Freshmen Year

Pairing: DashxDanny

Warnings: Homosexual relationships. Main DP characters of the story are in their freshmen year of college, ranging between 18 and 19 years of age. Except in the prologue where they are still seniors in high school. Nudity. Violence. Foul language. Death.

Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is a product of Nickelodeon. All characters in this story are imaginary.

Summary: Danny embarks on his freshmen year of college and makes some new discoveries about old enemies and himself.

Originally Written: June 2004-October 2004

Note: This story was originally titled "Yearbook Signing," but I felt it didn't really fit the story.

Prologue

Dash walked down the hallway, shaking his aching hand. One thing he hated about the end of the year was yearbook signing. After the first hundred, he had lost count of how many people approached him to have their yearbook signed, but he kept all the signings short and never varied the message. Dear (insert the yearbook owner's name), have a great summer. Dash Baxter. He had signed everyone's yearbook this way for years. Yet they still came to him every year and asked him to sign their yearbooks. And people thought he was dense? He didn't care about them or their stupid yearbooks. They came to him, most of them blushing, giggling, shy, or stuttering, as they asked for him to sign their yearbooks. It was like they thought of him as a celebrity. Though being the star player of their school's football team, the Casper Ravens, perhaps he was a celebrity to them. And for some reason, he couldn't say no to them. He considered skipping school to avoid this, but that wouldn't look good on his record. Even if this was his senior year, he knew his father would lecture him for hours about skipping.

Sighing, Dash stopped before his locker to clear out all the clutter from the year and maybe find those missing textbooks he lost at the beginning of the year. He was sure his teachers would be thrilled to have them back. As he started to turn the lock, something lying on the floor caught his eye. He stooped down and picked up the thick, leather-bound book. Someone had dropped their yearbook? Dash opened the yearbook and found the owner's name printed on a label in the left hand corner of the cover. Daniel Fenton. The yearbook belonged to Fenton? A small smile twitched at Dash's lips. He might have to make an exception to what he wrote in yearbooks. Sitting on the ground, Dash pulled out a pen and began writing a short message to Danny.

Meanwhile, Danny growled as he searched the remaining junk in his locker. He could have grabbed a trash can and emptied out everything still left in the locker into the garbage. But he felt too lazy to do that at the moment. How could he have lost his yearbook?

"As much fun as it is to watch you look for your yearbook, Danny, I have relatives flying in for graduation, and they arrive today," Sam announced to her friends.

"Yeah, I gotta go too, Danny," Tucker said.

"I never said you had to stay," Danny replied, continuing his search. "Go on ahead. I'll see you later." Danny waved to his friends as they walked down the hallway. Then he glared into his locker, and it mocked him by spewing out some of the junk inside it at Danny's feet. He thought he had left the yearbook in his locker. So why was his yearbook not in there?

Straightening his stance, Danny scratched the back of his head. He was about ready to give up his search when he felt warm breath washing over his neck. He turned around to find the shock of his life when he saw Dash standing right behind him. His eyes grew wide, and he jumped back into the locker. Losing his balance, Danny landed on his butt inside the locker, feeling - okay, he wasn't exactly sure what that was, but it was gooey and now splattered over the back of his jeans.

"I've got something you want, Fenton," Dash stated, the tone in his voice less harsh than normal making Danny curious about what Dash could possibly have that he wanted. He grabbed Danny by the front of the shirt and hoisted him out of the locker. The few remaining people in the hallways watched as Dash dragged Danny away, most wondering just what Dash had planned for the shorter raven haired teen. A going away beating, no doubt, Danny thought with a mental sigh.

"Come on, Dash. I haven't done anything," Danny complained as Dash threw him into one of the classrooms. He winced when his back slammed into the teacher's desk. Dash walked over to him in his most intimidating way. Nervousness overflowed in Danny as the blond jock placed his hands on the desk on either side of his body, trapping Danny so he couldn't escape. "You said you had something I wanted," Danny mumbled, stumbling over his words.

"Yeah, I do," Dash answered with a nod, a smirk playing on his face.

Dash leaned over Danny as he reached for something behind Danny's back. He slipped a leg between Danny's legs, forcing them apart. Danny held his breath as his heart pounded loudly in his chest. His eyes clamped shut when he felt Dash's breath blowing in his ear. Just what was Dash planning to do to him? The jock placed his other hand on Danny's hip and leaned farther in, closing the gap between him and his prisoner. The mixture of sweat, leather, and really cheap cologne met with Danny's nose, traveled down his trachea, and filled his lungs, making him dizzy from Dash's scent. When his pants started to grow tight, Danny felt his heart sink to the pit of his stomach and hoped that Dash couldn't feel it pressing into his thigh.

Suddenly, Dash pulled away and thrust something hard against Danny's chest. Opening his eyes, Danny looked down to find his yearbook. He looked back up at Dash, questioning the jock silently with his eyes, as confusion crossed his face.

"I found your yearbook on the floor. What did you think I wanted to give you?" Dash snorted before leaving the classroom.

Danny collapsed to his knees, releasing a heavy sigh. The yearbook fell from his hands, opening to a page near the back. Danny blinked at the page. Someone else had signed his yearbook? Both Sam and Tucker had signed his book at the front, and no one else in the entire school would even care to sign his book. Picking up the yearbook again, Danny read over the words scrolled out in a script near unreadable.

Danny Fenton,

I know how disappointed you are that our time together has come to an end, but I have some good news for you. I just received my information packet from Casper U yesterday. Turns out you and I are going to be dorm mates.

Dash Baxter.

A whimper escaped Danny, and he banged his head against the yearbook's hard cover. He thought he was finally free of Dash's torment.