A/N: So all stories are Bitterly Broken and take place in current-time Amity Park, which Dan has taken over. However, this isn't a chapter-by-chapter story, it's a series of drabbles. You won't be able to go chapter to chapter with the expectation the next chapter will continue where the last chapter ended. All that aside, enjoy!
As was typical of all rooms, Vlad's had four walls and a window. But the window, as well as the walls, were wholly impenetrable; nothing could get in or out unless Dan Phantom permitted it. The inability to leave aside, it didn't resemble an actual prison in the slightest. It resembled a five star suite. The mini-fridge, king-sized bed, kitchen, bathroom with hot tub, and small office set-up were the envy of all other residents of Amity Park. Those oblivious to the activity inside its walls, anyway.
It was rare that Dan didn't find Vlad perched on the edge of his office chair, busily developing weaponry to repel or kill his warden. Today, he looked to the desk, and Vlad was nowhere to be seen.
He wandered a little further into the room, looking from corner to corner for its sole occupant, and struck gold when the almost inaudible hiss of splitting air emerged from behind him. He turned intangible just in time to avoid an axe to the shoulder. It instead landed on the slated floor, embedded deep into the wood. He heard Vlad grunting as he attempted to yank his weapon free to no avail.
Dan slowly turned and arched an eyebrow at his struggling assailant, completely at ease. "A little primitive, don't you think?"
Surrendering the axe, Vlad dove into his blazer pockets. "A to C, I have more steps." He didn't get far into raising a crude homemade gun as Dan turned and grabbed his wrist, jerking it forward until the gun fell loose. Dan tilted his head as it clattered to the ground, visibly intrigued.
"Doubt that would have worked, but well done on the progress."
Vlad grimaced and attempted to twist away. "Your compliment would be appreciated under different circumstances." At failing to pull himself free, he reached for his other pocket. "Not in the mood for changing those circumstances?"
Dan intercepted the grabbing hand, pulling it up against the other one so he could pin both in mid-air. "No." Vlad let out a yelp of indignation as Dan swung him around to give him a shove him in the direction of the bed. A few stumbling feet, and the backs of Vlad's knees hit the edge of the mattress, propelling him over the edge. He landed on his back despite his desperate flailing for an alternate surface.
"How about chess? Not in the mood for chess? No interviews for me to attend?" Vlad asked as he sent a side-long glance towards the chess table. They often had a game there when Dan was willing and able to spare time for leisure.
Clearly he wasn't willing and able today, as Dan didn't spare it a glance, crawling over Vlad until he was hovering above his torso.
"Not today, father," Dan replied, reveling in the grimace the nickname elicited. He leaned down, close to Vlad's neck, and his serpentine tongue snaked out to slide over a protruding tendon. "We haven't done this for a few days."
"Those were a nice few days." Vlad's breath quickened at the ministrations, near labored.
Dan chuckled. "I thought you wouldn't be this sensitive after a month." He buried his nose close to Vlad's collarbones, scraping his teeth over the skin. It broke and spilled a small amount of blood, but Dan - undeterred - continued down to the dip beneath Vlad's ribs, popping buttons as he progressed.
Vlad grappled for Dan's hands, failed, and pressed at his shoulders instead, clawing into the skin. Unconcerned, Dan slid his fingers past Vlad's torso, towards his navel, grinning at Vlad's ineffective struggling.
"You know I like this part." Dan lightly scratched at Vlad's hip, pushing his jacket and shirt aside with a palm.
"So you say—" Vlad inhaled sharply as Dan delved past the waistband of his pants. "Nearly every time we do this."
All too gently, Dan grabbed and pressed Vlad's wrists into the mattress with his free hand to still him. "'We'. It's a little more one-sided than that, isn't it?"
Clenching his jaw, Vlad said nothing.
Dan moved back up his body to murmur into his ear, smiling against the shell. "It's alright, father. You'll escape eventually." He nipped at the lobe, drawing a shudder. "Of course you'll escape eventually, or you wouldn't be trying. I know what your philosophy is." A strangled moan escaped as he grasped Vlad's cock, stroking. "I know you wouldn't try if you didn't think you had a chance."
"And you're planning on smothering that, I suppose?" Vlad grasped for the words, barely managing to verbalize them. His eyes fluttered shut and Dan slid up to kiss his jaw.
He stroked him slowly, languidly, causing Vlad to shudder and arch off the bed, and then smothered another moan with a kiss, murmuring into his mouth, "What would be the fun in that?"