The Night Security
Danny decides to tag along with Dani and travel around the world. With him now being in his late twenties he decided he could use a break from all the craziness back home, and he's been wanting to spend more time with Dani.
Dani despite it being years still looks the same, they had gone to Frostbite to make sure nothing was seriously wrong, Dani was completely healthy but it seems Vlad's messy attempts at cloning alongside her also being a halfa had made it so Dani would age a lot slower than a normal human would.
Danny until that point hadn't realized that he also looked very young for a man who was almost 30, but he could just get away with it by just saying he had a baby face.
To gain money for their travels Danny decided to start doing random jobs normally he would end up with being night security since those positions weren't very popular and always had a position open or where willing to have an extra pair of eyes on the job.
With that being said Dani and his sleep schedule were completely flipped over now being practically nocturnal. They would go out shopping or have fun while the moon was still high in the sky.
Now with that being said, he had no clue why there always was at least that one person at whatever job he would have that seemed to believe he was a vampire,
Yes a vampire, and he could brush it off if it had only happened once or twice but no! This has happened in the majority of his jobs.
And look he gets it, he only gets night jobs, he hangs out with Dani outside only when the sun is nowhere in sight, and yes both he and Dani were sensitive to the sun but that was normal for people with pale skin they would burn easily and considering that pale blue eyes tend to struggle seeing with too much sun clarity especially since they're not used to being around the sun as much as before.
See he gets all those can kinda be vampire things but they where also just very normal and common human things as well.
So yes he was out here fighting vampire allegations instead of ghost ones like when he was young.
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" Mr.Kent sir you dropped this."
Clark turned around slightly spooked he hadn't heard the young man a moment ago, which should be impossible with his super hearing. Focusing on the man In front of him he realized that the heartbeat he was now hearing was... too slow, unhealthily so. If he had just been hearing the heartbeat he would have been sure it was from someone dying, but the man In front of him showed no struggle or weakness in spite of that.
"Sir?"
Clark snapped back into the present. "Oh! Right sorry about that, it's been a very long day usually I'm out of here long before the sun sets."
"No worries man I totally get that, I just saw that you dropped your glasses case near me and wanted to quickly return it."
"Well thank you Mr.?"
"Fenton, Danny Fenton I work the night shift here."
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Danny doing his job
His coworkers spraying holy water to prove he's a vampire:
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Just an Idea
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half-baked
“Drac—” voice cracking, then a soft, “oh.”
Turning, slowly, from where he’d been kneeling, trying to stoke up the flames in the stubborn fireplace. Harry was early—never mind, this would work too. Already was working, if the slack in Harry’s jaw was anything to go by, the way he gulped and gulped and his hands started absentmindedly petting the doorframe.
“Yes?” blinking coyly.
“You’re… erm… they’re new. The panties. I’ve never, seen them before.”
Each word lower, voice getting huskier, eyes hungry. Coming closer in slow, careful steps, and the smile Draco kept trying to swallow burst, too fond to keep.
“You like them,” he said as innocently as he managed. Stayed on the floor, on his heels, not showing off but—all right, showing off. They were expensive, and Draco a simple man. Harry couldn’t quite keep his mouth closed.
“Like,” he nodded. Almost at the fireplace now, palms stretching wide. “I, yeah, I like them. A lot.” Fingers running delicately over soft silk. “You look—”
He gasped when Draco slid forward, head in a perfect position to mouth at Harry’s trousers, at the place where he was clearly getting quite interested. An ear-shattering Draco as his tongue traced the hardening proof, then a half-moan, a breathy sound.
Harry took Draco’s chin between thumb and forefinger. “Love,” swallowing. Draco did his best to give him a sultry look from under his lashes, to sigh, only a little helplessly, nuzzling into his palm.
“Let me,” he begged, desperate already, “please, Harry, fuck,” and Harry laughed, incredulous and dear.
“Sweetheart,” fingers threading in his hair and the light in his eyes. “Always,” with that tone, the one that went stretchy and melty and roasting hot. “You know I’ll always indulge you.”
“Hush,” Draco admonished, flushing and already far past his ability to, ah, think, coherently. With a warning lick to the root of Harry’s palm: “May I?”
Referring to the fingers already fixed in Harry’s belt loops. Harry took one, bent down to give it a kiss, then grabbed a fistful of Draco’s hair, used it to pull his head back.
“Let me look at you a little first,” he whispered, raspy and perfect. “You did go to all this trouble.”
“Harry,” breathlessly.
“Yes,” smile dripping with approval, “just like that, darling. Show me.”
Draco made himself swallow. Panting he followed the directive, tilting his head back as far as he could go, stretching under Harry’s firm hold so his body was on display, all the way down to trilling laces. “Harry,” again, tightly.
“You’re perfect,” Harry said. “Come here.” Pulling him up and instantly attacking, less kisses more an attempt to devour, and his hands, running up and down Draco’s sides, his belly, his back, the soft, smooth fabric of his new panties.
“You drive me mad,” Harry murmured into the crook of his neck, biting and licking. “You sweet, sweet thing,” and Draco could only whimper in response, already half-melted and frantic in his arms. Rubbing his bare skin on Harry’s neat suit, feeling, feeling, rabid with it, sticky and sweet.
“Ha—rumph,” desperate cry only turning more desperate when Harry picked him up, entirely in the air, kicking and squirming, and slammed him back down on the mantlepiece. Sitting him with his legs spread and Harry in between them, bending so he was level with Draco’s new, wet panties.
Ruined beyond repair, probably, just like Draco, just like him, and “Please,” he somehow managed to say, “Harry, ah, ah,” and Harry planted his face in Draco’s crotch and inhaled, a deep, mad laugh of a sound.
“Yes,” he kept saying, sprinkling little kisses on Draco’s weeping, silk-covered cock, “yes, I did promise, hmm, didn’t I, you perfect, perfect creature,” and Draco’s breathing had gone ragged, had gone, gone, and he was—he was—
Leaning back, hitting his head on the bricks and begging, probably, but not with words, just mindless little thrusts of his hips, and Harry was still laughing, laughing, laughing.
Looking up at him, oddly serious and entirely earnest: “I like it so much,” and Draco, helpless, pushed back up to kiss him.
It worked, was the half-baked thought in the back of his head, unclear and colourful like hard-boiled sweets. Kept rocking his hips till the friction was just right, kept making these terrible sounds, open-mouthed and high in his throat. And Harry was all around him, was Harry, firm and chuckling and warm and terrific, just hard enough, just—ah—so very—
When Harry finally let him down (oh god) and when he finally, finally let Draco use his mouth on him (oh god) and when he pulled him back up and petted him, kept saying “Draco, sweetheart, oh, my darling,” like that, it was all just deliciously, stupidly, frantically sweet.
(For flufftober day 26. Find the soft AO3 collection here).
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