TIMESKIP OF AMOUR COURTESY OF THE KAMA SUTRA- A week later- Monday at school

It was lunch and Danny was on the school steps drawing. His outfit screamed dirty money: a crop-hoodie with red sleeves with a red undershirt with tan skinny jeans and black booties. He looked out to the parking lot and smiled at his car with love – thinking of who got it for him. Over the past week he had went and got his drivers license so Jazz would stop glaring at him from the drivers seat. He was happily doodling more designs when he was surrounded... By the A-listers.

"If it isn't, Fentonia." Dash mocked as he sat by the designer. Danny moved away only to brush up against Kwan and move back. "Whatcha doin? Faggot. " The cutie squirmed at the term but took a deep breath and moved his bang out his face.

"Let me guess... Paulina sent you to harass me. Because she told you I'm gay." At that Dash had the doll yoked up by the front of his hoodie–Chanel– while Kwan messed with his sketchbook. Danny sighed at the common hoodlum antics and prepped to defend himself the only thing holding him back was if whether or not to use his ghost powers.

"I highly recommend you put me down."

"What you gonna do, little faggot?" Dash hissed. "Prance around in a pretty dress for me? "

"I would but I have standards." Danny mocked with a smirk, thinking back on the restaurant he went to last night. "Plus... My boss is right behind you." Dash dared a glance over his shoulder only to whimper in defeat and fear... THE MAYOR WAS RIGHT THERE AND HE DIDN'T LOOK ALL TO HAPPY WITH THE JOCK.

"Would you KINDLY. Put my top designer down. " He seethed calmly. "He's too expensive to lose to the likes of you." Dash obeyed on instant and patted Danny's red snow cap like they were homies. Vlad leaned into the jock's face, eyes gleaming red with E-V-I-L.

"Get back to class. " Dash and Kwan were gone before you could say 'touchdown'; Danny smirked and turned to his boss- lover- teacher who looked a bit unhappy with him. Vlad was appalled let alone frustrated with his glamorous darling for putting up with that on a regular basis. Word had gotten around of Danny's orientation and it looked as if the bullying had worsened– that Sanchez girl was going to pay for this. The tycoon would've ended her sooner but again, his priceless investment stilled his murderous hand.

"Why do you put up with that? " Vlad finally chimed after Danny had checked over his designs.

"Good cover." His doll replied as he packed up his things, Vlad quirked a silver eyebrow silently asking him to explain. "Come on, vecchio uomo Danny Fenton– the weirdo gay geek versus Danny Phantom– town superhero and Fantasma Ragazzo– the Billionaire's Phantom. Clark Kent effect? I act like this weak- sappy- dork yet I'm really a full-time superhero and evil model? Get it?" (old man). Vlad hummed to confirm he understood the explanation but he still didn't like it. In his head Danny was too perfect and beautiful for such atrocious abuse– he still kicked himself for once causing half his wounds – maybe he should put him in a gifted private school. "Why you here, fruitloop?"

"I figured I'd take my boyfriend out to lunch. " Danny sighed softly and chuckled as he walked down the steps to meet his benefactor.

"Last time we went out to lunch, I had a panic attack at the bill." He mused, Vlad couldn't help but remember that and stifled a laugh.

"It was only 384 dollars and change, my dear badger." Danny gave him a look of shock and WTF. "Pocket change."

"Vlad... Last time I looked pocket change meant ten bucks and below." He summed. "Not a damn wad of hundreds and twenties in your left pocket." The billionaire snickered at this and picked his doll up twirling him.

"Again. I have more money than I know what to do with, entertain me, lovely. "

"What about my car? "

"I'll~~ ATTEMPT to have you back beforehand." Vlad replied. "That is if I don't get distracted..."

"By what? " To answer the adorable tranny felt a hand creep up his shirt causing him to shiver. He looked to Vlad only find him evilly smirking at the leftover love marks from the Italia trip.

"Still haven't healed yet huh?"

"Perverted bastardo." With that they headed to lunch and didn't return till sixth period.

SIXTH PERIOD- GYM

Dodge ball... Of all things Ms. Teslaff could have them do, she picks that. Danny sighed and patted his belly which was plump from a five-star-full-course-meal. Changing in the locker room had been a hell which here means Danny having to put his ghost powers to use only to get his book bag turned into a jock hackey sack. He stayed in the back trying to avoid the front at all cost but one thing was for sure Paulina glared at him the whole time. The jocks murdered the nerds and geeks— taking pleasure in them falling and crying in pain. Till the top three remained– Tucker, Sam, and... Danny. At this moment aforementioned tranny's ghost sense went off, he looked around only to see his benefactor in the bleachers with a vicious smirk. His expression read "Win or I'm going to hurt you when we get home. " The cutie smirked in response and winked.

"IT'S OVER FENTONIA! " Dash yelled as he launched his ball... With the grace of a gymnast, Danny quadruple back flipped and landed with a flourish. Sam then looked up at the stands only to giggle, she turned back to Danny only to find his eyes alternating between blue and green. The jock's were struck stupid at the halfa's expert move but recovered with avengeance.

"YOU'RE DEAD, FENTON!"

"Don't bet your life on it, idiota!" Another ball only this time, the babe caught it and... SMASH! KWAN WAS BLASTED IN THE STOMACH! " SCUSA! I was being careless perhaps I should be a bit more~ Gentile!" (Sorry; Courteous). At this Star was knocked plus several other A-listers who had hurt the poor ghoul pixie in the past. Tucker then tapped Danny's shoulder.

"Get me out, please. "

"Same here." chimed Sam. "Because this is about to get ugly, real quick." The doll obliged them both by tapping them with the ball, they went and had a seat. This left the heated princess alone and he was about to take some well deserved revenge... Sam and Tucker went and sat by Masters in the bleachers, ready to watch the show.

"My trust for you is up."

"By what? " chimed the billionaire with a quirked eyebrow.

"Two percent."

"Bruh, pay back is finna be a mug. "

That it was– the A-listers were shredded once Danny was through with them. All them had received their long-overdue ass kicking each to the arm, leg or chest. Dash caught most of the beating, a bruise or two laced his chest and his shoulder dislocated but for Paulina... Mass overkill as in the fucker was knocked into Dash and now had bruises on her perfectly flawless skin. Everyone cringed in fear as the pixie flounced off the basketball court and headed to the lockers. On the other hand Danny was in heaven, #REVENGEISUNDERRATED. It felt good to inflict pain on his tormentors even if it was just a one time thing; they had no clue how many times he put his ass on the line to save their ungrateful little asses. He was showering in the locker room when his sense went off.

"What a perfect view." At this the pixie was hugged from behind, two strong but deathly cold arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him in to a clothed and toned chest.

"Perverted bastardo..." Danny hissed. "Get out. "

"Nyet. I want to be with my любовник." What makes it bad, the love marks on his back and stomach were still healing– they were now a faint red. (lover). "Still red, lovely? "

"Stai zitto, coligne." The pixie cried as the gloved hands ran over his body. "They still tender and refuse to wash away." The hands started to venture lower and lower till they cupped Danny's behind and lifted him up.

"Good. " Plasmius mused. "Because they mark you as mine, no one else can have you. "

"LET ME GET DRESSED, Idiota pervertito. " (you perverted idiot)

TIMESKIP OF THE GLAMOROUS LIFE COURTESY OF FERGIE– A month later

The weeks pasted on with mild incident; the A-listers didn't bother the geeks as much, gifts and packages still arrived at the Fenton's— with blush-inducing note included. Ghosts even started to haunt Amity again– got their butts handed to them in a mere ten minutes. Since their relationship/ truce was going steady, Vlad tutored Danny in ghost-fighting plus kept track of all ghost-activity so the babe could study. Skulker was the first to receive a showcase of the prince's new skills.

"GHOST-CHILD! I'M HERE FOR YOUR PELT! " At this time the doll was coming back from shopping spree— when your sugar daddy bored with his money. Bags from several stores lined his arms and he'd just gotten his French-tip back. He looked behind him with a KAWAII questioning face only to find the repeatedly failed hunter aiming dozens of rockets at him. He shrugged and floated on.

"ARE YOU IGNORING ME, WHELP?! "

"Sì e no ." So much SASS. (Yes and no). The hunter launched his rockets, the darling yawned and brought up a nice sized green shield and when the rockets hit he didn't waver. Skulker then looked to the darling only to grow fearful and confused. A) Danny was unharmed neither were his wares B) BABE HAD GOTTEN AN UPGRADE. The suit was mildly the same only the collar was unzipped a little, the sides and underside of the arms were white while the top of the sleeves and chest remained black— 'DP' symbol intact. With his pants a series of silver chain belts but the best part... WAS THE BOOTS– white stiletto Converse with black laces. The tranny smirked when he caught the hunter staring at his backside.

"See something you like, Tin Can?" What does a robot blush look like? Whatevs, the hunter became a sputtering mess– failing to notice the six copies of the prince surrounding him.

"Ahem. " Copy One chimed. "Can we get on with this?"

"l got a dinner to be at by eight. " Copy Three added.

"WHAT MAGIC IS THIS?" Screamed Skulker. "SINCE WHEN DO YOU KNOW HOW TO CLONE?" The real Phantom turned and winked cutely with a finger to his mouth, his bags floating around in the air.

"A magician never reveals his secrets, idiota." He then turned to leave.

"GET BACK HERE AND FIGHT! "

"As much I'd love to entertain your failed hunting skills, I have a date to prep for. Ciao. " The clones then beat the ever living hell out of the failed huntsman.

Meanwhile in the Mayor's Mansion, Vlad was chilling, he lay curled up on his couch with a book— The Prince. His ghost sense had failed him so hard at this moment– the room became chill but he thought it was fine, his juice was replaced with vinegar but he thought it was okay, his bare chest was written on with green lipstick and he didn't register his face getting covered in whip cream to make him look like Santa. He finally registered something was wrong when.

"WHAT THE FUDGE FRITTER?" He spit-taked on his 'JUICE' then noticed the whip cream on the side of his cup. He hastily wiped his face only to notice the message etched in cosmetics on his chest:

"SEXY BITCH PROPERTY! STEP OFF HOE! "

He flitted about in search of a towel till he heard the soft but mischievous laughter of a certain ghoul diva and the clicking of heels on his marble floors. He looked around only to smirk and lick his lips; there was only place in his mansion his doll would be... And sure enough he found him. The kitchen, munching on some strawberries with whip cream on top. The darling looked to him only to bust out laughing, the billionaire was a mess before the doll could start his taunt he was pushed back onto the counter. His suit was unzipped then Vlad took the whip cream and sprayed it all over the doll's chest. SHE let loose a moan when the villainous tycoon licked her stomach; Vlad grinned darkly at her flushed face.

"What a naughty little badger you've been."

"I was bored, Commune Masters..." She giggled. "You look good in green."

"Sexy 'Bitch' property? Seriously?" The doll ran a gloved finger down his chest and did the duck lips.

"Mmm? Right." She mused. "I should've put 'Bad Bitch', since you're mine. "

"I presume you want me to take you right here on the counter."

"A-as much as t-that sounds like f-fun." Fantasma stuttered out while malicious hands crept up her suit; she shivered at his touch. "We have a ball to prep for..." The billionaire's kisses and licks ventured down her whip cream coated chest before he paid any real attention to her claim.

"We have plenty of time, my dear." He mused as he licked at the leftover whip cream on her face. "I'm very punctual when it comes to creating pleasure." The make out was on. Vlad picked the doll up and groped her behind happily, said doll wrapped her legs around his waist. The tycoon teleported them to his bedroom and tossed the babe on his bed. The mess they were covered in became a dirty smear as the two went hot and heavy. Vlad pulled off the gloves and kissed her baby soft hands then examined her new manicure.

"Nice nails. "

"The better to scratch you with later. " Masters grinned darkly and kissed her, he was leaving avid marks on her. His hand ventured into the suit and into her lace panties toying with her vitals. She squealed with delight and clawed him, he groaned in anger and pleasure then literally attacked her chest things were getting heated up till... DING DONG! DING DONG! THE DAMN DOORBELL! Vlad growled in irritation and anger but moved to look out his window, the horn to the interrupter's car sounded. An air horn.

"MERDA!" Hissed Fantasma and with that two rings of transformation traveled across her body revealing Daniel.

"What's wrong, princessa?"

"That's my parents."

"ДЕРЬМО!" (SHIT)!

After some major cleanup with the help of ghostly speeds and clones, impromptu showering sessions and a change of clothes plus a well thought out lie, Vlad was ready to greet his guest. They stood on his doorstep in the usual attire and expressions only Jazz had hostility written in her eyes.

"Hello, everyone. Hope the drive was well. " He was used to retaining his class while shadowing his corruption.

"How ya doing, V-man? " Jack chimed with a bear hug.

"Fine— but better—if you put. Me. Down. " The jumpsuit clad man hastily put him down in embarrassment. Jazz just walked past him and glared at the air, her mother cringing at her coldness.

"So? Where's my brother?" The malice in her words pierced his persona like a sharpened pencil but he kept his cool. The air to her words insinuated the 'I know what you did last summer' vibe, but Vlad had an excuse waiting.

"He. Is~ off designing a dress for the wife of a client of mine. " He escorted them to where Daniel was only to nearly catch a stiletto to the head.

"WHAT THE FRENCH TOAST?! " His little badger was seriously messed up, he was digging around in the countless bags he'd gotten from the mall and ordered online.

"Too much. Too freaky. Too~~ Vlad vampire noise." Maddie and Jack laughed at the last one which attracted Daniel's attention. "Ciao la famille." He scanned each of their faces only to find his parents giggling while Jazz and Vlad glared at him— Jazz out of spite while Vlad's out of playful anger at the vampire comment. Vlad stepped in to the room and examined the mess his dear princess had made.

"Daniel. Why in the name of key lime pie have you made this mess? "

"I needed a good shoe. "

"What are you designing, sweetie?"

"A dress for Madame Sinclair, wife to Augustus J. Sinclair owner of a prominent faux fur company here. " Vlad smirked at how much attention Daniel paid to the industry. He was one of his best investments to date, the doll practically ran D-Divas by himself but his alternate personality added the flair and genius of the designs. "If this dress impresses her, her husband will knock forty-five percent off the channeling price that way I get my furs twice as cheap and twice as fast. Yet Vlad pays for everything." Said tycoon facepalmed while the Fenton's giggled; his darling was extravagant and that alone made him happy but the bluntness needed work.

"Whoa. Danny did a number on this place didn't he?" Maddie chimed, it was then she caught sight of part certain suit belonging to a certain local superhero. "Why is Phan~—!"

"WELL! since you've seen your little designer in action let's go prep for this evening, shall we? " Vlad attempted to escort everyone out but Jasmine wouldn't so much as budge. He glared daggers at her which she returned with lasers. Their silent Cold War was heating up till.

"Will you two please take all that Negativo energy, elsewhere?" whined Fantasma (negative). "The bitchy essences of your stare down are hindering my creatività." Vlad happily obliged but Jazz took a minute and stared at the ghouliscious halfa who was putting the finishing touches on the dress (creativity) ... This was about to be a bad evening.

By five after the family was settled in for a glamorous and glitzy weekend amongst socialites, Danny had finished his line. He took off the prescription glasses Vlad had gotten him and put down his sketchbook and tossed the pin cushion onto~~ The air? It was tossed around for a second before...

"Finally... A chance to be alone. "

"Couldn't wait could you? "

"You're positively correct, lovely." They kissed only to hear something break downstairs and two female voices screaming in distress,the tycoon's eyes flashed red. "Permission to turn him to DUST!" His darling quirked an eyebrow in alarm but chuckled.

"Il permesso non è stato concesso. That's my dad, assassino. " The princess stopped his barrage of kisses to his neck and face (Permission NOT granted; murderer). "Same goes for Jazz, I saw how you wanted to rip her face off. I know how damn annoying she is but that does not give you the right to water board her in your~~ DUNGEON thingy. Psycho." VLAD grinned evilly and showed his fangs while running a calloused hand over his darling's chest.

"Best watch your tongue before I take you down there. " A deep red flush and a yelp escaped Danny at the villain's words.

"ANTY-WHORES! When's Madame Sinclair supposed to be here? The dress is done so is the rest of the line. " Vlad stood then looked to his watch, 5:44, he picked the doll up and kissed him. Madame Sinclair wasn't going to arrive for another ten minutes which left Vlad plenty of time to be with his glamorous lady only.

"Vladdy! " PURE EMBARRASSMENT. "There's some prissy uppity lady and Chewbaca at the door." The tycoon and his prize princess ran downstairs.

The doll slipped into his persona and she took over while Vlad kept the bungling Fenton's restricted to one room of the mansion and occupied them with a double. The billionaire then rejoined his guests and lady in the drawing room.

"Augustus J. Sinclair, owner of Sinful Faux. Honor to meet you." He chimed but he growled when noticed his fellow tycoon was eyeing HIS lady. Could he blame the man though? The babe only wore a red halter with white capris—which did their job TOO DAMN WELL— and black open-toed stilettos covered in gold jewels.

"Guten tag, Mayor. " The tubby man greeted back as he slithered over to Fantasma. "And you must be, Fantasma Ragazzo." He took her hand and kissed it, Vlad resisted all destructive urge to rip the guy in half at the action, instead he was a gentleman and did the same to his wife.

"Madame Sinclair. Pleasure to meet you." He couldn't really oogle over the woman– she was near him in age with many a botox injection, evidence remained of her recent booby job and her makeup was~~ O-KAY.

"The pleasure is all ours." She chimed back. She went and sat by Fantasma who at the moment was working on a design for her fall line.

"Woooow! That's a cute dress!" The pixie immediately closed her sketchbook and flew to Vlad's lap— SHE KNEW A LOUD-MOUTH WHEN SHE SAW ONE. Vlad on the other hand was in heaven but had to resist all urges to indulge himself and it did not help that his bae let loose a whine of annoyance at the lady's intrusion into her creative secrets. " I do something wrong? I'm sorry, darlin. "

"Forgive me for her brash behavior but–!"

"An Italiana's designs are her life..." The ghastly pixie chimed, but the next part had Vlad a pure flushing mess... "Only her betrothed can indulge her muse. " At that she kissed her billionaire with a passion receiving an awe of affection from Madame Sinclair.

The four then discussed her dress and how the evening would go over. Vlad had his arms wrapped around his princess as she doodled in his lap while the three adults in the room talked pure business. But the true piece of resistance was...

"So. Where's my dress? " At this Fantasma became bright and peppy again and clapped excitedly. She dashed from the room but came back for a split second.

"Mi despice, I'll be back." Her black heels clicked up and down the hallways in haste only she came to a screeching halt because... Maddie was wondering the halls. The lady hunter's ghost detection gear had went off and now she was looking for the cause— cough, Fantasma/Danny, cough. The doll yelped and ran for the opposite direction only Maddie saw her and gave chase.

"STOP RIGHT THERE! YOU SPECTRAL SPOOK! "

"Merda..." The doll donned her suit and flew away, her spectral tail whisking behind. She lead the lady hunter everywhere while on the side trying to make it back to her room and snag the dress, it was exhausting. Maddie stayed on her heels not giving up once and when she took out a handsome sized ectogun, things became difficult. Not only did Fantasma have to avoid being blasted, she had make sure Vlad's stuff didn't get destroyed. The babe was going crazy, a little while in to this massive headache of a chase, the doll got a sneaky and mischievous grin. Maddie stayed persistent in her chase of the fabulous ghost only after they rounded a corner she lost her.

"Ahem. " Maddie looked around listening for the telltale signs of Fantasma– her silver heels and black train. "Sign~ora~ Over here." Right when Maddie thought she had the ghouliscious darling... SLAM! She found herself locked in a spare linen closet! NAUGHTY GHOST GIRL! The pixie even let loose a small evil laugh then went about her way.

The doll had won, she flounced back to the drawing room to talk with her clients, she was halfway to the room when... JACK ROUNDED THE CORNER. His ghost tracker app bleeping loud, he looked up and saw... Her. She ran, he chased; the dress safe and secure in her psychic hold.

"Do they ever quit? " She muttered but then an idea struck her... Clones. She made four copies of herself and each harassed the seasoned yet clumsy hunter while she returned the dress to her suitor and clients. She turned back into her human self and walked back into the room, reclaiming her spot in Plasmius's lap.

"Scusa , for taking so long I was taking care of some cleanup. " VLAD held back his carnal need to screw her senseless but could sense the ghostly energy she was exerting, what had she been up to? He kissed her ear and cheeks but whispered to her some lyrics to tease.

"Hey, little mama let me whisper in ya ear. " This caused FANTASMA to bust out laughing and hug him silly. Madame Sinclair watched with dreamy eyes over the couple, remembering when her husband did that to her...

"Instead of cutting you forty-five percent off, I'm a cut you fifty-five!" Her husband threw her a shocked look and she just returned it like it was nothing. "WHAT! They're too cute a couple not to give a deal to." Augustus was a flustering mess at his wife's proclamation but let her have her way. The deal was sealed.

TIMESKIP OF THE BALL COURTESY OF DIVAS - The Ball 8 pm

By eight, socialites started to arrive at Vlad's prominent estate, anybody who was anybody showed up— especially those of the fashionable variety. The clothing was so HAWT! As in, Danny WAS NOT ALLOWING his parents to wear their raggedy everyday jumpsuits for his coming out ball— cough, Vlad paid for everything, cough. The doll halfa FORCED them into some proper evening attire, for Maddie a nice blue slit dress with a pearl necklace and stilettos and FOR Jack a nice brown suit with a orange tie. With Jazz it was a gorgeous one strapless teal dress while Danny~ FANTASMA... A silk black off the shoulder dress with a slit on the right side plus a diamond choker and green stilettos; Vlad his regular classy suit.

The party was grand and extremely extravagant, the rich and famous people chatted of recent things like divorces, business, fashion and whatnot but the main topic remained, BEAUTY AND THE BILLIONAIRE. Many were wondering when the eccentric princess would make an appearance, Vlad could only smirk. He wondered about making small talk but kept eyes on the Fenton family all night— IT WAS AGREED THERE'D BE NO TALK OF G-H-O-S-T'S THE WHOLE NIGHT. Jack was squirming amongst all the wealthy people without his favorite subject, Maddie simply nodded along to everything that was said— yet had no real clue of what they were talking about while Jazz... Stalked Daniel, who at moment was heading to get a drink.

"Sup, Jazz. "

"Hello, hooker. "

"OW. Still mad? " She nodded hastily, poured some punch. She didn't know of what "REALY" happened IN Italy but knew her brother had been stuck like glue to Vlad's side ever since. Their relationship had her in pure suspicion and dissent; how do you go from wanting to slit the guy's throat to being his doll baby? They were practically inseparable and to top it all off, the doll had been misusing her powers as of late for silly little revenges and a bit of cheating— HEY, KICKING GHOST ASS IS HARD WORK.

"Look, I know you hate me." Danny started. "But please... Don't ruin the night," He casted her a sideways glance and handed her a glass of champagne. "Please get over it and allow some fun, he's a pretty good guy. And I'm~~happy. For a change. "

"You expect me to believe that line?"

"Why can't you?"

"Because I've watched Masters concoct schemes to kill dad, clone you, kidnap you and mom. Need I remind you of the weekend he had us fight against each other for amusement. But look at you, you're his little plaything now in trade for what a few dollars and rhinestones?"

"Look, believe it or Nah. I couldn't ask for a better first boyfriend. Even if he was dirt- back poor I'd still be with him. Besides... That diamond on ya wrist is just an added bonus." Jazz gasped in anger and horror as Danny walked away.

The doll wiped the small tear away and went to sit in the back at the dining tables, no one saw the transformation. Fantasma was silently a wreck as she mused over the conversation she'd just had with her "so-called" sister. Why couldn't the same Marmocchio snob see she was happy? (snobby brat). Her and Masters may have had problems in the past but that was just that, the past. The man even admitted his love for her and all that came with her, he was willing to hold back homicidal tendencies for the sake of seeing her smile. Hell, he was willing to put up with her father for her. The stupid jewels were just an added bonus. Why couldn't she just leave it be? Before another tear slipped down her cheek, a tissue was held in front of her by a very familiar gentleman.

"Why so sad, my beautiful princess?" Fantasma's eyes brightened at the sight of her benefactor who immediately took a seat beside her and kissed her cheek.

"Jasmine." Silently sobbed the princess. "Being Jasmine... She doesn't exactly – approve of us." Vlad's eyes turned a tinge red at this, how dare the smart aleck upset his darling.

"It pains me to see my treasure unhappy. " The billionaire mused. "Her opinion doesn't matter, you know in your heart what's true so please... Stop crying and share a dance with me..." At this the two stood up and moved for the dancefloor. Vlad made a gesture to the band to flip songs, they played a slow waltz to appease the two. Vlad held her gently and made sure his foot work was up to par; Jazz watched the two as they swayed gently and twirled and dipped at the right moments ever so slightly jealous of the sweet action.

"She doesn't believe you're happy?" Vlad mused in Fantasma's ear.

"No. She thinks I'm just your plaything or boy-toy."

"That's a lie and you know it. "

"We have had our ups and downs, Vladimir..." He scoffed and twirled her.

"Forgive me and my ghostly obsessions." He replied. "I finally realized that I'd rather be with you than your ghost- obsessed mother..."

"When?"

"Our last fight before the Gala." The babydoll giggled— it had been one HELL of a fight, DANNY won of course.

The old man had been bored and off his rocker and the infamous halfa was already pissed– he had been beat up by the jocks, got detention for the 80th time, a 'D' minus on a test he ACTUALLY studied for but had to leave unfinished because of a ghost problem and to top it all off... He had just missed his curfew by twenty minutes. It was fair policy that the first ghost he saw while enraged was in for the biggest ass-kicking of their afterlife. Vlad had been flying by and saw the ticked off Prince and went after him only to catch an ectoblast to the face and kick to the side. They had the conversation as thus follows:

"OW! What the blazes is wrong with you?! "

"LAY OFF, YOU OLD COLIGNE! I'M NOT IN THE DAMN MOOD! " VLAD tried to blast him only to find the Prince was truly an expert in aerial combat and was then hit with a ghostly barrage of lasers and a ghostly wail but for once VLAD could make out words in the hellified scream.

"I AM SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SICK AND TIRED! DOESN'T ANYBODY GIVE TWO FUCKS ABOUT HOW DANNY FEELS?! I CAN'T EAT! I DON'T DAMMIT SLEEP! CAN'T THERE BE ONE GOTDAMN DAY WHERE I'M NOT STUCK HAVING TO PUT DOWN SOME STUPID GHOST ONLY TO LOSE OUT ON NORMAL LIFE?! I'M LITERALLY FAILING HIGH SCHOOL! I PROTECT EVERYBODY ELSE ONLY TO GET LAUGHED AT, BEAT UP AND PICKED ON! MAYBE I SHOULD'VE BECAME THE BAD GUY! BUT NO I DID WHAT I THOUGHT WAS RIGHT! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! " Vlad looked to the distraught teen only to find him scowling in anger but crying in misery; he thought he had it rough? The pissed teen then proceeded to hit him numerous times with ectoblast while screaming obscenities at him. The elder ghost tried to avoid getting blasted and reach out to him but failed as the child let loose his frustrations on him.

"Daniel, wait—!" Before he could get another word out, the hero was gone in a spectral flash. He had a lot to think on when he got home...

The waltz had come to an end and the couple did the forehead touch, all around them swooned in delight at the display of love— Jazz ran off, hey where's Danny? Madame Sinclair watched with lovey eyes at the love the two halfas shared... And wasn't surprised when Vlad suddenly whisked Fantasma out the room. He lead her all over, some lefts, a couple of rights, another left and... BAM! Vlad had his dollbaby in a closet and on an old (out of style) table. He attacked her neck with fierce kisses relishing in her moans and squeals while he groped her behind. A hand slipped in her panties and played around, she wrapped her legs around his waist while he assaulted her neck. Her hand gripped his hair and yanked, his groan of delight encouraged her to further her tactics and she dug in his hair and scratched. At this she felt a bulge press on her inner thigh to which she smirked.

"Naughty dog..." She teased. "You want me don't you?" To this she received a feral growl and a nudge with Vlad's Impaler— I reserve all rights to make this joke.

"Your beauty. Poise. Elegance." The tyrant hissed. "Drives me insane. I can't take it. Let me have you. Hold you. Make love to you till you beg for mercy. "

"What's the magic word? " DANIEL. Was enjoying this WAAAAY too much, he did not have a clue as to what type of sexual beast he was unleashing. He thought ITALY was the SHIT, he was in for it! Which here translates to Vlad grabbing both the babe's hands and pinning them to the wall, his tongue licking his neck from collar to ear.

"Why must you be so hypnotizing?" At this Daniel's eyes glowed green to counter Vlad's sinister crimson.

"I can make you see your wildest dreams if I wanted..."

"Indulge me then..."

The billionaire stroked the princess while they made out, the pre-cum spilling onto his fingers but... He took it away and removed his princess's panties— he was so wet, he wouldn't need prepping. Daniel whined when he felt the hand get taken away but that ceased as he cringed when he caught sight of Vlad's vital regions— no wonder the old man was strong as fuck. Speaking off, the billionaire lifted his legs over his shoulders and positioned himself at his princess's entrance. To be safe, the villain stuffed his doll's panties in his mouth to muffle his ghostly screams, Vlad groaned while Daniel cried out as the tyrant pushed his way in past the tight ring of muscles— maybe he should've prepped him.

"Blast, you're so damn TIGHT. " At this he received a glare and— "AY! " A deathly squeeze on his member, in retaliation VLAD pulled out and thrust back in. HARD. Tears came to the Daniel's eyes as his benefactor trusted in and out of him. His moans and squeals winning out despite his gag, he wanted to rake his hands through Vlad's silver hair but the billionaire had restrained his hands with ecto-rope. He opted to wrap his legs around him while the other pounded away at his prostate. He didn't even need to pound, Daniel's member stood at attention without the force on his spot, Vlad was big, too big. At last the billionaire was losing steam and Daniel's restraints broke at which the boy pulled the hungry elder in for a passionate kiss as he sexed beyond repair. With a final thrust and Charlie horse, the two collapsed upon one another, Vlad nuzzled Daniel's shoulder and kissed his neck. The Prince only returned the gesture with a purr and ran his fingers through the soft silver hair.

"Why are you so perfect, Daniel? "

"Why's your dick so big? "

The next day was even better; after Vlad had teleported the two to his room to lie down, the party was a hit. There was hella voicemail on Vlad's answering machine in his office but sadly the man was too worn to answer them at the moment— same for Danny. The Fenton family on the other hand where lost. Jazz couldn't find Danny, Maddie was slowly fitting together this whole mess but was still dazed and confused while Jack remained oblivious to the hidden feud.

Maddie was for lack of better wording 'being nosy', yes, it was an invasion of Daniel's privacy but she had to find out the truth. She was going through his suit cases and dresser, what was she looking for? Not a clue but she knew several things: there was a ghost at the party last night, Danny was no where to be found since last night and to top it all off, the people she had hung out with last night were talking about some designer named Fantasma Ragazzo. Who was she and how was she taking credit for Danny's drawings? All Maddie found while invading Danny's belongings was heels and boots , makeup kits, and clothes intended for models plus some very sheer dresses.

"This isn't making any sense..." She mused. "Granted, my son is transvestite and gay but— Who was that girl? "

Speaking of said kawaii tranny, he was laid across his billionaire's lap dozing. Vlad could only chuckle as the doll indulged in some well deserved rest. He had secured several deals for his fashion company, maintained his ghost fighting time and had somehow managed to keep their relationship a secret. The billionaire could only~ smile at the adorable halfa in his lap as the boy slept, his soft breath acting as Vlad's clock at the moment. It was the middle of the day but the two decided to stay in despite their guests. The outfit Daniel wore didn't help any but Vlad kept his dirty daydreams to himself. Nothing but lace black panties and a lingerie tank, why was Danny so cute? It had been quiet a majority of the day but that beloved silence was soon broken by—!

"DANNY! " Jazz. She was searching for the darling, who was as of current dreaming of Vlad's key lime pie — the man had a knack for sweets.

"Daniel? " All he received was a purr and said Prince rolling on to his back, belly out. VLAD chuckled and pulled the tank down only for Daniel to defiantly pull it back up— must've been hot.

"DANNY! " Jack, the whole family must've been searching for him and if Vlad didn't wake the babe they were going to get caught. Vlad smirked at the possibility and a dirty idea came to his head. He ran his hand along Danny's stomach only to gain purrs in return but then—!

"AY! " He popped his darling's panty line, knowing how much that irritated him, said darling looked to him with annoyance.

"What? " He whined, Vlad moved in and kissed his stomach and chest while the doll stretched.

"Your~ family. Is looking for you." The babe groaned but clambered on to Vlad, straddling his lap. All the billionaire could do was smirk and hold the doll's waist. Danny's eyes glowed green and a blue aura pulsated off him. Vlad was confused but soon fell for the hypnotic essence, what power was this? The billionaire slowly became drowsy but refused to give in to Danny's trap, said halfa must've increased the power behind the spell because a soft tinkling could be heard with each pulse. Soon a loud thud was heard and two screams of distress then several more thuds and screams.

"What did you do? "

"Stanco . " Whined the princess as she laid back down beside her villain.

"What did you do? " (Tired).

"Sleep." The revenant cutie squirmed when the villainous tycoon lifted her up and made her face him. Sapphire challenged irritated and sleepy lime looking for the answer to the devious trick pulled on the whole mansion— staff included (UNHARMED).

"You little hypnotic deviant. " All Vlad gained was a seductive smirk from his lover and a shove on the bed.

"I told you." Started Fantasma-Danny. "We all have our secrets and I can make you see your whatever I want. All those years of you hounding me to be my teacher only allowed me to master more on my own... Now either let me nap or deal with THIS. " Vlad fought the illusion but learned this... Let sleeping evil divas lie.