And here's the final chapter to Weekend Love Affair guys! I gotta say, this story is more rambling then all my other ones if I'm being honest.

Hopefully I'll have a more put together way of writing them by the time I post a short sequel I've already got planned for this fic. It'll only be just one short chapter and in Danny's POV. It'll be called 'Monday Afternoon Anarchy'


Despite the little mishap Saturday afternoon it did not take long to convince the Fenton's to let him stay another night. They did ask why it was he wanted to stay, however, after a few choice words from their son they agreed that it was his business alone and they would not pry unless he came to them. Dash gave a great smile of relief at that and felt all his nerves give at their words. His shoulders relaxed and he felt all around at ease with the Fenton's open concern and respect for his privacy.

The Fenton's were, for a lack of better words, a family that both made him uneasy and warmed him in a way his own never really had. Don't get him wrong. He wouldn't give up his mom for the world; she was the best and always made him feel like he could do anything. But the Fenton's, they didn't talk to him like he was a child, they talked to him as if he was an adult, they made him use his brain. Something, he would admit now, that he rarely ever used. He had to think before replaying to Maddie Fenton's sharp, analytical gaze.

And Jack, he knew now where Danny got those big, honest eyes that made you want to trust everything you had inside you to him. Jack was an over excitable man, showing off a bunch of his blueprints for weapon that have yet been started, yet Dash would fully admit the man was brilliant…If only because the father used so many scientific mumbo jumbo words to explain everything that Dash just gave up at following the man at one point and just started to nod along at acceptable times.

Danny had stayed in the kitchen as the whole one sided conversation took place and Dash tuned out his father at some point just to hear in rapt attention the blue eyed boy report to his mother about the stuff in the jars. His voice was soft and he paused often as if tripping over his own words to make his speech as simplistic as possible.

Dash had furrowed his brows at that. It almost sounded like the lower strung kid was trying to hide just how much he knew of the stuff from the lab. A part of him wanted to know why he was trying to hide the knowledge he had. Maybe it was an ethics thing? Scientists have issues with that kind of stuff, right? Wait—did that make Danny just as much of a genius as the rest of his family then? Ha! Just like he thought.

The blond didn't think too much of what he knew was the obvious while the out of norm family and he had lunch.

Danny sat next to him and he couldn't help the Goosebumps that formed over his arm as the boys' arm would brush against his.

Dash didn't get much sleep that night either. The chills Danny set his body to feel turned to heat at their memory; the wall that guarded the guest room from Danny's was thin. He could hear the pale teen shuffle about late into the night and muffled words as he spoke to someone that must have been over the phone.

Dash didn't even try to ease the heat in his lower abdomen. He was sure if he had, the boy in the room next door would hear, and he didn't want that. He's given the lithe teen enough reasons to feel uneasy about him, and despite any honest to god attraction Dash felt for him, he had too much pride to try and jack off in his guest room to mental images of him.

FentonWorks: Sunday

Avoiding a person in their own home is a lot easier when you go into their room to turn off their incessant alarm clock only to find them not in the room.

Blue-violet eyes glimpsed around the messy room. Dash wondered if Fenton had all ready woken up and was in the living room. Shrugging, the jock eyed a stack of those questionably labeled binders that lay open over the beaten desk, forgotten as if Danny had left in some kind of rush.

However, thinking about it, Dash didn't sleep too deeply last night and never heard the boy leaving his room at any time during the night. Or even this morning for that matter. Shrugging it off, Dash chalked it up to Danny being a pretty quiet guy to begin with and headed down the stairs to breath in the smell of cinnamon pancakes.

No one was in the living room, when the tall teen found himself downstairs. There was no one in the kitchen either, however sounds of clanking metal from downstairs informed him that at least the Fenton parents were home and at work down in the lab.

Dash furrowed his brows. Where the hell was Danny then?

The sound of a door slamming upstairs broke through his contemplating silence just then and made him jump. Turning his head back to the stairs in question he quickly made it back up in time to see the lean figure of Danny opening a small closet off to one side of the bathroom door.

"Fenton? Where the hell did you come from?" he asked. Boney shoulders hiked up just enough for him to notice before the pale skinned youth turned his attention to his house guest, a towel in his hand.

"Where? What do you-" Danny looked at Dash funny. "I just came out of my room, duh."

Dash narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms.

"Oh, really?" he grunted.

"Is there a problem with me waking up in my bedroom Dash?" he closed the linen closet with a tired sigh before turning to the jock and mirrored Dash's crossed arm with a mocking look.

"Maybe there is, since I didn't see you in there while turning off your alarm clock this morning."

In hindsight, Dash started to think he was paying way too much attention to the lower rung teenager than was strictly acceptable-even for a crush- to notice the very subtle tensing in the body leaning on the linen closet door. Plump lips thinned into a harsh line as a look of honest panic flashed inside Fenton's eyes before being smothered by a cold barrier of indifference. Danny's crossed arms tightened around himself.

He bit the inside of his lip as he watched the tiny changes in Danny, as if he found an escaped convict in the act of climbing out a window. Dash wasn't a fan. The trapped look didn't really suite Danny. Yet, before he could try to open his big fat mouth, maybe brush this incident under the rug and tell him to forget about it and go on his merry way, Danny spoke. He was tight lipped and dripping in unsaid anger.

"Well maybe you just didn't see me. I have a tendency to fall off my bed in the middle of the night."

Dash knew it was a pretty bad lie. He was sure Danny knew it was bad, even for his talent of habitual lying. But he would let it slide. Whatever the reason why Danny wasn't in his room that morning to suddenly reappear upstairs wasn't really his business. Even if he wanted to know what's up. And if this had been last year, then maybe he would have pried the boy for answers with more than just a skeptic look. There definitely would have been more threats, that was for certain.

But this isn't the ninth grade and he was honestly trying to stay in Fenton's good graces for the rest of his stay here in his home.

"Oh, that must have been what happened then…" Dash shrugged with open palms.

"You about to take a shower or something?" he asked to lighten the mood. It helped and Dash watched with an inner sigh of relief that Danny let go of the tension in his shoulders.

"Yeah…" he mumbled before turning his back to the blond and entering the bathroom without another word.

Unsure of what to do now, the jock shuffled his feet in the empty hall before deciding to hang around in Fenton's room because reasons.

It was just as he had left it when he came in to turn the clock off. Unconsciously, her studied the bed and noted the blankets still in the same rumpled heap at the foot of the bed. They hadn't been touched. Walking over the few dirty clothes and papers strewn across the floor Dash made it to the desk where the binders were still wide open to the world. He sat down in the seat and eyed them with as much suspicion as he had Danny.

It was like they were just asking to be read. Sliding the wheeled chair into place, Dash brought the top binder closer to him and scanned the page it was open to. It was hand written. The words rounded and in pen. At first, he didn't really understand it. Maybe for the fact it was in that familiar small, slightly too close together writing that belonged to Danny, if he recalled properly.

He squinted. It was a date and time and then below that was a passage written. He read it with growing confusion.

"…seen at 1:39 am, had to climb out the window and almost broke my leg. Powers acting wonky. The cold is getting worse and my whole body was sore. I could only stay in the right form for 7 minutes before reverting back. It was a quick fight. No new upgrades.

I blame Skulker that the bug got worse"

"Oooookay…What the hell was that?" Dash questioned as he continued to read down to see similar passages. They all seemed to be some kind of log on when Danny encountered this whatever named 'Skulker'. But there was a lot of things written in the log book that he couldn't quite understand.

Like the fact that Danny was apparently fighting with them. He couldn't help the feeling of incredulity that came to him. The teenager looked like he couldn't hurt a fly!

However, the pain on his tender skin pulsed noncommittally and he flinched. Okay…so maybe he could hurt someone…

Dash shook his head to stop his train of thoughts before they continued and closed the binder with a soft rustle of paper. He set it off to the side and grabbed another, this one didn't have an identifier though and when he opened it, it was just a jumble of printed 1's and 0's. Dash promptly slammed the binder closed and set that one off to the side as well.

It was way too weird, and he was sure there was no way to understand what the fuck it was.

Who just prints out a paper with a bunch of numbers on it anyways?

Unsure of how to continue his snooping—he felt he shouldn't open another binder, lest his head explode from the questionable content inside—he next eyed the computer sitting innocently on a raised portion of the desk. There was a small green light on in the bottom right hand corner that told Dash the monitor was running. Finding the mouse in a slide out shelf with the keyboard, Dash wiggled it to watch as the blank screen brightened to blue and a little box appeared asking him to insert a password.

Dash's tongue tsked and he leaned on his elbow as he glared scathingly at it.

There was always something, wasn't there?

"Excuse me, but what are you trying to do with my computer?" a voice suddenly spoke up from where he knew the door was. Swirling around in the desk chair, Dash came face to face with Danny as the thinner of the two watched him with crossed arms.

"I—uh…"

Danny raised a hand and sighed out harshly.

"Whatever, as long as you didn't look through something you weren't suppose to." The boy muttered and walked to his dresser.

"Now would you kindly get out so I can put some clothes on?"

Feeling his throat constrict, Dash bolted out of his chair and tried so very hard not to look passed Danny's collarbone as the realization that Fenton was totally in nothing but a towel began to sink in.

Nodding quickly to himself, the blond stepped hurriedly across the room and stubbed his toe of a pile of books lying haphazardly in his path. He let a curse slide from his lips. He grasped a sore toe with his hands, while hissing. However, unable to resists, he peaked under his arm just as the pale boy rolled his eyes and turned around.

And when Dash assumed he must not have caught his secret glance over his bare chest, the towel dropped.

Heat flared up in the jocks face as his mouth flopped open in quiet shock. Forgetting his hurting toe, Dash jumped out of the room with all the grace of a floundering fish and closed the door with an audible slam.

Escaping to the living room, the blond feel to the couch; laying in a defeated, flushed heap he starred up the stairs with a look he felt could only describe the effect sheer dumb luck had just granted him. His stomach twisted up in knots as he swallowed thickly. His heart beat like mad and he kinda wished he acted like his usually confident self at that moment. Because it really shouldn't have been a big deal. They had gym together after all, he'd seen the tiny, ungodly cute loser undress before. Hell, he'd seen just about every part of his football team while hitting the showers after practice. And yet here he was. Acting for all the world like a virgin who'd never seen a naked anything other than his own body, blushing and breathing heavily.

Because he just got an eye full of Danny Fenton's finely shaped, round ass.

He could die happy.

Well…happier than that time he and Paulina decided they might as well take each other's virginity to 'get it over with'.


Danny came down a short time after, he dressed in jeans and a t-shirt one size too big. It was tipical and familiar and gave no hint to the fact that under it all Danny had a body that was making Dash squirm. Yet the fact that he seemed completely oblivious to it all had Dash digging himself a deeper and deeper grave with all the images his mind was starting to brandish around.

And Danny simply sat there on the opposite side of the couch, flipping though channels on the TV. He paid no heed to the blond undressing him with his eyes. Or at least, had no knowledge of said blond undressing him with his eyes and acted as such.

Because Danny Fenton was far more oblivious than the jock was giving him credit for. More than the time freshman year where just about everyone and their mother knew Goth Girl and Fenton had a thing for each other.

Dash blinked, he wondered whatever happened to that anyways? And then another thought struck Dash as he came to realize Danny was most certainly not as interested as he was at the moment in the person he say near.

Palm met forehead with an audible smack as he groaned at his last minute revelation. Because of course Fenton wouldn't be as painfully flustered as he was. Danny had no interest in him like that. It was a fact he completely didn't think about this entire weekend as he made goo-goo eyes at a most definitely straight teenage boy that was only helping him out of the kindness of his own stupid heart.

Because Danny Fenton was a goody-two-shoes, he was the type of guy that would help old ladies cross the street and give a scantily clad girl his jacket if she were cold with just a blush and a few stuttered words; no thoughts about taking advantage of her.

"Err, Dash? Everything okay over there?" Danny turned to him with a passing glance. Dash looked through his fingers and idly found he paid more attention to fair pink lips than anything else.

Well shit.

This wasn't going to do at all. Good thing he never was too heavy of a thinker or he could would have never thought to do something so bold as what he decided to do to corrupt that stupid goody-two-shoes persona. Whatever happened, he would take whatever Danny did to him after like he did everything else, with a stiff upper lip and a few selfish comments.

"Nope. Not at all." He shot back and grabbed Danny's shirt sleeve to drag him across the furniture. The ghostly kid yelped in surprise and flailed his arms until they found purchase on either side of Dash's legs. He looked up at his guest with an incredulous look. Dash didn't really take to time to look much deeper than that before taking his free hand to pry open Danny's narrow jaw; he supposed the dark haired youth was too unprepared for his actions since he felt no resistance as he pressed a forceful lip lock hard enough to bruise.

The feeling was cold as ice as their lips touched, Danny made a strangled sort of noise at the back of his throat in what must have been his disbelief. He could feel his whole body tense under his rough hands, Dash gripped Danny's chin harder before wrapping the hand in his shirt around his arm.

Wow…it was still small enough that he could wrap his entire hand around him and still the tips of his fingers over lapped.

And hand pressed against his chest, it felt desperate to shove him away, but Dash was despite too and he let his tongue slide into the sudden warmth that was his mouth. It was a warm spot in a snowstorm. Moist and slick he licked his way to the roof of Danny's mouth and dragged his tongue across its ridges.

And Danny, Danny actually shivered. He could feel it in his hands as his arms relaxed. The one on his chest fisted into his borrowed shirt. Something swelled inside of Dash, it was giddy and made him brush his tongue across his mouth again, once, twice, and then a sound wholly unexpected happened that the jock had to open his eyes to see if it really came from the person he had trapped in his hands.

Danny's shoulders slumped and his lidded eyes clouded over confused and conflicted, but oh so innocently. His face was flushed to the tips of his ears and only turned darker as he watched him realize that yes. Dash Baxter just made him moan.

Danny blinked as his fight once again returned and tried to push himself away from the jock, his cold lips left Dash's. He frowned at the loss and brought his hand to the back of his neck this time.

Danny froze to the touch and sent Dash this look of disbelief. He didn't understand what was happening and Dash didn't particularly feel like forking over an explanation. So he pulled him back to him again, so close their breaths mingled. He looked down at Danny and opened his mouth, tried to say something, maybe just a little hint to why. He deserved at least to know he wasn't doing this to him for a totally fucked up reason…

"Just shut the fuck up and enjoy this Fenton." Dash growled heatedly before slamming his lips to that safe icy feeling that sent jolts of pleasure through him. Danny made a noise and he was perfectly happy to ignore it for dragging his hand from his possibly bruised arm, down to its wrist. He felt the boys' hip next and dragged it impossibly slow and up then to his back to feel the tremors that went down Danny's spin as his teeth found his lower lip.

Ok…so words escaped him, not the right ones…But he was being serious when he said he didn't think things though.

Dash pulled him closer, Danny's other arm lost its balance and came to rest at the couches backrest. Their chests bumped into each other.

Dash bit his lip again, harder. Danny let out a noise he didn't mean to and the blond took his chance to bring his tongue to his this time. He dragged it over Danny's slick muscle slowly, as far back as he could go before sliding back to his entrance. Danny's mouth opened wider, more willing this time around, or just to take a breath he needed. But it was all Dash needed to steal into his mouth and their tongues met again until it moved away to explore.

The sounds his host made without meaning to egged him on, made Dash want to push his luck and forget why he did this in the first place. Danny shifted, his legs uncomfortably draped over the couch cushions. So Dash moved, leaned back on the arm rest and let him sit between his legs as he released his mouth to breath and stare at his handy work, if a little smug about the results.

His pale lips certainly bruised and his hands moved themselves to his broader shoulders. His lips parted to breath and he could see his tongue slip out unconsciously to lick his abused lips. Dash gulped and watched with rapt attention as the tip of the appendage dragged itself across the bottom lip so slowly he had to wonder if it wasn't staged.

Was Danny teasing him? He had to be teasing him. And shit it was working.

The jock caught the Fenton's tongue with his own and watched as bleary, bright blue eyes blinked up at him before shyly returning the kiss. Eyes closed; Danny moaned again as his arms wrapped around Dash's neck

Dash's mind was whipped clear of all thought as soon as their bodies pulled closer and it didn't take long for touching to be added into the mix. Danny made another strangled sound as Dash ran his fingers down his spine from where the bones met his neck to just above the dip before he groped that ass of his.

The blond groaned heatedly against his host's neck as slim finger pulled his hair. He bit just a tad harder at the exposed skin until an entirely different kind of sound came from Danny.

It was higher in pitch and dragged out longer than his other sounds of pleasure. It caught them both off guard. Danny froze in his arms and Dash waited for the inevitable. Hands left his short, disheveled hair and pushed away from him. This time, Dash didn't object as Danny flew back against the opposite side of the couch. They took a moment to take in the damage.

Dash liked what he saw, pink, from head to finger tips, he felt a distinct loss to the hairs standing up on the back of his neck where Danny had ran his nails down. He looked just like he should for someone who had just gotten into a lip lock with someone he whole heartedly did not expect to be kissing and he made sure the smugness his own blue eyes showed through as he studied his handy work.

Danny, however, was not amused and no sooner did his eye lock onto him with all his jumbled confusion and embarrassment to it shift into absolute furry.

Eyes like ice, but as hot as raging flames starred at him in a silence that slowly turned uncomfortable to Dash the longer it went on. He wanted to look away from the furry now fully directed at him by the silently seething teenager, yet he couldn't. They froze him to the spot as if the very will to turn away was forced out of him. Dash gulped.

"What the hell was that?" was Danny's drawn out hiss. His burning eyes narrowed.

Dash couldn't find his voice. Luckily, he didn't have to.

"Just…Just what the flipping hell was that!?" Danny's voice rose in volume as he stood to his feet to back up a step.

"No, you know what, don't answer. I don't think I want to know. Just—Just get the hell away from me Dash." Danny flung his hands up into the air before turning his back on the blond to run up the stairs, cussing the whole way there. He could hear a door slamming shut and then the faint click of a lock. Only then, did Dash look down at his hands as all the blood drained from his tan face.

He fucked up. He fucked up real bad, and he didn't even know how to explain himself.

Dash cursed just as the sound of the front door opened.

"Danny, Dash, we're home!" came Mrs. Fenton's cheery voice and a rustle that sounded vaguely like plastic bags.

Dash gulped and stood on his feet, maybe it was time to go. Danny made it pretty clear he had over stepped his welcome by leaps and bounds.


Yeahhhhh…so, I actually had more for this final chapter planned out, but once I got to that make out scene [which was haunting my dreams fyi] I kinda thought to just use it as the focal point. And since I didn't think I could really get Danny to have another fluffy scene with Dash after pretty much getting his mouth molested I decided to end it on a more tense note.

I think my kissing scenes are getting better. Given the amount of kissing I've written for any of my fanfictions could be counted on one hand. I think I made it well enough for you Danny/Dash fans to squeal right alongside me.

Hopefully, by the sequel I have planned for this story is finished, I'll have more flushed out characters for Danny and Dash. I don't feel I captured them well enough since I've never used their characters before…

I kinda wanted to give the impression that Danny had no feelings for Dash in a romantic sense, while Dash struggled with his. I tried to so i could build on it in another story I'm planning if I ever get far enough into my other stories to feel comfortable enough to start it. It deals in the same universe as this fic and would take place 5 years after the sequel I have in development. And guess what? Danny is going to be a young, hot university professor~ And then dash weasels his way into his class because…shit happens. [naughty teacher-student smut anyone? Lol but no, I also dreamed up a sex scene with them…all thanks to the Danny/Dash fic Exquisite. Check it out guys…(O p O) it will rock your world with how steamy it is. I forget the authors pen name, and I couldn't look it up as I'm typing this because my stupid laptop lost the wifi connection 2 hours ago and the thingy is in dads room and he's asleep]. But this is all not going to be for a very long time and is only in my head for now.

I'm hoping to get a new chapter out for Origin of Aria and The Power of Three Journeys before I post the sequel though…So have fun waiting~ (^ u ^)/