Title: Prove It
Author: Fallan Phantem
Date Typed: 1/28/06
Progress: Finished
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Ratings/Warning: PG/Pedophilia, slash
Pairing(s): One-sided VladDanny
Word Count: 437
Time: Fifteen Minutes
Challenge: Issued by bluefirekitsune on livejournal. Take this quote—"The day I decided I loved him/her was the day I decided I was straight."—and write a fic based around it. The speaker must be the same gender as the person being spoken of.
Summary: Vlad, in denial of his feelings, makes a late night visit to Danny.
Prove It
The day I decided I loved him was the day I decided I was straight.
How could I not? I was either straight and in severe need of getting laid, was really as gay as my feelings said I was, or confused about my feelings beyond belief. The boy was only fourteen. I was much older. Old enough to be his dad. I should know. Jack and I did go to college together.
Now I stood next to his bed, looking down at his sleeping form while wondering briefly if this made me a pedophile. Visible to me because of the moonlight shining through his window, I could see he lay in an almost unnatural position, but slept peacefully. Enough so that I didn't have to worry about his ghost sense alerting him to my presence. His breathing was even, indicating that he wasn't having a nightmare, while mine was heavy with nervousness and the weight of what I was about to do.
Throwing his arm out, so that it lay on the side closest to me, Danny muttered something under his breath that sounded like 'ghosts'. Then he was motionless.
I leaned over him, my breath obviously tickling his nose by the way he smiled and crinkled it. Putting an arm on the other side of him to balance myself, I leaned down further. My black cape with the red lining fluttered lightly in the wind let in by the window which Danny must have forgotten to close. It came to a rest draped onto the younger halfa's body, still fully clothed—shoes included—because he often fell asleep like that after long days and nights of a nasty combination of school and ghost hunting.
I pitied him in that moment, yet felt a little proud that he had not cracked under all the pressure of balancing two lives. He was strong.
Our lips nearly touched, and I whispered, "I don't love you."
Then his azure eyes were wide open, and he was sitting up and swinging his head from side to side, looking for the ghost he had been sure was there while I stood in a corner, invisible. I mentally sighed at the chance I had just missed. The chance to prove that it wasn't love I felt but the need for sexual release.
Seconds later, I was gone, leaving no evidence that I had ever been there in the first place.
I didn't feel the need to really prove it after that, because I knew that, when it came to Danny, the day I decided I loved him was the day I decided I was straight.