Just would like everyone to know that the person I suggested you read, Nimrod the Writer, was in fact the reviewer. I am NOT crazy! :D I am psyched to have such a great writer approve of these little one-shots, especially since they are getting written in just one day. That's not a lot of thought that goes into them people. Well, enjoy -

Prompt 6 – Wearing Eachother's Clothes: This ended up a lot longer (and different) than I expected. More to say at the end. Haha

Rating: M

6. Boy

"Tell me, why did you see fit to ruin my entire wardrobe?"

There was a rustling sound from the couch and Danny popped his head up from over the back of the couch. Sky blue eyes danced in amusement at the sight of the older man in front of him.

Vlad had been in Europe for the last three weeks and left Danny, only recently moved in, to fend for himself in the estate. At twenty-one Danny was still no less a child than when Vlad met him. Amongst a bunch of little out of place things Danny had also decided to turn Vlad's closet into his own, only his own. Jeans and T-shirts galore! This left the man with very little options in the morning. After he'd come home the night before and collapsed into bed beside his sleeping boyfriend he failed to notice that his drawers and closets no longer contained what they once did.

Waking up to find Danny gone wasn't new since the he had an early class, so when he disrobed and stood in the shower for what was probably an hour he didn't suspect anything. It was when he stepped out and draped a dark red towel around his waist that he started to suspect something. Where were his green towels?

Then he made it to his closet.

Danny could only assume that the man's eye had twitched incessantly and he'd muttered numerous delicious snacks under his breath as he begrudgingly put on what he was wearing now. How Vlad had managed to track down the one button down he owned was beyond him but it was there. The sleeves were rolled up, probably so they didn't look ridiculous stopping just below his wrists, and the dark blue color truly complimented his eyes of the same color. It was the jeans that really drew Danny's attention. They would be a tad shorter in length on the older man but that wasn't where attention lie at the moment. With Vlad attempting to stand there in an intimidating fashion, button down open at the top four buttons and jeans hugging every amazing curve of his hips, thighs, and ass it occurred to Danny he couldn't return the others clothes until after he was lashed out.

"I think it's a huge improvement." Danny grinned and very narrowly avoided a ray of energy from the others fingertip by ducking his head. "Hey! You said no powers in the house, your rules not mine."

"Then they are mine to break. Now, where are my clothes, boy." Vlad trudged over to grip the back of the couch causing the younger to jump up and put distance between them. It was all good natured, there was little threat but that didn't mean there wasn't still a small presence of it.

That was when Vlad spotted exactly what Danny was wearing. The other Halfa was dressed in a very casual version of what Vlad wore on a day to day basis. The crisp white button down hung on his form as Vlad was just slightly broader than the other (though it is often hard to tell beneath all the black) and his typical deep red tie hung around his neck in a careless fashion that mirrored the personality of the wearer. It was the slacks that drew the millionaire's hungry eyes though. The black material hung delectably low on Danny's narrow hips showing off a strip of skin that teased the senses. When Vlad was able to drag his eyes back up to the others face he let out a breath of a laugh at the smirk he was presented with.

There was a small moment when nothing happened. Perhaps thirty seconds before Vlad strode forward and gripped the silky material of the tie and wrapped his hand around it. "Did you go to class like this?" he muttered this under his breath, a tinge of something in his tone causing a shiver to slip down Danny's spine. Still the younger defiantly kept his eyes on the man before him, watching the circle of blue become thinner.

"I thought I'd try something new," was Danny's reply as he attempted to pull back but was stopped by the hand wrapped in the tie much like a leash.

"New included?"

Danny swallowed hard as he felt Vlad draw closer, the man's breath playing over his lips. "D-don't you see? It's a role reversal." He cursed himself for showing that moment of weakness but Vlad didn't seem determined to pursue it.

No, Vlad's interests lay elsewhere; in particular the skin on Danny's hipbone. The younger felt his breath hitch as Vlad thumbed over the bone, putting enough pressure to cause a surprisingly pleasant shock to rattle through to Danny's brain. A low chuckle made Danny's eyes snap open, he hadn't even realized he'd closed them. He looked up at those eyes again, nearly black in lust, and groaned.

"I don't think so, boy."

Vlad pulled them closer to eachother filling the gap between their lips, skipping formalities and asserting his dominance over the other with a nip of his sensitive bottom lip. He plunged into the taste of the other, nipping when Danny fought back and finally sweeping his tongue over the others before pulling away to admire his work.

Breathless Danny looked down at his own hands, one gripping the wrist that held his tie and the other clutched in the blue fabric of Vlad's (or his) button down. He knew that his lips were probably red from the abuse and his cheeks pink in a coming embarrassment. But he wouldn't let himself be foiled so easily. He attempted to shake off the effect by moving in again but not taking the other's lips, instead he lingered just a breath away and splayed his hands across the other's chest bringing them in to fiddle with the buttons.

"Why do you still call me that?" Danny asked, his lips brushing against the other's a shock going straight to the older man's groin at the contact.

"Hmm?" Vlad wasn't as disoriented as he would lead the other to think but he liked the drop in Danny's tone, the way it scratched when he whispered.

"Boy, you still call me a boy."

Vlad chuckled and tired of waiting for contact so he pulled the tie again and pressed the pad of his thumb into Danny's hip once again, earning a near musical hiss of delight. The action caused Danny to arch his back and expose his throat to his greedy captor. Vlad latched on to the soft skin, pulling the flesh on the column of the younger's neck 'til he was sure there would be a mark later. He could feel Danny struggling to pull away and if he didn't pull back and answer he was sure the boy would phase through his arms.

Pulling away Vlad noticed what Danny's hands had been up to. The button down was no longer buttoned and the younger's hands were just barely ghost the surface of his skin, tracing muscle contours and old scars. Danny was a meticulous lover, always curious, never really one to take things to fast, not like Vlad. One may have thought it the other way around but their natures had a lot to do with that, being 'dark' for so long left Vlad with a few bad habits. "Are you truly so interested?"

Danny tore his gaze from the scar along a rib that Vlad had earned in a fight with said boy one year and looked up. "Well I asked didn't I?"

Vlad fought to not roll his eyes. Instead he worked slow on undoing the tie then trailing his hands down the other's arms. "Because you simply are, my boy," he said. The answer confused Danny and Vlad could see that so he continued.

"Danny, know this and never forget it. You will always be Daniel, my Little Badger, my boy, mine. You will never have the level of maturity I have obtained. In fact, I may never allow it." A dark chuckle emitted from the man's throat and it reminded Danny of years long past but this time instead of being on the defensive he felt himself compelled to believe it. "You will never have to worry, my boy, I take very good care of what is mine."

A sharp tug snapped Danny's gaze away from Vlad's to look over his shoulder where the other hand unknowingly sneaked the tie into a knot around his wrists.

It was done.

Danny relented and brought his lips back up to the elder nuzzling them with his own. The concept was simple. Danny didn't have to be Danny Fenton, son of expectations with a loving family who worried over his every decision, he didn't have to be Danny Phantom, hero and protector of the world both ghost and human, he didn't have to be Danny-anything. All that was expected was for him to relinquish all power to the one who craved it the most.

Smiling at the motion of permission Vlad granted the boy his prize and parted his lips. Danny closed his eyes at the unique taste that had become Vlad Masters. The man was potent and left him in anticipation as Vlad pulled away. There was no loss of contact this time as Vlad continued down the column of the younger's throat and pushing the soft material of the shirt over the boy's shoulder to gain more access of the skin. Danny elicited a gasp when Vlad bit into his collarbone and he could feel his knees going weak. He ached to touch the man but was prevented by his restraints, he knew he could have phased through them but that would only displease his lover.

Buttons undone and shirt pushed down to his wrists Danny squirmed beneath the man's gaze. It would never matter how many times he stood exposed before him he would always feel as if it were the first time, especially at times like these when Vlad revealed a side that was so often kept hidden these days. This only served to enchant the man who maneuvered the boy into his lap as he took residence on the couch.

Palming the boy's behind, Vlad groaned deep in his throat at the friction. Danny leaned forward to lick the exposed skin over the collar of the shirt knowing that Vlad would only allow him to do so if it was what the man wanted. He moved to scrape his teeth over the skin but was pulled away at the last moment making him glare; he wouldn't whine at the loss. The defiance and displeasure was clear to Vlad so he bucked into the boy's hips watching as those cheeks flushed to become a bright red. Beautiful.

"Do you want me, boy?" Vlad asked as he fiddled with the button at the top of those black slacks that were once his. He probably didn't even have to unbutton it, all he had to do was slip them from the boy's lithe frame. "Or should I say, young man?" The patronizing tone caused Danny's gaze to harden, feeling as the man's fingers slowly pulled the material at his hips down.

"Just shut up and stop stroking your pride." Danny said as he leaned forward again and caught the man's lips once again forcing himself not to phase through the restraints.

What he felt next though was so enticing he nearly lost the ability to think at all. A shiver ran through him as he suddenly felt the cool air around him. The feeling didn't last long though as he felt his half swollen member brush up against Vlad's and all he wanted was to feel it over and over again.

Phasing through the confines of their clothing was a quick made decision but he was still careful to keep the tie on the boy's arms. He pulled the boy flush against him, hands on his hips, commanding every thrust and burst of heat the two felt. They weren't synchronized, it wasn't a perfect harmony, it was just lust. The man slipped his fingers across the boy's cheek until they rested on his bottom lip. Danny took the hint and immediately took in two digits swirling his tongue along the tips and down their length. The soft moan Danny emitted was lost as Vlad pulled the digits away and gave the boy a soft kiss instead. Sliding his palm around the boy he pushed a slick finger past the first ring of muscle and felt Danny stiffen over him. Vlad moved his lips to the boy's ear continuing to hold him in place with on hand on his hip. He knew he breath was quickening but so was Danny's and that mutual reaction was almost as lovely as the feeling of the boy squirming for Vlad to continue.

"Relax, my boy," he muttered, inserting another finger and scissoring. Vlad said he would take care of Danny but the boy, despite him stiffening once more, didn't seem to want the care and attention.

"Almost a month without you," the boy breathed into his ear, "and you want me to relax?"

A breathy chuckle and a few more pumps Vlad pulled away earning him a prized whine of displeasure from the boy. He wasn't entirely satisfied with the prep work but his boy was antsy.

His boy.

Both hands on Danny's hips he positioned the boy over his aching member. It happened much too quickly, Danny wrapped his suddenly released hands around the man's wrists surprising the elder Halfa enough to loosen his grip. With one swift thrust Danny let Vlad plunge inside him, the cry from his lips muffled as he burrowed his lips against the other's neck. They both paused, the stars behind Vlad's eyes subsiding enough for him to return his attention to the boy. He did not wait, that was Danny's punishment. There was no adjustment period as Vlad began to move, regaining his control and holding the boy with a new vigor bucking his hips.

The sounds of flesh against flesh and quick heavy breaths permeated the air. Small gasps and louder moans emitted from the boy as he dug blunt fingernails into the other's skin. Danny could feel the muscles under his hands, no one would ever know what he did. No one but him was allowed the sight of toned arms and defined pecs. Why the man went through so much to hide it Danny would never know and now was not a time to be thinking, simply admiring and being.

"Vlad…" he breathed out the name as he reached down to stroke his length, stopped only by a small growl emitting from the lips of the man. More chills ran down the younger's spine and he frowned, he needed more than just the friction, he needed release.

The man seemed to sense this and pulled the boy to him in a crushing manner before moving their positions so that Danny lay against the couch. Vlad loomed over him and brought the others legs around his waist before continuing quick and sharp thrusts. Danny arched his back, heat increasing as he felt a familiar feeling take over him.

"Cum, my boy."

That was all it took for Danny to let go, his body taught as a bow as he released himself between their bodies. Vlad felt the clenching around his cock and with a few more thrusts soon followed his lover over the edge.

Together they lay there, their clothes long forgotten on the floor. It became apparent to Danny that it didn't matter what he was wearing, he would always be his boy.

A/N: Yeah, a lot different. So I personally love this one, Diamonds is my favorite but I really think that I made my point clear about Boy. I always thought that even if they did end up together that Vlad would still be this powerhouse person. Yes, he loves Danny but it's just so hard to shake off the shadows when they've been a part of your life for so long. Hope you enjoyed it :)