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 1: Sent to a Time
The hallway of Casper High teemed with people; teachers and students, mostly going wherever their schedules required them to, and sometimes doing stuff or going places that would appall the makers of such schedules. Dash belonged in the latter group, which didn't bother him at all. Rules and schedules: created by adults for people to follow, not that important to him; the opinions of the populars, his football team, his friends: quite important to him.
He called out an insulting but unimaginative play on Danny Fenton's surname.
Fenton groaned, his focus shifting off his conversation with Sam, and onto Dash. "Leave me alone. I have enough problems."
While Fenton replied, Dash indulged himself with a look at the male and a few others of the same gender nearby. No one saw that, though, and Dash didn't want them to; instead, they just saw a teen bullying another teen; not the lust in Dash's eyes when he looked at various other males, just the cruelty of his bullying. Not spotting Foley, one of the other males he secretly relished looking at, he wondered why that guy wasn't walking beside Fenton and Manson, like usual. Sick, perhaps? Injured? Lost? Attacked by a ghost? No longer living?
Dash replied to Fenton's statement with another jibe, seeing that the other populars and kicks-ass-at-sports guys were watching and their minds only were registering the cruel part of the equation, not the lust-that-dare-not-speak-its-name part.
Of course, if declaring his feelings… inclinations… toward the masculine gender would be as inconsequential as, say, talking about the weather, he'd strike off the "that-dare-not-speak-its-name" part. Unfortunately, some of his peers – particularly ones in the two groups listed above – used the word "gay" in derogatory ways, and most of his family subscribed to old style views of manliness, love, and religion, views unaccommodating to males with attraction to men.
Dash went behind Fenton and snatched off his backpack, dislodging most of the contents, including a green and black thing. It was the size of typical paper, though it shone too much to truly be paper. Instead, it seemed to be made out of a blend of film and plastic, yet neither of them. Power seemed to emanate from it, power that seemed both wild and controlled. And it glowed. Yeah. It glowed – a neon green glow, the color bright as ever, yet somehow dark. If Dash was the pondering type, if the notion of there being more in heaven and earth than rational philosophies suggest was enough to short-circuit his brain, this would have had the potential to drive him absolutely loony. As it was, he shouted, "Looks like Fenturd has got something cool for a change!"
The said teen rose to his feet, almost growling, his eyes flashing green and blue. "I need that!"
Manson held Fenton, gazing at him in half-hidden concern, then assumed a posture that clearly indicated anger. "Swiper, no swiping." She rolled her eyes. "And Dash, don't you dare dash off with that… uh, bizarre post-modern artwork that Tucker bought on the Internet and gave to Danny." She gazed back at Fenton, grinning rather sheepishly.
Fenton continued. "It's called, uh, Infiniti Map, because it shows how maps, uh, guide you through infinity."
Manson glared at Fenton and Dash simultaneously. Fenton gulped. "OK, that makes no sense, doesn't it?" He paused. "Its value in money is only one cent or so, which is why we could buy on the Internet, so you won't get much cash for it."
Dash lifted Fenton's backpack away from the map-art-whatever thing apparently named the Infiniti Map, and reached to pick it up. Fenton knocked his arm away from the Infiniti Map with his elbow, hitting Dash's chest with Dash's own arm, which rated about a four or five on the pain scale. Dash attempted to grab the Map again, this time being stopped by an emerald energy beam of some sort (hey, aren't lasers and phasers totally sci-fi? Does Fenton have a laser or phaser? Cool!). He cringed this time, since energy beams seemed to rate a seven to ten on the pain scale. (Ghosts exist though! Don't they do the energy beam stuff?)
Fenton attempted to push Dash away, which totally disregarded Dash's superior muscles but made a certain organ in his body happy at the contact. Dash dearly hoped that Fenton's concern for the Map outweighed his ability to sense things rising against him. He adjusted his position, so Fenton could neither see nor feel the unwelcome response of his body. He suspected himself to be blushing, so he began to pant, hoping Fenton would expect the rush of red to his cheeks to only be from exertion. Then, he pushed Fenton onto the floor and backed away, grabbing the map as he did so.
A green and black door appeared and opened in the air, and a force rushed him into and through that door, flying him through the air. He shook madly, breathing at an uncommonly quick speed, wanting this to finish, to be a nightmare, a nightmare based on an amusement park. However, it refused to obey any of his wishes, to give him any of his wants, instead dropping him in a wooden place decorated with furs, bones, tapestries of what seemed to be great victories and a hodgey-podgey of stuff that seemed to be from conquests. Someone, wearing a distinctively Viking outfit, approached him, saying something he couldn't understand.
"Fenturd and Manson pulled their explanation of the Infiniti Whatever out of their asses," Dash growled. "It's really a Take-You-To-Viking-Times ghost device, right?"
The expression of the Viking sharing the room with him, Dash thought, should really become a WTF plz icon somewhere.