Summary: What if, during Infinite Realms, the Trio had fallen in during the Olympic Games? Well, for one things would have been 100000% weirder. And more naked.

Note: This idea was born during a conversation with my good friend and fellow pervert OFIXD (yes, I'm looking at you, girl). English isn't my first language, so if something sounds weird or wrong, tell me!

Danny didn't know what he'd been expecting after Tucker, Sam and him had gone through the Portal with the Greek (or was it Roman?) columns, but it definitively wasn't this.

At his side, he could see that Sam had turned a deep shade of red, mouth hanging open and eyes wide, while Tucker seemed to want to hide in a hole. He could practically feel his friend starting to feel self-conscious at the stark naked men that were in the grounds of the stadium...thingy. Anyways, while his friends seemed flustered or uncomfortable, he didn't know how to feel at all. On the one hand, there was the obvious embarrassment at seeing so many people naked but, on the other hand, a tiny part of him couldn't but gaze appreciatively as those shiny muscles moved and bended...sweat glistening off of them while their tan accompanied their fitness nicely...and those abs and muscled chests...

Danny didn't know how to feel, but he knew his face was as red (or in his case green) as Sam's, and something inside him squirmed in an uncomfortable way. However, his confused and flustered thoughts were cut short the moment his eyes landed on him.

Plasmius. Plasmius, lifting one of those disks other athletes seemed to be throwing, naked in all his ghostly glory. Face lighting like a Christmas light, he felt his non-existent heartbeat skyrocketing, and he never felt more glad to be in his ghost form than at that moment. Feeling slightly dizzy, his eyes watched with rapture as the man's body moved and twisted, before sending the disk further than anyone before. A loud cheer erupted around him, and he realized they still were surrounded by hundreds of spectators. Quickly turning invisible his friends and himself (and silently giving thanks to their luck for not being spotted), he listened as the cheers of "Emperor Plasmius" were being screamed at his sides. Plasmius seemed pleased at this, lifting himself in the air and high enough to the view of everyone.

And what a view.

Danny felt his face ready to explode, and he still heard the muffled cries of someone finding their feet suddenly frozen to the ground as he phased them through the edification, and away from the loud cheering.

Landing on an empty street, Danny turned them visible, and three flustered faces looked at each other.

-Well...that didn't go as expected.

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Much later, when Vlad was left at Frostbite's "care" and the Infimap was returned, Danny would still remember, the memory of a naked Plasmius leaving him awake at nights, blushing to the ears and breathing hard.

For some reason, it took him months to be able to look straight at Vlad again.

I tried to be historically accurate, I swear. I TRIED. (Also, I think I need a beta. English is suddenly starting to look weird o.O)