A/N: SLASH. That means boys and boys kiss. If you don't like it, LEAVE.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom

Can't Deny that Love's Like Suicide

Danny winces as he's shoved roughly up against the lockers. "Dash…" His voice is quavering. He's in pain, obviously and he's afraid. It occurs to him how easily he can escape this situation by transforming into Danny Phantom, but he doesn't. There's an unspoken rule that says he can't.

Dash snarls. "What are you doing here, Fenton?"

Danny says nothing. He's afraid. He doesn't want to get hurt, and he doesn't want to hurt.

Dash pushes him harder against the lockers and lifts him up by the collar of his shirt. Danny feels locks digging into his back, and he knows there will be bruises there tomorrow. "Well?"

Danny still says nothing. He makes an attempt, but all that comes out is a sort of whimper. He hangs from Dash's strong grip like a disgusting, pathetic slave. He is glad that there is nobody in the hallways to see his embarrassment. He looks Dash in the eye for a second then, ashamed and frightened, he quickly lowers his eyes to the ground.

Dash is close now, uncomfortably close. Danny doesn't squirm, though. He knows it'll be useless. The only way he could get out of this would be by phasing through Dash's hand. Unfortunately, that breaks the Rule.

"Answer me!" Dash shakes Danny, and Danny is banged against the lockers. He's dizzy for a moment and unable to see straight from the hit to the back of his head. But he's okay, like he always is. He ignores the intense pain from his backside.

"N-nothing." He's stuttering. He curses himself for stuttering.

Danny feels the impact of a very large hand against his face and his head whips to the side. Dash never punched him in the face. Perhaps it was because of the fact that Dash was afraid to kill him, or perhaps it was because being punched in the face left more of a mark than being slapped. Danny hopes for the former, but he knows it is most likely the latter.

Danny slowly lets his head face forward again, though his head is tilted town and his eyes are on Dash's nice shoes. Dash says nothing for a moment, and Danny hands uncomfortably for a few seconds of silence.

Then, Dash laughs. This, for some odd reason, is the most embarrassing thing of all. Dash roughly pushes back Danny's head until it's straight, and kisses him roughly. It hurts, but Danny doesn't bother to fight. Fighting would lead to a punch in the stomach. Instead, he just takes it, whimpering.

Dash releases Danny after some time, after some fondling and kissing. Danny is so embarrassed, so afraid, so hurt. But Dash just laughs, and walks away.

Danny stands on shaky legs for a moment, then collapses. He starts crying, but makes no noise. He hates this. He hates how Dash can do this to him, and he hates how he lets Dash do it. He hates the pain and he hates the callous indifference with which Dash treats him. He wants out of this twisted relationship, he wants freedom.

But Dash is something akin to a disease. That virus of a man somehow managed to infiltrate Danny's system and break down his barriers. It clung to him and he would never get fully over it. Because, despite the bruises and the pain and the fear, Danny still loves Dash.

In the end, he had to admit that love was a lot like suicide.