. The feeling of...wanting to be claimed, has always been the worst part about being an omega for him. But at least outside of his heats he's usually able to ignore it to a certain degree.
"Let me go." He snarls, baring his teeth at Skulker. "You think I want a creep like you looking at me like that? Get a clue."
Skulker smirks at him, before moving closer. Danny tries to move away, but his back bumps quickly into the wall behind him. Shit.
"You're sorely mistaken if you think it's just me, whelp. Don't you know how many of your enemies are here? And how many have already noticed what's going on with you?"
"What?" Danny pales. He thought he'd been subtle, or that it wouldn't be that obvious. Whenever he'd gotten close to his heats as a human people don't notice. Or, maybe he didn't notice them noticing- He does have a lot of things in the world distracting him after all.
"How long do you think you'll be able to survive in here without being claimed? You have these," Skulker gestures to the suppressor cuffs. "and that means you won't be escaping any time soon. Are you really that confident in your abilities?"
"So what if I am?" He says without thinking because he's an idiot. "I've kicked all your asses a hundred times over, what's one more time? Are you confident enough in your abilities that I won't just knock your head off and throw you through the electric fence?"
There's a tense moment where they glare at each other. Danny really is going to launch himself at Skulker if he keeps messing with him like this, and it might not be in the way either of them wants.
"Hey! You two!"
Danny has never been so relieved in his entire life to hear one of the stupid prison guard's voices. He shoves at Skulker and grins a bit, definitely not feeling it.
"Yeah, Skulker. Back off. I'm pretty sure doing anything like this is against the stupid Rules, anyhow." Danny says. For a second he really thinks that Skulker might not give up- He's not exactly the guy known for listening to the rules in the first place. But then he growls low and lets go, and Danny feels relief washing over him.
"Fine. Watch your back, Whelp. You won't always be so lucky."
With that, he turns around and storms off.
Danny leans back against the wall, pressing a hand to his chest. The hummingbird beat of his heart is obvious against his hand, and he tries to swallow down the feeling of sickness rising up in him. He has to get out of here as soon as possible. Skulker's an asshole, but he's right when he says that Danny's luck will eventually run out...Especially once his heat properly hits.
Rubbing his face, he steps back out into the main yard and walks along the edge of the building. He ignores the stares as best as he can. Pretty difficult, considering how it feels almost like he can feel them against his skin- Shit. He's got to do something about this. So he walks right up to a guard.
"I need to go back inside." He says. Probably shouldn't have been so blunt from the start, but he's determined. The guard looks at him, opens his mouth, and then his eyes widen behind the visor. Danny curses inwardly. There's only really one reason that he'd react like that. His scent must be getting stronger.
"You'd better be about to go take a shower, Phantom." The guard says, already turning to unlock the door.
"Yeah, I am." He says. It's embarrassing but he has to shove it all down. He needs to get through this. He can have a total freakout later.
He's let inside without another word, which he isn't sure is because he's looking extra pathetic or not. He rushes down the halls, keeping his eyes fixed firmly ahead and refusing to acknowledge anyone or anything. Unfortunately he's been here enough that he knows the place almost by heart, and finds himself at the showers in no time. He listens at the doors for a second, sighing in relief when there's no obvious sound from inside. The quicker he's able to get this over with, the better.
He strips quickly and sighs in relief the moment he steps under the cold water. He's so tired.
It's hard to focus when he's like this. He's just not experienced enough with heats to know the best ways to avoid the worst things, and he's still young enough that his hormones are out of whack. Being a halfa doesn't help either. All he really wants to do is hide in a room and sleep until everything's back to normal, but it's obvious that wouldn't lead to anything good here. At best, he would get his ass kicked, and at worst...
Danny jolts a little bit at a bolt of unexpected pleasure hitting him at the thought of the "worst". Oh no. Look, he's not stupid, he knows that his kinks are....dubious at best. Thanks to him spending his entire teenage years getting slapped around every day, he's developed some weird reactions to violence. Jazz says it's normal and he shouldn't be ashamed about it, but honestly he just wishes that his brain was at least a normal part of him.
He sighs and drags his hand down his face. Fuuuck.
"Whelp."
Danny isn't proud of it, but he absolutely shrieks like a child. He whips around, pressing his back to the cool tile and staring, wide eyed, at Skulker standing there. Shit. Shit .
"What the hell are you doing in here?!" He shouts, glancing around frantically. No guards, and no other prisoners....This bastard has snuck in just like Danny did. Augh. "Get out before I kick your ass."
"Right." Of course instead of listening to him, Skulker takes a step forward. "You don't make that much of a convincing argument looking like that."
Danny considers things. If he was still wearing his suit, he might have a better chance at beating off Skulker, because it's built to resist ghost attacks. But being completely naked means that he's more vulnerable than he can handle with brute strength alone. Plus there’s the ever difficult humiliation factor.
He doesn't have a chance to think of a plan, either. Skulker seems impatient to pick up where he left off outside, and walks over to Danny, grabbing him and shoving him up against the wall. He's really stupidly huge, not just with his hands being able to circle around Danny's arms completely. But just being held up slightly like this has Danny being pressed into parts of Skulker that he never wanted to think about let alone touch.
"Hm. I see your body is far more honest than the rest of you." Skulker smirks and takes one hand to trail down his side, resting it finally on his hip. Everywhere he touches feels like Danny is being lit on fire, intense beyond anything he's had to deal with before. He'd always kind of thought that those stories about omegas immediately submitting to whoever got to them first were just jerk off bait for creeps, but it seems like they had some truth to them.
"Get- Get off of me! Skulker, I swear to god-" Danny's objections are cut off when Skulker moves closer, pressing his metal teeth against Danny's very vulnerable throat. He immediately freezes, eyes going wide. The panic and horror coursing through him is only just barely enough to push back the tide of instinctual want that action gets.
"If you aren't quiet, I'll make it so you have to be." He says, mouth still pressed against Danny's skin. Danny never thought that he would be at all warm and the revelation is not wanted.
"F-" Danny jolts a little bit and closes his eyes as Skulker's grip on him just gets harder. Damn it. "Fine. Fine, you fucking pervert! Just- Don't...Bite."
A low chuckle from Skulker. Danny wants to kick him somewhere it'll really hurt, but he wants that less than he wants to not be mated to an asshole ghost.
"There, was that so difficult? You should try being this agreeable all the time." Skulker says. He squeezes Danny's hip hard enough that it's for sure going to bruise later, and pulls back enough that there's no danger of an accidental bite. "Turn around."
Danny hates this. He hates even more that he can barely hold himself up now, legs shaking so badly that it takes a few tries to force himself into motion. He's kind of glad that he doesn't have to look at Skulker while they do this, actually. It's bad enough he's losing his virginity to one of his enemies. It would be way worse if he had to show off how embarrassing his expressions get too.
Apparently though he's moving too slowly for Skulker's tastes, because he gets grabbed around the middle roughly. He almost lashes out, but is thrown off balance when Skulker yanks him back towards him and- Oh. Oh god. He hasn't ever seen Skulker naked in the suit for obvious reasons and for un obvious reasons the man hadn't bothered to strip before coming in here, so it wasn't until exactly this moment that he realizes he's packing.
It's enough to break his dam of carefully covered arousal and make his brain break a little.
He's sure he looks like a total whore pushing his ass out like this. He doesn't want to know what Skulker thinks of him now, and he hopes the asshole knows better than to talk during this.
"Just- Get it over with already-" He more pants than says. "Or didja forget your dick attachment today-"
He yelps as a heavy hand connects with his ass. He didn't expect that, even with mouthing off on purpose.
"You really don't understand what kind of situation you're in right now, do you?" Skulker growls. Danny's obviously hit some nerve with him, because he sounds like he's about to start a fight instead of fuck him. He isn't sure which would would be better.
"You keep saying that, but all I'm hearing is that you're too scared to actually-" Danny's cut off from his mocking by Skulker shoving his face harder against the shower wall. He could probably still talk if he really wanted to, but he doesn't have a chance to before he feels Skulker's dick pressing at his entrance.
It wasn't that it didn't occur to him until just now that Skulker was actually going to go through with it, but it didn't feel real until just this second. Understandably, his entire body tenses and he tries to lash out- But with his powers being sealed he's stuck with just his physical abilities, and those are nothing compared to Skulker's. He's fucked.
"...Heh. I see it's finally kicked in." Danny might not be able to see Skulker's expression, but he doesn't have to to know that it's nothing but smug. The bastard is definitely doing all he can to draw this out, still not actually pushing in despite being right up against him. Danny growls a little, before grimacing at the way it sounds. Not intimidating at all, and entirely too desperate. "What's that, whelp? Ahh. I guess you do want me to hurry up, don't you? Eventually other people are going to be in here and see you getting fucked like a whore, and they're going to want a piece of you too."
Danny's blood runs cold at that thought, but his body seems to really, really like it. He wishes that it was just the water from the shower making him dripping wet.
Skulker at least seems to finally be getting bored of teasing him, because he pulls his hips back and slams himself to the hilt inside of Danny. He doesn't even have the breath to scream, and his vision briefly goes white before he realizes...there's not that much pain at all. There's a small amount of stinging, but- Christ, is this some omega bullshit? Because as a virgin he should not be taking someone built like Skulker as easily as this.
"Hmmph. Not bad. Taking me well enough I doubt this is your first time." Skulker says. His grip on Danny is still too strong, he can't exactly pull back and yell at him for being a dick. But he's going to, once this is all over. And then some.
Danny glad for being shoved against the wall when Skulker pulls back again and starts to thrust. Even being weaker as he is right now he's pretty sure this would have immediately had him letting out a Wail if he was just a little less muffled. It's so much, every thrust feeling like his entire body is being filled with cock. But whenever Skulker pulls out Danny can't stop himself from clenching down hard, as if to stop the man from getting away completely.
He isn't sure if it's the heat or just the fact that this is his first time, but he's so sensitive and overwhelmed that he's taken by complete surprise when his orgasm hits him like a freight train. He moans and his eyes roll back up into his head, the pleasure overwhelming all of his senses at once. The fact that Skulker doesn't stop or even slow down draws it out- By the time he's finally coming down he's a panting mess, tears running down his cheeks freely.
"Fuck-" Skulker growls and presses up against him closer. "Take me like a good whore."
Danny whines, and then gasps as the hands on him get tighter and Skulker comes right inside. It feels right, and the feeling almost washes away everything else completely. He's only got enough thought left to know that he's glad it doesn't seem like Skulker has a knot attached to his dick.
This does mean that the bastard pulls out entirely too quickly. Before he can really stop himself Danny whines and then bites his lip hard enough to bleed. Ectoplasm drips down his chin and he tries to focus on that instead of literally anything else. Unfortunately for him, Skulker decides he's not quite done with him yet, grabbing him by the shoulder and turning him around.
Danny glares up at him as defiantly as he can. Which is to say, not very at all, between the hazy, glassy expression and the cum dripping slowly out of him. But god damn it, he tries.
Skulker just chuckles.
"Not bad, whelp. Maybe I'll come seeking you another day. Surely you won't be able to find much better or willing to deal with you than I." He reaches out and Danny, completely on an instinct he didn't even know he had, snaps at him so quickly Skulker can't even manage to pull back without getting bit. He hisses, and even though the weird pseudo-metal makes his teeth hurt Danny grins.
"You mean you won't be able to find anyone else." He spits out, and matches Skulker's glare evenly.
"Watch yourself." He says, before glancing at the door. His hesitation is kind of a surprise...But maybe he doesn't want to get caught fucking Danny and ruining his reputation as much as Danny. He turns, tucking himself away, and Danny feels both relief and...disappointment? Running through him. He tries to shake off the latter, just telling himself it's because of the stupid heat, and he'll get over it soon.
He's just going to...try and get back to his cell and stay in there until he's feeling better. Even being stuck in prison is sounding better than trying to go through the Ghost Zone while in the middle of a heat this bad.
He slides his jumpsuit back on, grimacing at the weird way it clings to his skin, and does his best to hide the limp in his step as he leaves the shower room, finally.