I hit a road block for a while. Not surprising, actually. But I've kind of returned. -cringes- And yes, you read the summary correctly. It did say SLASH. SLASH. As in… DannyVlad SLASH. That's no typo. If slash isn't something you enjoy, get out of here now.

I'm trying this pairing. DannyPlasmius- or DannyDark!Vlad.

Eh, spoilers for Torrent of Terror.

-headdesk- Must we go through a disclaimer? I think it's clear I don't own Danny Phantom.

Humiliatingly Desperate Measures

Danny landed on the floor with a groan, turning over slightly and glaring at the unwelcome visitor who floated before him. "Plasmius," he growled, clenching his fists. "Nice weather we're having!"

It was no surprise that Vlad Plasmius and Danny Fenton hated one another. And if you replaced Fenton with Phantom, then… well, they were enemies, to say the least. And it was clear to everyone that both Masters and Plasmius hated Danny. The black haired, cape-clad ghost merely floated there, staring down at Danny with blood red eyes. "Ah, yes, the obligatory 'weather' pun." He snorted slightly. "How original."

The defiance in those eyes. He couldn't help but internally smile as he gave his teenaged foe a stern glare. "But I have no time to take exception; I must resort to humiliatingly desperate measures."

Oh, this was going to be humiliating, all right. For Daniel, in a sense. Those eyes… Plasmius could feel a shiver run down his spine as he landed on the floor of the lab and strode over to his foe. This was despicable. This was wrong, disgusting, horrifying. How the hell was he falling in love with his mortal archenemy- a fifteen year old, at that? His gaze bore into the teen's blue eyes. "Daniel…"

Danny blinked. He didn't sound threatening. On the contrary- he sounded almost lost. Pleading. This was totally unlike Plasmius to sound so… helpless. He swallowed. "Um… what's wrong? Don't tell me you're asking for my help against that weather ghost?"

Plasmius narrowed his eyes. How typical. The little badger mouthing off at him. Well, he'd have no more of this. He'd want no more of this stupid little game of cat and mouse, "father and son." Never again would he have to put up with those "scary eyes" of his.

It was now or never.

He leaned over suddenly and crashed into Danny's lips, closing his eyes.

Danny's own eyes widened with surprise and disgust. What the… Oh, my god. This was beyond disgusting. This was just plain wrong. On so many levels. He hadn't been prepared. He had seen nothing in relation to Vlad Plasmius leaning over to him and giving him a kiss on the lips. He felt his mouth forced open, Plasmius' tongue slipping in ever so slightly. He tried to scream, but the noise caught in his throat.

Plasmius smiled slowly as he dove deeper into the kiss. He did need his help. He needed his help to satisfy his desire for love.

True love… not lust.

He finally stopped after many minutes and leaned back, watching Danny's face turn from one of anger to confusement. "Vlad…? What the hell was that?

"Daniel…" he repeated the name, eyes gleaming.

The boy blinked.

"I need your help."

Danny backed away. "Oh, no. No way, you sick and twisted fruit loop! NO WAY IN HELL I am going to help you after that…" He spat on the ground, his eyes fixated on the bachelor in front of him. "…that disgusting kiss. You're sickening. You're evil. And if you're trying to…"

Plasmius took a step towards him. "Are you going to listen to what I have to say, or am I going to have to use force again, Daniel?"

"Get the hell away from me," Danny hissed. Despite being in his human form, he lashed out as best as he could, throwing a fist in his direction.

The forty-year-old grabbed his hand and floated upwards, staring into Danny's eyes. "Listen to me, Daniel. You make a move to me like that ever again, and I swear… I will have to hurt you. And not in a pleasant manner." He flew over to the ghost portal and landed next to it, his hand slamming the metal wall, cornering Danny. His eyes bore into the teen's own, which were fearful and angry. "Defiance gets you nowhere, my boy."

Danny growled lowly, his eyes flashing emerald green. "Get your hand off of me, you fruit loop."

Plasmius looked down at his interlocked fingers with Danny's own bare hand. He looked back up and smiled, his fangs gleaming. "Oh, I don't think so."

What?

"Ready for another round now, little badger?"

WHAT?

The lips were pressed against Danny's again. He closed his eyes, his tongue sliding in ever so slightly. Danny's eyes widened, tears threatening to overcome him. He was defenseless. He had underestimated Vlad. This entire thing was his entire fault.

His fault.

The whole thing had now lasted for thirty seconds. And Vlad looked to be in hybrid heaven.

Danny shivered. Oh, this was… this was absolutely terrifying.

And yet… adrenaline began to pump through his system. Oh, man. Euphoria rush. His foe was into this. And he sure as hell wasn't. He tried to shake himself out of it, but nothing happened. Plasmius hummed softly and opened his eyes. Danny couldn't help but nearly scream as best as he could with a pair of lips on his own.

They showed… no way.

What the hell?

Love? And compassion?

Plasmius finally let go off Danny's lips and smiled. "How was that?"

Danny couldn't answer.

This was way too much to take in at once.

"Was it fun, Daniel…?"

Now Danny knew what he meant by humiliatingly desperate measures.

So I'm now probably one of the strangest people in this fandom. Whatever. I'm not going to do another one for a while. Too much to finish. But my secret has been exposed: I support DannyVlad slash.

I blame WTFWonder for this fic. I've read "The Prize" waaay too many times.

Review? Fine. Flame? Um… no.

Now leave me and my stories in peace.