Danny/Vlad/GW Fic Part 2
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neoyiPart Two of that Angel Phantom (Danny), Vlad, and Ghostwriter love triangle-ness. Oh, and for those unfamiliar with AP, Angel has the ability to turn his gender into a female. Again, rated PG-13 for the sex talk and such.
“Now where’s the fun in just wearing clothes?” Charlie sincerely asked, giving off a quick shrug, “We’re two good looking men. Besides, just because anyone’s straight never gave me a reason to get down their pants.” As he spoke, Charlie inched closer to Vlad, eventually luring him to the kitchen wall.
“I know you’re a God and I have absolutely no chance fighting against you, but I sure as hell will try!” Vlad would have placed his fists up if Charlie’s chest didn’t practically touched his own, his pale arms on each side of Vlad.
“I’m pretty good at turning straight men the other way around; I am the God of Sex, after all.” Charlie grinned as he slowly started to undo his jacket, “And I know Angel likes you very much.” The jacket flew off and Vlad let off a quick whimper. Next came his vest before Charlie slowly started to undo his necktie. One more article of clothing would be removed to showcase his bare chest unless Vlad thought of something quick.
“I-If you think Angel likes me, then why are you trying to have sex with me?” To Vlad’s relief, Charlie stopped unbuttoning his shirt and gave off a rather irritated look, so in all context, Vlad continued, “I mean…you two are best friends, surely you wouldn’t ever betray your friend…would you?” That manage to back Charlie up as he lowered his face down and had his arms crossed.
“…Despite all the sex you two have, you still remain friends and nothing more, so trying to get me in bed when Angel really likes me…well, that’s just wrong.” Vlad struggled with his words as he’s never dealt with the fact that he was chatting with someone who considered foreplay a form of friendship, so he hoped what he said made some marginal amount of sense. It must’ve worked as Charlie sat on the kitchen chair Vlad previously did, grumbling to himself. Sex crazed, but with decent enough morals, at least for Angel’s sake.
“…Angel said the two of us should try and get along and I assume he means on a more platonic level.” Vlad spoke while buttoning his shirt, “So maybe you can tell me what you like to do?”
“I like art and sex.” Charlie answered.
“…Oh. Okay…Ummm…I like art, too. The sex part…uhh…well, I’ve probably never had it as much as you did.” He spoke with flustered cheeks.
“Really? With the way you behave, I assume you as a virgin.”
“I will have you know I’ve had my way with women.” Vlad answered, gritting through his teeth, “Every fiancée my father forced on me, I’ve slept with!”
“Every fiancée? You’re polygamous?”
“NO! I had six fiancées in a role due to unfortunate incidents on all of them, one after another.”
“What happened to them?”
“Well, the first one accidentally got hit by a car, so she’s currently comatose, the second when mentally insane when I took her to the circus (I didn’t know till then how fearful she was of people on stilts), the third had a sex change (and my father wanted a future heir, so that was bust), the fourth refused to marry me, rebelled, and ran away, the fifth suffered narcolepsy so on our trip to Paris, when I told her not to stay on the edge of the Eiffel Tower she…well…she’ll be sorely missed, and the sixth…she just lost contact with me years ago.”
“It’s any wonder you’re penis isn’t as loose as Angel would make you out to be, you have a sucky romance.”
“EXCUSE ME? Do I see a partner in your arms?!” Vlad placed a hand on his hip, one of his hand holding his vest.
“I will never be seriously involved until I finish my ultimate artwork.”
“And what is that?”
“I don’t know. When it comes to me, then I will do it.”
“…How did you meet Angel?” Vlad asked after an uncomfortable silence. Charlie’s first answer started off with an amused smile.
“I met him many years ago at an art museum here.” Charlie started, “Or should I say met “her” as Angel was in his female form. I caught her admiring a clay model. Her body caught my eye.”
“Her…body, how superficial...and pigheaded,” Vlad scoffed.
“I will have you know that I consider the female body to be works of art. I may enjoy all types of genders, but not one could cross the boundaries of elegance as the female body…and Angel had quite the look. Don’t tell me even YOU never noticed.” Vlad’s answer involved him tightly clutching his mouth, eyes widen, and a lumpy feeling in his throat.
“I thought so.” He chuckled, “Any who, I approached and told her a thing or two behind the symbolic meanings of the damn thing…done by an amateur artist in my opinion who thinks whatever he makes is deep and complicated. Please, art isn’t always about that, art can be whatever the shit you want it to be, even if it’s the most blatant and obvious. But I’m getting off the subject…hey, think you can make me some coffee?” Vlad raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, right, I forgot, you’re royalty, probably can’t work a coffee machine.” And with that, Vlad stood up.
“I know how to make coffee.” He sneered as he proceeded to the kitchen “…Continue.”
“Any who, after we chatted on that stupid statue, we basically talked a little about ourselves, found out we were both Gods, then I invited her over to our soon-to-be favorite café for some coffee, then invited her to my apartment where I asked if I could draw her.”
“Draw?” Vlad asked as he let the machine brew.
“Works of Art.” Charlie casually gestured his hand apart, “Any who, she was kind enough for me to draw for her, so I did…then I asked if I could draw her naked--oh, I take two lumps of sugar in my coffee.”
The coffee mug with the hotel’s official name and address imprinted on it made solid contact on the kitchen counter as Vlad slammed it down, eyeing Charlie with a heated glare.
“W-What, what did you say?” Vlad hoarsely asked.
“That Angel said I could draw her?”
“No, after.”
“I take two lumps of sugar?”
“No, BEFORE, in the middle!”
“I asked to draw her naked?"
“THAT’S IT. That’s the one…you drew her naked?”
“Well, not the first time.” Charlie casually answered, “Back then, he was actually a bit modest then he is now. He flirts with you constantly, right?” Vlad slowly nodded. “Well, that’s cuz’ he spent a lot of time with me.”
“…Well, that’s a relief.” Vlad sarcastically said, getting the sugar out, “…He really was modest?”
“Yes, he...err...she was reluctant to reveal her body to me, very shy in fact.” Charlie grinned, “So…I try to seduce her in order for her to strip for me…with a bit of help from myself when I slowly started to undo the zipper. I never got to draw her naked because at that point, we started to kiss and well…you know what that lead to--oh, thanks for the coffee.” Charlie reached and pulled the mug from yet again, a shocked Vlad who froze upon having suffered through that story.
“Well, things heated off from there. For about a couple of months, the two of us were actually a couple.” Charlie continued, “Perfect couple we were, I went where Angel went, she went where I went, we gushed over the same things, but eventually we both found out how difficult it was for us to be together. I had dedicated to writing, drawing, and other forms of art and pleasure, so I went where those called me. Angel went wherever he could to find his namesake, flying from planet to planet. Two different worlds…so, in the end, we settled for being good friends...with benefits, heh heh.”
Despite the casual, almost careless tone he sounded with, Charlie’s face hinted a sense of sadness as his eyebrows creased and his mouth suffered a small frown, covered by the coffee mug. Vlad sat next to him and eyed him with a surprisingly small look of pity.
“I’ve been…with a lot of people…most of them mortals, but…I just connected with Angel the most; makes me wonder if we’ve met in another lifetime…plus the sex is great which is saying a lot considering who I am.”
“…Is it?” Vlad lean closer.
“Yep, we’ve done pretty much everything we could think of: Whips, toys, bondage, Angel’s done gender changes in between, and we’ve done it in many places: beds, shower, behind curtains, car, public places--ooh, there’s this one time where we did it underneath a table in a fancy restaurant…what was it called again, ahh, whatever it was, the table was small so we were both crowded, but that’s what made it all the more challenging, especially when he nibbles in my--”
“Alright, alright! I get it! Please STOP!” Another awkward silence fell before Charlie made a deep sigh.
“We made a promise to each other.”
“Oh?”
“Yes…we promised that by the time I finished my ultimate artwork, when I feel like I don’t need to be completely burden by art to find love…I would marry him.”
“…OH, m-marry?”
"Marry, commit, whatever."
“Yes, I’d follow him wherever he went, it wouldn’t matter, I’d just be close to him, but if he finds another before then, I will do the honorable thing and be happy for him.”
“…So you love him?” Vlad asked, quite puzzled. Was this friendship thing merely to hide his true feelings and get as close as possible to Angel? Charlie eyed Vlad and gave off a warm smile, replacing the cocky grin he sported since he’s arrival.
“…You’re very lucky to have him.”
Then another silence fell, this one more out of emotional sorrow and love then the awkward air it once manifested.
“…So…why does Angel call you Charlie?”
“Well, it all started when he was reading the Peanuts comic strip…”
_______________________________
Charlie left at about six in the evening at which by pure coincidence Angel returned from wherever he was.
“The bakery, the Eiffel Tower, helping an old lady with her memory loss, and oh, and some eavesdropping to see how you two were doing.” Angel answered when asked.
“Angel, I would appreciate it if you gave us privacy.” Vlad suggested.
“Hey, you’re the one who didn’t wanted to be with him alone.”
“Well, yes…but we talked and got along, he seems like a nice guy despite his choice of lifestyle being that of…questionable taste to me.”
“Ooh, this is too perfect!” Angel clapped his hands, “I knew you two would get along.”
“I suppose…still, it’ll take some time, but it's a start.”
“And all the more better then at the art museum tomorrow.” Angel placed his arms around Vlad’s, “They’ll be dancing there.”
“No.”
“Oh, come on, one dance, please?”
“Angel…”
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?” Angel hovered a bit till he was even with Vlad’s height and gave off the most doest eye expression he could give, “Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please--”
“ALRIGHT! ONE dance.”
“YAAAAAAAAAY!” He celebrated by flying around the room, literally bouncing off the walls while Vlad spent the better part dodging when it seemed the God came in his direction; although even he didn’t deny it when seeing Angel happy made him smile. When he finally calmed down, he gave Vlad a massive bear hug.
“Don’t worry, this time I won’t abandon you for Charlie, we’re just friends.”
“Angel, you’re acting like I’m jealous or something.” While Vlad’s face remained mild and content, inside, he felt uneasy as his stomach took a quick turn.
To Be Continued...
“Now where’s the fun in just wearing clothes?” Charlie sincerely asked, giving off a quick shrug, “We’re two good looking men. Besides, just because anyone’s straight never gave me a reason to get down their pants.” As he spoke, Charlie inched closer to Vlad, eventually luring him to the kitchen wall.
“I know you’re a God and I have absolutely no chance fighting against you, but I sure as hell will try!” Vlad would have placed his fists up if Charlie’s chest didn’t practically touched his own, his pale arms on each side of Vlad.
“I’m pretty good at turning straight men the other way around; I am the God of Sex, after all.” Charlie grinned as he slowly started to undo his jacket, “And I know Angel likes you very much.” The jacket flew off and Vlad let off a quick whimper. Next came his vest before Charlie slowly started to undo his necktie. One more article of clothing would be removed to showcase his bare chest unless Vlad thought of something quick.
“I-If you think Angel likes me, then why are you trying to have sex with me?” To Vlad’s relief, Charlie stopped unbuttoning his shirt and gave off a rather irritated look, so in all context, Vlad continued, “I mean…you two are best friends, surely you wouldn’t ever betray your friend…would you?” That manage to back Charlie up as he lowered his face down and had his arms crossed.
“…Despite all the sex you two have, you still remain friends and nothing more, so trying to get me in bed when Angel really likes me…well, that’s just wrong.” Vlad struggled with his words as he’s never dealt with the fact that he was chatting with someone who considered foreplay a form of friendship, so he hoped what he said made some marginal amount of sense. It must’ve worked as Charlie sat on the kitchen chair Vlad previously did, grumbling to himself. Sex crazed, but with decent enough morals, at least for Angel’s sake.
“…Angel said the two of us should try and get along and I assume he means on a more platonic level.” Vlad spoke while buttoning his shirt, “So maybe you can tell me what you like to do?”
“I like art and sex.” Charlie answered.
“…Oh. Okay…Ummm…I like art, too. The sex part…uhh…well, I’ve probably never had it as much as you did.” He spoke with flustered cheeks.
“Really? With the way you behave, I assume you as a virgin.”
“I will have you know I’ve had my way with women.” Vlad answered, gritting through his teeth, “Every fiancée my father forced on me, I’ve slept with!”
“Every fiancée? You’re polygamous?”
“NO! I had six fiancées in a role due to unfortunate incidents on all of them, one after another.”
“What happened to them?”
“Well, the first one accidentally got hit by a car, so she’s currently comatose, the second when mentally insane when I took her to the circus (I didn’t know till then how fearful she was of people on stilts), the third had a sex change (and my father wanted a future heir, so that was bust), the fourth refused to marry me, rebelled, and ran away, the fifth suffered narcolepsy so on our trip to Paris, when I told her not to stay on the edge of the Eiffel Tower she…well…she’ll be sorely missed, and the sixth…she just lost contact with me years ago.”
“It’s any wonder you’re penis isn’t as loose as Angel would make you out to be, you have a sucky romance.”
“EXCUSE ME? Do I see a partner in your arms?!” Vlad placed a hand on his hip, one of his hand holding his vest.
“I will never be seriously involved until I finish my ultimate artwork.”
“And what is that?”
“I don’t know. When it comes to me, then I will do it.”
“…How did you meet Angel?” Vlad asked after an uncomfortable silence. Charlie’s first answer started off with an amused smile.
“I met him many years ago at an art museum here.” Charlie started, “Or should I say met “her” as Angel was in his female form. I caught her admiring a clay model. Her body caught my eye.”
“Her…body, how superficial...and pigheaded,” Vlad scoffed.
“I will have you know that I consider the female body to be works of art. I may enjoy all types of genders, but not one could cross the boundaries of elegance as the female body…and Angel had quite the look. Don’t tell me even YOU never noticed.” Vlad’s answer involved him tightly clutching his mouth, eyes widen, and a lumpy feeling in his throat.
“I thought so.” He chuckled, “Any who, I approached and told her a thing or two behind the symbolic meanings of the damn thing…done by an amateur artist in my opinion who thinks whatever he makes is deep and complicated. Please, art isn’t always about that, art can be whatever the shit you want it to be, even if it’s the most blatant and obvious. But I’m getting off the subject…hey, think you can make me some coffee?” Vlad raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, right, I forgot, you’re royalty, probably can’t work a coffee machine.” And with that, Vlad stood up.
“I know how to make coffee.” He sneered as he proceeded to the kitchen “…Continue.”
“Any who, after we chatted on that stupid statue, we basically talked a little about ourselves, found out we were both Gods, then I invited her over to our soon-to-be favorite café for some coffee, then invited her to my apartment where I asked if I could draw her.”
“Draw?” Vlad asked as he let the machine brew.
“Works of Art.” Charlie casually gestured his hand apart, “Any who, she was kind enough for me to draw for her, so I did…then I asked if I could draw her naked--oh, I take two lumps of sugar in my coffee.”
The coffee mug with the hotel’s official name and address imprinted on it made solid contact on the kitchen counter as Vlad slammed it down, eyeing Charlie with a heated glare.
“W-What, what did you say?” Vlad hoarsely asked.
“That Angel said I could draw her?”
“No, after.”
“I take two lumps of sugar?”
“No, BEFORE, in the middle!”
“I asked to draw her naked?"
“THAT’S IT. That’s the one…you drew her naked?”
“Well, not the first time.” Charlie casually answered, “Back then, he was actually a bit modest then he is now. He flirts with you constantly, right?” Vlad slowly nodded. “Well, that’s cuz’ he spent a lot of time with me.”
“…Well, that’s a relief.” Vlad sarcastically said, getting the sugar out, “…He really was modest?”
“Yes, he...err...she was reluctant to reveal her body to me, very shy in fact.” Charlie grinned, “So…I try to seduce her in order for her to strip for me…with a bit of help from myself when I slowly started to undo the zipper. I never got to draw her naked because at that point, we started to kiss and well…you know what that lead to--oh, thanks for the coffee.” Charlie reached and pulled the mug from yet again, a shocked Vlad who froze upon having suffered through that story.
“Well, things heated off from there. For about a couple of months, the two of us were actually a couple.” Charlie continued, “Perfect couple we were, I went where Angel went, she went where I went, we gushed over the same things, but eventually we both found out how difficult it was for us to be together. I had dedicated to writing, drawing, and other forms of art and pleasure, so I went where those called me. Angel went wherever he could to find his namesake, flying from planet to planet. Two different worlds…so, in the end, we settled for being good friends...with benefits, heh heh.”
Despite the casual, almost careless tone he sounded with, Charlie’s face hinted a sense of sadness as his eyebrows creased and his mouth suffered a small frown, covered by the coffee mug. Vlad sat next to him and eyed him with a surprisingly small look of pity.
“I’ve been…with a lot of people…most of them mortals, but…I just connected with Angel the most; makes me wonder if we’ve met in another lifetime…plus the sex is great which is saying a lot considering who I am.”
“…Is it?” Vlad lean closer.
“Yep, we’ve done pretty much everything we could think of: Whips, toys, bondage, Angel’s done gender changes in between, and we’ve done it in many places: beds, shower, behind curtains, car, public places--ooh, there’s this one time where we did it underneath a table in a fancy restaurant…what was it called again, ahh, whatever it was, the table was small so we were both crowded, but that’s what made it all the more challenging, especially when he nibbles in my--”
“Alright, alright! I get it! Please STOP!” Another awkward silence fell before Charlie made a deep sigh.
“We made a promise to each other.”
“Oh?”
“Yes…we promised that by the time I finished my ultimate artwork, when I feel like I don’t need to be completely burden by art to find love…I would marry him.”
“…OH, m-marry?”
"Marry, commit, whatever."
“Yes, I’d follow him wherever he went, it wouldn’t matter, I’d just be close to him, but if he finds another before then, I will do the honorable thing and be happy for him.”
“…So you love him?” Vlad asked, quite puzzled. Was this friendship thing merely to hide his true feelings and get as close as possible to Angel? Charlie eyed Vlad and gave off a warm smile, replacing the cocky grin he sported since he’s arrival.
“…You’re very lucky to have him.”
Then another silence fell, this one more out of emotional sorrow and love then the awkward air it once manifested.
“…So…why does Angel call you Charlie?”
“Well, it all started when he was reading the Peanuts comic strip…”
_______________________________
Charlie left at about six in the evening at which by pure coincidence Angel returned from wherever he was.
“The bakery, the Eiffel Tower, helping an old lady with her memory loss, and oh, and some eavesdropping to see how you two were doing.” Angel answered when asked.
“Angel, I would appreciate it if you gave us privacy.” Vlad suggested.
“Hey, you’re the one who didn’t wanted to be with him alone.”
“Well, yes…but we talked and got along, he seems like a nice guy despite his choice of lifestyle being that of…questionable taste to me.”
“Ooh, this is too perfect!” Angel clapped his hands, “I knew you two would get along.”
“I suppose…still, it’ll take some time, but it's a start.”
“And all the more better then at the art museum tomorrow.” Angel placed his arms around Vlad’s, “They’ll be dancing there.”
“No.”
“Oh, come on, one dance, please?”
“Angel…”
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?” Angel hovered a bit till he was even with Vlad’s height and gave off the most doest eye expression he could give, “Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please--”
“ALRIGHT! ONE dance.”
“YAAAAAAAAAY!” He celebrated by flying around the room, literally bouncing off the walls while Vlad spent the better part dodging when it seemed the God came in his direction; although even he didn’t deny it when seeing Angel happy made him smile. When he finally calmed down, he gave Vlad a massive bear hug.
“Don’t worry, this time I won’t abandon you for Charlie, we’re just friends.”
“Angel, you’re acting like I’m jealous or something.” While Vlad’s face remained mild and content, inside, he felt uneasy as his stomach took a quick turn.
To Be Continued...
