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Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author’s Notes: It’s been years since I’ve posted anything like this, hope it goes over well. This has BDSM themes but is more semi-con, even though the issue of rape is mentioned. It does also mention some het pairings, but the focus of the story is Vlad/Danny, from Vlad's point of view.
It starts with Vlad’s point of view, summarizing events since Phantom Planet, but reaches the ‘business’ part before too long. In all, it’s rather light reading. Please let me know if you enjoy!

The whole thing had started with a situation that was, by now, comfortably familiar to the two of them. Daniel, knocked out by a completely unfair and unprovoked first attack, woke up strapped down to a laboratory table ready to be tested, experimented upon, and ideally disposed of. Oh, these things never turned out the way Plasmius planned, of course. Either one of Daniel's bumbling friends would come save the day or he'd get a last spurt of energy and overload Plasmius's restraints (really, there was no excuse for the boy's growth in power over the last few years, one of the major reasons Plasmius wanted to study him) or, on the rarest of occasions, something of Plasmius's own design would not quite function as he'd hoped and would give Daniel just the leeway he needed for escape. Then a little fight, then Daniel escaped, with friends if they'd arrived. The friends came through and Daniel left through the Ghost Zone portal that Plasmius kept open to prevent the silly boy from thinking of just phasing up through a few kilometers of solid rock and discovering the actual location of Plasmius's current Earthly hiding place. Daniel always went out through that open door, proving how his genes didn't fall far from his father's tree. Plasmius was working on a fake portal which would incapacitate Phantom, but for now it was hidden from sight in a side laboratory chamber with the safe exit visible for Daniel's benefit. That fake portal would change Daniel's tactics, might even make him think of choosing a less standard exit, and Vlad couldn't risk that until he was sure this new tactic would incapacitate him for sure. Vlad changed the location of the entrance his Ghost Zone portal in the Ghost Zone regularly, but it was always trackable via that obnoxious map, leaving him vulnerable if Daniel decided to start anything. So Vlad always started first. And when the fake portal was done, Vlad planned to seal his own portal shut for the occasion, so he and Daniel could work out their problems even after Daniel's inevitable and outright cliched first escape.
This was all scripted. Daniel awoke, struggled a bit, said something biting about Vlad's personal life as though it were his business anymore. Vlad answered in kind, the latest good bait being the agonizingly slow breakup Daniel and that goth girl had gone through. (It did continue to amuse Vlad that Daniel never asked why Vlad knew so much about his life, only acted defensive.) But after years of this with vague variations on the theme, it was practically friendly in a way. Danielle had recovered from Vlad's attempt at murder, Vlad had recovered from Jack's attempt at murder (the mention of which got Daniel in such a self-righteous fit of justifications, it was cute) and a little over a year ago, the pair of them had survived the murder attempt of the future Daniel who apparently was some sort of odd time alteration artifact and who didn't care for being excess material in the universe. Good, easily understandable hostility all around, replayed in miniature with each little clash between Vlad and Danny. Witty banter exchanged, sometimes some ectoplasmic samples or bioectological scans taken (and it wasn't Vlad's fault they were painful, just the nature of the beast so to speak), sometimes two young adults screaming "Danny!" while flying the Mini-Specter Speeder through a doorway, always a few exchanges of blows... Well, it was predictable, and frankly Vlad liked it that way.
The truth was that Vlad had, after so many pains and trials and hardships, come to appreciate life again. Granted, not the life of a wealthy human, but the 'life' of a wealthy and powerful ghost had plenty of its own perks. Why, he even had his cat back. After his early experiments with animal consciousness and ectoplasm, returning his poor kitten (who had been taken from the Mayor's mansion and placed in a kennel, then adopted by an awful middle-class family to live alongside dogs and eat food from cans, of all the inhumane...) from age and then the grave to her prime in a feline afterlife was child's play. Granted, she was now green, and she went from soft and pettable to spiked and howling when things didn't go her way, but that was not terribly different from owning a cat in the first place and he lived with it.
As for the real Maddie... ghosts simply did not age without a very good reason, and certainly not alongside the steady passage of time that ruled the human world. On the very rare occasions Vlad risked returning to his vulnerable, weak and now useless for disguise human form, he was the same as he'd been eight years earlier, even wearing the very suit he'd put on for his all-or-nothing gambit press conference. Age did not wither Maddie, it made her blossom, but she was finally starting to blossom in ways that made marriage to her seem like a cruel joke even if he could return to his human form and walk beside her down the aisle of a human church. Maybe in the next life, he mused, and he did watch her health in case she might need intervention to prevent passing into nothingness (there was no 'afterlife' without the chance connection of ectoplasm to the electrical signals that formed brain waves, any idiot would deduce that) and then, then, then, perhaps...
Of course, Jack Fenton had to die someday too, and the bastard had soaked in enough ectoplasm by now that he'd probably turn into fourteen equally incompetent ghosts, all of them Maddie's true love. Time isolated in space had eased that pain in a way that time isolated with money on Earth had failed to, or perhaps it had been the combination of the two that had done the trick, but Vlad's world no longer hinged on those "maybes" and "perhapses." He loved her, yes, he'd always love her, but he would not accept everything else in his life being a consolation prize. There was still much to live, or at least exist, for. Even down to the regular, expected, almost clockwork-like encounters with Daniel.
Which was why Daniel's breaking the cycle had nearly ruined Vlad's mood entirely.
The bindings changed depending on the nature of the tests, sometimes it was the pods, sometimes the box, today a nice flat lab table with Daniel stretched out spread-eagle as though ready for dissection. Vlad no longer wanted to kill Daniel, it would ruin his pleasant new routine, but he thought the effect was suitably intimidating and would be even more fear-inducing when the scanning machinery descended from above to start taking new measurements, see what made a Phantom so distinct from a Plasmius.
Intimidating.
Fear-inducing.
At least Daniel had the decency to avert his eyes and look remarkably embarrassed about the erection that was all too obvious straining against his black jumpsuit. Vlad himself stared at it when he noticed it, confused and angry and a tiny bit offended. If Daniel were still a teenager, Vlad could at least credit it to hormones; he'd been a teenager himself once, after all, and remembered years when he had been aroused by the sight of window shutters or particularly well-trimmed trees or other unlikely sources. This, though, this just had no excuse. And why was it so obvious against his leg? Vlad hoped that meant Daniel was wearing loose boxers and not that he'd started going commando under that jumpsuit, because this was just absolutely and completely wrong enough as it was.
It took several moments of embarrassed silence, with Daniel still examining the wall opposite Plasmius's position, before Vlad finally asked. "You do realize, of course, I've got you here to torture you, yes, as in cause you pain? To fulfill my interests?"
Danny coughed, redder in the face than ever if it were possible. With the snow white hair and the glowing green eyes, his face looked rather festively Christmas-like, Vlad thought absently. "Uh. Yeah. Look, I don't--let's just--can you--it's not like it was my idea, I don't even know--can we get on with the torture part and then me kicking your butt and pretend this didn't happen?"
"A capital idea, but no, I'm afraid not." Vlad rubbed the back of his neck where the hair started to rise in its signature horns, glancing away from Daniel too for the moment to think about it. He wasn't stupid or naive, he knew that there were certain people who enjoyed certain situations of a particularly controlled nature to put it politely, but he'd been spying on Daniel for years and the young man had never even tried anything like this with his gothic girlfriend--Vlad knew, he had been admittedly a bit lonely when he first returned to Earth as an invisible, intangible and incognito wraith and had done some rather thorough spying. Samantha Manson wasn't unimaginative, of course, it had just been all costuming and then some nice standard heterosexual sex with varieties in position. And this was not exactly the first time Daniel had been tied up! He'd probably spent a good third of his life by now being bound by Vlad, Skulker, Walker, his parents, his future self...
Then again, Daniel's heart wasn't racing with the effort to stay alive for the moment, and perhaps familiarity had bred contempt because it obviously wasn't racing with fear either. That left his blood with leeway to relocate. And this might not be the first time. Vlad normally didn't have Daniel quite so exposed, why, sometimes the containment unit of choice kept Daniel completely hidden below the neck. It was just chance that finally Vlad was seeing something that Daniel had obviously not felt like sharing with his girlfriend, or maybe something Daniel didn't even understand himself, being too busy saving the world and first getting into Sam, then getting over Sam to really research esoteric sex practices.
"No, this is a Situation." Vlad sighed loudly this time, hoping Daniel caught the emphasis. He clearly did, from the wince and the faintly guilty glance back at Vlad as though he'd been caught doing something very wrong. "Oh, don't look so dismayed, my boy." Daniel was no longer a boy, but the words rolled off the tongue almost too easily, with a new meaning that Vlad paused to taste and appreciate. "This is, really, to be expected."
"Yeah, maybe you get off on this kind of thing, it'd explain a lot, but I--!"
"Shh, no need to defend yourself," Vlad cut off Daniel's protest. "You're a man surrounded by stress. The very world looks to you as a leader, bordering on a protective god, and it has since you were... was it sixteen? And on top of all that weight, what relief do you get? When is it your turn for a vacation? The world always needs saving so long as there's someone around to save it, even though it went along perfectly well without us before somehow, and your family is right in the heart of the ghost-hunting, your poor ex-girlfriend was so enamoured with Phantom that she didn't give Fenton a chance to relax--"
"Leave Sam out of this!" Danny started straining against his bonds, moved fully from embarrassment to outrage. "This is none of your business, you pervert!"
"I'm not the one who's turned on by being tied to the Plasmius Ectostatic Filtrating Scanner," Vlad pointed out breezily. The erection had gone down, he noticed with a glance. He laid a gloved hand on Daniel's shoulder, despite Daniel's trying to pull away from the touch at first. "Now, listen, this wasn't what I was hoping for when I grabbed you today... but why did I grab you? Your ghost sense is as fine-tuned as mine, it was harder to capture you at age 14. Why did I take you here, why did you come here? The answer is that we have a mutual problem that neither of us wish to face. I, Vlad Plasmius, the world's most notorious villain, and you, Danny Phantom, the world's greatest hero. Both full-time jobs, really. No letting down the act for a moment since the cameras caught us both." They'd both given up their secret identities willingly, but he imagined Daniel also wished on occasions that he'd kept his cards closer to his chest. "Who else can understand you? And, you know, I believe I do. Here you can relax, because I could kill you, we both know it, and yet by now you also know I won't. And I can absorb myself in this. Petty villainy is fine, and the Ghost Zone offers more than enough stimulation for anyone's entertainment, but this is rather like the old days, don't you know, just a lab and some experiments and a bit of nice, vigorous fighting at the end. Simpler times, Daniel."
"You are a fruitloop." Daniel muttered, eyes averted again.
"I am right!" Vlad corrected with triumph. "You want to be in someone else's hands, don't you? All that weight of responsibility gone, in its place you as a happy victim."
"I am not a vic--"
"Very well, poorly chosen words, a happy prisoner," Vlad switched quickly before Daniel could become more angry. The young man was listening, and that was the most encouraging thing. He was only arguing over semantics.
Vlad was a murderer, a torturer, a thief, a manipulator, a liar, a coveter of other men's wives, a fanatic... but somehow, he'd never been a rapist. Years ago, he might have defended that as one of the proofs that he was not the villain Daniel liked to imagine him as, but now he was a bit more matured and had to admit to himself that it was more in his sexual wiring than in his moral backbone that he did not take sex by force when he was so willing to take anything else. He didn't like the idea of raping Maddie, even by possessing Jack during the act or some other 'victimless crime' method, any more than Skulker wished to hunt already crippled prey or than Walker would lock someone up without first finding (or inventing) a 'rule' they'd broken.
That made this situation complicated. Daniel's erection was back ("Having your secrets aired is a relief too, is it, dear boy?") and he was still trying to avoid looking at Vlad. Something was there. Was it consent? Was it not?
As Daniel kept his eyes averted, Vlad reached to the controls at the side of the table, subtly altering the nature of the bonds. They had been cranked up to maximum, with the forlorn hope of holding out against Daniel in a great deal of pain or rage, but now they were breakable if Daniel gave anything more than a token struggle. Daniel didn't have to know that, of course. Because that would ruin the poor young man's fantasy of helplessness, wouldn't it?
"That's going to affect the readings, you know. Oh, it probably has in the past, as well, now that I think of it." Vlad clicked his tongue scoldingly. "I'll have to go back and re-examine all my files to see where I need to compensate for this."
That had a wonderful effect, Daniel actually shuddered a bit and squeezed his eyes shut. So this had happened before, without Vlad's noticing? But Daniel was not pleasured here, he was tortured, sometimes putting little cracks in the ceiling with his Ghostly Wail despite the dampeners on his powers, almost always breaking free when pushed to his very limits. Those limits changed just like Vlad's bindings changed each time, stepping up in strength in response to each other. The world owed Vlad for giving their super boy some special training. Yet Daniel still had this kind of reaction at first? Yet Daniel still let Vlad take him on occasions, every few months, times when business for superheroism was a bit slower...
Are we growing a bit masochistic as well, little badger?
There was time to test that later. Now, as intrigued by the possibilities as he'd been annoyed by the interruption in schedule earlier, Vlad had other things in mind. The hand that had stayed on Daniel's shoulder began to slip down, across a chest that was well-defined somewhere between Plasmius's muscular width and the young Phantom's lithe build. The hero had aged well, more after his mother's build than his father's bulk. Putting aside all thoughts of Daniel's parentage for the moment, Vlad instead focused on Danny's expressions... confusion leading into horror.
"What are you--hey, no! Quit! Let go of me, you freak!"
Green sparks flew from Daniel's bonds as he jerked against them. A hand waiting on Daniel's stomach, feeling the muscles strain through the suit, Plasmius watched with held breath. Then he exhaled, and smirked, as Daniel went limp again, glaring at Vlad impotently while the weakened bonds remained in place, barely tested at all. Token struggle. It was dubious consent, perhaps, but for Vlad Plasmius it was consent enough.
He used both hands to pull down the bottom half of Daniel's suit, earning him first a terrified, gawking stare and then eyes squeezed shut in noble rebellion. Noble, token rebellion. Vlad was pleased to see that at least Daniel still wore something under that suit, a pair of plain blue silk boxers that reminded him of Fenton's eyes and that wouldn't look too bad were Daniel's costume to be tragically destroyed during a battle somehow. At least the boy had learned from old lessons. Without the pants, Daniel's source of distraction was even more throbbingly obvious, now straining for freedom as (Vlad imagined) Daniel's darker wishes were coming true. After all they two had shared, far be it for Vlad to deny Daniel what he needed. The boxers were pulled down too, and Daniel's erection rose fully to the occasion, already dripping precum on the tight stomach developed through years of superheroing.
Not too fast, not too slow. That theory of masochism could be tested later, if this test went well. Instead Vlad tortured Daniel with intricate care and delicacy, watching with a fascination even he was taken aback by as Daniel's face transformed again and again, now open-mouthed and green eyes wide with shocked pleasure, now teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut in endurance. The only thought Vlad gave to Daniel's parentage at last was that Daniel did not resemble his father or his mother--he resembled Danny Phantom, something astonishing that Vlad hadn't truly realized was there even after all these years. Danny did plead, although it was less sweet words calling for more and mostly cursing and whining noises and Plasmius's name, but all of those were sweet enough. There were a few 'no's in the lot, Plasmius noted, but the unknown safeword that he'd hidden in the cuffs remained untriggered. Daniel struggled but he didn't struggle. He begged, but he wasn't exactly clear on what he was begging for. When it was done, leaving the black of Danny's costume as well as Plasmius's gloves stained with white, the half-ghost on the table closed his eyes and let out a sigh that Plasmius would have bet his entire lost fortune was a sigh of satisfaction. Above both their heads, the Plasmius Ectostatic Filtrating Scanner waited patiently.
This was not a game Vlad had played before either, in all honesty, even if he thought he knew the basic rules. But there was a mess and it was at least worth trying... He held his hand to Daniel's face, and demanded in a firm tone, "Lick it clean."
Daniel opened his eyes, clearly startled, then grinned and bit Plasmius's hand as hard as he could.
Well, there'd be time to work on training later.

Had another chapter with some slightly more 'alternative' (er, kinky) stuff in works, if this goes over well. ^^ Thanks for reading!
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