I made this fic back in 2019 for my beta, inspired by a couple of videos of Gianluca Vacchi where he dances to the rythm of ''Mordidita'' by Ricky Martin and ''Lento'' by N-Fasis.

Someone here asked for a translation of the second part 'Baby' but that one doesn't make sense without this one, so here we are

Cr. to the art of the cover goes to Starrforge (X/Twitter, previously Promsienn)

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Sugar

On an ordinary day, Danny is usually distracted—or rather, more focused on studying and fighting ghosts than on the general gossip that circulates around school. However, even he can't be so oblivious as to not notice the majority of the female population gathered in small groups that morning, giggling under their breath with their phones in hand. As Tucker, Sam, and he walk through the hallways, it becomes increasingly clear that all the girls are thrilled, to say the least, about whatever it is they're watching on their phones. Even Paulina is among the groups, blushing like the rest. When Danny notices that even some teachers seem giddy and are laughing like silly teenagers, his curiosity gets the better of him.

"Any idea what's going on?" he asks, glancing at his friends and noting Sam's annoyed expression as she crosses her arms and rolls her eyes.

"Ugh, it's probably that video everyone's talking about," she replies exasperatedly.

"Video?" Danny looks at her, confused, before turning his attention to Tucker, hoping he might offer something more helpful than irritated looks and exasperated sighs.

"Well," Tucker begins, adjusting his glasses with an amused smile as he pulls out his phone, "lately, Vlad seems to have discovered the wonders of social media. He's been posting photos and videos of his travels. The latest one went viral in minutes."

Before Danny can ask what the heck Tucker is talking about, his friend hands him his phone, already opened to an Instagram account. Danny blinks, surprised to see the name on the account, accompanied by a photo of Vlad in his usual suit—minus the tie—and sunglasses, standing on a beach in who-knows-where. Curious, Danny scrolls through the profile until he finds the video Tucker mentioned. It's not hard to spot since it has the most views and likes of anything the man has posted.

As soon as the video starts, the first thing that catches Danny's attention is Vlad, his hair tied back in a low ponytail and his skin a shade darker from the sun, dressed simply in a black sarong wrapped around his hips and a pair of dark sunglasses. Next to him is a young woman in a sequined black bikini. Both are dancing to the rhythm of a Spanish song Danny's never heard before, their movements mirroring each other as they sway their hips suggestively in perfect sync.

The second thing that stands out, of course, is the fact that Vlad is with a woman who is clearly a model. And the third thing? Their movements. Without realizing it, Danny watches the video on repeat, his eyes trailing over Vlad's body until Tucker finally snatches the phone out of his hands.

"And that's what's got all the girls," Tucker glances at the group of teachers, "and women worked up. Nothing special."

"Nothing special?!" Sam protests, throwing her arms in the air. "It's disgusting! He's an older man embarrassing himself online for the whole world to see, and all the girls can focus on is... that!" She gestures vaguely at the image of Vlad's video still playing on Tucker's phone.

"Well," Danny clears his throat, hoping the blush on his cheeks is from shock and not something else, "at least it looks like he's finally over Mom."

Without waiting for a response, he turns and walks toward his classroom, telling himself that the rapid beating of his heart is just excitement over Vlad not bothering his mom anymore, the flush in his cheeks is because of the model's sensuality, and the other sensations in his body are from secondhand embarrassment. That's definitely much easier than admitting the video stirred feelings in him that not even Paulina ever has.

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After the video incident, driven by curiosity, Danny decided to create an Instagram account. This time, it was to keep an eye on Vlad because surely, the man must have some evil plan, right? What other reason could he possibly have for posting content on social media?

It took Danny days to settle on a name that would let him fly under Vlad's radar. He finally decided to use the first superhero name he'd been given, though modified—after all, it would look pretty weird if a guy started following him, right? And so, his account, "Inviso Girl," was born, and he immediately followed Vlad.

From that day on, Danny would occasionally check Vlad's account, waiting for the man's next evil move. But Vlad did nothing more than post photos from his business trips, pictures with models at parties in various Caribbean countries, or boring shots from work dinners as Mayor. Nothing interesting or scandalous—so far.

One random day, bored in his room with nothing to do since he'd finished all his homework, Danny lay on his bed with his feet propped against the wall and his head hanging off the edge, idly playing on his phone. He was engrossed in reading some new NASA updates when a notification popped up: Vlad had updated his Story.

Curious, Danny flipped over on his bed, propped himself up, and opened the notification. In the video, Vlad was working in a room that wasn't part of the mansion, alongside his secretary, who was eating something as she worked. Whoever was filming slowly approached Vlad as he signed some papers. Once the camera was by his side, Vlad removed his glasses, said something to the camera in Spanish, and then stood up and began to dance.

Danny felt his mouth go dry as he abruptly knelt on the bed, his eyes glued to the screen. Vlad's movements, starting with subtle sways of his hips and hands, gradually became more suggestive. Danny glanced toward his door to ensure it was fully shut before returning his gaze to his phone, heat rising to his face as the movements grew increasingly sensual and explicit, even though he couldn't understand a word of the song.

The first time this happened, Danny convinced himself that his body's reactions were due to something else. But now, with Vlad the sole focus of the video, he wasn't so sure. Swallowing hard, he felt the dryness in his mouth replaced by saliva, and a shiver ran through him as all the blood seemed to rush south, making him uncomfortable in his clothes. Pressing his legs together in embarrassment, he couldn't stop himself from replaying the video over and over.

Until this moment, Danny had never really stopped to think about his development as a teenager, with all the hormonal changes that came with it. He'd been too preoccupied with studying or fighting ghosts. He'd simply assumed his attraction to Paulina and obsession with her was what he wanted, even though over the years, he'd lost all interest in her—or any other girl, for that matter—and chalked it up to his hectic hero life. But seeing this new side of Vlad made him question that. No, it made him realize that wasn't the case.

Quickly, he scrolled back to the first video he'd seen—the one with the model—and pressed his hand firmly against his lap when the discomfort intensified as he consciously took in Vlad's muscular, toned body. Swallowing hard, he inhaled deeply.

Well, he thought, it's very possible he's just discovered his sexuality in full. And, more importantly, it's very, very possible that he's attracted to Vlad Masters. Now the question is, what's he going to do about it?