Danny Phantom Oneshot 13: FML (Fuck My Life)

Summary:

Danny's girlfriend of two months, Clara, decided to cheat on him. With a stranger. In his home and in his bed. So he throws them out butt naked and drowns himself in some Fireball Whiskey. One hazy memory later and Danny is waking up bare back in the bed of one Dash Baxter with his arms around him.

Danny wish's Clockwork was just fucking with him.

Guy...OMG GUYS, I DID IT! I WROTE LEGIT SMUT! Did I do good?


-Waking Up in Someone Else's Bed-

Danny groaned into his pillow as the pounding of a headache so massive he thought his head would explode decided to wake him up at a time he would probably deem 'to damn early for this shit'. He absolutely refused to open his sleep crusted eyes, he could already feel the heat of a sun beam aimed right at his face. Danny groaned again, turning his head to bury his face into his soft pillow groggily.

But then there came another pain. In his backside no less and Danny found himself lifting his head up in extreme confusion as his back pulsed in sharp, unfamiliar pain. It felt hot and he felt…empty?

Bringing a hand to his eyes to rub the sleep away as just about every part of him started to come alive with pain as Danny muttered under his breath, blinking blearily.

And if the pain wasn't enough to wake the aching halfa, the ungodly hot temperature of his body had him feeling like he was on fire, his ice core thrummed somewhere deep inside him, unsure whether to reject or welcome the warmth.

Eyes finally focusing on the object in front of him, Danny furrowed his brow at the dark wood head board against sky blue walls. That…wasn't his head board…That, wasn't the color of his bedroom walls. Concerned for the lack of memory he had of the wall or the headboard, Danny glanced around, flinching as the sun shot into his eyes.

Everything was wrong. That wasn't his desk, or his shelves, or even his books. This wasn't his house. A sinking feeling of dread clawed its way down the man's spin as the beginnings of a panic attack started speeding up his heart, he tried to lift himself off the bed.

Only, an arm with hard muscles and warm skin around his waist pulled him back. Into a hard chest with broad shoulders that engulfed him in their body heat.

Danny flushed as skin made contact with skin and a curtain lump near his ass made the dark haired man nervously aware that neither he nor whoever's bed this was had any clothes. He bit his lip, just what the hell happened to him yesterday?

Danny recalled getting off work around noon, he had only had to deal with a morning class that day. Then…Danny furrowed his brow, trying to ignore the lump wedging up against his ass and the arm that helped whoever was behind him cuddle up contently, warming his usually cool body.

And then it hit him. Like Pariah Dark's fist dipped in ectouranium. Danny's heart pulled at its seems.

-The Break Up-

Danny walked up the short driveway as he dug out his house keys. It was a small two bedroom home in a calmer part of Amity and he was happy enough to live away from the insanity that his parents bring to his life.

Blinking, Danny perked up when his enhanced hearing picked sounds coming from inside the house. He tilted his head and recalled that, yes, he let his current girlfriend of two months, Clara, crash at his place for a few days.

Shrugging to himself, Danny lets himself inside.

"Clara?" he calls. There is a shuffling in his room and suddenly there are two voices and not one. Danny sets his bag down and looks down the hall where his bedroom is and frowns. He doesn't recall hearing about any of his friends or Clara's popping by for a visit. He made his way down the hall and opened his door without a thought.

He froze in the doorway, stunned at the scene that took place right under his covers as his heart shattered. Clara's pleased moans go through his ears as loud as a radio turned up full volume.

And then suddenly, Blue was green and he narrowed his eyes at the figure over his girlfriend. His voice lowered and he felt the temperature drop.

"What the actual fuck are you doing on my bed?!" he growled. And the two looked up, like rabbits caught in a trap. Danny looked straight into Clara's eyes.

The betrayal he felt was like no other.

-Fuck Everyone and Their Mother-

His shattered heart was a deep blow as it all came back to him. But the guilt he felt throwing them both out on their asses, completely nude—but kind enough to let Clara at the very least put on a robe—was nothing. He felt nothing, the woman he had thought she was, was no more in his eyes. Just another one of those many failed relationships Danny had found himself in since taking his position at the local college in Amity.

Now that Danny remembered he had to remind himself that once he found his underwear, he would need to go home and burn his bed. No need to leave the lingering stench of sex in his room longer than he needed to.

Wriggling one arm out of the arms that held him to whoever the hell he was sleeping with, Danny ran a hand through his hair. Gulping, that was when he finally noticed the aftertaste. Alcohol, and lots of it coated his tongue in a thick, distasteful phlegm. Danny grimaced.

He must have tried to drink after the whole Clara break up thing…Great, ew. He knows he doesn't take booze well. Even if the ectoplasm in his system had a tendency to burn it off faster than regular humans it still left him with some pretty bad side effects.

Some of which Sam refuses to mention for some reason.

"Ugh…" Danny groaned. So, he must have been pretty smashed to wind up naked and sore in some guys bed. Well…on the bright side at least he didn't do something as stupid as reveal his secret in the middle of town or something.

That…still didn't really make everything better though. Danny bit his lip as the pain in ass—literally—decided to make itself less tolerable. Danny's cheeks blushed as he shifted uncomfortably as something he was just now starting to realize was dawning on him.

By the Ancients….

"I think I slept with a dude." Danny gapped at himself as he lay there, perfectly still as his body tormented him with aches and pains as his mind assaulted him with blurry images and muffled sounds. His cheeks got redder and redder and the hero brought his hand to his face to groan again.

It wasn't like he was averse to the idea of sleeping with a guy, there was that one time when he and Sam were still dating and curiosity got the better of him when she mentioned a guy friend of hers liking him…But, Danny hadn't out right dated another guy, much less liked them enough to have sex…Nope, that honor was still held tightly by Sam. So who the hell did he drag into his probably drunk escapes. And then sleep with…

Danny's face felt like a radiator with how hot it was. Oh geez, this was so humiliating. He hoped it wasn't anyone he knew. It be easier to just use his ghost powers to sneak away while they were still asleep as long as he knew they were no one he'd have to worry about again. He gulped.

"Oookay Fenton, deep breaths, you can do this…" Danny sighed as he gently tried to twist his body enough to sneak a peek at his unlucky victim.

And then his already cold blood ran even colder as he felt every part of him freeze up, his breath left him to ghost over the tangled blond locks of the man who had entangled their limbs together like a possessive lover.

Oh crud.

A strong, square jaw was lose, their lips parted in soft, barely there snores.

Oh crud, crud, crud!

Panic welled up inside the halfa as he stared with wide, frantic eyes at the brows that furrowed briefly before closing their mouth and hold Danny tighter against him. Their faces just shy of touching to let their lips graze so close.

Abort. ABORT FENTON, FOREGET PRIDE, FORGET DIGNITY, GET YOUR NAKED ASS OUTTA HERE!

A small, pathetic whimper weaseled its way through Danny's throat as he tried to once again, wriggled out of the arms of his sleeping partner. Fear, confusion, mortification, he felt it all as he threw his legs over the edge of the bed and pushed himself to his feet before his legs went completely weak and buckled under him.

Danny let out an undignified squawk as he toppled to the carpeted floor into a heap. Danny turned his head to the side as he felt unnecessary tears well up at the edges of his eyes. His legs shook from the strain of trying to carry his full body weight. The pain that had pulsed all through his lower back and ass spiked as he started feeling something dribbling out of a very unnecessary place for stuff to be spilling and Danny's shallow breaths started picking up speed as his panic only grew.

Oh my god, what was that coming out of his ass!?

Danny wanted to scream, to fly away, nudity be damned, he had invisibility. But everything about him felt too tired. Too damn weak, like what ever had happened last night took up all his energy.

The bed creaked, but Danny was too far gone in his silent panic attack to notice as the figure he had woken up to had just woken up himself and leaned over to see the curled up man freaking out on his bedroom floor.

The man raised an eye brow as he rested his chin on his hand. His blond hair mused and tangled in that attractive just-out-of-bed look before it was either slicked back or tight in a stylish top knot.

"You know Fenton, what with what went down last night I'm not entirely sure trying to actually get up was the smartest move."

Danny flinched, broken out of his thoughts by the slightly hoarse voice. Twisting his body so he could face the bigger issue at hand, Danny sent an annoyed glare up to the face of one very satisfied Dash Baxter.

"No," Danny muttered sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. "you don't say."

-Clean Up-

Against Danny's fairly vocal complaints, Dash had gotten up and without bothering to cover up his fairly well endowed member and picked the ghost boy up. Danny, of course kicked up an embarrassed fuss as the warm bodied man lead them into his bathroom so the two of them—again without Danny's consent—could soak the sweat and sex off their skin.

It was…unnerving to say the least, squeezing into a coconut scented bubble bath with a man that had several inches on him height wise. However, Danny was unable to really do much more than stare worriedly at the running faucet as the hot water soothed his sore muscles and Dash's body curl around him. He opted to just sit still and try not to do anything as he silently pieced together the fuzzy bits of his still wonky memory as Dash took it upon himself to be freakishly nourishing and lather his body in another pleasantly scented bath soap. Though, he still occasionally flinched when rough hands ran over his chest with a loofa, or lifted his arm to get his armpit.

Danny flushed, resting his chin on his knee's as he felt the towering man behind him that was once the bane of his high school existence gently scurb his back as if going too rough would tear at his skin.

"You are…freakishly calm about all this Dash…." Danny muttered, blowing a collection of bubbles away from his nose. The scrubbing on his back halted a short moment before starting back up again. Danny found himself actually closing his eyes at the pleasant rhythm he had going and sighed.

" Probably because I did all my freaking out when I magically found you in my home. Seriously…we haven't said a word to each other since graduation, how the hell did you find my address?"

"At this point into the situation it could be anything from a conveniently spawned ghost portal to just some seriously fucked up drunken prowess at finding myself in places I shouldn't be...it wouldn't be the first time." Danny muttered. He recalled the last Christmas truce party, that bastard Skulker got him so intoxicated he had found himself half naked in the rafters of the Eifel Tower in Paris the next morning. He had no damn clue how he got there either.

"That's…actually not very…well…huh." Dash stumbled over his words, trying to find out what to say.

"Oookay then…" he finally just sighed before leaning in closer to Danny until his chest rubbed up against Danny's back. The flush on his cheeks returned full force as he felt Dash's flaccid manhood at his back as well before thick arms stretched over his side to scrub softly at his exposed knee.

"Dash, why—"

"I'm not entirely sure either Fenton, just…just lemme take care of your finally sober ass." The blonde's voice sounded thick and strained and Danny unconsciously leaned into his chest as his body relaxed. Everything about this whole situation was odd and he wasn't sure how to handle this, or Dash…but a little part of him was thankful for someone else's help picking up the pieces.

"Dash?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks' for not being a duchebag anymore." He smiled wanly as the man behind him actually snorted.

"Whatever, Fenton…"

-Now What-

Despite Dash wanting to carry him back into the bed he had fallen out of that morning, Danny's dignity was partially pieced back together enough that the halfa shrugged off his help and made his own way back into the confines of the bedroom. Only then to collapse right back on it in just a pair of slightly baggy underwear and an over sized sweater that reached mid thigh. Danny groaned, pleased as he shuffled back into the bed and pulled the covers up to his chin.

Dash came back shortly after with a couple bottles of water and handed him one before also crawling back into bed.

Danny had to take a moment to let it sink in that he was still currently sharing a bed with a man who use to bully him as kids and hadn't spoken a word to since they were had gone off to another college out of state while Danny had stuck around Amity because he didn't trust anyone else from keeping it in one piece. But now here they were, several years after the fact and Danny had somehow broken into his home while drunk after a fucked up break up with his apparently skank of an ex and convinced him to have…from what he could tell from the marks on both their bodies, some pretty mind blowing sex.

How was this his life? Ghost attacks and crazy, partly insane friends and family he could deal with. Foggy one nights stands with someone he barely knew on a personal level while drunk? Nope. He was clueless.

"So…" Dash scratched the back of his head and Danny decided to politely turn onto his back to peer up at him through the blankets. "What happens now?"

"I've no damn clue. This—" Danny pokes a finger out of the blankets to waggle it between he and Dash. "has never happened to me before, how the hell did I even convince you to actually…uh, ya'know…do it with me…?"

Dash looked at him with a face and Danny decided to interpret as 'Are you shitting me?'

"Fenton…Has anyone told you how much of a god damn devil you are when drunk?"

Danny blinked up at him, wide eyed and innocent. "Uhh…What?" he squeaked.

"I'll take that as a no." Dash sighed.

Danny blinked up at him as his memory partially unfolded in his mind once more.

-Notice Me Senpai 3—

Dash made a mad dash towards his room and opened the door in time to see the inebriated ghost hero drop his flight and bounce right onto the center of the mattress. The dark haired man let out a drunken giggle at the squeak of the box springs.

"Damn it Fenton, get off my bed." Dash groaned, this was not what he meant when he suggested to Danny that he should lay down. The pale man smiled cheekily before shaking his head.

"Make me." He challenged. Scowling, the muscular man growled in annoyance at how difficult the other was being and stalked towards his bed to reach for Danny's arm. What he didn't expect though, was for their arm to extend suddenly and a long fingered hand to grasp the sleeve of his sweater and pull him down with the drunk.

Dash squawked as he was forced on his back with a giddy looking Fenton looking over him, his blue eyes blinked slowly, trying to clear his vision. Dash, not amused tried lifting himself up only to have a hand shove him roughly back down. Indigo glared threateningly at the hovering other, but it seemed to go right over their head as Danny made himself comfortable on Dash's lap.

Pale eyes watched Dash watch him, a frown across his lips as if he was deep in thought despite however much he had to drink. The ex-bully thought he was about to get an earful of drunk speak, the woe-is-me speal, he did just kick his girlfriend out. What he got, however, was a sudden waterfall of tear threatening to fall down pale cheeks is something wasn't down fast.

"Fe—"

"Am I not good enough?" Danny suddenly murmured. Dash snapped his mouth shut, unsure how to handle this. "I mean, my parents raised me to be respectful, and to treat sex as something you only do when you know you love the person. I-I'm nice too, right?" Danny rubbed the heel of his hand over an eye to whip away the tears.

"Me and Sam never had issues in our relationship, we had a good thing and the only reason why we never continued to date because it never felt like we were dating at all!" Danny went on, sniffing and rubbing his eyes and Dash thought 'Oh god I am way out of my league with this!"

"And I'm decent looking, right? I-I'm not a pipsqueak anymore, don't you think?" Danny leaned towards Dash with a wide eyed pleading look that had the jocks tongue tied. Messy black hair sticking up in all directions and framing a pale, almost porcelain skin that looked so smooth to touch with the biggest, sweetest blue eyes he had ever fucking seen on a person that it formed a lump too big to talk over in his throat. And his body…oh fuck his body, it wasn't lanky, it wasn't boney, it had this tall, willow litheness to it that made it hard to decipher if it belonged to a man or woman if looked at without Fenton's clearly masculine features. His arms flexed with muscles and strength and a cat like grace he knew had to be from all the ghost fighting Danny had done over the years as Phantom. His hips were narrow, but his ass.

Dash looked lower to where the man before him straddled him, no regard for certain places rubbing up against each other occasionally. Fenton's ass was small, and round, and looked perfect. He was perfect. A god damn vision of beauty, drunk or not.

Dash gulped, Danny still stared at him, unblinkingly as he waited for Dash's appraisal.

"You…" Dash had to swallow back his sudden onslaught of nerves. "You look fine Fenton, y-you're…attractive?"

"Then why did Clara have to sleep with another guy!? If she wanted me to have sex with her she could have asked, I would have agreed, I liked her! I liked her a lot!" Danny cried, tears falling down freely and dripping onto his wool sweater. Dash's hands waved unsurely in the air, confused about how to take care of a drunk, crying man be barely knew.

He thanked whatever god was out there that his little sobs didn't last too long and before he knew it, a cold hand was entwining his fingers with Dash's warmer one. The change in temperature made him flinch, but watch cautiously as Danny's eyed their tangled hands with water eyes interest.

Vivid eyes blinked slowly at the hands before looking to Dash's face. A swirl of jumbled up, disorganized emotions in those damn eyes. It was captivating, Dash couldn't look away.

The thinner framed man leaned down, closer, Dash was forced back into his pillows as Danny looked down at him with only inches to spare. The hero seemed to have gotten an idea as the haze cleared from his troubled thoughts. A strange grin stretched his lips and reached his misty eyes.

Dash immediately felted trouble afoot.

"Hey Dash…Wanna make a bet?" Danny's cool breath ghosted over Dash's ear, it sent a jerk throughout his body he was unaccustomed to. A hand wrapped loosely around the man's' neck, sliding down at a tantalizingly slow pace. Dash could feel Danny's nails run down his chest and up his ribs before stopping to hold his weight on either side of the former football quarterback. Dash gulped, Danny was surprisingly dangerous when drunk off his rocker. Like, sexual predator dangerous apparently. He still wanted to find out how he found out where he lived.

"Wha—" Dash had to cough to hid the crack in his voice. "What kind of bet?" he tried desperately to sound unaffected by the rhythmic motion Danny was making with his pelvis, grinding into his groin in a way that was everything but innocent.

The drunken man didn't answer right away, too distracted by daring to nip at the tan ear lobe on the man currently at his mercy; moaning when his pelvis hit just the right place to send a shiver down his spine. Dash's sharp intake of breath was the only indication he dared make to show he had felt it to, his hand dug into his sheets. His lower lip was forced to be a chew toy as he refused to moan out just how good it felt to have Danny, drunk or not tease him like that. God damn, Danny was dangerous.

"How about…If I turn you on, you fuck me. Hard. Like so hard my brain turns to mush and my body becomes jello." Danny offered his body lowered as his hands made a point to scrape their long fingers into Dash's scalp, musing his hair in a decidedly devious move. The jocks eyes shut tight, dipping back into the mattress it was hard to hide it. How fucking amazing it felt to have Fenton's fingers in his hair, his lips on his ear…The fingers clinching his bed sheets unclenched then clinched in a twitchy fashion. Well shit, this escalated into whole new thing pretty fast.

"A-And if you don't?" He breathed watching in rapt attention as Danny brought his face up to look into Dash's dark eyes, his hands had slid to his hot cheeks, flushing at the near constant pressure on his cock. Hard set eyes zeroed in on the slick, pink tongue that peaked out from Danny's mouth to wet the length of his pale, plump looking lips. Dash watched with apt attention, every move that tongue made before it disappeared and a deceptively coy smile graced Danny's features.

"I'll sleep on the couch?" he offered. Dash didn't even get the chance to say whether he agreed to the terms or not, Danny's lips were too busy kissing his. Dash's lips burned from the whiskey on his breath. Kissing Danny was like nothing he'd ever felt and as the lithe man let his tongue slip between Dash's lips to meet his own he realized all the women in his life before this strange and random night was nothing compared to the passion Danny was letting loose on his target. Him. Dash Baxter.

Danny's tongue roved across Dash's softly, easing the now questionably straight man into returning the kiss as he continued on and tickled the roof of his mouth. Dash made another sharp intake of air through his nose as his hand flew to the back of the man's neck to pull him closer, melding their mouths into one as he found the underside of Danny's slick muscle to tempt the man in his own right. Danny shivered deliciously as their tongues met and fought. Hands tugged their faces ever closer, like it wasn't enough until every part of them touched.

Danny pulled back the smallest bit as they gasped for breath before pulling the blond man under him back to their kiss. They didn't bother about the drool at the corners of their mouth, threatening to dribble down.

Oh, fuck, he was so going to lose that stupid bet of Danny's. He was supposed to be helping the broken hearted man, not let him ravish him.

Danny moaned into the kiss, his dizzying eyes fluttered shut as his hands found other things to occupy their time. Run through blond hair; give it a little tug, ghost across his neck, down his abbs…

Dash broke lip contact to gasp as slowly warming hands found their way under his sweater to move up his ribs, one by one, like he was counting each and every one to make sure Dash still had them while Danny drove him mad.

"Was'sa matter?" Danny whispered innocently against his lips. Ok, maybe not so innocently as he caught Dash's lip between his own teeth before Dash could trap a moan that broke free from his restraint.

"Ffffuck…Danny…" he breathed. Fingers made it to his chest, groping and pinching his nipples in a painfully erotic way.

Why the fuck did his girlfriend cheat on him when Danny was like a fucking vixen in the sack?!

Danny's lips made Dash's skin feel like it was burning and cold all at once, he didn't know if that was physically even possible, but that what the kisses on his lips, his chin, down his neck. They all burned like ice.

Teeth nipped roughly at his pulse, it was painful, but then that slick tongue would pop out and lick the mark better before sucking and moving on. Dash kept Danny's mouth firmly in one spot as the man sunk his teeth into a curtain spot of flesh. Tanned hands fisted the edges of black hair as his dipped his head back in a painful sort of pleasure; moaning Danny's name as they sucked at his skin, leaving a red bruise that would probably that forever to heal. Well, fuck it, Danny knew what the fuck he was doing so why not just give in and help the guy get over his skank of an ex. Dash was all for it if Fenton continued working him like that.

Danny was at his collarbone before he realized the man on top of him had stopped his teasing, feather light grinding. Instead they hovered over him, mocking his clothed cock and how it was becoming painfully clear he wanted to lose this bet. He wanted Fenton to make him hard, to rub him in all the right ways. He wanted to see this drunk, devious man on top of him drove his thoughts to places he never thought he'd go.

Screw the fact he'd never fucked a guy. He wanted to be inside Danny, he wanted to do as suggested and turn the man into jello.

That thought made him crave the others pelvis up against him, cock against cock. Dash licked his lips and moved his hands a bit too quickly to Danny's hip and shoved him back down on him. Danny had to stop what he was doing to lift his head back in an ecstatic groan as his hips were guided by Dash himself.

Dash threw his head back, feeling Danny's hardening length through his jeans and arousing his own need. The absolutely devious glint in those pale blue eyes that had him pinned in place as Danny sat back up to let his full weight down on their cocks promised something Dash didn't even know he wanted. The blond bucked into Danny who released a satisfied hum as he pulled out his once neatly tucked in button up shirt.

With enraptured attention all on Danny, Dash watched as his own hands, gripping Danny's hips like a life line tore at the button and zipper before a pale hand grasped his own. The tan man looked up, wide eyed and flushed as his partner in this dubious act of sex waggled a finger side to side as if to tell a small child 'no'.

The groan he released as his hands were set back onto Danny's hip was positively begging for something to happen. So something did. Danny's eyes stayed locked with Dash's as his hands slid away from his larger ones to slide up his own body in a slow, seductive way.

Dash gulped, nervously waiting to see what the ghostly man would do next. And then the top button of Danny's shirt was undone, then another and another, and Dash watched with baited breath as the cotton fabric rustled and wrinkled as it was pulled down at a painfully slow pace as Dash groaned into the process. His impatience getting the better of him as he grabbed the edges of Danny's shirt and yanked his arms through, possibly tearing the fabric in the process.

Danny let out a breathy laugh as threw the shirt somewhere over his head as he stared down at Dash and his heated expression.

"What? Suddenly can't wait ta get in my pants, Dash? I knew I was hot enough for someone to be in'trested" He cooed with a cocky grin. Dash forgot how to speak as he just…took in the image Danny made, half naked with his pants undone and just being there, on top of him like this. There were scars. A bullet wound in one shoulder, a long, thin one that started at the edge of his hip and wrapped around to where he couldn't see, one on his bicep that looked like a claw mark. Dash's hand found themselves groping and touching at every scar he could see, there weren't many, but what was there made a new wave of heat pool at the pits of his stomach as if he had eaten lava. Dark indigo eyes roved at Fenton's tight body and relatively smooth skin and heard a higher pitched moan as he dragged his hands to the bulge at the open front of his pants, stretching his black boxer briefs that were starting to form a dark spot where the tip of his penis had to be.

Dash's finger dragged down the length of it, where is sack was squished against his own erection and looked up to watch Danny's eyes follow his finger. He was kneading his plump lower lip with his teeth as he glance at him though lidded eyes practically begging Dash to touch him more.

And Dash wasn't able to not comply as he gripped the hard cock through Danny's underwear and ground his thumb over the tip to elicit a drawn out, groan from the man on top of him.

"Aahhh…do tha agaiiinnnn…" Danny slurred thickly.

A part of Dash, a little bitty part was screaming at him that this was just what happened when the man was drunk. He spouts mind blowing secrets of his alter ego then gets you horny with a strip tease and a few kisses. Dash should stop this now and just put the man to bed—er sleep, or something. Because none of this would have happened if his tramp of an ex girlfriend didn't decide to break his heart, which made Danny drink, which lead to him magically showing up in his apartment and scare him half to death and then deciding to prove he was attractive enough he would seduce a very straight Dash into fucking his brains out.

But the other part of him, a much more dominate part of him, told Dash that it didn't matter what started what because Danny started all this, drunk or not and Dash wanted it to.

Dash grabbed onto Danny and pulled him down for another heated kiss, it was his tongue this time that prodded Danny's lips apart and felt him shiver in pleasure as they clashed together and wrapped each other in a hot embrace that left Danny's face flushed. Dash's hand left the others erection to slide down Danny's bare back, raked his nails down a part of his skin that was uneven, probably scared; as Danny nipped at his lip again before moaning out the second Dash's hand dropped into his pants to squeeze his ass.

"You started this Fenton…" Dash growled into his ear as Danny was left a moaning mess with every knead of the blond man's hands. "Time to deal with the consequences."

Danny's face buried into the crook of the blond man's shoulder and let out a hot, shuttering breath.

"Dash..Fuck me."

Their clothes were gone in a matter of moments. Danny had done something to them that made them go right through them before throwing them all behind him to land somewhere on his bedroom floor.

They were so close now, skin on skin, heat on heat and it was amazing! Dash pulled their hips closer still, squishing their hardened members impossibly closer. He didn't care if it was a little painful. Danny didn't mind, he was breathing heavily on top of him, grasping at his shoulders like a life line in the heat of each other; grinding their dicks together, dribbling pre-cum on them both. That once cocky, seductive expression had been whipped off his face only to be replaced with lusty, lidded eyes that stared up into Dash's with need.

Reason flew out the window for them both. Dash lifted himself up to sit up and pulled Danny along with him before grabbing the back of his neck to plant another open mouthed kiss on him. Danny wrapped his arms around his neck to force them closer. A long, muffled groan was swallowed by Dash as his free hand found its way down to their aching needs. He wrapped his hand around them both, it was hard to do, but he did so anyways and pumped them together once, from hilt to tip. It was long and slow and had Danny gasping for air as he buried his head back into his shoulder.

Dash continued his actions, kissing the back of Danny's neck every time he let out a strangled gasp. They could feel each other's cocks pulse in time to their fervent heartbeats.

Danny's hand joined his, their pumping became faster, harder. They felt the tell tale spring coiling deep within their gut, burning their insides. Dash had the uncontrollable urge to thrust into their palms as his hips jerked into them. Danny followed blindly into the thrusts with his own.

It caused a chain reaction, thrusting up against Danny and releasing his coil he came their hands stained off white in sticky cum before Dash joined him, droplets flew and stuck to Danny's chest. They sat there, leaning against each other for support, breathing heavily as their cum mixed together on the tips of their still hard cocks and hands.

"…Wow…" Danny sighed, his breath ghosting over Dash's collar bone. The blond man glanced down at the prone and naked man flushed and sweaty. Hicky's were starting to bruise across the places on his neck where Dash had nipped at him.

"Yeah…" Dash murmured back. Danny lifted his head then, dazed eyes still reeling from his first orgasm as his dick still twitched and his fingers could sit still. It didn't take a genius for Dash to understand the look Danny was giving him before hefting so the dark haired drunk stood on his knees.

Dash took his cum dripping hand around and found that one place he had yet to touch. It was slow, but he inserted his first finger, garnering a low hum from somewhere in Danny's throat as he continued on with shallow thrusts, he added a second finger shortly after. It was tight and hot and Danny's legs shook as his nails dug into the jocks back, bringing their chests together. The slighter man was a mess of gasps and garble words of 'go deeper' and 'more fingers'. Dash watched his speed as he stretch Danny's insides by how hard the other gripped his shoulders or shivered into his touch. As Dash started to scissor his hands, Danny leaned into him limply as his breathy moans came out wanton and he ass wriggled into his actions.

"More…just give me more!" Danny moaned into Dash's ear, his ass rolled into his fingers as his insides clinched them needingly, bringing them deeper into him. The hand squeezing one of his cheeks dug his nails into the fleshy, soft skin as Dash bit his lip to Danny's teasing breath at his ear.

It didn't take much for the larger man to cave and comply with his partner's demands. A third finger slid almost too easily into his insides as they constricted and sucked him in deeper. Danny sounded like he couldn't breathe, Dash wanted to ask if it was ok to move, but the dark haired man beat him to it and jerked his body down into his lap. His eyes squeezed shut tightly as his mouth opened, cooing in pleasure at the effect of his full weight digging the appendages deeper into him, all the way to their knuckles. Dash looked on, his dick pulsing uncomfortably. Danny looked as if he were off in his own little world, his hips grinding, bucking into his hand, fucking himself with Dash's fingers.

Scissoring his fingers brought pleased noises from Danny's mouth and shivers down his spine. When he twisted his wrist, drool dribbled down Danny's flushed chin. Dash wrapped his free arm around Danny's slim waist as his legs gave out after a particularly deep thrust as Danny pleaded for him to finger him faster. They held onto each other for dear life as Danny's inside twitched and tightened around him as he rode Dash's fingers like a dick.

Danny looked like he would burst, he wanted to, however, before he could be brought to yet another blissful end, Dash yanked his fingers from him in one swift movement, causing the other to gasp out in confusion until both of Dashes hand grasp at his ass to lead him back into his lap where a very erect friend waited to greet him.

Dash led Danny to his tip and groaned needlessly, feeling the heat rolling off of him. He spread Danny, using a finger to stretch his opening to take him in.

"Hurry up, Dash…hurry…" Danny moaned, his arms around Dash's neck squeezed harder as he waited impatiently for him to be filled with nothing but his partners cock. Dash snorted, teasingly rubbing the tip up and down the crevice of his ass, avoiding that one spot in spite of wanting so bad to shove it in in one go.

"You started this Danny, why not finish it too?" Dash challenged. Danny hissed along as he felt the dick press anywhere but his hole and growled in annoyance at the challenge presented to him. Briefly, icy blue flashed neon green before pale, powerful arms shoved Dash away from him to glare.

Dash bounced a little with an 'oomph', landing on his back with Danny, once again hovering over him with a hungry expression. His own rod stood erect and weeping in front of his eyes as Danny licked his lips, glancing once behind him to Dash's own twitching member. With nothing but an arrogant face that screamed 'challenge accepted' Dash felt warm fingers wrap around him, holding his cock in place as Danny lifted himself to his knees to hover over him. Dash waited with baited breath, wide eyed and hungrily eating up the sight of Danny aligning himself up to Dash. The start was slow, Dash groaned, muttering Danny's name like a godsend as wet heat sucked up his tip and stretched to welcome the rest of him. The noises Danny made were drawn out in a strangled falsetto as he pulled himself down more an more.

Danny was so tight, even after three fingers, Dash almost didn't believe they would get everything in until Danny started getting twitchy and impatient halfway though and decided to go and slam himself down the rest of the way on one swift movement. It took their breaths away, swallowing everything of Dash's to the hilt like that. It was all so sudden that all Dash could do was grasp at Danny's hip and keep him in one place as they both choked on their own shouts of ecstasy, throwing their heads back. Toes curled and Danny vacantly looked up towards the ceiling, Dash wasn't sure if it was from pain, pleasure, or the fact there still had to be plenty of alcohol still in his system.

They didn't move until they remembered how to breathe. And when they moved, it was shallow, slow thrusts as Danny's insides adjusted to the hardened manhood threatening to unleash it load inside him right then and there. Dash found his hands desperately kneading as Dannys ass or inner thigh as the thrusts got longer and deeper. But when they had finally felt a comfortable amount of adjustment they couldn't take it slow for long, didn't want to, the moment Danny had adjusted to the size of the burning cock inside of him with painfully slow, shallow thrusts it was like a dam broke. Danny lifted himself enough so he slammed himself down, again and again, demanding his weight help him take in everything he could as he lost his breath. Dash lifted his hips to meet Danny's part way and impaled him deeper, as deep as they could go, grinding, thrusting. Gasping for air as loud as they wanted because they forgot Dash lived in an apartment and sometimes the walls were thin. The bed squeaked with the force of their thrusts, but they didn't care. Drunken, delirious pleasure and sex filled the air of the bedroom.

Dash, in his delirious, lust filled haze could hear Danny, he screamed and mewled and wanted to go faster, faster and harder as Dash's cock hit a sweet spot inside of the halfa before rolling his pale ass over Dash's swallowed cock. Dash flipped them.

Dash pulled out of Danny before the other could even realize what he was screaming and hit the mattress. Dash lifted one of Danny's legs over his shoulder and spread him before finding that amazing, hot, tight, hole and plunged back in with a groan. He could feel liquid heat seeping out of Danny messily as he thrust back inside of him with an audible sound.

Danny's hands fisted the sheets as his body jerked and twitched at the sudden change in position. His mouth set in a perpetual 'o' shape as Dash plowed into him as hard and fast as he demanded. Danny's member bounced with each uncontrolled attack on his ass, smacking his lower abdomen and Dash's.

The beds headboard constantly beat against the wall. Danny's back arched into one thrust, he moaned unintelligibly. Dash's hands fell to either side of Fenton's head as skin slapped skin and watched his partner, in all his mewling, blushing, screaming glory come undone as he wound his hand around his bouncing cock that had already splattered droplets of cum on their stomachs and rubbed him along with his thrusts, stopping once or twice to prod at the tip.

Danny's back arched into his touch as if it would snap if he tried anymore. He moaned Dash's name as he fought to find the right way to breathe again.

"Dash…Oooh Dash!" He panted, his hand groped for the blond mans arms and found his shoulders, pulling him down in a heated kiss. Dash returned the kiss with full force, swallowing Danny's moan as the man under him shivered and his insides constricted his movements to shallower thrusts before coming once more, over his stomach and into Dashes hands. It was Dash's end shortly after as Danny squeezed him for everything he had, coming inside him. The hands at Dash's shoulders dropped as his orgasm took over every part of him. Dash watched in heated fascination as Danny's body practically became as limp as jello, riding out his orgasm as he continued to pump his cock for every last drop over his pale, stomach. Dash groaned throatily as he rode out their orgasms in the lava pit inside Danny and feeling his cum escape to slid down Danny's ass. He watched Danny twitch as he felt everything, watching as glazed over blue eyes shifted and began to glow brightly and uncontrollable, neon green.

Oh fuck…Dash's breath left him at the sight of Phantoms familiar eyes. The leg that had been hefted onto his shoulder slid off limply as Danny released a contented sigh before his eyes blinked heavily, then closed. They stayed closed too and Dash had o take a minute to realize Danny fell unconscious.

"Oh fuck, you have got to be kidding me!" he groaned. He pulled out of the unconscious man, his cum oozed out in a god forsaken naughty way.

Danny slept on.

-Well Shit-

Danny smacked his hands over his face as, once again, his face turned the color of a god damn cherry tomato as flashes of his sexcapades with Dash started coming back full force. He groaned as Dash watched on with a raised brow, tugging at the covers a little.

"Oh my Ancients! I fucking blew it!" Danny cried. "I can't believe blew my secret to someone then decided to seduce them because what? I didn't think I was pretty enough?! What the hell brain?"

"It worked." Danny peeked through his fingers with narrowed eyes as Dash shrugged at him.

"So…wanna maybe go out to dinner before you seduce me again?" Dash smirked as the halfa squeaked once more and hid behind his hands.

"…You aren't going to cheat on me by having sex in my bed too are you? Because I need to burn my current one and would highly like to never have to burn another one again." Danny muttered.

"Nah, I'm more of a quality over quantity sorta guy when it comes to relationships. So, eight tonight sound good?"

"Yeah, sure, no booze though please."