Danny groaned into his pillow as the pounding of a headache so massive he thought his head would explode decided to wake him up at a time he would probably deem 'to damn early for this shit'. He absolutely refused to open his sleep crusted eyes, he could already feel the heat of a sun beam aimed right at his face. Danny groaned again, turning his head to bury his face into his soft pillow groggily.

But then there came another pain. In his backside no less and Danny found himself lifting his head up in extreme confusion as his back pulsed in sharp, unfamiliar pain. It felt hot and he felt…empty?

Bringing a hand to his eyes to rub the sleep away as just about every part of him started to come alive with pain as Danny muttered under his breath, blinking blearily.

And if the pain wasn't enough to wake the aching halfa, the ungodly hot temperature of his body had him feeling like he was on fire, his ice core thrummed somewhere deep inside him, unsure whether to reject or welcome the warmth.

Eyes finally focusing on the object in front of him, Danny furrowed his brow at the dark wood head board against sky blue walls. That…wasn't his head board…That, wasn't the color of his bedroom walls. Concerned for the lack of memory he had of the wall or the headboard, Danny glanced around, flinching as the sun shot into his eyes.

Everything was wrong. That wasn't his desk, or his shelves, or even his books. This wasn't his house. A sinking feeling of dread clawed its way down the man's spin as the beginnings of a panic attack started speeding up his heart, he tried to lift himself off the bed.

Only, an arm with hard muscles and warm skin around his waist pulled him back. Into a hard chest with broad shoulders that engulfed him in their body heat.

Danny flushed as skin made contact with skin and a curtain lump near his ass made the dark haired man nervously aware that neither he nor whoever's bed this was had any clothes. He bit his lip, just what the hell happened to him yesterday?

Danny recalled getting off work around noon, he had only had to deal with a morning class that day. Then…Danny furrowed his brow, trying to ignore the lump wedging up against his ass and the arm that helped whoever was behind him cuddle up contently, warming his usually cool body.

And then it hit him. Like Pariah Dark's fist dipped in ectouranium. Danny's heart pulled at its seems.

The Break Up-

Danny walked up the short driveway as he dug out his house keys. It was a small two bedroom home in a calmer part of Amity and he was happy enough to live away from the insanity that his parents bring to his life.

Blinking, Danny perked up when his enhanced hearing picked sounds coming from inside the house. He tilted his head and recalled that, yes, he let his current girlfriend of two months, Clara, crash at his place for a few days.

Shrugging to himself, Danny lets himself inside.

"Clara?" he calls. There is a shuffling in his room and suddenly there are two voices and not one. Danny sets his bag down and looks down the hall where his bedroom is and frowns. He doesn't recall hearing about any of his friends or Clara's popping by for a visit. He made his way down the hall and opened his door without a thought.

He froze in the doorway, stunned at the scene that took place right under his covers as his heart shattered. Clara's pleased moans go through his ears as loud as a radio turned up full volume.

And then suddenly, Blue was green and he narrowed his eyes at the figure over his girlfriend. His voice lowered and he felt the temperature drop.

"What the actual fuck are you doing on my bed?!" he growled. And the two looked up, like rabbits caught in a trap. Danny looked straight into Clara's eyes.

The betrayal he felt was like no other.

Fuck Everyone and Their Mother-

His shattered heart was a deep blow as it all came back to him. But the guilt he felt throwing them both out on their asses, completely nude—but kind enough to let Clara at the very least put on a robe—was nothing. He felt nothing, the woman he had thought she was, was no more in his eyes. Just another one of those many failed relationships Danny had found himself in since taking his position at the local college in Amity.

Now that Danny remembered he had to remind himself that once he found his underwear, he would need to go home and burn his bed. No need to leave the lingering stench of sex in his room longer than he needed to.

Wriggling one arm out of the arms that held him to whoever the hell he was sleeping with, Danny ran a hand through his hair. Gulping, that was when he finally noticed the aftertaste. Alcohol, and lots of it coated his tongue in a thick, distasteful phlegm. Danny grimaced.

He must have tried to drink after the whole Clara break up thing…Great, ew. He knows he doesn't take booze well. Even if the ectoplasm in his system had a tendency to burn it off faster than regular humans it still left him with some pretty bad side effects.

Some of which Sam refuses to mention for some reason.

"Ugh…" Danny groaned. So, he must have been pretty smashed to wind up naked and sore in some guys bed. Well…on the bright side at least he didn't do something as stupid as reveal his secret in the middle of town or something.

That…still didn't really make everything better though. Danny bit his lip as the pain in ass—literally—decided to make itself less tolerable. Danny's cheeks blushed as he shifted uncomfortably as something he was just now starting to realize was dawning on him.

By the Ancients….

"I think I slept with a dude." Danny gapped at himself as he lay there, perfectly still as his body tormented him with aches and pains as his mind assaulted him with blurry images and muffled sounds. His cheeks got redder and redder and the hero brought his hand to his face to groan again.

It wasn't like he was averse to the idea of sleeping with a guy, there was that one time when he and Sam were still dating and curiosity got the better of him when she mentioned a guy friend of hers liking him…But, Danny hadn't out right dated another guy, much less liked them enough to have sex…Nope, that honor was still held tightly by Sam. So who the hell did he drag into his probably drunk escapes. And then sleep with…

Danny's face felt like a radiator with how hot it was. Oh geez, this was so humiliating. He hoped it wasn't anyone he knew. It be easier to just use his ghost powers to sneak away while they were still asleep as long as he knew they were no one he'd have to worry about again. He gulped.

"Oookay Fenton, deep breaths, you can do this…" Danny sighed as he gently tried to twist his body enough to sneak a peek at his unlucky victim.

And then his already cold blood ran even colder as he felt every part of him freeze up, his breath left him to ghost over the tangled blond locks of the man who had entangled their limbs together like a possessive lover.

Oh crud.

A strong, square jaw was lose, their lips parted in soft, barely there snores.

Oh crud, crud, crud!

Panic welled up inside the halfa as he stared with wide, frantic eyes at the brows that furrowed briefly before closing their mouth and hold Danny tighter against him. Their faces just shy of touching to let their lips graze so close.

Abort. ABORT FENTON, FOREGET PRIDE, FORGET DIGNITY, GET YOUR NAKED ASS OUTTA HERE!

A small, pathetic whimper weaseled its way through Danny's throat as he tried to once again, wriggled out of the arms of his sleeping partner. Fear, confusion, mortification, he felt it all as he threw his legs over the edge of the bed and pushed himself to his feet before his legs went completely weak and buckled under him.

Danny let out an undignified squawk as he toppled to the carpeted floor into a heap. Danny turned his head to the side as he felt unnecessary tears well up at the edges of his eyes. His legs shook from the strain of trying to carry his full body weight. The pain that had pulsed all through his lower back and ass spiked as he started feeling something dribbling out of a very unnecessary place for stuff to be spilling and Danny's shallow breaths started picking up speed as his panic only grew.

Oh my god, what was that coming out of his ass!?

Danny wanted to scream, to fly away, nudity be damned, he had invisibility. But everything about him felt too tired. Too damn weak, like what ever had happened last night took up all his energy.

The bed creaked, but Danny was too far gone in his silent panic attack to notice as the figure he had woken up to had just woken up himself and leaned over to see the curled up man freaking out on his bedroom floor.

The man raised an eye brow as he rested his chin on his hand. His blond hair mused and tangled in that attractive just-out-of-bed look before it was either slicked back or tight in a stylish top knot.

"You know Fenton, what with what went down last night I'm not entirely sure trying to actually get up was the smartest move."

Danny flinched, broken out of his thoughts by the slightly hoarse voice. Twisting his body so he could face the bigger issue at hand, Danny sent an annoyed glare up to the face of one very satisfied Dash Baxter.

"No," Danny muttered sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. "you don't say."

Clean Up-

Against Danny's fairly vocal complaints, Dash had gotten up and without bothering to cover up his fairly well endowed member and picked the ghost boy up. Danny, of course kicked up an embarrassed fuss as the warm bodied man lead them into his bathroom so the two of them—again without Danny's consent—could soak the sweat and sex off their skin.

It was…unnerving to say the least, squeezing into a coconut scented bubble bath with a man that had several inches on him height wise. However, Danny was unable to really do much more than stare worriedly at the running faucet as the hot water soothed his sore muscles and Dash's body curl around him. He opted to just sit still and try not to do anything as he silently pieced together the fuzzy bits of his still wonky memory as Dash took it upon himself to be freakishly nourishing and lather his body in another pleasantly scented bath soap. Though, he still occasionally flinched when rough hands ran over his chest with a loofa, or lifted his arm to get his armpit.

Danny flushed, resting his chin on his knee's as he felt the towering man behind him that was once the bane of his high school existence gently scurb his back as if going too rough would tear at his skin.

"You are…freakishly calm about all this Dash…." Danny muttered, blowing a collection of bubbles away from his nose. The scrubbing on his back halted a short moment before starting back up again. Danny found himself actually closing his eyes at the pleasant rhythm he had going and sighed.

" Probably because I did all my freaking out when I magically found you in my home. Seriously…we haven't said a word to each other since graduation, how the hell did you find my address?"

"At this point into the situation it could be anything from a conveniently spawned ghost portal to just some seriously fucked up drunken prowess at finding myself in places I shouldn't be...it wouldn't be the first time." Danny muttered. He recalled the last Christmas truce party, that bastard Skulker got him so intoxicated he had found himself half naked in the rafters of the Eifel Tower in Paris the next morning. He had no damn clue how he got there either.

"That's…actually not very…well…huh." Dash stumbled over his words, trying to find out what to say.

"Oookay then…" he finally just sighed before leaning in closer to Danny until his chest rubbed up against Danny's back. The flush on his cheeks returned full force as he felt Dash's flaccid manhood at his back as well before thick arms stretched over his side to scrub softly at his exposed knee.

"Dash, why—"

"I'm not entirely sure either Fenton, just…just lemme take care of your finally sober ass." The blonde's voice sounded thick and strained and Danny unconsciously leaned into his chest as his body relaxed. Everything about this whole situation was odd and he wasn't sure how to handle this, or Dash…but a little part of him was thankful for someone else's help picking up the pieces.

"Dash?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks' for not being a duchebag anymore." He smiled wanly as the man behind him actually snorted.

"Whatever, Fenton…"

Despite Dash wanting to carry him back into the bed he had fallen out of that morning, Danny's dignity was partially pieced back together enough that the halfa shrugged off his help and made his own way back into the confines of the bedroom. Only then to collapse right back on it in just a pair of slightly baggy underwear and an over sized sweater that reached mid thigh. Danny groaned, pleased as he shuffled back into the bed and pulled the covers up to his chin.

Dash came back shortly after with a couple bottles of water and handed him one before also crawling back into bed.

Danny had to take a moment to let it sink in that he was still currently sharing a bed with a man who use to bully him as kids and hadn't spoken a word to since they were had gone off to another college out of state while Danny had stuck around Amity because he didn't trust anyone else from keeping it in one piece. But now here they were, several years after the fact and Danny had somehow broken into his home while drunk after a fucked up break up with his apparently skank of an ex and convinced him to have…from what he could tell from the marks on both their bodies, some pretty mind blowing sex.

How was this his life? Ghost attacks and crazy, partly insane friends and family he could deal with. Foggy one nights stands with someone he barely knew on a personal level while drunk? Nope. He was clueless.

"So…" Dash scratched the back of his head and Danny decided to politely turn onto his back to peer up at him through the blankets. "What happens now?"

"I've no damn clue. This—" Danny pokes a finger out of the blankets to waggle it between he and Dash. "has never happened to me before, how the hell did I even convince you to actually…uh, ya'know…do it with me…?"

Dash looked at him with a face and Danny decided to interpret as 'Are you shitting me?'

"Fenton…Has anyone told you how much of a god damn devil you are when drunk?"

Danny blinked up at him, wide eyed and innocent. "Uhh…What?" he squeaked.

"I'll take that as a no." Dash sighed.

Danny blinked up at him as his memory partially unfolded in his mind once more.

Dash made a mad dash towards his room and opened the door in time to see the inebriated ghost hero drop his flight and bounce right onto the center of the mattress. The dark haired man let out a drunken giggle at the squeak of the box springs.

"Damn it Fenton, get off my bed." Dash groaned, this was not what he meant when he suggested to Danny that he should lay down. The pale man smiled cheekily before shaking his head.

"Make me." He challenged. Scowling, the muscular man growled in annoyance at how difficult the other was being and stalked towards his bed to reach for Danny's arm. What he didn't expect though, was for their arm to extend suddenly and a long fingered hand to grasp the sleeve of his sweater and pull him down with the drunk.

Dash squawked as he was forced on his back with a giddy looking Fenton looking over him, his blue eyes blinked slowly, trying to clear his vision. Dash, not amused tried lifting himself up only to have a hand shove him roughly back down. Indigo glared threateningly at the hovering other, but it seemed to go right over their head as Danny made himself comfortable on Dash's lap.

Pale eyes watched Dash watch him, a frown across his lips as if he was deep in thought despite however much he had to drink. The ex-bully thought he was about to get an earful of drunk speak, the woe-is-me speal, he did just kick his girlfriend out. What he got, however, was a sudden waterfall of tear threatening to fall down pale cheeks is something wasn't down fast.

"Fe—"

"Am I not good enough?" Danny suddenly murmured. Dash snapped his mouth shut, unsure how to handle this. "I mean, my parents raised me to be respectful, and to treat sex as something you only do when you know you love the person. I-I'm nice too, right?" Danny rubbed the heel of his hand over an eye to whip away the tears.

"Me and Sam never had issues in our relationship, we had a good thing and the only reason why we never continued to date because it never felt like we were dating at all!" Danny went on, sniffing and rubbing his eyes and Dash thought 'Oh god I am way out of my league with this!"

"And I'm decent looking, right? I-I'm not a pipsqueak anymore, don't you think?" Danny leaned towards Dash with a wide eyed pleading look that had the jocks tongue tied. Messy black hair sticking up in all directions and framing a pale, almost porcelain skin that looked so smooth to touch with the biggest, sweetest blue eyes he had ever fucking seen on a person that it formed a lump too big to talk over in his throat. And his body…oh fuck his body, it wasn't lanky, it wasn't boney, it had this tall, willow litheness to it that made it hard to decipher if it belonged to a man or woman if looked at without Fenton's clearly masculine features. His arms flexed with muscles and strength and a cat like grace he knew had to be from all the ghost fighting Danny had done over the years as Phantom. His hips were narrow, but his ass.

Dash looked lower to where the man before him straddled him, no regard for certain places rubbing up against each other occasionally. Fenton's ass was small, and round, and looked perfect. He was perfect. A god damn vision of beauty, drunk or not.

Dash gulped, Danny still stared at him, unblinkingly as he waited for Dash's appraisal.

"You…" Dash had to swallow back his sudden onslaught of nerves. "You look fine Fenton, y-you're…attractive?"

"Then why did Clara have to sleep with another guy!? If she wanted me to have sex with her she could have asked, I would have agreed, I liked her! I liked her a lot!" Danny cried, tears falling down freely and dripping onto his wool sweater. Dash's hands waved unsurely in the air, confused about how to take care of a drunk, crying man be barely knew.

He thanked whatever god was out there that his little sobs didn't last too long and before he knew it, a cold hand was entwining his fingers with Dash's warmer one. The change in temperature made him flinch, but watch cautiously as Danny's eyed their tangled hands with water eyes interest.

Vivid eyes blinked slowly at the hands before looking to Dash's face. A swirl of jumbled up, disorganized emotions in those damn eyes. It was captivating, Dash couldn't look away.

The thinner framed man leaned down, closer, Dash was forced back into his pillows as Danny looked down at him with only inches to spare. The hero seemed to have gotten an idea as the haze cleared from his troubled thoughts. A strange grin stretched his lips and reached his misty eyes.

Dash immediately felted trouble afoot.