Author: loosedefense
Title: Weak
Pairing: Danny/Dash
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is the property of Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon. This story implies nothing about the characters nor does the plot of the story have any effect on the show itself. This story is pure fiction and fantasy.
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The night was tense. Danny's parents had asked Sam, Tucker and Dash to call home for permission to spend the night at the Fenton residence as they did not want to take the chance of any of their guests being followed by the Guys in White at such a late hour. Sam was spending the night in Jazz's room, Dash had been granted Danny's bed, and Danny and Tucker were relegated to the pullout couch in the living room. Tucker was currently flipping through channels with the television on mute while Danny spent a good portion of the night staring at the plain white truck across the street next to where his own car was parked with a hard look on his face.
"You didn't leave any ghost stuff in your car, did you?" Tucker asked. Danny shook his head but didn't tear his eyes away from the spot.
Tucker turned the television off, apparently having found nothing worth watching without sound, and pulled the covers up over his body. "You'd better come to bed," he advised. "There's nothing you can do about the Guys in White now."
"I'm not going to sleep while people spy on my family," Danny replied. Tucker didn't bother arguing and just turned on his side and drifted off.
Eventually Danny joined him, closing his eyes but not really allowing himself to fade into deep sleep as they all had to wake up in two hours to get ready for school. When the alarm rang, he was the first one up, nudging Tucker back into consciousness before going to take a shower. Tucker was still asleep when he stepped out, but Sam was already at the breakfast table, dressed but not looking very refreshed as she munched on an apple and glanced through the morning paper. She looked up as he stepped in to pour himself a glass of orange juice.
"So what are you going to do?" she asked in a low voice when he sat himself down.
"I don't know," he told her. "We have to get them out of here, but the second I turn into Danny Phantom, they're going to fire those missiles no questions asked."
They fell silent when Dash walked in, his hair slick and pushed back, smelling of Danny's cologne. He poured himself a cup of coffee which Danny's mom had set last night and joined them at the table. Tucker wandered in, yawning and stretching, blearily reaching into the fridge to pour himself a glass of milk.
"Aren't you going to shower?" Sam asked. She, notorious for her hatred of wearing the same clothes after bathing as it made her feel disgusting, had opted for one of Jazz's leftover, considerably brighter outfits.
"Nah," Tucker smacked his lips. "I'll just do it after gym." Sam wrinkled her nose.
Jack and Maddie walked in then, dressed in their typical jumpsuits and wearing tense looks on their faces. Except for Tucker, none of them looked like they had gotten an ounce of sleep last night.
"I want you all to be very careful," Maddie told the kids as she and her husband sat down in their usual seats. "I don't know if there are going to be anymore agents in school, but I don't want any of you to give them a reason to question you."
"We won't," Sam promised. Danny simply looked down at his orange juice.
"Maybe it would be best if you guys didn't come over for a bit," Jack advised, stealing a quick look at the sliver of daylight piercing through the curtain Danny had parted.
"We don't mind, Mister Fenton," Sam said again. "We wouldn't want you to go through this alone."
"No, my dad's right," Danny said, catching their gaze. "Don't come round here anymore. Not till it's safe."
Sam opened her mouth to argue, but closed it when Tucker shot her a warning look. Maddie pasted a tight smile on her face. "Well, we'd better be heading off. Kids, you should get to school too."
Jack grabbed a bagel and followed his wife out the door. Danny pushed his chair back and dumped the remaining contents of his drink into the sink, while Dash hastily gulped down the rest of his coffee and made to wash the mug. Sam was still glaring at him in her seat when he pulled out his car keys.
"Why would you say that?" she demanded as soon as they had all piled into Danny's car. Dash was sitting up front while Tucker and Sam had climbed into the back. Danny gave the white truck one last dirty look before peeling away.
"There's nothing you can do about it," he said shortly. "You might as well not put yourself in any danger. You need to worry there's no one watching your houses instead of trying to keep us company."
Sam sat back and grumbled under her breath, but Danny didn't care. It was for the best. This was a family affair, not one to concern his friends with.
It seemed word had already spread about the government's involvement with the case, and also of their presence around the Fenton. Most people, he found, avoided his gaze, and the few people he did talk to seemed eager to keep their conversations brief before rushing away in the opposite direction.
"They probably think you're bugged or something," Tucker said when Danny brought it up during lunch. Though they usually had a table to themselves, due to their status as losers, the immediate vicinity around them seemed emptier than usual.
"What are they so afraid of?" Danny stabbed at his meatloaf viciously. "It's not like any of them are involved with ghosts."
"People get afraid when they hear about government interference, no matter what they're investigating," Sam said. "Truthfully, Danny, you're going to need all the friends you can get right now."
"And that's why I shouldn't turn down your offer to keep me company at home, right?" Danny guessed. "Forget it."
At least one person didn't seem phased by the news. "Oh, it's so exciting!" Paulina gushed. "If they release tapes to some ghost-hunting program or whatever, it'd be like you had your own reality show!"
Paulina seemed to be alone in her eagerness. For once, the student body at Casper High was more than willing to ignore her lead, and kept away from Danny. "Bet she still wouldn't come within ten feet of you even if it is just to get on camera," Sam whispered after they'd left, much to Danny's annoyance.
Whether the school had been infiltrated or not, Danny didn't find out. If the Guys in White were there, they certainly took care to stay out of sight.
Such could not be said for the agents situated outside the Fenton residence. When Danny arrived home, the first thing he noticed was that the plain white truck had not moved an inch. Deciding not to park in his usual spot, he instead took the time to make a U-turn to park directly in front of his house, blocking the path leading to the door. He unlocked it and let himself inside, and tossed his bookbag on the couch before slumping down on it. He had to come up with a plan to get these guys off his back.
Approximately fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang. Danny got to his feet and cautiously approached it, unsure of who would be on the other side. Slowly he turned the knob and opened the door slightly enough to peer outside.
Dash was standing there with his hands on his hips.
Danny flung the door wide open. "Dash!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"You haven't forgotten that I'm still supposed to watch over you, have you?"
"It's not safe here."
Dash scoffed. "What, because of them?" he jerked a thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the white truck across the street. "Screw them. I've been assigned here."
Danny pulled him into the house, not wanting them to remain in sight much longer.
"Dash," he said slowly when he closed the door and locked it again, "my parents said for you not to come over until this whole thing has been resolved."
"I thought you guys were talking about your friends?" Dash quirked an eyebrow.
"You're not my friend?" Danny teased.
Dash took the bait, leaning in with a knowing smirk. "Oh, I think I can be something much better than a friend … Danny." He practically breathed the last word right into Danny's face before capturing his lips in a kiss.
Danny pulled away, feeling self-conscious though he knew there was no way for the agents inside the truck outside were able to see them. Still, there was no trusting anyone from the government. Dash seemed to understand Danny's hesitation, and pulled away. "We still need to talk."
Dash nodded silently. Danny began walking to the stairs. "Let's do it in my room."
The single window in Danny's room provided the perfect overhead view of the van parked across the street. Danny couldn't resist staring at it even though he knew Dash was waiting for him to begin. "Danny..."
"Yeah," he drew back reluctantly, not at all eager to have this conversation. "Yeah, I'm coming." He set his eyes on Dash's own, which seemed to him to be full of sincerity despite the coldness of their depths. There was a long moment wherein the two boys just stared at each other, hardly even noticing the silence. "Why did you ditch me?" Danny asked bluntly.
Dash's shoulders slumped. "I was hoping we wouldn't get straight to the point."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't know how to answer that," he replied, looking at the floor. Danny wrapped his arms around himself expecting the bigger boy to continue. "Look, Danny – this whole thing we're doing…"
"Do you want to stop?"
"No," Dash said immediately, looking back up at Danny again. "No; if I did, I wouldn't have come back."
"I don't understand what you want from me." Frustration began to claw at him. "Dash, you were the one who kissed me; you were the one who grabbed my hand and made me touch you; and then you disappeared without a single word, you avoid my calls, and now you're back. I just – I need you to explain." The grief Danny had experienced began to well up inside him. "Is this a game? Because I'm not that good at playing. I've never had anyone to show me how."
"It's not a game," Dash said quietly. Danny's hands, which had previously been tensing, flopped lamely to his sides.
"Danny," Dash began again heavily, but again fell silent. Danny wasn't looking at him anymore, but Dash still had his eyes trained on the brunette. "This was just supposed to be an experiment."
Danny turned to face him so fast he was surprised he didn't get whiplash. His eyes were wide and uncomprehending. "It was!"
"Yeah, that's what you said, but you didn't feel that, did you?"
If Danny was nonplussed before, he was downright lost now. "What are you talking about?"
"Every time you said to me, 'This is just an experiment, right?' – were you asking me … or were you asking yourself?"
"Of course I was asking you," Danny's brow furrowed. "Why would I voice a question out loud if I was asking myself?"
Dash clutched Danny's hand by the wrist. Not having expected the sudden contact, Danny flinched. "The way you touch me," Dash murmured in a low voice, "the way you lie on my body; the way you bring me to orgasm – can you tell me it was the same as the first time we touched?"
He pushed himself off the chair and brought himself closer to Danny, forcing the smaller boy backward until he was lying prone on the mattress. "When it was wild; when all we cared about was feeling good and nothing else. Is that what you felt every time after that?" He was on top of Danny now, covering his compact frame with his own bulkier one. "Because I could see it in your eyes every time you spoke to me – the uncertainty, the hope – you were just waiting for me to tell you no, that we have something more than what we said we did, weren't you?"
Danny couldn't speak, so he shook his head. No, he hadn't – he knew they'd simply been exploring their own carnal desires with each other; he knew they'd only turned to each other because they didn't have anyone else. He'd been alone for so long, and Dash was willing, he'd wanted it too. Granted, Danny had dedicated most of his time in the weeks after Paulina's party to this thing they had, but so what? Dash had been right there with him too. All those times he'd gone to the other boy to confirm that what they were doing was purely physical, it was just a need for him to reassure himself that he was still a man, still normal despite everything he was doing with another boy.
But he remembered the ache he had felt when Dash had walked out on him, the pain he had felt every day wondering if he'd ever come back, and the bitter resentment he'd held on to refusing to have anything to do with the other boy afterward. Had Dash been going through the same thing? It didn't sound like it. But why was he back then, if he felt so certain that Danny had wanted a deeper kind of relationship?
Dash was so close now, their noses mere inches from each other, so close that Danny had to cross his eyes to keep focus. He was holding both of Danny's hands now, trapping them between their bodies. "I knew it," the blonde boy said. "That day when I left, I did it because I saw it in your eyes more clearly than ever before. I could even feel it in your touch, way too gentle; and I knew you were reaching the point where it couldn't be just something physical to you anymore."
It was infuriating the way Dash seemed to be more articulate now than Danny could ever remember him being yet kept spouting words he couldn't make sense of. He felt Dash's sentiments carry him through the past days, revisiting every emotion he had been filled with when they were together, and when they were not. Danny had to concede in the end that there was a certain degree of tenderness that bolstered him after he and Dash had collided together that Saturday night.
Was it true? Had Danny fallen for him? In a way he had, it was clear to him now, but subtle enough that he hadn't even realized it. It was, it seemed to him as he went through images of Dash and himself in his mind, a kind of progress drifting away from apathy and physical need to something that was most definitely not love, for lack of better word, but still far too close than he thought he would ever feel for the jock. And now Dash was coming closer, Danny's eyes crossing until he could take no more and had to close them, and his lips were on his again.
Danny's hands broke free from Dash's grip, which had loosened sometime during this period of reflection, to come around Dash's back and wrap themselves around his frame. The kiss deepened, and Danny felt himself sink deeper into the bed.
Danny didn't know how long they ended up making out, but eventually his brain, which had apparently short-circuited some time during the session managed to pass a feeble thought that there was still much to talk about, and Danny managed to push Dash off him.
"I still don't understand," he said. "Okay, I get that you freaked, but why are you back now?" Given Dash's explanation and Danny's realization that he may have been right, he couldn't comprehend how the both of them had managed to find themselves in the same room together again, much less on his bed getting hot and heavy with each other.
Dash lay on his back, considering Danny with his eyes, while Danny pushed himself to a sitting position, leaning back on the mattress at an angle with his hands supporting him.
"I guess this whole thing with Kwan forced me to start thinking," Dash told him. "My best friend is the hospital and he might never wake up. It doesn't really have anything to do with anything, except that it made me see that keeping myself away from someone who might actually care is probably the stupidest thing I could do."
Danny's mind was racing. Dash propped himself up on an elbow facing Danny on his side. "I don't want to stop doing this. Not yet. In a few months we might be on separate ends of the country, I don't know. But we keep saying we started this whole thing to feel good – why stop it when it could just get better."
Danny's mind stopped racing. For a moment he had thought Dash was going to say something … well, more romantic. He wasn't sure if that was what he wanted to hear, but it certainly made his words more underwhelming.
Perhaps Dash could see it in his eyes, because he was quick to say, "I don't know if I love you. I don't think you love me yet, but—"
"We're getting there," Danny finished for him. Hadn't he just been thinking the same only a few minutes ago?
Dash nodded. "But I've realized it might not be the worst thing if it ends that way. And that's something, isn't it?"
Danny's head felt too heavy for him to nod, if that were possible, so his only answer was to lean down and meet the other boy for a kiss.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a flash of green and pulled away with a gasp. Dash looked momentarily confused, but his expression turned to one of surprise when Danny got up from the bed and stomped over to the window to pull the frame up and stick his head out. His face twisted in anger when he found Skulker on the roof of the building adjacent to them, which he had no doubt hurried to when he realized the half-ghost had seen him, holding a pair of binoculars in his hand. Danny's eyes swiveled to the familiar spot across the street where the white van was parked. There was no reaction from the agents hiding inside. Of course they had missed the one ghost floating in plain sight. Danny felt his anger boil. He was so sick of being spied on.
"Come on," he snarled, pulling Dash by the hand and forcefully dragging him along outside his room.
"Where are we going?" Dash cried, but Danny didn't reply. He was so angry he was practically seeing red, and the rage inside him made him feel reckless. Wildly, Dash swung side to side, still latched on to Danny who was trying to maneuver himself without knocking anything over. Dash was surprised he didn't rip the front door off its hinges. Danny stopped abruptly on the porch, slamming the door shut behind Dash with his other hand and turned to face him. Dash was too taken aback by the storminess of his eyes and the heaviness of his breathing to ask what they were doing out here.
Before he could open his mouth, Danny dropped to his knees.
Dash's eyes bulged.
"Danny, what are you—" his voice failed when Danny reached up to fondle the bulge visible in the front of his tight jeans. It gave a pleasurable twitch in response, and Danny's fingertips skirted to the zipper just a few inches to the left. "Danny…" Dash hissed both in warning and in pleasure.
Danny didn't avert his attention from his task. With a firm yank, he pulled the little golden tab down all the way and reached inside the newly-open path. He brushed against the cotton of Dash's boxers, red, he could see from the small bit of material poking out, and brushed his thumb against the prize, feeling a surge of satisfaction when it lengthened immediately.
Self-conscious though he might have felt, Dash could not deny his bodily reactions. By the time Danny pulled his cock out, it was almost entirely hard, and throbbing with more sensitivity than he could ever remember. His eyes fluttered almost all the way closed so that he could only see the boy below him through the fringes of his eyelashes. When he felt Danny's other hand against his thigh, gently steering him backwards, he practically melted against the door, his hands reaching out to grip the doorframe to steady himself. When Danny wrapped his fingers around him to give a few experimental tugs, and also to coax that final bit of pressure, Dash let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a groan.
Danny almost smirked at this, but still kept his face hidden from Dash's view. Leaning in, he paused to consider just how insane this was, but not for long since he could not afford to let his brain catch up long enough to talk him into going back inside. He didn't realize how close he was during these few moments, and it wasn't until the hot breath from his mouth caused Dash's penis to grow even harder in his hand that he was drawn back to reality.
At a final attempt to tease his prey, and perhaps to ease himself into the task he was about to perform, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the head. Then, with one final swallow to wash away the dryness in his throat, he parted his lips and extended his neck forward.
It was like sucking on a giant blood blister. Danny had so far only taken the head into his mouth and had frozen right there as though his being needed a moment to comprehend what was happening. When he finally felt as though he were in control again, his eyes crossed to bring into focus the object before him. Only the rigid shaft of Dash's penis could be seen as the tip was currently enveloped in his mouth which had gone dry again. He felt it poking against the inside of his cheek, causing an obscene bump on the side of his face. Tentatively he drew his tongue, which felt like sandpaper, up against it. Danny wasn't sure how good that would feel – he had always thought the best thing about blowjobs was the feeling of being encased in smooth moistness, the exact opposite of what his mouth felt like right now – but judging by the audible hitch in Dash's breath, he appreciated it just as much.
Slowly he drew his lips back halfway and, hearing a whine emit from Dash, edged forward again to encase the whole head. Danny drew a deep breath from his nose, not having realized until then that he'd been holding his breath, and then pushed forward slowly to take in the shaft inch by inch. He felt every bump of the veins coiled around the piece, and paused to roll his tongue once again around the amount he had taken in. Dash let out a growl. Danny still refused to look up.
It was surprising how much mental work was involved. Anyone who thought blowjobs were easy had clearly never done it before – or perhaps had done it too often. If he didn't focus every bit of concentration on his task, Danny felt it would be very easy to be overwhelmed
He was well aware that Skulker was on the next house over watching; that there was a van full of government agents who were probably staring in disbelief; he didn't even want to think about the neighbors who may have caught sight of this little show through their windows; all he cared about were the gasps and the moans Dash was desperately trying to squelch as Danny took him in deeper, deeper...
Oh – now he was looking up. Dash gave an involuntary shudder of pleasure when Danny's blue eyes rose to meet his as his cheeks hollowed. Gone was the storminess Dash had previously seen raging in them, but they were still dark, a different kind of darkness, brought on by lust.
Danny had taken it almost the whole way in. He paused frequently, struggling to control his gag reflex that was telling him to spit the whole thing out, another thing that required a massive amount of concentration and effort. Dash, lay his trembling hand on top of Danny's head, stroking through the soft black hair. "Take it," he half-whispered, half-muttered.
The voice sent a jolt straight through Danny's system, leading all the way down to his pants where there was an uncomfortable tent. As much as he wanted to, he did not dare whip out his own cock, though he knew that with his back facing the van, there was no way anyone would be able to see him. So he instead worked on complying with Dash's request and taking in the last couple of inches down his throat until his nose would touch Dash's crotch, which he kept trimmed, Danny was surprised to find. How very thoughtful.
When finally Danny had taken the whole eight inches, Dash tossed his back to bang it against the door letting a sigh, almost as if relieved, and his legs began to tremble. Danny's lips, though wider than the girth of Dash's prick, had automatically shifted so as to form a tight seal around it that he wasn't sure he could loosen even if he wanted. It was as if his lips were gripping onto the circumference of Dash's dick as though his life depended on it.
Danny paused a moment to revel in this accomplishment and to consider what to do now. He remembered the things he had read on the website before, and closing his eyes, proceeded to apply more pressure, emulating a vacuum. Dash let out a loud grunt of pleasure, and Danny could see his fingers grapple with the doorframe even more forcefully.
Darting his tongue about, he dragged it along the underside of the cock, then tickled the base of it with its tip before twisting it so that it lifted to the side and brought it backwards. He wanted to be able to do more, but he was trying to keep afloat with all that was happening now as it was. For a first timer, he thought he was doing a good enough job.
Inspiration struck. He willed his lips to thin, folding in on themselves so that the dry tissue rubbed against Dash's cock on top and at the bottom, and then slowly dragged himself backwards, maintaining the same amount of pressure that he had been applying to suck him in.
Dash's breath was coming in short bursts now. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold off with this kind of treatment. He felt as though Danny was trying to pull his dick out with the amount of force he was presenting. Just as he thought it couldn't get any better – how did the smaller boy get the idea that the feel of his dry, cracking lips could be used to add to the pleasure of the experience? – he felt slender fingers graze against his balls, which had been taken out sometime during the blowjob he was so currently lost in. Dash's mouth twisted in pleasure. Danny's fingers seemed unsure, almost afraid, but it only served to make it all the better for him. Truly there was something to be said about the lightest touch.
He didn't dare open his eyes and take in Danny's face again for fear of coming too soon, but when he felt that lone finger scratching upwards, burying itself inside his underwear to reach that spot just behind his balls, he knew it was a lost cause. His eyes snapped open for one second and he breathed as though it were his first time, then they snapped shut and there was only darkness again, and he was sighing, "Danny, Danny, Danny…"
Danny heard and felt the warning signs. The pulsating cock trapped deep down his throat seemed to engorge even more, the drops of pre-cum that fell upon his tongue now leaked like a river down his gullet, the wordless indecipherable grunts grew into a mess of chants, and the hand that had been running through his hair now gripped locks of it, nails scraping against his scalp in desperation. His cheeks hollowed, the smooth lining of the inside caving in around the object that was being lavished upon by his tongue. Just a few more strokes up and down and it was over—
A grunt, a moan, and suddenly Dash was letting out a roar that sounded painful only in the fact that he was obviously trying to keep it in, and the constant stream of salty liquid that had been running through Danny's mouth turned into a gushing, bursting dam as Dash let loose. Danny's eyes widened for a moment. For all his work, this wasn't something he had really counted on. He considered holding it in and spitting, but his mouth was rapidly filling up as jet after jet of hot white liquid spurted from the head of Dash's cock and into him, and really, having to bear it in his mouth was just as disgusting as swallowing. He didn't seem to have much of a choice either as it seemed that Dash was unloading more into him than he could handle in one sitting.
Hastily he swallowed, keeping his eyes open as though it would help him. Who knew a simple act of swallowing would require focus as well? He had to work his jaw muscles to constantly fit into shape the cum that he was being fed so that none of it leaked out, had to keep taking it down so that there would be enough space that none overflowed.
Both of Dash's hands had moved to Danny's head now, holding it in position against his groin, grimacing in pleasure as he thrust deeper and deeper down the boy's throat in effort to spread the warmth he offered around every spare inch of him. Danny had gone still except that Dash could feel the muscles in his throat working as quickly as they could to take him in and keep him down, and God, that was so hot.
The blackness that filled him turned into blasts of white as the final moments of Dash's orgasm drew to a close. His muscles, so tense and tight just a second ago, immediately released, and his knees almost buckled, and he would have slumped to the floor if not for the door which he was slouched against. The hands which had been holding Danny so close before loosened their grip and turned into gentle caresses against his soft skin, his thumbs tracing over Danny's cheekbones in some show of affection. Danny seemed rather dazed himself, allowing Dash to do whatever he pleased while he took a moment to collect himself, then finally drew back on his knees and pressed his hands against his own thighs before getting to his feet.
There were no words, only gestures. With his eyes Dash tried to express his thanks and question the motive behind the encounter, but Danny simply smiled, took his hand in one of his own, and with the other turned the doorknob and led him back into the house. Dash didn't miss the backward glance he gave to the lone white van.
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Author's Note: A little short, perhaps. I would have liked the sex scene to have been longer and way more graphic and dirtier, but this is what I came out with in the end. I hope you guys liked it. Points to me for finding a way to use the word 'squelch'. :D Thanks for all your reviews in the last chapter, I hope to hear from as many of you as possible. Please tell me what you thought.