Because there really aren't enough DannyxDash stories

SLAP

Danny stared intently at the dull hardwood floor, finding its cracks and chips incredibly interesting.

"What did you fucking say to me?" came a sneering voice from above him.

Swallowing thickly as he tried to ignore the way the older male's intimidating voice made him want to lock himself in his bedroom, curl up on his bed, fall asleep, and never wake up, Danny tried to muster as much strength in his words as he could. Unfortunately, all that came out was a quiet shaking, "I'm tired."

The larger presence stepped forward, his hot breath tickling Danny's neck as he whispered, "I don't give a shit." Then, without warning, a tan fist collided with his vision and he fell to the ground.

"I-I'm sorry, Jake," Danny tried to start but was cut off almost immediately.

"You think you're fucking better than me?" Jake's loud voice demanded silence after. Danny held his breath and flinched when Jake repeated, "You think you're better than me? You think you can just do whatever the fuck you want around here?"

"No! I would never-"

"Because you're not. You're fucking pathetic. You think you can just run this apartment and do whatever the fuck you want. You think you can just stomp all over me and take advantage of me. 'I'm too tired' Hah! You're such a fucking bitch."

Danny's wide blue eyes met harsh brown ones glowering down at him. The eyes of Jake, his boyfriend of two years. Jake's tan Italian hand ran through his curly brown hair and his square jaw began moving again as he continued on. "Since we moved in together a year ago it's been all about you. You're so fucking selfish. You manipulate me by guilting me with your fucking pathetic sob story. You try and make me feel bad for you because you're covered in scars from when you were kidnapped. But guess what? You can't even remember where those came from! How fucking selfish is it to try and make me feel bad for you and help you or some shit when you can't even remember anything? Fucking weak ass."

Danny's gaze dropped to the floor. Jake was right, of course. Not about all of it. Danny did remember where the scars came from, but he would never admit that to anyone. But obviously Jake was right about everything else. He knew it, deep down. How selfish could he be?

Jake snapped him out of his thoughts by grabbing his wrist. With a yelp, Danny was pulled to his feet before being all but thrown into the wall. His head painfully crashed against the dull brown surface and he squeezed his eyes shut as he felt a muscular hand gripping his neck. When he felt courageous enough to peek out behind his thick lashes, large glaring eyes greeted his vision.

"Jake, please-"

"Shut the fuck up, asshole," Jake demanded. Danny could smell the pasta they had earlier from Jake's breath. Danny glanced up, avoiding his boyfriend's glare.

Jake shook his head. "Fuck, Danny. I don't know what to do with you anymore."

"I'm sorry," Danny whispered. Jake's grip only tightened on his neck.

"You're so lucky to have me, Danny. I've been nothing but good to you. Do you think anyone else could stand to listen to your bitching and whining? Do you think anyone else could love your scars like I do? No, I'm the only one who can handle you. You'd best never forget that."

Danny weakly nodded, tears forming in his eyes.

"Good." Jake stepped away from Danny, his grip finally leaving his skin. "Now, come on. Let's go to the bedroom. I think I deserve sex after this shit. Hmm?"

Danny hesitated, his breath catching in his throat. Didn't he learn in school that if he didn't want to have sex he didn't have to? Isn't that why he made the excuse of being tired in the first place? But then again, Jake had been treating him so nicely. Maybe Jake was right. Maybe Danny did need to give this to his boyfriend.

Jake let out an exasperated sigh. "Danny, do I really have to explain everything to you all over again? After everything I do for you, you won't give me a little bit of fun? Stop being a child about this. Really." With that, Jake walked into their bedroom, shutting off the living room light as he shut the bedroom door.

Danny stayed in the darkened living room, his hands rubbing lightly against his bruised neck. Part of him wanted to leave. To run out of the door and never come back. But the bigger part knew Jake was right. Jake deserved him. He deserved this. And Danny was doing no good by delaying the inevitable. He might as well get this over with.

Danny shut the bedroom door behind him.

DO NOT FRET there will be no actual writing of sexual behaviors in this story. Only the mention that they occurred. That's why I dropped this fic's rating down to a T. If you have an issue with this still, feel free to PM me and we can discuss it!