AN: Quick note everyone! This all takes place two years after the events of dear Urchin of the Riding Star's "Stalkers and Scones". During one of sullarco's streams, we figured that, until Danny turned eighteen, he and Vlad kept the kisses all very chaste and legal: forehead, cheeks, back of the hand, all that good stuff.

But when Danny's 18th birthday rolls around? Well, all bets are off.~

I don't own Danny Phantom or Stalkers and Scones!

"Well, this is new," he quipped bemusedly, keys jangling as he lifted them out of his pocket. "It's not often I have an entourage waiting for me in the morning."

The silver-haired man leaning against the door smirked, pushing himself away as Danny approached. "Dear boy, does the word 'entourage' not bring to mind a group of squealing fanatics? Although, I'll take it as a compliment that you deem me so appealing." Rolling his eyes at Vlad's ego, Danny heard the lock click open and let the door swing in, shedding the light jacket he'd brought with him and hanging it on a hook by the entrance. Vlad followed him in, slipping up behind him and deftly tying the strings to his apron with practiced fingers. Danny moved behind the counter, fighting down a blush at the way Vlad's gaze stayed on him, and began setting out napkins and filling the utensil dispenser.

"Daniel, dear," Vlad drawled, making Danny look up from his work. "I was thinking, perhaps after your shift ends, we could have lunch at the bistro across town. I know you've been wanting to eat there, and since it is a special occasion..." And now they were at the heart of the matter. How could Vlad think he'd forget, especially after the way he'd acted last night before going home. Danny flushed at the memory of Vlad's lips brushing against his hands, his cheeks...his forehead...

"...niel? Daniel?"

Forget flushed, Danny's face was flaming red as he jerked his attention away from the thought of soft skin resting on his temple. "Sorry, uh, what was the question?" Ugh, really impressive, Fenton. Would it kill him to sound semi-intelligent around Vlad at least some of the time?

Vlad chuckled, lacing his elegant fingers around Danny's and rubbing his thumb on the back of his hand. "So flustered, and I haven't even given you your gift yet." Danny pouted, tugging his hand away a bit. "You know you don't have to get me anything," he said, letting Vlad slide his hand back towards him, curling his fingers around the businessman's affectionately. "In fact, I'd rather you didn't. It makes getting you a suitable gift that much more difficult." A futile effort; they'd been having this conversation for two years, and it never seemed to sink into Vlad's head. In fact, it tended to make him go to even more extravagant means.

For some reason, that put a devious smirk on the man's face, his eyes sparkling with a private joke. "I swear to you, dearest, I didn't pay a cent for it." What in the world...?

Vlad's hand released Danny's, trailing up his arm and leaving goosebumps in its wake, coming to rest on his cheek. Leaning into the contact, Danny's eyes slid closed and he gave a contented sigh, his own hand covering Vlad's. He didn't see Vlad's lids slide half-closed, didn't see him lean forwards over the counter. He only felt the soft, timid brush of lips against his before they sealed his mouth closed. Danny gasped lightly in surprise, Vlad taking the chance to slip his tongue into the younger man's mouth and languidly stroke the other it found.

They lingered for a single, perfect moment; a moment Danny wished he could capture and just keep forever. And then it was over, and Vlad let his forehead rest against Danny's, both of them panting lightly and feeling punch-drunk from the overwhelming wave of pure emotion running wild through them. Danny broke the silence with a low chuckle, running a finger over his lips. "Wow... you never fail to deliver, do you, Vlad." Less a question, more a compliment.

Vlad grinned smugly, trailing a finger down Danny's jaw and coming to rest lightly on his bottom lip. "When it comes to you, little badger, anything less than perfection is out of the question." He pulled a five-dollar bill out of his wallet and handed it to a still-dazed Danny. "Just a cappuccino today, love. I'd rather save my appetite for later." Throwing Danny a wink, Vlad proceeded to take his usual place near the counter, watching Danny bustle about.

To his credit, Danny managed to hide the grin until his back was turned, heating up the milk for Vlad's drink. Vlad really should have gotten something to eat, because after two years of playing it safe, Danny didn't intend for either of them to see the inside of that bistro today.

And then they proceeded to make out like teenagers in the back of Vlad's limo. Hope you enjoyed!~