Danny Phantom Ships

Danny×Dick Grayson

(This should be interesting...Oh! Danny is perminately in his ghost form. Just sayin!)

There's a new club in Gotham. What else is new right? Wrong. The club looks normal on the outside and inside, but if you go past the stairs and into the basement... Metas are down there.

Rumor had it that the club had metas in the basement and keeping them there with inhibitor collars. Then, about a month after a young hero named Phantom disappeared from his home town. I'm doing a favor for Bruce by going here.

Anyway, when I went down the stairs I saw a white haired boy with a white aura surrounding him sitting on the crime bosses lap and acting passionate. I could see it in his forced movements.

He had no shirt on, black skin tight pants, and white combat boots. When I looked into his toxic green eyes they were devoid of emotion. It was like there was nothing there anymore.
I ended up looking a moment longer before going to the nearest bathroom and suiting up.

I wasn't Robin anymore. Now, I'm Nightwing. My suit is made of black kevlar and has a blue bird that goes from one shoulder to the other. I quickly put on my mask and slipped out of the restroom. I went behind the crime boss and put a knife to his throat.

"Don't move." Phantom was shoved of his lap while the boss ranted about how important he was.

I rolled my eyes and put a hand up to my communicator, "Bats, I got the guy. Get here fast." I said, not waiting for a reply. The boss was still yelling so I knocked him out before turning my attention to Phantom.

He smirked and looked at me with brightly glowing green eyes, "See ya around cutie!" He said before taking off down the hall. I blinked at that. Usually I only get a thank you, not...that.

When the Bats got there he arrested the guy and all the metas were set free. Some stayed to work at the, now crime boss free, club and the club eagerly advertised them being there. Phantom was one of the ones that stayed.

I found out later that his door used to say, 'The Fallen Phantom'. So original.
Now, his door said, 'Sinful Fixation'. I thought that sounded and looked better.

Most of the Metas stayed in the basement, but Phantom would go upstairs every once in a while to show off. The show was always brief, leaving the audience wanting more.

Now here I am, giving the bouncer on the outside of his door a wad of cash with a respectful nod. The man nodded back and left me with Phantom per the ghost boy's request whenever I came around.

When I opened the door I saw Phantom laying across the white silk that hung from the ceiling. It kept him about one and a half feet off the ground. One piece of silk was wound around his strong arms and the other was holding his waist up. Needless to say, the position he was in showed off his body perfectly.

He wore a black corset with green ribbon keeping it wrapped tightly around him that stopped just before his rib cage. He wore skin tight spandex that showed off everything else while his head was back. Phantom, who had heard the door open and close no doubt, opened his eyes and looked at me. They looked like freshly cut emeralds with lantern light shining through them. He grinned and grabbed the silk around his arms before slowly climbing up, leaving the silk that had been around his waist behind.

He swiftly untangled his arms and slid down the silk, dropping to the floor as light as a feather.
He slowly walked forward, swinging his hips to the beat of my heart, it seemed. Phantom's hands curled around my shoulders before slowly sliding his arms around my neck, "You always come back for me." Green eyes shined in mischief.
"Let me tell you a secret..." He leaned in close to my ear and licked the shell.
"I always look forward to it."

Before I could question why he would say something so unprofessional he snapped his fingers and the music started playing.

Phantom backed away from me and slowly slid his hands down his torso, his eyes darkening slightly. He slowly took his corset off to the beat of the music and bared his teeth at the appropriate moments, licking his chops as the article of clothing was discarded.

I watched as he fondled himself, running his hands down his own torso, the skin slick with sweat from being trapped for so long.
I felt myself getting hard as he lead me to the thrown behind the silk hanging from the ceiling.

The white haired ghost pushed me back into the seat before slowly moving to straddle my hips. He kissed my cheek before grinding down and dragging a moan from my lips. Phantom grinned slightly as his cold hands moved up my chest, the grinding not stopping even for a moment.

The green eyed teen grabbed my shoulders and bent backwards so I could get a full view of what I couldn't touch. His soft looking tanned skin covered rippling muscle. I gulped and slowly grinded my hips back into his as he slowly returned to his original position. Phantom arched a dark eyebrow even as he panted out a moan.

"Nightwing..." He whispered seductively as he leaned closer.
"Touch me." Those simple words set my blood on fire and heat burst through my veins.

I firmly placed my hands on his hips and slammed him down. We both moaned in pleasure at the roughness of the impact. Phantom's eyes flashed a brighter green as he grabbed my face and kissed me. Roughly biting my lower lip to get his tongue in my mouth.

Before I knew it I had him pinned to the thrown, his lips were swollen, we were both breathing hard, and we were both down to our underwear.
He growled and flipped us over so he had me pinned. Phantom took one look at my mostly untouched neck before he quickly bit down into the flesh, sucking it as he started grinding I to me again.

I groaned out another moan as my resolve finally broke. Cum coated my boxers as well as Phantom's.
When he moved away his eyes were half lidded, a self satisfied smirk pulling on his lips.

"Why?" I asked breathlessly.
His smirk only grew as he nuzzled my neck with a slight purr, "I have feelings you know. I'm not just one that gives pleasure. I get it too, but none of the others are like you."

I snorted, "None of the others are acrobats."
He nodded in acceptance, resting his head on my shoulder, "As hot as that is, it's not what I mean." He looked at me, "I want you to come around more often."

I bit my lip, "Phantom-"

"My name's Danny.

"Alright, Danny, I'm having a hard time as it is hiding this from the team. I don't think I can-" he cut me off with a kiss.

"I meant a date bird brain." Phantom said with a smirk as he let go of me.
"You know where I am, give me a call whenever you want. My number is already in your jean's pocket." He handed me my clothes and winked at me while I got dressed.

"How about Saturday night. 7 work for you?" I asked.

Danny paused, then nodded, "I'll keep it open. Goodnight Nightwing."

"My name is Dick, Dick Grayson."

He smiled fondly, "I know." With that, his door closed and I was left there to wonder how he knew and what we were going to do on Saturday. This was going to be interesting...

AN. The Dick×Danny fanfic! As promised! Also, two updates in one day! Yay! Hope you enjoyed this one-shot! That's a wrap!