Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.

Title: In Interesting Times

Author: unknown20troper

Rated: R

Warnings: Male/male smut, anal, non-con or dub-con (Dan/Clockwork), AU, profanity

Pairing(s): Dan Phantom/Clockwork, Dash/Tucker

Summary: King Tuck AU. Tucker is stuck in Egypt's past by Hotep-Ra, and Dash is transported to the land of the Vikings in the same time, and mistaken for their royal heir. Tucker becomes Dash's slave when the Vikings, manipulated by Hotep-Ra, plunder Egypt and take him back to their heir.

Notes: Constructive criticism welcomed. Please tell me if get the canon details, characterization or anything else wrong.


Chapter 6: The Stealing of the Time

"Uh, oops," Danny managed to stammer out. "What the heck was I thinking?"

"Nothing, obviously," one of the Observants said darkly. "You failed to recognize your own Thermos." Though this situation obviously wasn't a good one for the Observants or anyone, they seemed unruffled, almost unaffected by it all.

The ghost released from the said object entered the conversation. "And forgot to remember that I was contained in it, too." He approached Danny, lowering from his looming posture to one that put him face to face with his younger self. "Thanks, Daniel Fenton, or shall I say, me."

"You're not welcome," Danny shot back as he got out a Fenton Thermos.

Dan snorted and rolled his eyes at the younger version of himself. "You know, if I cared about that, do you think I'd have spent ten years bringing death and destruction?" He aimed a ecto-blast at one of the Observants, showing that even being trapped in a thermos for a while outside the space-time continuum had not blunted his abilities or reduced his destructive desires.

The Observant remained upright, only barely showing the effects of Dan Phantom's attack. "I demand you to stop. If you do not, you will end up on trial in the Council of Observants."

Dan stiffened, but refused to display his slight fear in any other ways. His gaze trailed over to the Time Medallions, hanging on one of the walls, and he launched himself the direction of his gaze. The flight was quick, and taking all the Medallions and wearing them was even quicker. "Stop? No, it is you who will stop."

Danny lost contact with the stone floor of the tower and floated into a position that left him face-to-face with the anathema he became. "Stop? Not now. If you think I'd stop, you must not know much about yourself."

Battle commenced, and everyone else in the tower dodged the shots or used ghost powers, like intangibility, to prevent the constant shooting from impairing them or affecting them, at all. Unfortunately, no one bothered to shield the tower from the fantasy violence, and the green ectoplasm blew several holes in it.

And after all that violence, Dark Dan's brain kicked in. He eyed the staff Clockwork held and lunged straight for it, knocking the Time Keeper out of the air. That movement drove Clockwork onto the stone floor, and put Dan over him, capturing the Master of Time with his body.

The staff, lying diagonally on Clockwork, was bluntly painful on Dan's chest, reminding Dan of why he got into this rather kinky position. He grabbed it, before his thoughts were entirely consumed by the porn his mind was making out of the situation.

Clockwork said, casually as possible, "You seem… interested. Maybe, you want to take something other than my staff from me."

Dan swooped back into the air, not replying to the previous holder of the staff, high on power and dismissing everyone inside and outside of the tower as unworthy of much attention. The Master of Time was to be mastered later, once his enemies were somewhere or somewhen else, unable to interfere, his Vlad side said and his Danny side obeyed, annoyed by the delicacy and patience of scheming. If his Vlad-side were to have his way, then his Danny-side would get those motherfuckers somewhere else, pronto! (And his Vlad-side remarked on the coarseness of the language as it sent murmurs of assent through Dan.)

Admittedly, it wasn't that clear cut, and not a case of split personalities, either, precisely. He was just half-Danny and half-Vlad, and sometimes the halves got into blatant disagreement, making them and their differences distinct enough to not be truly captured under the label of 'Dan.' At least, not without confusing, at least, one person – be they human, ghost or something else.

His younger self returned to the air. "You are not taking anything else from Clockwork," declared the young halfa. "I won't let you!"

The staff in Dan's hands and the Time Medallions hanging on his neck made Danny's heroism attempt into something utterly useless. Dan just declared: "Time out!"

Paralyzed in the same place, nothing moved, nothing at all. His actions became the only actions, since with no one else doing anything, he was the only one able to affect the universe. The dark ghost was the only movement in a world of stillness, and the only sounds in a world of silence. Anything could be done, if he was the one doing it and no one else was required. This was a power high, writ large and made real, still and silently real, but real, nonetheless. And yes, he loved it.

He adjusted the time portal, his Vlad-side having suggested the usefulness of fine-tuning it and his Danny-side reluctantly assenting to the logic of it. Once he finished that task, he moved onto the next one: flinging his younger self and his younger self's girlfriend-but-not-or-maybe-just-girlfriend into the portal.

Flinging. People like him, people that destroyed the world in their anger and no longer even tried to be considered good by any sane people, did not need to resort to civilized methods or slow ones. Flinging was an option for them, and by now, Dan had developed a love of violence that made it into a fun activity.

He chose to do Sam first, a small part of him considering throwing his younger self, Danny Fenton, into the portal to be a kind of blasphemy against himself, the only god that existed in his world. As he lifted her up, his hands fondled her breasts. For, yes, as much as Dan wanted to master Clockwork, he also was inclined toward the fairer sex. Danny had loved Sam, and Vlad had longed for Maddie. He was both of the halfas, with every part of their sexualities, love and lust for both sexes in him.

With her in his arms and him having groped the hell out of her breasts, Dan went back to thinking about what his original purpose was and accomplishing it. He flung her out of his arms, leaving her almost flying through the air until she passed into and through the portal.

One down, one to go.

As soon as he finished the throwing and heavy lifting, he could use his muscles for something even better, having all the time in the world for it and another master of time (admittedly, one that couldn't master it now that he did, fortunately) to do it to.

Fantasies of the Time Keeper under him, dominated by him, no longer mastering or keeping time because Dan mastered him and kept him under his own control drifted into his mind. And occupied it, powerful and unyielding; dark and cold, yet oh-so-very hot. Hot, sensuous, bringing his boner back and turning throwing Danny into the portal from something slightly comparable to self-blasphemy into something to do now. Now. Right now. Or, at least, as soon as possible.

He snatched Danny from his frozen place in the air, swinging him around to be closer to the portal. That accomplished, he dedicated all his weight and power to giving him a hard fling into it. Danny's whoosh into the portal was a stiff mockery of how he ordinarily moved through the air. The smoothness of ghostly flight was not evident; the stiff freeze of time-stopping had replaced it. Dan almost felt melancholy at the sight of his younger self's indignity. Almost. He was evil and horny, after all.

And then, he called out the words that sent time rushing back and made it so Clockwork would move while he fucked the hell out of him.