The sequel thingy! Read 'Knight in Ecto Armor", "Deck the halls with ecto plasma?', 'Here comes the ghost', and 'Danny be Nimble Danny be Quick' before reading this! Danny looks like he's in his early twenties; Vlad looks the same as he always has in my fictions, hot and delicious! Vlad is Father Danny is Dad.

DORIAN IS FIFTEEN!

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Dorian was sitting by the window in his English class waiting for Mrs. McMain, the English teacher, to come and start the class. He was lost in a daydream as he watched the rain.

A gorgeous raven-haired man burst into the classroom startling Dorian and the other students. He was tall, around six feet, with pale skin and the deepest black eyes Dorian had ever seen, he was wearing a dark blue suit that showed off his long limbs, his hair fell to just below his shoulders, just long enough to make a ponytail. Tying his long, silky hair back, he held up one hand and in one swift movement he swept everything off Mrs. McMains' desk and into the garbage can at the end.

There was a small squeak as the chair was pulled out from the desk so he could sit down and prop his black leather boots upon the desk top. Out of know where he pulled out a bottle of Dr. Pepper and sipped contently on it.

It was dead silent for five minutes before he broke the silence by tossing the now empty bottle into the trash and speaking. "I'm Mr. Black, your new English teacher. Mrs. McMain quit and called…" he pauesd to think a moment before continueing, "Dorian Masters an ungrateful git. That would be…" He looked around the room and pointed at Dorian who was trying to recover, the mans' voice had poured over him like liquid velvet. "You."

Dorians' bright blue eyes locked with Mr. Blacks' obsidian ones. "You are correct in your assumption."

"Wonderful, I am never wrong. Anyway back on subject any questions about me or what I will be teaching you? You, ugly pink half sweater with a bad blond dye job."

"The name's Ver-on-ica," Veronica purred in a voice she must have thought was sexy and chewed her gum loudly.

"Well, Ver-on-ica, what's you question?"

"Where's Mrs. McMain?"

"You are a moron, if you had been paying attention to what I was saying and not just staring at me you would know the answer to that question. Anything else? No, then let me begin," Mr. Black said and began his lecture on 16th century literature.

Dorian listened and easily became enthralled with what the man said. Mr. Black was very animated when he talked, his hands flying around making gestures to emphasize a certain point or dismiss another; he paced the front of the room, occasionally perching atop his desk. He was chewing a pencil in between thoughts, the hard wood slipping in and out from between his rose petal lips.

At one point he had dropped his pencil and bent over to pick it up making Dorian realize that he had an incredible ass. That mixed with the constant movement of the pencil made Dorian almost blush as he felt himself get a little hard.

Today was the day Dorian finally knew that he was gay.

Suddenly the bell rang surprising Mr. Black, who jumped a good two feet in the air and chuck his pencil at the clock near Dorians' head, causing it to ricochet off the hard surface and clatter onton Dorians' desk top as the platinum haired teen packed his bag so he could go home.

As the class was leaving Dorian stopped in front of Mr. Blacks' desk, where his new teacher was falling asleep with his chin resting on his fingertips, to return the pencil. "I believe this is yours," he said and Mr. Black cracked open an eye to see who was returning something of his.

In the blink of an eye, a pale hand shot out, grabbed the pencil, and returned it to his (Mr. Blacks') lips. "Thank you for not being a kleptomaniac, this is my only pencil. Now run along little Masters, this is my nap time and I'd rather not share it at the moment, maybe later," Mr. Black winked before he returned to his original position only with a pencil sticking out from between his lips.

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"OH GOD! MY EYES!" Dorian yelled and quickly stepped out of the house.

Vlad had Danny pinned to the stair banister and they both weren't wearing clothes. Dorian unfortunately saw Dannys' hard member, but Vlads' was nowhere in sight that made their son even more disturbed than if he had seen it.

"VLAD!" Danny moaned loudly.

"LA! LA! LA! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Dorian shouted as he stuffed his fingers into his ears.

About ten minutes later Vlad opened the door dressed and pulled his sons' fingers out of his ears. "Why are you home early?"

"Half-day remember?" Dorian scowled and walked inside, sometimes he wished he had normal parents that didn't screw every chance they got, then again, it was part of having a Dad only a few years older than you and a Father that was still partially a teen at heart, when he wasn't a mad scientist, homicidal maniac, suave buisness tycoon, charming ladies man, or a nympho, they understood Dorian better than normal parents ever could.

"How was school?" Danny asked and for the first time Dorian blushed as he remembered getting hard just from watching his new teacher. "You're blushing! What happened? Meet a girl? How about a guy?"

"Nothing Dad, just hormones happened, I got horny during English that's it," Dorian said, it was the truth…mostly.

"With that old bat teaching?" Vlad asked as they walked into the kitchen.

"No, we have a new English teacher, his name's Mr. Black."

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What do you think? Good? Bad? Dorian is gay! Gaygaygaygaygay! I think this might be better than my other stories so far, I can really pull this plot aloong and make sequels galor!