"I am the Box Ghost!"

"Shut up, shut up, shut UP!" Danny roared, covering his ears and slamming his forehead into The Grapes of Wrath. Why won't the stupid ghost just go away?

"I control all box-shaped objects! I bend their six sides, twelve edges, and eight vertices to my will!" The Box Ghost peered out from the cardboard box currently holding all the clothes he was giving away to the Salvation Army in the corner of his room.

"Please go away!" Danny begged.

"Fear me!"

The doorbell rang and Danny leapt up from his chair, thankful for any excuse to get away from Box Ghost. Peeking out the window first, the halfa sighed and sullenly opened the door.

"Hi, Vlad."

"Hello, my… Daniel, what are you wearing?"

Danny dropped his eyes to the green and chrome belt wrapped around his waist. "Just come in." He groused.

Danny abandoned the man in the entry to flop face-down on the couch while Vlad looked around. "And where are your parents this evening?"

"Out fighting ghosts." Instead of me was left unsaid.

The older man sat regally on the Fenton's thoroughly middle-class couch. "So they put the Fenton Belt on you to keep you from getting distracted. Not quite the end of the world, is it?"

"It's not exactly a great feeling when your parents put a glorified leash on you, Vlad." Danny's voice was muffled into the cushions.

"All the same, I'm sure that having one night off, even one imposed by Maddie and Jack, isn't all bad."

"No," said Danny before he flipped onto his back, propping his socked feet in Vlad's lap. "but this fucking belt is keeping me from kicking the Box Ghost's ass up in my room, and he's seriously annoying me."

Vlad's hand encircled one of Danny's ankles, the other hand rubbing his calf soothingly. "Your parents need to work on their Fenton Shield." He muttered disapprovingly. "Would you like me to go take care of him for you?"

"Not right now," Danny yawned. "I just finished my homework for once, and that feels really good."

Vlad laughed, gently kneading into the muscle. Danny practically purred as a smile rose on his face and his eyes slid shut.

"Falling asleep on me, little badger?" Vlad teasingly asked.

"Mmm. I'll make it up to you sometime." The teen said lazily.

The grey-haired man let go of the leg to grasp Danny's hand, pulling him into a sitting position. "Come. You'll be more comfortable on your bed."

"Nng," Danny protested, "'s comfortable here. Besides, you're just trying to get into my bed…"

"Don't make me carry you."

Danny snorted. "I'd like to see you try – I'm heavier than I look."

Vlad glared at the implied jab at his strength. "Fine. I'll just have to find another way to get you up." And with that, he started pinching the teen's vulnerable flesh.

"Hey- ow! Stop that! Ow! Cut it out! Vlad! Ah, quit it!" In an unconscious defense against the sudden physical attack, Danny's ghost powers flared. "AH!" He yelped as a painful electric surge ran up his body.

Just like that, Vlad's hands stopped pinching and smoothed over Danny's skin, trying to sooth the jolt of pain and hissing in sympathy. "Daniel dear, I'm so sorry."

Daniel just glared balefully.

With a sigh, Vlad stood and retook Danny's hand. Before the brunet knew what was happening, he was slung over Vlad's shoulder. "H-hey!"

"Goodness, you are heavy." Vlad somewhat grunted. "I'm surprised I didn't really notice before. Now don't wriggle about, or I'll drop you on your head."

"Oh fuck you." Danny said to Vlad's lower back. All the same, he didn't struggle; it wouldn't do to break the old frootloop's back, after all. Danny was dumped onto his bed, sighing blissfully as he nestled into his pillow, but it didn't last long as a box was thrown at his head, covering him in old clothes.

"I am the Box Ghost! Fear me!" Thankfully, a few shots of ectoplasm from Plasmius had him running scared. Danny shook and kicked his bed free of excess clothing, and the bed dipped as Vlad took a seat. Humming contentedly, Danny waited until Vlad settled in before strewing an arm and leg across the older halfa like an octopus.

"Daniel, your chin is digging into my shoulder." Danny sighed and re-adjusted until they both were comfortable. "So your plan is to keep me captive here while you sleep?"

"Hmm. You could always take that time to defile my innocent, waiting body."

There was a long pause.

"I was kidding, Vlad."

"Right, of course."

Danny huffed against Vlad's shirt. "You're such a pervy frootloop, you know that?"

"Not at all, Daniel. Just a man with diverse interests."

"How on earth are your interests 'diverse'? They all center around sex!"

"But my dreams of seeing you in a maid's outfit and wanting to make love to you in a public environment are two very different things!" Vlad said innocently.

"Well shut up, I don't even care right now. This is my first night to sleep in ages, and I'm exhausted."

Vlad rubbed the back of Danny's neck soothingly. "Yes, of course. Go to sleep, I'll be here."

…

Danny leveled into awareness, feeling as though he had been asleep for a very long time. He curled and uncurled his fist into… some fabric. Soft fabric, much nicer than anything he owned.

Vlad. Vlad was here, it was his shirt. Danny peeked open his eyes and saw nothing but buttons and burgundy silk. Somehow, he found the motivation to look up, greeted by a wry smile and blue eyes. "Have a nice rest, Daniel?"

"How long was I out?" His voice was hoarse and mouth felt cottony, probably from sleeping with his mouth open.

"Just over fourteen hours. I hope you don't mind, but I left to change my clothes and walk around when your parents came in. They took off the Fenton Belt, by the way."

Danny stretched and groaned, feeling a few vertebra pop. Smiling contentedly, he maneuvered himself onto Vlad, propping his chin on the man's collarbone. "So tell me, how bad does my breath smell?" He puffed a bit of air into Vlad's face.

The older man wrinkled his nose, but didn't dump the boy off in disgust. "Less than fresh."

Danny laughed and leaned in for a short kiss anyway. "Did I drool on you?"

"Yes," Vlad played with a piece of Danny's thick mop of hair. "On my new shirt, too."

"Sorry." Danny quickly nuzzled his head under Vlad's goatee for forgiveness, smile pressing into the man's shirt.

"You are in an astonishingly good mood, Daniel. Normally you're so grumpy when you wake up."

"I'm waking up after a full night's sleep without my ass aching. Why wouldn't I be in a good mood?" He sat back so he was straddling Vlad's thighs, yawning happily. "I need to shave," he commented, rubbing the stubble on his jaw. "And brush my teeth. Shower. All those things that keep me semi-attractive."

"Very attractive," Vlad corrected, grasping the backs of Danny's thighs as he leaned up and deeply kissed the young man in his lap. "And you certainly aren't unattractive even like this."

Danny groaned and pulled away. "As much as I'd love to stay and let you-" he let out a slight whimper as Vlad squeezed his ass, "fuck me into the mattress, my parents will check on me if I don't show my face soon."

Vlad actually growled. "Daniel, I cannot tell you exactly how much I don't care."

Danny pushed him away. "No, really. My parents are barely, barely accepting this relationship as it is. Do you really want to break that by shoving it in their faces?" Vlad made a face, and Danny sensed victory. "They're your friends, Vlad. They're kind of pissed at you now, yeah, but they'll get over that. Give them some time to recover before they see us making out."

Vlad was silent for a long moment, and then Danny was being shoved off the bed. "What?" He asked, confused and slightly angry that Vlad was acting like this. "What did I do?"

The older man pushed himself back until he was leaning against the bed frame. "It's incredibly frustrating." He said, rubbing his temple.

Danny rubbed his arm anxiously. "What is?"

"Trying to pick between ravishing your body and my friendship with your parents."

Danny visibly relaxed. "Shit, don't scare me like that! I thought-"

"Yes, things tend to go wrong when you do that, little badger."

Danny smiled. "Shut up, frootloop." He pressed a kiss to the side of the man's head. "Why don't you phase on outside and have my parents invite you in?" Vlad looked a little uncertain – a look that Danny simultaneously adored and wanted to kiss and never wanted to see again – so he added, "I could always walk down the stairs with just my towel before I 'realize' you're there."

Vlad smirked, confidence back. "That could certainly be arranged."

I figured that maybe I'd draw Danny a little calmer than the emotional wreck he was last chapter. I do so love this pairing when they're all domestic-like.

AND: This chapter is in honor of sarahxoxoly, who sends me reviews and messages saying that being gay is wrong, and my stories are giving her and her friends the creeps. Feel free to send her lots of love.

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