Woot! First Danny Phantom story.

Warning: MAJOR SLASH

Pairing:Dash/Danny

Sorry if Dash is a little OCC. but under the circumstances, who know's what he'd do?

Don't own Danny or Dash.

Twoshot.

Rated T for make-out session in detention room, leading to M rated things that happen in the near future that won't be mentioned.

Danny wasn't a bad kid. He didn't generally go around doing bad things, or even thinking about doing bad things. In actuality, Danny was a pretty good kid in comparison to most, even without including the fact that he saved the world from total ghost domination on at least a weekly basis.

Dash however, was a very bad kid. Danny had spent many hours locked in his own locker because of Dash, thinking of how bad a kid Dash was.

It was surprising then, how often Danny got detentions. It was true that all the teachers were out to get him, he decided. It was also surprising how little Dash got detentions, being the school bully and all. Was it because he was the star quarterback, and popular and good-looking to boot? Danny cursed Dash and all his perfection.

It was to some amount of satisfaction then, to see Dash saunter casually into detention that Wednesday afternoon, as if he'd been asked to volunteer himself to make the place nicer to look at, not that he'd been caught beating up on a freshman.

He chose to sit directly in front of Danny, who had gotten a seat at the very bad, in a corner away from the frightening detention usuals. Danny's stomach rippled with sheer excitement, having Dash so close to him without being physically harmed by him. It was no secret that he'd had a serious and heated crush on Dash for the past six months. At least no secret to Sam and Tucker, the only people he had told.

Blood rushed to the pale half-ghost's face with every move that Dash lazily made and he watched with interest at the way the shocking blond hair moved in gorgeous flowing waves. He was in heaven. He'd been tapping a pencil on his book since he'd gotten into the dreary detention room, but he stopped now, so caught up in just watching Dash be….sexy.

No one would be able to understand why the blue-eyed teen was in love with his oppressor. He wasn't a sadist as he'd been so often teased to be by Sam. He just, knew Dash in a way that no one else did. He'd watched Dash enough to know that he wasn't really as cruel as he played out to be. He didn't care what anyone said. Underneath it all, Dash was a sweetheart.

Blushing furiously, Danny was glad that no one could read his mind and see the pathetic things he was thinking to himself. Dash suddenly turned around, an icy blue stare piercing into the depth of Danny's pining heart.

"Is this place usually so damn boring?" Dash asked, gesturing to the sleeping teacher at the desk. "I should be at football practice right now. I can't stand this."

Danny looked bewildered, not quite comprehending that Dash was talking to him. It was something Dash did however, talk to him when none of his posse was around to be cool in front of. Danny savored these moments, getting the chance to see uncharacteristically smooth lips move with words he hardly heard.

"Yeah, it always is." Danny managed to squeeze the words out of his terrified diaphragm.

Dash stared at him. Suddenly, he swiveled completely in the desk, his chest pressed to the chair back, legs on either side, opposite to where they were supposed to be. "Entertain me." He said, putting his head on Danny's desk.

Danny felt his heart skip a beat…or 2. Did Dash understand how sexual everything that he said sounded when Danny had been dreaming about him for night's on end with no relief whatsoever to the tension building inside of him? Could he understand how much Danny could chop up a sentence as simple as "Entertain me," and make something too naughty for words out if?

"E-entertain you?" He whispered. "How?"

Dash sighed, stretching long limbs in front of him till his hands almost hit Danny in his face. "Do something or I'll beat you to a pulp Fenton." He said menacingly.

"Ok, ok." Danny said meekly, although if he wanted, he could have easily beat Dash up to a pulp instead. Not that he'd ever wanted. "I'll tell you a story."

Dash's childish attention seemed to have been caught.

"Once upon a time…" Danny tried to begin, but he was interrupted by Dash.

"Don't say that." He said.

"Ok..." Danny flushed, getting more and more flustered by Dash's interest in him when they were alone.

"Long ago, there was a strong prince named…"

"Dash." Dash said. "Name him Dash."

"Dash…" Danny said, inwardly smiling at Dash's cute obsession with himself. It took a lot to delve into all of Dash's complexities, but when one did, it was worth it.

"And he wanted nothing more that to find the beautiful princess named…"

"Fenton." Dash said. "The princess should be Fenton. I mean…Danny."

Danny was flabbergasted. "What?" he whispered.

"Yeah, and the strong Prince Dash made out with beautiful Princess Danny because he was horny and bored, and the beautiful Princess Danny promised not to tell anyone because strong Prince Dash threatened to kill her if she did." Dash said jubilantly. "The end."

Danny mouthed words like a fish out of water, not being able to blush for his face had stopped working, all of him had just stopped working.

"Now," Dash whispered, sitting up so he was level with Danny, so his eyes were locked with Danny's and their lips were only inches away from each other. "Make the story come true."

TBC…

For everyone that's reading any of my other stories, I'm truly sorry for the longest delay between updates ever. I was banned from my computer there for a while, struggling through mounds of work and other uninteresting things that I won't bother to go into. I'm going to start back soon, but in the little time that I could muster I decided to write a one-shot, so I wouldn't have to go through the resume of plot development etc. Sorry for the huge delay.

Oh and the last chapter of Unwanted Love is coming up.