Author's note: This was written for Invader Johnny's birthday! :D Enjoy!

Guestopher: Valerie is not someone I could see Danny having a healthy relationship with either. In fact, there are only three girls I could see Danny having a healthy relationship with (Paulina, Kitty, or Dora). But I do think Valerie and Danny would be happy at times and would almost certainly do better than Sam and Danny.

Undressed

The Dragon Undressed Again

Eerie descants and gloomy resonance rocked the tiny room, shaking the table and couch with gothic vibration. Danny watched his friends scream out the lyrics to a song only Sam could possibly ever like, facing a TV screen blaring images of wayward tortured youths dressed in black and metal, slamming and jamming to the beat. Well, at least Sam and Tucker were. Danny didn't particularly like this hot new Korean karaoke spot, aptly named Heart and Seoul, but at least it offered private rooms so he could sing without being embarrassed.

He shuddered. Was this depressing music penetrating his whole being now?

No. His breath was visible. A ghost.

He sat up and glanced around. There was no sign of a ghost in this room. Somewhere else in the building?

A ghost attracted to the music here. Could it be…?

No, he didn't want to get his hopes up.

Hopes? What? He was definitely not hoping to see her. Yeah, right.

"You're up, Danny." Sam turned and held a microphone to him. "This next song is one you picked, right?"

Danny looked at the screen. "Uh, yeah, but...I need to use the bathroom real quick." He stood and started heading for the door. "I'll be back."

"Dude, we have a bathroom right in here, remember?" Tucker gestured to the facility connected to their room.

Oh, right. Okay, he could still make this work. "All right, well…I, uh, might be a while, so…just sing another song, okay?"

Sam and Tucker held up their palms in understanding and indication to say no more, please.

Danny phased himself through the closed bathroom door, locked it after switching on the light. Another goth rock piece started playing in the room, a song choice Tucker loudly protested. Danny phased again through the wall out into the hallway of the karaoke building. All around him, muffled music filtered through a column of closed doors.

His ghost sense alarmed him again, pulled him down the hall. He walked steadily, purposefully, listened intently as he passed each door. Hip hop, hard rock, country bop, and—

Remember, remember, yes, he definitely remembered this sugary pop tune. Even with this door blocking out most of its strums, the melody was undeniable.

And the singer? There was no mistaking that hypnotic voice. It was already seeping into his human ear canals, sirening his will away.

He transformed before the music could further latch onto his sensibilities. His head cleared immediately.

He just really hoped he looked okay.

He threw the door open with a bang. Ember immediately stopped her singing and stared at him.

"Dipstick?" Her surprise morphed into that familiar sneer. "Here for a private show? Not something I usually do, but I think I could make an exception for you."

A private show? What kind of private show?

No, wait, he needed to stay focused.

"What are you up to, Ember?" asked Danny, crossing his arms and staring her down.

"Just doing a quick soundcheck before I set out to blow some minds." Ember drew her lips together in a playful pout as she fingered the frets of her guitar. "Want me to blow yours first, Phantom?"

He could maintain his composure but couldn't stop the glow breaching his face. "Sorry, but your number's not part of the setlist here tonight."

Ember snorted, flaming bits of her hair flickering around the room. "Cute attempt at musical banter, man pop."

More ectoplasm colored his expression. "I'm sending you back to the Ghost Zone, Ember. So how 'bout you make it easy for me?"

Ember set her guitar aside with a smirk. "You want me to be easy for you, huh?"

She slipped a finger in the strap of her top. Danny's large eyes followed her every movement.

"Or rather, I'm gonna make this easy for me." Ember phased her whole top off with a laugh, leaving only a tight leather bra behind that so delightfully squeezed her together. "A surefire way to get your guard down."

Danny swayed at the sight and hitched his breath. Ember laughed even harder.

"Oh, yeah? Well, two can play at that game." Danny grabbed the zipper near his neck and started lowering it. "Don't think I've forgotten how you reacted to seeing me when you burned my suit off."

He watched her face flare green as he lowered his zipper below his navel.

"That's—that's really not impressive at all," she insisted.

"Fine. Then I guess I can just do this." Danny phased his arms out of his sleeves, the upper half of his suit falling and exposing his bare torso.

Ember pressed her lips. "Yeah, you know what, you can, candy strand, and I can just do this."

Her thumbs fit into the waistband of her pants. Danny's now ungloved hands went to the lower part of his suit. Unthinking, only staring, daring her to move, mirroring any and all of her actions.

Phased out and away. She stood across from him slightly panting, dressed in nothing but her leather lingerie and sleek silver boots. His own suit was in a crumpled heap beside him.

Well, at least he was wearing more attractive underwear this time.

They stared at each other for some time, the silence between them heating up with sparking absurdity.

Well, with their clothes off, it seemed there was nothing left to do but—

Ember grabbed the neck of her guitar and lunged at him with a swinging wield. Danny held out his palms and summoned an ectoplasmic shield, deflected her back with a crash. She strummed a chord that broke up his shield and upset his balance, knocked him to the floor. She once again threw herself at him. Danny kicked his legs up and slammed his heels into her middle, flipping her over with a somersault and thrusting her into the hallway behind him.

Danny jumped back up to his feet and sprinted out into the hall just in time to see Ember picking herself up and running at him, holding her guitar like an axe. She dodged an ice ray from his hand and collided into him, knocking him around, into a wall, to the floor.

Around and throughout they slid and tumbled and thrashed, hands and nails grabbing and clawing, bare legs kicking and twisting, energy blasts streaming past their ears and guitar riffs vibrating in their nerves. They tore across the walkways and various rooms, physically broke through walls, intangibly barreled through others. Karaoke singers and loungers screamed during their brief intrusions, cell phone cameras clicked and flashed and recorded as their vicious fight raged on and on, traveling door to door and floor to floor.

The two ghosts dove into an unoccupied room, crashing right through a television screen, shards of broken glass falling around them as they collided with a table and split it in half. Stopped on the floor, they heaved and wheezed as they stared at each other, Ember's body on top of Danny's, her breasts dangling close to his chest.

Entranced by her form, by that cleavage, sensuous skin almost touching him, supple pearlescence he could just fondle right now if she would let him.

Her lips smashed into his. His eyes widened and then closed as her hands held his shoulders, nails dug into his scapulae. His own hands moved to the small of her back, traced along her jutting spine that coiled and braided as she pumped her body against his.

Their boundaries blurred, their passions blazed. What little remained of their clothes flung among the glass and splintered wood.

Fevers rising and then chilling. Ember's hair brightly lapped at the ceiling and then died down close to the floor with a darkened droop. She lay beside Danny with her leg flopped across his body, her fingers caressing his neck and collarbone.

"I told you we'd make a killer duet," she purred with a nibble at his ear.

"We certainly topped the charts with that one," Danny murmured in response, his lower body rolling with the gentle pulse of his pleasure's aftermath.

Ember's tongue and teeth continued teasing his ear. "You know, I could always use another roadie. If you're interested."

"Yeah, right, and actually help you enslave people during your concerts?"

"Phantom, you're the only one I'd actually care to enslave." She sucked at his neck, broke vessel after vessel. "Every. Single. Night."

Danny winced as she tagged and marked him. "How about you just join my crew?"

"You want me fighting against my own kind, dipstick? Really?"

"You know, if humans were invading your world and trying to destroy or control all of you, I'd be fighting them off, too."

Ember smirked and licked the side of his face. "You know, as annoying as you are, I've always thought your noble hero act is really cute."

Danny held her leg, slid his hand along the underside of her thigh. "And I have to admit I've always thought your body is just rocking hot."

"Mmm, is that supposed to be a witty pun?"

"Only if you don't think it's completely lame."

"You are completely lame, Phantom." Ember chewed on his bottom lip. "But charmingly so."

He smiled against her mouth, her lips in perfect suction with his.

"How's about we just stay enemies with benefits, then?" Ember tapped his nose with a finger.

Danny gazed at her listlessly. "Sure I can't bring you over to my side?"

Ember laughed and stood, searching the floor for her scattered underwear. "No way. All you meatsacks are gonna be under my control one of these days." She bent over at the hips to pick up her pants, wiggling her butt at him. "And you'll be getting special VIP treatment, my very important prisoner. You'll get backstage passes to all my shows."

Danny propped himself up on his elbows. "Will I be getting another pass any time soon?"

Ember smirked and picked up her guitar. "We'll see, sugar tit."

She puckered her lips at him, a farewell kiss, and flew straight up through the ceiling. Now alone, Danny stared up for some time.

He grabbed his boxers and then walked toward the door, his clothes reappearing as his ghost form fizzled away. He looked up and down the hall, at all of the damage he and Ember had caused during their wild ride through the building. Why had he been here in the first place? Oh, right. He had come here with—

"Danny!"

Sam and Tucker ran up to him. Danny tried to look as nonchalant as possible.

"Dude, what happened?" asked Tucker.

"Sorry. I just had to take care of a ghost. I didn't want to ruin your fun, so I didn't tell you guys."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Yeah, we know about Ember. Everyone knows about Ember. And you."

Danny paled. "You do?"

Sam held her phone up and played various videos for him, short recordings of him hanging onto Ember as they crashed through various karaoke rooms.

"They're all over Instagram and Facebook." Sam crossly narrowed her eyes. "You wanna tell us why you're both almost naked?"

"Yeah. We really wanna know," said Tucker with a grin.

Danny shrugged, his pallor replacing quickly with blood. "We just—you know. Her fire—my ectoplasmic blasts—it just happened."

"Did anything else 'just happen'?" asked Tucker eagerly.

Sam lightly punched his shoulder. "Danny knows better than to do that."

"Hey, Ember's hot as hell. A guy's got needs, you know?"

"Danny's not a horndog like you, Tucker."

The two continued bickering. Danny took Sam's phone and continued thumbing through the recently uploaded videos.

He and Ember sure looked good tangled up with each other.