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Spell Failure
Title: Spell Failure
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Vlad/Kwan/Lancer threesome
Fandom: Danny Phantom, Amity Slash Role Play
Danny Phantom belongs to Nickelodeon and its associates.

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The Amity Slash Role Play was created June 2006. It has since gotten... strange. The main community can be found here. Individual character journals can be found from the main comm.

This story hinges on three general plot points in the RP. Lancer is a witch, Kwan is his apprentice, and Kwan has been afflicted with a "resonance" than affects ghosts. This resonance is blocked by wearing a specific charm.

This was written June 2007 as kind of a dare. It has not been edited since then.

Enjoy.

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Lancer gave one more veiled glance of worry at Kwan. The boy was kneeling in the circle, massive amounts of power gathered, and was attempting to create a self-transfiguration spell to turn him into a girl without the curse. But that wasn’t what worried him. No, Lancer’s source of worry was the nervousness coming off of Kwan in waves, all caused by the presence of the man sitting near them, assessing the situation with a cold, calculating eye.

Vlad Masters.

Why in hell was Vlad here, anyway? Lancer asked himself. The only thing he was accomplishing by being here was making Kwan nervous, Lancer had tried to make him see that numerous times. And Kwan went through spell failure when he was nervous.

Lancer winced as a stray thread of power smacked him across the face. He focused back on the situation at hand to see the beads of sweat falling down Kwan’s face, his grimace of pain as power began to fly out of control…

Spell failure. Damn.

But this time was different, too much power, too small a circle. The first time he watched Kwan arch back and cry out in pain, as power gained physicality and sliced quickly through the skin on Kwan’s back like a whip tongue, Lancer shot forward and despite Vlad’s vocal protests, opened the circle.

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Vlad came to into a world upside down for a reason, a reason he didn’t quite know until he fell off the wall back onto the floor. “Unnngh,” he groaned, picking himself up. “Lyonell,” he said dangerously, “I would like to know what in hell you were thinking.”

Lancer kneeled in the remains of the shattered circle, arms around his shaking apprentice. “I’d like to know the same of you,” he purred, just as dangerously. “I told you again and again that your presence makes Kwan susceptible to spell failure and yet you still insist upon coming. And this time your mere presence nearly killed him.”

“But it didn’t, I assume,” Vlad said with confidence. It was a confidence he didn’t feel. His body was screaming with various aches and his mind was screaming about the boy.

“No thanks to you,” Lancer sneered. The body in his arms stirred. “Kwan?” Lancer asked, voice suddenly soft and compassionate. “Are you okay?”

Kwan held tight to Lancer and nodded. “I think so…” Kwan said. He looked up at Lancer then over at Vlad, squinting through the bright auras surrounding them. “Why is everything so shiny?” he asked.

“Shiny?” Vlad asked.

Kwan turned around in Lancer’s protective arms and seemed to slide up the man. “Shiny,” he said in sensual clarification. “Soft. Tempting…” He brought fingers up to caress the man’s lips.

“Kwan?” Lancer asked. “Kwan, this isn’t you. The human body commonly misinterprets magical energy as sexual, you don’t have to do--” He was cut off by warm lips pressing into his own.

Kwan’s hands pressed Lancer toward the floor as he plundered his master’s mouth with tongue and lips, as he sent some of that tingling power roiling within him into the man beneath him. Lancer tensed as he felt power spread, groaned as it burned an itching fire along his nerves, as the body mistook invading energy as sexual.

“…this,” Lancer finally finished as Kwan’s lips slowly lifted off his. He came back to awareness with arms wrapped tightly, possessively around Kwan’s waist, half lying on the floor with his armload of boy on top of him. “You’re right,” he said randomly. “Everything is shiny.”

Vlad growled, though with disgust or jealousy he didn’t really know. “You’re going to hate yourself in the morning, Lyonell, taking advantage of a 16 year old boy like that.”

“I know,” Lancer said, nuzzling Kwan’s neck, peppering it with little kisses.

“Why would he?” Kwan asked amidst tiny gasps. “You’ve taken advantage of me before…”

“Oh?” Lancer asked. “When?”

“My amulet got lost,” Kwan explained. “I didn’t really like it but then things weren’t so shiny then.”

Vlad stood up and stormed off, unwilling or perhaps unable to deal with the conversation. He didn’t get far, suddenly finding a boy wrapped around his back. “Don’t go,” Kwan said quietly as he wrapped arms around Vlad’s chest. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I have to go,” Vlad said as he tried to untangle arms from around himself.

“No you don’t,” Kwan pleaded. “Please. I want you to stay.”

Vlad turned around to confront his errant boy before realizing his mistake. Kwan let go as Vlad turned, hands going behind his neck to the clasp found there. “I can make you stay,” he said softly, unclasping the chain holding his amulet on.

Fear shot through Vlad for a split second. “Don’t do it,” he whispered.

Lancer got up and snuck behind Vlad. He pressed himself behind Vlad, growing erection digging into distracted buttocks. Lancer wrapped arms around him to keep him there. “Don’t be afraid,” he whispered as the amulet was pulled away from Kwan’s chest and his resonance began to glow.

“I hate you,” Vlad murmured as he felt the burning begin within him.

“I know,” Lancer crooned.

The amulet fell to the floor and Kwan stepped forward, pressed hungry lips against Vlad’s, quelling protests and coaxing response from the man until he finally gave in and took control, took what he wanted, what he needed.

Lancer purred and tore off his clothing at the sight of Vlad overpowering Kwan, at the sight of Vlad’s hands possessively clutching at the boy, mouth fused brutally with Kwan’s. Once naked he pressed his naked self against Vlad’s back again, trailed biting kisses down the man’s neck to the annoying suit jacket.

Vlad pulled away long enough to growl, concentrated enough to phase both himself and Kwan out of their clothing, gasped as suddenly two pairs of hands roamed over his naked flesh, scratching at his sides, pinching peaked nipples, sliding down to fondle curves and planes and balls and place teasing feather-strokes around a hungry asshole.

“Need… now…” Vlad ground out as he pulled away from Kwan’s searching mouth and placed a hand on the boy’s head. He none too gently pressed down, forcing the boy to his knees in front of him. Kwan looked up at Vlad with shining, almost inhuman green eyes and nodded, kneeling lower and taking Vlad’s erection into his mouth.

Lancer groaned at the sight, darted away for a second to his bag. He dug through, looking for something lube-like in nature, finally coming to a bottle of moon-charged oil. Hmm… He crawled back to the scene before him and kneeled behind Kwan.

“He’s mine,” Vlad growled, a growl hazed with lust. Kwan’s tongue was swirling around his shaft, teeth grazing clumsily as he sucked and bobbed, more enthusiasm than skill or talent.

“He’s mine, too,” Lancer growled back as he poured oil onto his hand and reached under Kwan to his hole. Kwan gasped and keened as fingers coated in liquid power stroked him there, so close to his core… He arched back, silently begging for more. “See?” Lancer purred, smug at his boy’s reaction. Vlad only groaned as tiny keens sent jolts of vibration through him and turned a blind eye to the sight of Lyonell taking what was his.

Lancer placed a tender kiss to the back of Kwan’s neck and pressed slickened fingers up into Kwan, spreading oil around to ease his entrance. He pulled his hand away, brought it back to spread oil over his own cock, and kneeled under Kwan, lifted the boy up just enough to position him and slide him down. He grabbed ahold of Kwan’s balls and tugged as Kwan arched away from suckling Vlad and screamed in pain and pleasure.

“You…” Vlad fumed, furious at the loss of sensation and Lyonell’s manhandling of that which was his.

Lancer merely lifted Kwan up and eased him back down in a gentle exploratory thrust. He let Kwan’s throaty moan speak volumes before taking a hold of Kwan’s neck and positioning it for Vlad’s usage. Kwan gazed pleadingly up at Vlad, begging him with his eyes to use him, use him mercilessly.

Vlad obliged, stepping back forward and sliding his member back between willing lips, moaned in time with the boy as Lancer gently lifted and lowered Kwan onto his own aching cock.

Vlad’s hands ached to grip Kwan’s head and just pound into that beautiful throat until he spilled within. He let them clutch at the boy’s shoulders as Kwan controlled the pace, sucking forward then pulling back to lap and tease with lips and tongue. He kept gazing up at Vlad before sucking back down, pleading for something.

“Stop holding back,” Lancer translated in a whisper. When Kwan nodded in agreement Vlad’s hands shot up to Kwan’s head and he slammed forward, forcing Kwan to deep throat quickly, without warning. The fluttering of Kwan’s sudden gag around the head of his dick made Vlad groan all the more as he pounded that pretty mouth, as Kwan forced his throat to relax and just take it, take it all.

Vlad was getting close, they could all sense it. Lancer took pity on Kwan and snaked his oily hand behind Vlad’s balls to press a finger into his willing ass, sliding inside to stroke at his prostate. Vlad arched back and howled, spilling semen down Kwan’s throat. He pulled out before he was finished, sticky cum flooding Kwan’s mouth and one last spurt to splatter across his lips. Kwan gazed up at Vlad in something akin to gratitude before reaching down to get himself off.

Lancer pulled his hand out of Vlad’s ass and let the man fall over and watch. He slapped Kwan’s hand away from its task and took over, oil-slickened hand stroking Kwan’s penis in time with ever rougher thrusts into his ass. Kwan gasped and keened, little screaming sounds never quite completed until it all just became too much and he slammed down on Lancer’s cock, threw himself back into the man’s embrace, and screamed. Pearly strands of semen arched as Kwan thrashed and screamed and finally grew calm. Lancer fell just as Kwan finished, emptying his load deep in Kwan’s bowels.

Power spent, Kwan lay limp in his master’s arms, as sanity returned to him. He started to tense up as fear replaced lust, as he realized what they’d just done.

Lancer held Kwan close, nuzzled neck and stroked shoulders in an attempt to calm the fear he could taste. “Shhh, you did nothing wrong,” he assured.

“But, but, I you we…” Kwan sputtered, attempting to get some words out. He licked his lips, tasting cooling semen on them and couldn’t bring himself to look at Vlad. He shifted slightly and tensed, blushed as he felt Lancer’s softened penis slide out of his ass. “What we just did…”

Lancer could see the buzzing still fogging Vlad’s mind. He reached over and picked up Kwan’s amulet, put it back around his neck. Vlad went through his own panicked tension, eyes wide and full of self-loathing as his senses returned.

Kwan tried to pull away, silently begged Lancer not to touch him, but couldn’t find the strength to leave the arms that began petting him, stroking him like a distressed child. “What we just did…” Kwan said again, unable to finish.

“How touching,” Vlad said, disgusted with himself. He shuddered in revulsion and grabbed his clothes, pulling them on quickly, immaculately, before phasing out of the room through the wall.

Kwan watched, dismayed at his boss left without a useful or a kind word. Lancer stroked through Kwan’s hair, trying to offer comfort. “He’ll be all right,” Lancer murmured. “He’ll hate himself for a while then blame it all on the resonance and on me.”

“But what if I don’t want him to blame it on anything?” Kwan asked softly, curled in a ball in Lancer’s arms.

“That is something you’ll have to speak to him about,” Lancer said quietly. He kissed Kwan on the top of the head and just held him for a long time.

End