So I've been revisiting an old OTP of mine. Dash/Danny alright. Doing some Google searches of the sort and like I ended up stumbling upon some of my old fanart i did XD... Let me tell you. It was some naughty stuff... I went threw several pc so don't have them save but damn, I totally forgot i drew those XD...
Danny was walking through the park, a warm summer breeze blowing through the trees. It was a nice day out and there had been a, quite frankly, suspicious lack of ghostly activity. It was relaxing and allowed Danny to get some sleep.
Suddenly, he heard some swishing in the foliage around him. Taking a fighting stance, he glanced around. He couldn't see anything, but his ghost sense hadn't gone off yet either.
After a few more moments of waiting, Danny shrugged it off and continued walking down the path. Was probably just some kid passing through.
The pebbles in the path crunched under his feet, and he looked at the ground as he stepped on the crunchy leaves that had gotten blown off the trees. As he was looking at his feet, he slammed into something and lost his balance, nearly falling to the ground.
He tilted his head back, looking up into the eyes of Dash Baxter.
Danny smiled, excited to see Dash. He's been busy with football so they haven't had much time to spend together lately.
"What a surprise, Dash." Danny said, grabbing one of Dash's hands.
The other boy has still not uttered a single sound. Though his fingers did interlace with Danny's and he held a tight grip on his hand.
As Danny looked at Dash, a heavy feeling was filling his stomach. It felt as if he'd swallowed lead and it was resting in his abdomen.
"Hey Dash, are you-"
As Danny started speaking, Dash jolted at his name and his head turned. That's when Danny saw it.
Dash's eyes reflected light, much like a cat.
Or a ghost.
Danny started to pull away, but that was when Dash's grip tightened to a painful degree. Danny yelped at the sensation, and started going intangible.
But something happened and Danny was screaming.
Something, some power or magic, was emanating from Dash's hand, coursing through his body. It was attacking his core, weakening it.
Suddenly, it all stopped, and Danny fell limp in Dash's grip. He looked at the taller boy through his hair and lidded eyes, gasping for breath. Dash still had that blank expression on his face, staring straight into Danny's gaze. A chill went down his spine. It wasn't his ghost sense though.
He didn't know how to fix this.
Danny gathered a small ectoblast in his hand, shooting it at Dash's arm. Dash didn't move at all, letting the blast singe his letterman jacket. But he did put Danny down only to grab him by the front of his shirt and throw him to the ground.
This felt distinctly Dash. The grip, the position. But Danny didn't see him anywhere in that blank gaze. He was acting on muscle memory.
Danny grabbed Dash's hands, which were still gripping his shirt. He saw the boy twitch at the contact, though he still maintained his position. Lifting his hands to Dash's face, he placed them on his cheeks and rubbed small circles into the skin there. Dash leaned into the contact, blank stare still intact, before closing his eyes.
Danny pulled Dash's head down, resting their foreheads together and closing his own eyes. He felt Dash's grip on his shirt loosen slightly as he came back. Danny opened his eyes to see Dash looking at him in confusion and fear, a slight sheen still in his eyes.
Danny didn't know if what he was doing was working, or if it would keep this thing at bay.
He didn't know if this thing was just toying with him either.
Danny pulled Dash's head down the rest of the way and their lips met. It was soft and tender, but filled with fear. Dash's grip has loosened the rest of the way and one of his hands was resting in Danny's hair.
They pulled apart starting at one another before Dash's eyes squeezed shut.
"Dash? What's happening?"
Dash pulled away before opening his eyes again, the sheen back.
"Run."
Then Dash's expression fell into that blank stare again and Danny began to scoot backwards, pulling at his core for his ghost half.
His core gave a puttering sensation before giving up on him. He looked down at his chest.
"No!"
He tried again, but still nothing was happening. Dash was advancing towards him, crawling along the ground.
Danny was about halfway up off the ground before Dash tackled him. He pushed against him, but without his ghost powers Dash was too heavy.
A burning sensation was placed against Danny's stomach, tearing screams from his throat once again.
"Dash… Dash you need to fight it!" Danny said, gasping for air. "Dash-"
The hand on his stomach was moved to his chest, above his core, and the pain started again but much, much worse.
There was a pause and Danny looked to see Dash's hand halfway into his chest. It was a nauseating thing to see, considering he couldn't use his powers and Dash shouldn't have any in the first place.
Danny reached a shaking hand up and wrapped it around the back of Dash's neck, pulling his head down.
"Dash." He whispered.
"Please."
The was a moment of silence, where everything was still. No screams, no pain. Just them.
But it still wasn't enough.
Dash's hand continued to plunge it's way through Danny's chest, and he was blinded by pain.
The next thing he knew, Dash was standing above him holding something. It appeared to be a glowing orb, and that was when Danny noticed the emptiness inside of him. The missing spot where his powers were supposed to be.
The last thing Danny saw before his eyes fell shut was Dash walking away with his ghostly core.
the kiss seemed kind of bland? not sure if i conveyed everything i wanted to? i did add more to that part than i had at first tho so thats fine i guess
GENERAL NOTES: Sam and Danny have a talk, then reach common grounds - sexual favors in exchange for peace for Quinn.
Danny had no idea what to expect from Sam as he was lead by guards to the other male's rooms. He could never tell with Sam who seemed to switch from nice guy who helped the slaves out to absolute prick who used and treated the slaves like shit. He wondered which version he was going to end up being stuck with once he got there. Either way, it was better than Quinn being on her way there since he was pretty sure he could guess how badly that would have ended up. Once he was at the doors, the guard gave a few knocks before shoving Danny inside and closing the doors behind him. Danny inhaled slowly as he looked around for a moment before allowing his focus to fall on Sam. He didn't bother saying anything yet, not wanting to come out too rude if Sam had planned on being his 'nice guy' persona for that evening.
Sam flashed Danny with a little smile once the slave was all but literally thrown into his suite. "Danny boy! Glad you could make it!" He exclaimed as he sat up on the bed where he had been laying. He wasn't exactly sure what to expect from Danny, honestly, the boy was kind of mystery to him. His nice guy approach hadn't really worked on him, perhaps he was being too heavily influenced by Quinn, but nonetheless he wasn't giving up yet. "So... how do you want to do this?" He said, breaking the silence after a moment. It was a prompt, a test.
Danny glared at Sam's overly enthusiastic greeting, jaw clenching slightly as he tried to keep himself from making a comment about how much he hated being called 'danny boy'. But he managed to refrain for the time being. He raised a brow at Sam's question, still a little unsure of what Sam expected from him that evening. "I guess that would depend on what it is you want," he pointed out. He couldn't very well tell Sam how to go about it if he didn't know what 'it' was just yet.
Sam took in Danny's reaction, his smile never leaving his face. "Honestly, I'm not sure yet. I just thought we should get to know one another better." He shook his head. "But I understand you might be opposed to that." He bit down on his lip. "I didn't bring you here to punish you, really, just to... have fun." His words were a little vague, perhaps on purpose. "Tell me Danny, is there something you'd like us to do tonight? Other than go back to your cell that is."
Danny didn't really like the idea of 'having fun' with Sam. Most of the time when one of the dickhead Masters said they wanted to have fun, it ended up being pretty one sided. He had no doubts that it would end up being the same with Sam no matter what the other man chose to spend their time on. "Something I would like?" he repeated, taking a second to think it over. "I'd like for you to go straight to hell. That sounds like a fun evening plan - let's work on it," he responded, arms crossing against his chest. He couldn't believe that he'd thought Sam was a nice guy for even a minute. Nice guys didn't do what Sam had done to Quinn. Nice guys didn't treat people like objects.
Sam raised a singular eyebrow up in the air. "You know, that's not very nice." He responded, shrugging. "What have I even done to you personally? I understand I've been kind of rough with Quinn, but there's probably more to that story than you know, you only have her version of it, after all." He shook his head once more, getting off the bed and walking near Danny. "Just... relax. Would you like some food perhaps?"
Danny shook his head lightly while he tried not to laugh. "A little rough?" he repeated, not really believing that that's how Sam was trying to explain it. "You've been a lot rough. You've not only been rough while raping her, but then you decide to taunt her about that and her brother. It's disgusting. You're disgusting. And no, I don't want any food. Not from you. If you brought me here to try to make friends, you're seriously wasting your time," he said, straightening up his posture slightly when Sam walked towards him.
Sam gave a shrug. "Like I said... I haven't decided why I brought you here. I thought I might weight all the options. Clearly you're done interested in what's beyond door A." He shook his head. "You don't want me to be nice, so then I won't be." Absentmindedly, he trailed a hand down Danny's bare chest. "You do have a nice body... Even if you won't take my food and whatever other kindness I was gonna possibly throw your way, we could still have fun." He smiled. "Tell me, are you willing to play along with me or am I gonna need to fight with you every step of the way?"
Danny shook his head. "I do want you to be nice, actually. Just not selectively nice. Because when you're nice to one person but treat another like completely fucking shit, it kind of makes you a sorry excuse for a person," Danny informed Sam, deciding he'd never really be able to understand any of Sam's thought processes, nor would he want to at this point. He stiffened under Sam's touch but didn't back away, lifting his jaw slightly. He shrugged at Sam's question. "That really depends on what exactly it is you plan on doing. But you're you, so there'll probably some fighting on my end along the way.
Sam shook his head. "When you're given lemons, you make lemonade. But what do you do when you don't have enough lemons to make enough drink for everyone? Do you let everyone die from thirst or do you still give some to some people while thus leaving some out?" He shook his head. "Riddle me that, Danny. Seriously." Pausing only briefly, he continued to speak. "I'm me?" He repeated. "I don't know what you've heard, but I don't have a wrestling fetish." He said, shrugging his shoulders. "If you don't want me to be nice though, I won't be."
Danny raised his brows as Sam continued to speak, not really sure if he was supposed to be taking this guy seriously or not. "And while lemons might not always be easy to come by, there's no limit to how nice a person can be. So your logic is flawed, but you tell yourself whatever excuses you have to to make yourself feel better," he shrugged. "But if that's the case, if you're only selectively nice - start being selectively nice to Quinn. You can be a fucked up shit to me all you want if you stop treating her like a piece of meat," he offered, though he doubted Sam would go for it. For some reason, all of these so called masters seemed to really have it out for Quinn. "And I didn't mean you liked to wrestle. I meant that since this is you, and I really don't like you nor have you given me a reason to, that I'll probably end up fighting whatever it is you want to some capacity."
Sam shook his head once more. "It's a metaphor." He explained, desperately. Apparently Danny just wouldn't - or couldn't - understand that he needed to limit his kindnesses around here, he truly could not afford to be nice to everyone. Jones would have his head on a platter. "You really are a knight for Princess aren't you?" He asked after a moment, biting down on his lip. "You know Santana approached me with a similar offer... I had to turn her down. I'll consider yours, honestly, but I don't know if... If it's really something I can do. I can't not use Quinn if she's the centerpiece at an event here." He sighed, perhaps a bit too dramatically. "So if I were to ask you to take off your uniform..." He asked, almost challengingly. "Would you fight that?"
Danny rolled his eyes when he said that Santana had made a similar offer and he'd had to turn it down. "Well good thing I'm not Santana then. If you end up at a party with her as the centerpiece, you can try to be less disgusting than everyone else in the way you treat Quinn. And don't have to call on her other than that - ever. I just.....she gets enough shit from everyone, I can handle taking her place with at least one of you," he explained. And while it wasn't the most exciting prospect, it was still better than having Quinn continue to be treated the way she had so far. He shrugged at Sam's next question. "That depends. Are you asking me to take it off or is that purely a hypothetical question?"
Sam let out a little laugh. "Yeah, good thing you're not Santana... but then again, if you were, you wouldn't be up here. I don't think I'm gonna call on her much... She's so not my type." He shook his head, almost comically. It was more of a reminder to Danny of where he was than any kind of statement about Santana. "I... guess that's an offer I could consider." He said, after a beat. "So you'd take her place with me? Willingly? No fighting?" He asked, while raising an eyebrow. "It was hypothetical... but now that you're including it as part of your sales pitch... Maybe we should consider this a trial run." He said, smiling.
Danny listened to Sam, trying his hardest not to roll his eyes at the other male and failing to properly restrain himself from doing so. "No, you get no trial. You give me your word that you'll stop being such an ass to Quinn and that you'll stop using her unless absolutely necessary, and I know you won't go back on that because you're such a /good guy/. And then I'll do what you ask with minimal fighting. That's the deal. You don't get any fucking test drive of compliance."
Sam raised his hands up in the air, as if to convey innocence. "Alright, alright, I get it. You don't trust me enough to give me a trial run... but that's exactly the problem I have. You don't trust me, I don't know you enough to trust you... how can we possibly make such a deal work if neither of us trusts the other?" He spoke each word slowly, approaching Danny and resting a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Perhaps you understand my dilemma. I have no interest in taking my current feud with Quinn and simply transferring it onto you."
Danny couldn't help but try to shrug the unwanted hand off of his shoulder. "Clearly you misheard me - I said give me your word. If you're really a nice guy, then you'll follow through on that. And if you're not, then you won't, but you'll still get me for a night either way. You guys want willing slaves, right? Someone who wants to please you without putting up a fight? I'm offering you that in place of you giving your little feud up. It's as simple as that. If that's not something that interests you, however - if you'd rather waste your time constantly picking on some poor girl instead - then that's all on you. I'm just trying to give you the option that most 'nice guys' would want to go for."
Sam bit his lip after a moment, considering. "If I give you my word and actually follow through with it, then I'm going to expect a whole lot more than just one night with you." He said, almost in a whisper. He took a few steps back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Minimal attention from me towards Quinn in exchange for... your devotion to my personal pleasure, those are the terms?" He asked, as though he was seek confirmation, proof enough for the young slave that he was actually considering it.
Danny listened to Sam, wondering if it was even worth it to try to trust him on this. He wasn't sure he really could, but what other choice did he have? He also felt slightly sick at the mention of being 'devoted' to Sam's 'personal pleasure'. His interest was almost strictly in females and while he'd powered his way through a few blowjobs in this place, he knew that making this deal would probably lead to more and that was....something he didn't really want to think about. But if it got Quinn at least a little break of a work, then he figured he could suffer through it. "Those are the terms. And I won't break my side of the deal unless you break yours."
Sam tapped his foot softly as he thought about this. All things considered, it seemed like a pretty good deal. After all, his own sexual preference leaned heavily towards men and Danny wasn't something he could easily see himself willingly passing up. After one more moment of hesitation, he moved his hand, extending it towards the slave. "Deal." He said, and that was all he needed to say.
Danny waited to hear what Sam had to say about the whole thing. He had trouble reading the other guy so he really had no idea which way this was going to go. Honestly, he couldn't even tell which way he'd rather have it go, both having their up and downsides. But then Sam said 'deal' and was extending his hand out and Danny swallowed thickly. Well shit. He took in a deep breath before extending his own hand to take Sam's, giving it a firm shake while trying not to show how uneasy he felt about devoting himself to another male's pleasure. He wasn't even sure he'd know where to start but he was willing to try.
Sam returned the other boy's handshake firmly before smiling up at the boy, taking his hand away. "Now then... would you mind taking off that uniform of yours?" He asked, as softly as possible, it was as though it had been nothing but a low whisper. "I need to see what I'm working with here." He added with a little mischievous smile. If Danny proved to be good at this, then perhaps making that deal had been a good thing. It would give him an excuse to stay away from Quinn and the constant drama that surrounded her.
Danny 's jaw clenched slightly at Sam's request. It wasn't like he hadn't seen it coming, but he was pretty sure he'd never quite be okay with having someone else tell him to strip and having to do it. It was like the worst sort of Frat Hazing only instead of being over in a week, it was apparently going to be for the next few decades. "You've got it," he said before hooking his fingers in the waistband of the awful uniform and moving the garment over his hips and down his legs. He then stepped out of them before moving them over to the side with his foot, keeping his hands by his side to allow Sam whatever view he wanted.
Sam could feel his smile grow larger when Danny obeyed his request. It felt good for him to finally be in power again, to really get what he wanted, it was as though his position as a master all made sense to him again. Slowly, he took a couple more steps towards the boy, letting a hand linger on Danny's face, cupping the man's cheek with his hand. "You're beautiful. Simply beautiful." He admitted, feeling himself harden in his pants. Danny's member was just as splendid as the rest of the boy's body. Slowly, he let his hand wander down from the boy's face to his chest, loving the way the hot skin felt under his touch. "Tell me Danny... what are you willing to do for me?" He asked, softly.
Danny inhaled slowly through his nose as Sam told him he was beautiful and just barely managed to bite back an overly sarcastic remark in return. He kept his focus forward, staring at a blank spot on the wall while Sam's hand moved from his face down to his chest. It was hard to believe that this was his life now, but he had nothing to do but just go with it. Especially since he'd just made a deal allowing this to happen. He honestly didn't give a fuck about Sam's pleasure and figured Sam would just tell him what he wanted anyway so he didn't have much of answer for his question. "Whatever you want me to do," Danny responded. He was sure that there would be lines that he had trouble crossing eventually, but he'd deal with those when he got to them.
Sam backed down from touching the slave's body, perhaps surprisingly not actually touching his privates, and started undressing himself. The shirt went first, then the pants and finally the underwear. He was as exposed as Danny was. Sitting down on the bed, he waved him over. "I don't care what you do or what you use Danny." He shook his head. "Just make me feel good. "Your hands, your mouth, your ass... anything you want. Just pleasure me, however you'd like." It wasn't really his style to give cartes blanches like this, but in this particular case, he was trying to get to know the boy, and he figured if he wanted this deal to last, he might actually have to take baby steps, he wasn't exactly confident Danny would've willingly obeyed an order to tongue bathe his entire body from head to toe, after all.
Danny watched as Sam took a step away and started removing his clothing before heading over to the bed. Well, so much for simply being bossed around by Sam. He honestly didn't want to do anything - didn't even know what to do. Men weren't exactly his specialty and his only real experience with them consisted of being told exactly what to do which was easy enough. But this wasn't that and Danny just needed to suck it up and go on with it. He walked over until he was standing infront of where Sam was sitting on the bed and slowly moved down to his knees. He ran one of his hands up the other man's thigh before leaning forward and kissing along the inside of it. He figure he might as well go with what he knew in addition to what he'd prefer in Sam's situation. He gently wrapped his hand around Sam's member and stroked it lightly a few times before leaning forward to run his tongue along its underside.
Sam leaned back and enjoyed Danny's touches, moaning very faintly when he started stroking his manhood, clearly getting into the mindset of what was to come. Danny surprised him, in some ways. From what he knew of the boy, Sam would have never expected him to simply willingly go along with everything. Perhaps this deal was the real thing, he thought as he enjoyed the slave's tongue on his member. Slowly but surely, Sam brought a hand up to Danny's head, pushing it forward a little, though gently. "You sure know how to suck a cock." He declared as he felt his eyes close, before he let out a moan. "Whatever you do... don't stop Danny boy."
Danny would have preferred to be anywhere other than where he was, doing what he was doing, but all it took to keep him moving forward was thinking of Quinn. Beautiful, smart, selfless Quinn who deserved the opposite of this place. If having a few unwanted dicks in his mouth kept her from dealing with even a little extra shit, then he'd keep doing what he was doing. At the feel of the hand on the back of his head, he wrapped his mouth around the head of Sam's cock before sinking down slightly and applying a small amount of suction as he moved back up. He narrowed his eyes up at Sam at the comment, not really thrilled about commentary, but figured some of the effect was lost by the fact that he had his mouth around the other man's dick.
Sam wasn't exactly sure what Danny was trying to do with the look he had sent him. Sam had been thoroughly enjoying the blowjob, then, a second later he was catching sight of Danny's face. "Are you okay?" He tried, not really caring about the answer as long as the boy kept sucking. "Just... keep sucking, please." He moaned.
Danny would have laughed when Sam asked if he was okay if his mouth hadn't been so full. He wasn't even sure what the point of asking had been other to be an ass since a few seconds later he was back to telling him not to stop. Which was fine. With any luck, the sooner this was over with, the sooner he could go back to his cell and away from Sam for a while. So with that in mind, he relaxed his jaw and throat to the best of his ability before taking Sam deeper, letting his eyes fall closed as he just tried to focus on the task at hand. He began to move his head to a rhythm, hollowing his cheeks as his head moved up and down to create a suction, all the while trying to be mindful of not letting his teeth touch anything. And really, Danny suddenly felt bad for all of the girls who had given him a blowjob because this wasn't the easiest thing to do - it took way more concentration and focus than he ever would have imagined.
Sam now feeling better about himself and the fact that there was visibly no problem - what since Danny was back where he belonged, worshiping his cock - Sam leaned back and enjoyed the suction. "Come on Danny... Faster, and use your tongue." He demanded as he let out another moan.
Danny listened as Sam instructed him and did the best he could to do as he was told. As his head moved down, he did his best to swirl his tongue around Sam's shaft before pulling back until his lips were wrapped around just the tip. Then he was sinking back down again, trying to pick up the pace while he continued to work Sam over with his tongue and lips, using his hand to stroke what he couldn't get his mouth around, trying to match the same rhythm he'd created with his mouth. At least he didn't have to actually try to talk to Sam.
Sam was moaning more and more with each motion that the attractive slave boy did to his shaft. "You know I won't last long if you keep this up..." He said, before letting out a big moan. "And just so we're clear, I expect you to swallow every drop." He added, pushing Danny's head further down his member. "Oh god... your mouth was made for this!" The blond's body was starting to spasm. "Urgh... here it comes!"
Danny was glad to hear that Sam wouldn't last long if Danny kept doing what he was doing. If that was the case, he was just going to keep it up so that it could end and he could get the hell out of there. And then Sam told Danny that he expected him to swallow everything and Danny couldn't help but pause for a brief second before trying to fall back into the rhythm he'd had happening earlier. He wasn't sure how he felt about swallowing but it wasn't like he had much a choice. Instead, he began to move faster, sucking harder, bracing himself for the inevitable as he felt the very clear warning signs of Sam's impending orgasm. He inhaled through his nose as he prepared to swallow something he'd sort of hoped he'd never have to swallow.
Sam let his sperm loose into Danny's mouth, the white liquid erupting out of his member in a flurry as the blond screamed in pleasure again and again before letting go of Danny's head and collapsing on the bed. "That was great, Danny... really... wonderful." He said, panting. "Best deal ever."
Danny tensed as Sam began to come and Danny's mouth was filled with a foreign texture and taste and god, if he actually thought about what it was he'd probably end up throwing up. Instead, he tried to just ignore it, doing his best to swallow as he continued to suck Sam's dick until the hand was finally removed from his hair and he was positive Sam was done. Danny slowly pulled off of Sam, dropping his hands as he tried not to cough too much on what was left of Sam's come in his mouth. Instead he tried to just finish swallowing before clearing his throat, doing his best to ignore Sam's compliments. "Just....make sure you uphold your end of the deal and I'll continue to uphold mine," he said, voice sounding slightly raw after everything he'd just done.
Sam nodded. "Of course Danny boy. A deal's a deal. Now... I suppose you can go now if you'd like. But do expect to hear from me again sooner rather than later." He grinned. "Oh and just so you know... one day - soon - we'll do more than just oral... you have a wonderful ass... I wanna try it out." He said as he grinned. "If you wanna wait a few minutes actually, I'm sure we could do so now... but that's up to you at this point."
Danny grimaced slightly at the mention of more than just oral. Danny had been lucky so far in that no one had really forced him to do more than suck a few dicks. Which sure, was rough enough for him, but he was smart enough to realize how much worse it could be. "I think I'd rather be done for today if it's all the same to you, actually. May I put my uniform back on now and go?" he asked, hoping that would be satisfactory enough for their first 'meeting'.
Sam nodded quickly. "Yeah, sure. Thank you for this though Danny... I'll definitely enjoy our arrangement." With those words, Sam got off the bed long enough to call for a guard. "Take Danny back to his cell once he's dressed will you? Oh... and hit the lights when you go, I'm gonna take a nap."
