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[storiesbyafreak]

Walker and The Heartbeat

“You know fellas, I’m very capable of flying on my own.” Danny said, glaring up at the ghost who held him. The thin green specter was clad in some kind of uniform, like a cop or maybe a guard. He wasn’t alone either; there were at least six of these ghosts, all identical.

“Silence, punk,” The ghost began. “You know what you’ve done is wrong, and you should know where you’re going.”

Danny thought back to what got him in this situation. A routine patrol through the Ghost Zone found that some of his parent’s belongings had flown through the Fenton Portal. The lab supplies probably got blown or sucked into the portal by some mischievous spirit, Danny thought. As he gathered them up, he thought nothing of the danger he was in in spending prolonged time in the ghost zone. He was almost done when he heard a voice yelling. A ghost man glad in a prisoner outfit ran past Danny, and before Danny could figure out what was going on, he was surrounded by the guard ghosts. They used some strange stick that shot out ectoplasmic based cuffs that quickly bound Danny. Now he was in their clutches, getting taken off to who knows where.

“I didn’t do anything! You were clearly chasing that other guy,” He paused to nudge his head towards the prisoner ghost, who was being carried by another guard. “And for some reason, you nabbed me too! I wasn’t doing anything wrong!”

The guard seemed amused by Danny’s protests. “Well, try tellin’ that to Walker.” Danny wanted to speak up, to protest further and question who the hell was Walker, but he was distracted by the large dark building they were quickly approaching. A massive wall surrounded the building, with the only opening in the wall being where an even more massive gate was. Windows were few and far between, and the ones he could see had bars over them. Danny knew it; this had to be some kind of prison.

The gate opened with a heavy, loud heaving sound. More guards identical to the ones that snatched him awaited inside, and they all seemed pleased to see Danny, as if it didn’t matter what crime he committed, if any, and they were just happy to have another prisoner. Once he was inside, he was brought to a small room and given a prisoner uniform. He tried to protest, demanding a trial, demanding to know what he’d done, but under threats of getting beaten with the guard’s nightsticks, he complied. A single guard stayed in the room with him, releasing the restraints on his hands to let him put on the shirt, and then held the stick that made restraints to Danny’s neck as he put on the pants. Danny wasn’t about to take off his other clothes infront of the guard, so he put these on over his normal outfit. Once done, he was bound again, and brought through the halls of the prison. He expected to be tossed in a cell at any second, but curiously, they brought him into an office. He was dragged down into a chair, and tied to it, his feet tied to the front legs, his hands behind the back of the chair. As the guards left him, his eyes caught that the front of the door had letters on it. ‘Warden’. This was the office of the prison’s warden. Danny struggled in the chair, but it was no use. He tried to think of a way out of this. He shifted out of his ghost form and into his human form. The bindings did not release his hands or legs. He shifted back, groaning. How the hell was he going to get out of this?

It felt like a good ten minutes had passed before he heard footsteps. Strong, heavy sounding footsteps. A shadow cast itself over the door, and it opened. A man stepped into the office with a firm, yet confident stride. He was pure white in skin color, and he wore a suit and shirt that were just as white as him. The only other color on him, save for his green eyes, was the black of his hat, boots, gloves, and necktie. In one hand he held some large tome labeled ‘The Rules’. He sat down slowly at his desk, and finally his eyes were on Danny.

“Danny Phantom, is it?” He spoke in a rich, low southern accent. As Danny replied, the man opened his book up, turning the pages loudly.

“How the hell do you know who I am?” This question only made the Warden smirk.

“Your name has been dropped a few times here in my prison. Skulker, The Lunch Lady, Desiree, they all want a piece of you.” Danny tried not to shudder at the idea that some of his enemies were inside the walls of this very building, itching to get their hands on him.

“How can you arrest me and lock me up, when I’ve done nothing wrong? If anything, I’ve helped you lock up some bad ghosts.” Danny argued.

“I can do what I want, boy. My name is Walker, and I’m the warden of this facility. What I’m doing is having you arrested and charged with the crimes you’ve committed, and before you go pipin’ off tryin’ to argue that you haven’t committed crimes, I’ll save us both the trouble, and read out the list of your offences.” Walker cleared his throat and began to list them. “Trespassing, loitering, creating a disturbance, and possession of human world contraband. Quite the list of crimes, for a first timer. However, since it is your first time, I’m willin’ to be more lenient with your sentence. A thousand years should be enough for you to learn your lesson.”

Danny said nothing, but his eyes widened, and his mouth hung agape. A thousand years?! His human life would be over long before that! And what about his friends and his family? What would they think happened to him? And who would keep them safe? He felt his heartbeat quicken, and he realized he was shaking. His eyed focused on Walker, who was staring at him, but not in the way Danny thought he would be. When he looked up, he expected the warden to have some air of confidence about him, to give Danny some smug smirk or something of the like. Instead, Walker was staring at Danny as though he was confused or puzzled. Finally, the warden spoke up.

“What is that? That beating sound? Did you slip in here with more contraband? That’s another two hundred years if you did.” He stood up, quickly walking around his desk and over to Danny. He pressed his powerful hand to Danny’s chest, as if feeling for something under the shirt. “What…what is that?” Now he sounded frustrated.

Danny paused, quiet, as he put it together. “It’s….my heartbeat.” Of course Walker would be confused by it. Normal ghosts didn’t have a beating heart. But Danny was half ghost. In his human form, his heart worked like any normal human heart would. In his ghost form, it pumped slower, but it was still there. Walker, with his heightened ghost senses, must be hearing it.

“That’s impossible, you’re a ghost, we don’t have beating hearts.” Walker’s gloved hand gripped at Danny’s shirt, and in one powerful tug, ripped it and the shirt underneath, off, baring his chest. He knelt down, finally eye to eye with the prisoner.

“I’m not a full ghost…I’m a halfa. Half ghost, half human. So I have a working, beating heart, and you’re hearing it beat now.” Danny tried to explain.

Walker was memorized by the sound of it. How long had it been since he had heard a beating heart? The quick but rhythmic pumping of it soothed him in a way he didn’t fully understand. He removed his hat, and brought his head closer to the prisoner’s chest, and just, listened. Danny said nothing, confused, yet curious. Maybe he could use this time to think of a way out of all this mess.

Walker was enamored with the sound of the boy’s heart. But as the prisoner’s stress levels faded, his heartrate slowed, and the sounds quieted. He had to bring it back somehow. He smirked as he poked and prodded the boy’s sides, trying to stimulate the heartbeat back up.

Danny jumped, and then let out a giggle he was incredibly embarrassed off. His cheeks turned pink as he laughed and gasped, struggling in the chair side to side. Just as Walker planned, the heart rate increased, giving him that sweet music to listen to. However, after a while, it dissipated once more.

Walker’s hand found Danny’s neck, and squeezed it. “Boy, I’m gonna enjoy lockin’ you up, so I can hear that precious little heart beating for me for the next thousand years. And that’s assumin’ you don’t do anythin’ dumb in that time, and I don’t find a way to extend your sentence.”

A thought occurred to Danny as he struggled in the chair, feeling the thick leather of Walker’s glove choking him. He had just enough air to speak up. “W-what if you had to let me go?” He managed, before making a small choking sound. Walker’s hand let go and listened to Danny’s heart again for a few more seconds, savoring it.

“I can’t just let you go, that’d be against The Rules.” Walker said. Danny knew it; this guy was a stickler for rules. So maybe this could be used against him. Danny tried not to look too confident when he replied.

“Well, I don’t want to put you in any trouble, you seem like you’d never break the law.” He tried to continue, but Walker interrupted him, getting in his face.

“Son, I AM the law. I’d never do anything against The Rules. Ever.” Danny bit the inside of his lip to keep from smirking.

“Well, I think you might be accidently breaking a law right now. You see, it’s totally illegal to capture a member of an endangered species.”

Walker paused, blinking twice, slowly. “What?” He finally said, confused. Danny knew he had him.

“I told you before, I’m a halfa. Half ghost,” He paused, to shift between forms, “and half human. And as far as I know, there’s just me, and one other guy like me. That means I’m a member of an incredibly endangered species.”  

Walker looked stunned. He turned and grabbed his book of rules and flipped endlessly through its pages, skimming some passages, and slowly reading others. After he turned through the book twice, reading the same passages to himself, he confirmed it. Danny was right. He slowly closed the book and put it down on his desk.

“You’re right. I can’t legally hold you, not like this.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out one of the sticks that could make the restraints. He walked over to Danny and deactivated the bindings on his arms and legs. “You’re free to go.” Danny almost felt bad for the guy, he sounded so defeated and upset with himself. “I knew you’d see it my way, Mister Walker. I won’t intentionally bother you again.” He quickly turned and left, leaving the defeated Warden there. As the door shut behind him, he could see the ghost’s green eyes staring at his chest. He was listening to his heartbeat one more time. He stopped at the end of the hall, and turned around.

Walker was back at his desk when Danny opened the door. Clearly he was expecting a guard to check in on Danny’s claims of being let go, as he began with “Let the boy go. We can’t hold him. I-“ He paused, seeing the halfa in the door way. “What do you want now, boy?”

Danny stepped inside and shut the door. He thought about the experiences of fighting the villains that were currently locked up in the prison building, and the idea of them ganging up on him. He thought of never seeing his friends again. He thought of everything that made him nervous or anxious or afraid, and his heartbeat hummed its tune for Walker to enjoy one more time. He stood and walked over to the boy, towering over him. He leaned down and buried his face in Danny’s chest, listening to his heart. Danny swore heard the warden utter a quiet thank you. After a minute or two of this, he left, not turning back.

As he left the prison he thought more and more about Walker. Infact, thoughts about the man wouldn’t leave his mind even after he arrived home safe and sound. As he lay down for bed that evening, he was still thinking about Walker. During the next day, throughout it all, a thought of Walker would slip its way into his mind from time to time. Danny walked home and made his way down into the lab in the basement. He stared at the Fenton portal, and thought about Walker again. He knew he had to see the warden again, as much as it would complicate things. Oh well, I think he needs me, he thought to himself. He approached the portal and sighed, looking over his shoulder to make sure he was alone.

“I’m goin’ ghost.”

[storiesbyafreak]

Soos’ Pining for Mr.Pines

“G’night, Soos!” Stan called from the porch of the Mystery Shack. His girdle had bene taken off, letting his gut poke out from behind the starch white dress shirt. He held a beer in one hand and waved with the other as Soos climbed into his car.

 “G’night Mister Pines!” Replied the maintenance man. He started up his car, smiling as Lovegod played from his car speakers. He hummed to himself as he pulled out from behind the Shack, and down the long dirt road that led into Gravity Falls. As he drove on, the humming turned into singing. Soos let his mind wander as he sang the ballad and tried to picture some pretty girl in his head that he might serenade. As his mind formed a person, to his surprise it was none other than his boss, Stanley Pines, sitting on the outdoor couch and smiling as Soos sang, holding up an oversized boombox like a scene out of an 80’s movie. Soos shook his head quickly. Why was it this song made him think of Mister Pines so much? He rolled to a red light and stopped, leaning his head back against the top of his car seat.

 It’d been years since he first started working for Stan. He was young when he first started, young enough that the job was technically child labor, and thus illegal. But Stan Pines didn’t seem to care about what was or wasn’t legal. Still, he did his best, and with little to no friends and no family outside of his abuela, Soos found most of his time spent at the tourist trap Stan ran. In exchange for helping him put together attractions, usually made from household appliances and parts of taxidermized animals, Soos had a mentor and someone that he’d come to view as a sort of father figure. Soos sighed as he pushed the word father out of his mind. His own had abandoned him when he was a toddler, and never came back. He got the occasional postcard, and every year on his birthday he wished to see his father.

 Despite the wish never coming true, Soos was happy he had Stan. Stan taught him things a father might teach a son, how to fish, how to shave, how to tie a tie, and more. Soos wouldn’t have traded Stan for anything. However, these feelings of pride and admiration would change in a way Soos didn’t fully understand. During his teenage years, as he went through puberty, Stan was understanding of the changes Soos went through. What Stan didn’t know was that Soos struggled with the idea that he had developed romantic feelings for his boss. He’d had more than one or two wet dreams, and it confused and angered the boy. He was supposed to like girls. Why couldn’t he just like girls? He hid these facts from his abuela, even as she pushed him to find a girlfriend. Over time, these feelings had come and gone, like the ebb and flow of the waves in the ocean.

 So why did they come back now? Soos hadn’t had any dirty thoughts about Stan for a while. He thought he was okay. He sighed slowly, his fingertips drumming on the wheel. As he wasn’t paying attention, the light turned from red to green. A loud horn honked behind him, and a voice Soos recognized as Manly Dan screamed at him to move it or lose it. Soos drove on through the quiet darkened streets of Gravity Falls, and to his home, the one he still shared with his loving grandma.

 Slipping inside, he was sure to be extra quiet. She was sure to be asleep by now, and Soos didn’t want to wake her. Creeping into the kitchen, he grabbed a ramen cup and filled it with water, before popping it into the microwave. Leaning back against the counter, he once again let his mind wander. At first, his thoughts were focused on the upcoming Saturday FCLORP session. However, the second he stopped focusing on it, he couldn’t help but think of Stan as some kind of orcish blacksmith, grinding out a sword, sweat glistening down his bare chest as he waggled his brow suggestively at Soos. Soos stepped forward, eager to take the sword and darken it with the blood of his enemies. Orc Stan reached a hand out and caressed Paladin Soos’ armor chestplate, and then-

 All was interrupted by the repetitive and loud beeping of the microwave. Soos scrambled to open it and stop the beeping. That was sure to wake his grandmother. He grumbled as he grabbed the ramen cup, and hurried out of the kitchen, past his grandma’s room and up the stairs to his own bedroom. He shut the door and sat down on the side of his bed. He quickly ate in silence and darkness, confused with himself for his lack of mental clarity. As he finished his snack, he placed the empty cup onto his nightstand and lay down on his bed, taking his hat off and resting it next to the empty cup. He kicked off his shoes and let them fall off the foot of the bed. He turned to lay on his side, burying half his face into his pillow, and shut his eyes to find sleep.

 In his sleep, Soos dreamt of going to work the next day. It was dead quiet as he pulled up to the Shack. To his surprise, a ‘CLOSED’ sign hung on the front door. Stan never closed shop on a nice day like this. He opened the door and called out for his boss.

 “Mister Pines?” Soos shut the door behind him, looking around the gift shop. There wasn’t a crap of evidence that a single customer had been in all morning.  

“In here, Soos!” Called Stan from his living room on the other end of the shack. Soos wandered across the home and into the living room, gasping at the sight of his boss. Stan sat in his usual chair, a soda in one hand. The other hand scratched at his balls, which, alongside his dick, hung out from his pants.

“M-Mister Pines?” Soos said, trying not to look at Stan’s erect cock. It was bigger than he thought. Harrier, too.

“Heeey, Soos.” Stan grinned at his maintenance man. “How’s it hanging?” Hanging was a weird choice of words. Especially when all Soos could do to not focus on Stan’s hanging balls were to look at the older man’s face. Stan waggled his brow, and Soos dropped his toolbox. “That a wrench in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?” Said the older man, snickering quietly.

“I-I well, uhm, y-ya see Sir-“ Soo stammered, flustered beyond belief. Stan, seeing this was going nowhere, tapped at the carpet infront of his chair with one foot.

“C’mere, boy.” Soos didn’t reply, but walked infront of the chair, and dropped onto his knees. Stan grinned. “Thaaat’s it. Right where you belong.” His free hand stroked at his dick twice, then let go. “Take it. You know you want to.” Soos quietly looked between the man’s penis and face, and bit down on his bottom lip. Stan reached up to undo the red ribbon tie around his neck, and scratched at his gut. “C’mon, son, don’t got all day.”

At hearing Stan call him son, Soos felt his cheeks burn a hot red. He leaned in and slowly took in the head of Stan’s dick into his mouth. He licked the head, teasing Stan, who threw his head back and moaned gruffly.  He took in more of the man’s dick, and began to bob his head up and down the shaft, sucking the man off.

“Fuuuck, Soos. Is this your first time? Hard to believe with that mouth of yours.” Stan’s free hand reached up to take the back of Soos’s head and push him further onto his dick. Meanwhile, the older man took a sip of his soda casually.

Soos couldn’t believe this was happening. But he wasn’t about to stop or slow down to think about it. He kept up his pace, and even moved a little faster when he heard Stan curse under his breath. The little moans and groans and grunts the old man made only turned Soos on even more.

“Yeah, you like that? Like suckin’ on daddy’s cock? Your mouth was made for this, Soos. Wasn’t it?” Soos hummed in reply, giving Stan’s dick a gentle vibrating sensation, which made the man moan again. They continued this for another moment or two, Soos eagerly giving his boss a blowjob, eager to taste the old man’ semen.

Without warning, he got that wish, his mouth being filled with the man’s seed, salty and sweet, sticky and thick. Soos swallowed it, and pulled off Stan’s dick, collapsing back and catching breath. He forgot to breathe through his nose for those last few seconds. Stan just chuckled, watching the younger man.

“That was good, boy. But now, let’s have some real fun, hm?” Stan stood, and kicked out of his suit pants and boxers, keeping his suit jacket, shirt, untied tie, and fez still on. Soos stood slowly, his cheeks turning bright red again.

“Wh-What do you mean, Mister Pines?” He asked, finding his hands fiddling with themselves, as he didn’t know what else to do with them.

Stan took one of Soos’ hands and tugged him back down a hallway, and into Stan’s bedroom. He pulled Soos to the bed. “Get naked.”

Soos didn’t know what to say, but his hands were moving faster than his mind was, and before he knew it, he was slipping out of his question mark t shirt and pulling down his shorts. He heard Stan chuckle.

“You wear briefs, boy? That’s cute.” Soos didn’t reply, and just slipped out of the white briefs, before climbing onto the bed. It was clearly made only for one person. This saddened Soos, if only for a second. He turned his head to the side and pressed his nose into the pillow. It smelled like Stan’s cologne, but also like sweat. There was a musky smokiness to it all, and Soos loved it. Stan climbed onto the end of the bed and reached over Soos’ nude body to open up a drawer on the nightstand next to the bed, pulling out a bottle of lube. He squirted some lube out onto one of his hands and rubbed his cock with it, before gently taking a lubed finger to Soos’ hole, teasing him, beginning to open the hole up to prepare for the older man’s cock.

“There we go. Doesn’t that feel good? Not as good as it’s gonna feel when I start to fuck ya, I promise.” Stan continued to open up Soos’ hole, adding a second finger and beginning to scissor them to open him up further. He curled a finger to tease Soos’ prostate, making the younger man moan into Stan’s pillow. With little to no warning, Stan inserted himself into Soos.

He started with a slow, but not gentle pace. And as he went on, he stared going faster. The old bed beneath them creaked as it heaved back and forth, the headboard hitting the wall and making a loud thump that would easily be noticed if anyone else was in the Shack. Soos’ moans filled the bedroom, echoing off the walls. Stan seemed to take immense pride in every noise the younger man made and didn’t show any signs of stopping. “You wanna cum, boy? Cum! Don’t you hold back.”

Soos felt an orgasm building and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it back even if he wanted to. After another moment or so of Stan’s relentless fucking, he came, his dick releasing a load of semen up onto the older man’s black suit jacket. “F-Fuck, Stan, I’m sorry!” Soos said, his face turning red.

“Don’t be kiddo.” Stan sat up, pulling Soos up with him. The two sat on the end of the bed, side by side, Stan’s arm around Soos’ shoulder. “You think I haven’t seen all the ways you’ve been lookin’ at me? I figured I just needed to make the first move, and boy, I’m glad I did.” Soos smiled and nodded, thankful Stan did. Stan smiled back, studying Soos’ face for a few seconds, before piping up once more. “You’re still payin’ for the drycleaning of this suit. Do I look made of money?” Soos laughed, and leaned in to hug Stan, before giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Stan deepened the kiss, eventually pushing Soos back onto the bed and climbing ontop of him. Soos lost himself in the embrace of his boss. As Stan leaned in to kiss him, a loud noise got the younger man’s attention.

Soos sat up with a gasp as his alarm clock blared it’s loud beeping sounds at him. In frustration, he unplugged the thing, and almost knocked it off the nightstand. He lay back down in bed, realizing it was morning. He had work in an hour and a half. He groaned as he thought about the dream, and realized he was rock hard. After a quiet moment of studying his dick, he realized this was something that needed to be taken care of before work. He reached down and slowly began to stroke himself, as he thought about the dream all over again.