On Valentine’s Day: Danny and Vlad

by Tavalya Ra

E-mail: clearbluedelphia at yahoo dot com

Rating: PG-13 (for innuendo)

Category: Romance. Slash. Pure fluff.

Summary: The ideal Valentine’s Day involves luxury, chocolates, … and getting asked a certain question.

Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is owned by Butch Hartman. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Notes: Written as a self-challenge for Valentine’s Day. Danny is in his mid-twenties.

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Their Valentine’s Day was simple and indulgent. Vlad and Danny merely lounged in the castle, enjoying each other’s company and the decadent gourmet meal Vlad’s chef prepared for the occasion. Despite a generous dinner, Danny ate freely from a box of chocolates while he and Vlad snuggled together on a fluffy rug in front of the fire. Vlad’s arm circled Danny’s waist and his fingers lightly teased the younger hybrid’s side with soft, languid strokes.

Biting into another cordial, Danny moaned. “Where did you get these?”

“Belgium,” the older man replied.

“No wonder it’s a small country. Who needs sex when you can eat these?”

“Oh, really?” Vlad asked imperiously. He leaned across Danny, snatching the box off the floor. “Then perhaps I should take these away-”

“No, no, no!” he hastily protested, raising his hands to snatch the cordials. “I’m not Belgian. I need chocolate and sex.”

Vlad chuckled, then braced Danny’s shoulders, gently spinning him around to kiss him. Vlad’s mouth tasted like raspberries, the same flavor already on Danny’s tongue. A warm sense of contentment spread through Danny and he pressed his fingertips against Vlad’s back, clutching him. He really could do this forever; his world was nothing like it had been more than ten years ago, when he had been fourteen and Vlad hell bent on villainy, two facts that had made the relationship they now shared an impossibility then.

When they broke away, Danny said, “There’s something you should know.”

“Hmm?” Vlad responded lazily, not looking up since his nose was now busy nuzzling Danny’s neck.

“I told my parents about us.”

The moment’s amorous ambiance shattered abruptly as Vlad jerked away from him, exclaiming, “You what?”

“I told them about us,” Danny repeated, meeting the other man’s accusatory and infuriated gaze directly. Vlad’s eyes bulged slightly, then darted towards the door as if he expected Maddie to come crashing through with the Anti-Creep Stick. “And calm down, would you? They’re okay with it. They said I’m a responsible adult who can make decisions for myself. They’re just a little disappointed I didn’t tell them sooner that I’m gay.”

Vlad’s eyes returned to Danny’s face and the lines of tension contorting his visage eased slightly. “You’re certain they approve?”

“Yes. Honestly, I think Mom’s happy you’re picked a different Fenton to flirt with.”

“We’ve done more than flirt,” Vlad responded, smiling slyly. Then he returned his attention to Danny’s neck, this time using his mouth to elect a moan from him.

“It’s better this way, you know,” Danny said as he rubbed the other man’s back. “No more lame excuses to explain what I’m doing in Wisconsin. No more hiding or pretending. And I thought that maybe… well, I can’t ask that.”

Vlad disengaged in nibbling Danny and lifted his head. “Ask what?”

“Nah. Never mind. I couldn’t impose…”

The older man frowned, scrutinizing Danny’s face. After a moment’s hesitation, he said, “I think I know.” He paused. “So… do you want to move in?”

“That depends… are you asking me because you want me to or because you think I expect it?”

Vlad cupped his hand over Danny’s cheek. “Give me a bottle of lotion and I’ll prove how much I want you to,” he answered with a smirk. “May I presume a yes?”

“You had better,” Danny said, grinning. “I already packed.”