A/N : I mentioned this idea forever ago to @reigningqueenofwords. I finally wrote it down.
Part 1 of A crazy of their own.
Looking up from the paper, her eyes pleaded with him. He shook his head, and she pouted more than she already had been, and let out a soft “hmph” as she bent back over the paper and signed her name on the line. His signature was already there.
“Sam-”
“No, Becky.” He shook his head again. “It’s over. It’s done.”
“But-” She looked up at him again. “We were so good together.”
Dean shuddered from where he stood, leaning against the wall. He was glad this nightmare was over. She shot him a glare as he began to speak. “Becky, you’re-”
“Too good for me.” Sam cut him off, and shot his brother a glare before turning back to her.
Her face softened slightly. “Really?”
He gave her a sweet smile and nodded. “Think about it, look at all the trouble you went to to show me how much you loved me.” Dean shuddered again, crossing his arms tighter across his chest. “I could never give you what you deserve. Not on that level. You’ve read the books, you know how much Dean and I die. You don’t deserve that.” He brushed her cheek softly. “You deserve so much better. Someone who can love you like you deserve. Someone just as wild and free as you.”
“Oh, Sam.” She blushed, eyes closed and leaning into his touch before it was gone. “I could live with it.” Her eyes opened, full of hope again. “Please, I could.”
“But I couldn’t. I’m sorry.” She began to pout again. “I think I might know someone who could, though. I think you’d like him.”
“If it’s Chuck-” She began, fire in her voice and a shake to her head.
Sam chuckled. “It’s not Chuck.”
“It’s not?” Dean looked confused, pushing himself off the wall. “Who else would put up with this kind of crazy?”
“Someone with a brand of crazy of his own.” Sam laughed. “You’ll love him.”
“Garth!?” Dean tried not to be too loud. “You’re dumping her crazy all over poor innocent Garth!?”
Sam smiled and looked over at Becky and Garth talking together at the diner table where the brothers had left them just moments before. “Thanks.” Sam smiled up at the waitress who put coffees down in front of them. “Yeah. Garth.”
The waitress moved from their table, to the one they had occupied just moments before and took orders. Dean shook his head. “I don’t know if you’re insane, or a fucking genius.” Dean chuckled.
Sam smiled and took a sip of his coffee. “Maybe a bit of both. It could work.”
“Down that coffee fast, Sammy. It’ll at the very least work long enough for us to get the hell out of dodge and put this wedding crap behind us.” Dean took a sip of his coffee. “If I never attend another wedding again, it’ll be too soon. Especially if she’s the bride.”
Dean drove as fast as he could. “Any idea who it was from yet, Sammy?”
“No, not a clue.” Sam was staring at the message on his phone. He couldn’t track the number, and that wasn’t a feeling he was use to.
“Did you get another one?”
“Nope. Just the one.” Earlier that morning, Sam had gotten a text. Co-ordinates, and a request to hurry and that fed suits were needed. “Obviously a hunter though, right? Must be someone in big trouble..”
“Better be, or they’ll be in big trouble for making me drive like this.” He grumbled, tearing around a corner. He winced as the tires squealed across the pavement. “Come on, Baby. I’ll take good care of you when we’re done..”
A church. That confused them further, so they grabbed as much as they could conceal on themselves. “This doesn’t fucking make sense…” Dean mumbled as he tucked his gun into place. “It’s a trap, it has to be a fucking trap. This doesn’t make any sense.”
They paused outside the door. “It is what it is. And we’re here. Ready?”
Dean nodded to his brother, and Sam pushed opened the door. Both brothers quietly and carefully stepped in, hands poised to grab their guns.
A single man stood in the middle of the isle. “You made it.” He smiled as he turned.
“Garth!?” Both brothers were confused, but Dean continued. “It was you!? What the hell is going on?”
“Sam!!” Sam turned just as a tiny body slammed against him and hugged him tight, earning a soft ‘Unf’ as he almost stumbled, having been taken off guard.
“Becky?” He looked down at the tiny blonde who clung to him.
“I told you they would come.” Garth grinned and pulled Dean into a hug.
“Blowing up in our face, Sammy. This is blowing up in our face right now.” He stood stiff. “What the hell is going on?”
“We got something to ask ya.” Garth smiled and let him go. “Be my best man?”
“What?” Dean stared at him.
“You’re the best friends I got, you two. Come on.”
“You’re-” Dean looked from Garth, to Becky still clinging to Sam and now smelling him. “You two? You’re-”
“Yep.” Garth grinned.
“You know she’s a little..” He moved his finger around his ear to signify crazy.
Garth laughed out loud. “Aren’t we all?”
“Uh.. I mean..” Dean looked to Sam who just shrugged. “Yeah, I guess yeah.. I’ll do it.” Garth’s face lit up, and he pulled Dean into another hug.
“Uh, Becky.. you can let go now..” Sam chuckled awkwardly.
“Only if you give me away.” She mumbled into his chest.
His eyes flicked to Dean who was still trapped in Garth’s embrace. Dean shrugged as best he could. “Sure, Becky. As long as you let go so I can breath again.” She squeezed tighter making him groan before she let go. “So, when’s the wedding?”
“Right now!” She grinned, giving Garth a soft kiss before hurrying off to a door off to the side. “I just need to get my dress on!”
“Girl moves quick.” Dean commented. “I take it it’s been a good two months?” He glanced to Garth.
“Very good.” Garth grinned, slapping Dean on the shoulder. “I can’t thank you guys enough for that call.”
“Don’t mention it. Ever.” Dean told him, making him laugh.
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Dean - @evyiione @soythedemonqueen @deanandsamsbitch @akshi8278
summary: dan and phil find themselves in the midst of an abduction one night, and when they're told they're being protected from a great war set to destroy the human race, all seems well, but is it?
a/n: im back bitches i lost my ability to write but im writing anyway because i can so fuck you and enjoy
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he's in the middle of a dream in which he's flying, his arms spread out as wings taking him high into the air and through the clouds. it's so vivid, he's almost convinced its real. he can feel the sun burning on his face and the grip of someone's hand in his own. he turns his head and smiling at him is phil, his neighbour and best friend since they were little, around when dan was four years old, to be precise.
the lester's had moved next door after the previous owners of the house had divorced, and quiet, isolated dan wasn't used to having friends in his hometown, mostly because it consisted of old people and scary teenagers looking to fight someone. the idea of someone as little as him only next door made him ecstatic, so when phil eventually arrived, the two became best friends instantly and it never changed after that. now dan's fourteen and phil's seventeen, they're completely inseparable and -
something jolts dan awake and he sits up, breathing heavily to try and collect himself. he leans across his bed to his side cabinet and picks up his iphone, yanking it out of the charger to hold it up to his face. he clicks the top button, squinting and letting out a small groan as the sudden light from the mobile nearly blinds him. he slowly reopens his eyes to read the time. 2:34. fuck.
he sighs, shuffling around to go back to sleep when something from outside catches his eye. a small, green light coming from his window and a noticeable buzzing sound makes him get up from his bed and move towards the source. he opens the window and leans out to see phil in the garden, staring at something above his head which dan can't quite make out from here.
"phil!" he whispers sharply so the boy can hear him. he doesn't turn around or acknowledge the call in any way, so dan tries again. "phil!"
everything in his body is telling him just go back to bed, it's nothing, but curiosity killed the cat and dan finds himself unlocking the back-door, running out into the garden to his fence, moving the loose panel and sliding through into the lester property. what he sees next makes him freeze on the spot, his jaws open and eyes wide. a large, metal disc in the air, spinning around and emitting a bright green light in a perfect circle on the ground, a circle which phil is slowly walking towards. it looks like a UFO, but it can't be a UFO because that's insane and aliens aren't real.
dan moves forward slightly. "phil," he tries, but the boy seems to be in a complete trance when one of his feet enter the green circle. he walks all the way into the light, and before dan's eyes he begins to rise up into the metal disc, just like in the movies to do with alien abduction.
dan does the only thing he can think to do at that moment, and runs into the light and grabs onto phil's leg to get him down. he feels himself being pulled up into the disc, and before he can even try to escape, something sharp is pushed into his neck and injected into his veins making everything fade to darkness.
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it's mostly a blur when he wakes up. it takes a while for him to come round and when he does he finds himself in a small, dark room. he can see phil on the other side where it's slightly lit, but he notices scattered bruises along the boy's neck and face. they're small and rounded, almost like lovebites. dan crawls over to take a closer look but he's stopped. his feet are in metal chains attached to the wall, keeping him from going anywhere too far. he tries to break them apart with little success. he looks back at phil, who still seems unconscious.
"phil, wake up." he whispers, crawling back to his side of the room to release the tightness on his ankles where the chains are. the boy groans, lifting his hands up to his face where he presses gently against the bruises and he whimpers at the pain. dan does the same to his own face, hissing at the same pain along his own neck and across his cheekbones.
"are you okay?" dan says a little louder, causing phil to jump and the chains to rattle loudly against his body. "no, no it's okay, it's me, don't panic." he says softly, and phil immediately calms at the familiar voice.
"dan?" he says, his voice weak. "yeah, it's me."
"where are we?"
"you tell me, you were the one in a trance last night." the older boy goes quiet for a little while. "what?"
dan moves forward again so he can make out phil's face a little bit better. "i looked out my window and you were walking towards a metal thing that looked like a spaceship. i tried to get you to stop but you were like, hypnotised, and i ran after you and it lifted us up and now we're here."
phil runs a hand through his hair, thinking for a moment until his face falls in realisation. dan exhales slowly, the anxiety radiating between the two of them. "what is it?"
"we've been abducted. we've been abducted by aliens." dan bites his lip to stifle a laugh. "don't be stupid, phil, obviously we haven't been abducted by aliens because -"
"because aliens aren't real?" phil cuts him off, finishing his sentence bitterly. he gets to his feet, walking slowly to test the length of his chains. his go a little further than dan's, far enough that he can see through a tiny, round window on one side of the room where the only source of light is coming from. when he looks out he freezes, staring wide eyed at whatever's outside. dan looks up at him, curious and confused as to what's out there. "what is it?" he asks, his voice hesitant.
"aliens aren't real, are they?" phil asks, for reassurance. dan shakes his head slowly, still unaware as to what his best friend is trying to get at.
"well if they aren't real, come and have a look at this." the fourteen-year-old gets up slowly, moving towards the window until his chains pull at his feet and he can't go any more. he goes on his tiptoes, only just able to see what's outside. the earth, a full view of the earth surrounded by an infinite darkness apart from hundreds of thousands of tiny white dots, lighting up the surroundings and the planet below. he see's the moon too, not too far away from where they are.
"oh my god," he murmurs. "we're in space."
"you're finally awake. i did wonder if you were going to wake up at all, but i had faith and i was correct." a posh voice interrupts the pair's discovery. a boy with white blonde hair and piercing blue eyes which shine despite the lack of light enters the dark room. he's wearing a grey suit and white tie to match his hair, a small smirk fixed on his face. "i see you've already identified where we are, which shortens our conversation somewhat."
dan goes to run forward but hes limited by the chains. who are you?" phil says warily, speaking for the both of them. the light-haired boy's smirk grows. "i am the ship's president, but you can call me peter."
"why the fuck have you brought us up here?" dan spits. phil grabs his shoulder and pushes him backwards against the wall. "you need to keep calm and keep quiet before you get us in trouble, yeah?" the younger boy nods and rolls his eyes. there's a reason phil's the older one.
peter walks further into the room and up to the miniscule window, a sad expression falling on his face as he looks out. "in the next few days, there'll be another great war. disaster will strike the entire earth and will most likely destroy all of it. around five-hundred teenagers have been brought up to this spacecraft overnight in order to protect and save the most valuable of the human race, so that our species will go on and not be completely eradicated by the stupidity of our own actions."
phil's face falls. "what about our families, our parents?!" he cries, lunging forward to peter who sticks an arm out, holding the seventeen-year-old in place. "we cannot guarantee they haven't been picked up by a separate spacecraft, but we cannot guarantee they've been saved either. i'm sorry, philip." he goes to walk back out of the room where two larger men, presumably guards are standing at the door with large guns in their hands and what looks like sunglasses covering their eyes.
"this can't be happening," dan whine, sinking to his knees on the ground.
"it is." peter says before he closes the door. "you will be released upon further notice now that you understand your purpose here. i'd make myself at home, you're going to be living on here for a while. the rest of your lives, to be precise."
summary: murderer!dan understands the true meaning of teaching
caution: smut
A/N: i hadnt written this in an awfully long while so if some of this is off from the rest of the story i highly apologise it shouldnt be though
i will write an epilogue because this chapter is mostly what happens between phan not really what happens in dans life afterwards so ill write an epilogue based on that for those of you who obsess over character personality
p.s shoutout to me for using the most cliche cringe quote at the end of the chapter enjoy that i spend lie 10 minutes on google
i will miss this fanfiction more than you know even though i neglected it so much
enjoy it and thank you so much for reading it - bec
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Phil's slightly wobbly on his feet, and Dan thinks it's because he hasn't walked much in a long time and so he's essentially forgotten the feeling. They make it to the shower and slowly, Dan strips Phil of his shirt, tossing it onto the floor in the corner of the large, white bathroom. The room is gorgeous, white tiles glimmering across the whole perimeter, and floral patterns carved into every fifth one. The pair stand awkwardly for a while until Phil lets out a sigh.
"It's cold," He mouths, bringing his arms up and hugging his skin, which seems almost transparent.
Dan smiles sadly. "Bath or shower?"
"Bath. Are you joining me?"
Dan scratches his scalp, biting at his bottom lip whilst he contemplates the offer. Phil's vulnerable in this state, and terribly desperate considering he'd seemingly been waiting for Dan to return since the moment he left. The temptation is strong though, and maybe slightly overpowering his conscience. Eventually, Dan nods, lifting his own shirt off his head and turning on the hot tap.
The steaming water fills the bath quickly, and when it reaches the top, Dan gets in first, fluttering his eyes shut as he lets the water splash against his skin, so hot he involuntarily moans. He hasn't had a bath in so long.
"Come on," He says once he's settled, holding his hand to Phil who's sitting on the edge of the bath, staring down at the water. He hesitantly takes Dan's hand, stepping slowly inside. His toes curl at the pleasant hot temperature of the water, and he sinks completely in, dipping his head under briefly. "This is so nice." He purrs.
Dan nods. "How long has it been since you properly washed?" Phil shrugs, looking down at his hands in the water.
"Everything went so wrong not long after you left. We lost track of where your dad was, where you were, and most of them were just giving up, quitting their jobs and going on to do other things because we'd been working on this for so long and we were getting nowhere. Dad was losing everything and so he came to find me. I wasn't doing much. He found me, told me to 'get my arse in gear and why was i being so useless?' so I told him. Said I was in love with you and didn't want to be a part of it anymore. "
"Fuck, Phil -" Dan hisses, floating forwards slightly to close the gap between them. "You could've gotten hurt!"
"I don't care! I didn't care... I'd seen him angry before, but not like that. I thought he was going to kill me. He almost did, but I got there first. When he was gone, I watched him for hours just lying there. I'd never felt such relief in my life, Dan. I was free. I was free to do whatever I wanted in life without him on my back, controlling me. I could love you and not feel like I was doing something wrong because of that." Phil sniffs, wiping his nose with his wrist. Dan catches it, interlocking their fingers.
"There's no one after me? After my father?"
"No one."
Dan sighs in relief, holding his breath and dipping his head under the water. He opens his eyes, and through the blur wraps his arms around Phil's waist. He feels him flinch, and then hears muffled laughter. He feels a hand on his hair, pushing him downwards gently until he finds his face next to Phil's crotch. He considers it for a second, but comes up from the water instead, desperately inhaling a large amount of air. He catches Phil's gaze, and it's impossible to miss the emotions swimming through a blue iris.
Dan has never been scared of anything except his father. He's a master at blocking everything threatening to come past his barriers, and that is how he stays fearless. Phil is in love with Dan, and Dan has never been more frightened.
Phil wraps his arms around Dan's neck, and Dan bites his lower lip. "I don't know how I can go from someone who loves nothing, to someone who loves."
Phil tilts his head, keeping eye contact. "You don't love me?"
"I - Phil,"
"It's okay." Dan can hear shakiness in Phil's voice and it pangs in his chest. An unfamiliar feeling.
"I don't know what love is, Phil. I can't put that word to a feeling and know what I'm talking about."
"But you said it." Phil says through gritted teeth. His arms are still stuck around Dan's neck, and their faces are so close.
Dan huffs out a laugh. "I said nothing."
"You implied it."
"I can't do it, alright!" Dan snaps, shifting backwards to the edge of the bath, breaking free from Phil's grasp. "Your dad may be dead, but it doesn't mean I'm suddenly going to turn normal. It doesn't mean I can change how I am. I'll never be normal, Phil. Please don't pretend you don't remember how I was when we first met. Manipulative, destructive. I used you for sex and tried to kill you afterwards. I would have done it. I would have killed you and left you there and not have thought about you afterwards. I. Can't. Change."
Phil's shaking, clear tears falling from his waterline and joining the water beneath them. He swims forward, never breaking eye contact even though Dan really wants to. "Maybe you would have done that if we didn't know each other, but we know each other, Dan. We looked after each other. We kissed like there was something there more than once. Please don't pretend you don't remember that."
Dan breaks the gaze, looking down to the water and scowling at his own reflection.
"How do you feel about me, Dan? You don't have to use that word. Use words you can use."
He thinks for a long time before he can come up with a reasonable answer. "Well, when I first saw you, I thought you were pretty, really attractive actually. When you turned up at the hospital that first time after my fall. I hated you then, but really I was happy to see you because I wanted to see your face again, and knowing it was still out there was slightly thrilling. I remember kissing you properly for the first time. I've never been into kissing, but that one was really enjoyable, and maybe when we had that I knew that you weren't just a target. You couldn't be that anymore."
Phil moves foward slowly, reaching Dan at the edge of the bathtub, re-wrapping his arms around the boy's neck and nuzzling his face against the tanner cheek. "Carry on." He whispers.
"When I thought you'd called the police on me, I wanted to kill you so badly, which made me want to fuck you. If you'd called the police I would've fucked and killed you in front of all of them." Phil giggles, running his hand along Dan's bare chest.
"Phil -" He tries, but Phil shushes him with his index finger, continuing his movements.
"We slept in the same bed one night. I'd never slept with anyone before and it was weird but it was nice. I liked that it was with you, but I didn't like that I liked that so I pushed you away, and the more I pushed you away, the more I wanted you to come back. I betrayed you when I lied about my father, and you betrayed me when you shot me in the fucking arm, but the thing is, I wouldn't trade that. I don't want to trade that. I'm - I'm glad you got away that night."
He leans forward hesitantly, placing his hands on Phil's waist and pulling him forward so their lips connect. Phil's hands move from Dan's neck to his hair, pulling at clumps as the kiss grows deeper. It's so right, and Dan can feel himself growing hotter under Phil's slight touches.
"I love -" Phil pants between kisses. "- you, too." Dan makes an involuntary moaning sound from deep in his throat, and Phil giggles, pushing his tongue deeper into Dan's mouth. He runs his hand up and down Dan's chest, slowly moving lower until his fingers begin to graze boxers.
"Why did you come in here with these?" Phil asks as he breaks off the kiss, attempting to tug them downwards until Dan grabs at his wrists, stopping him.
He sighs, pulling himself up so he's sitting on the edge of the bath, only his legs swinging underneath the warmth. "I think we're clean now." He murmurs, going to swing his legs over the tub but he's restricted by Phil clinging to him.
"Where are you going? Don't." He pleads with a high-pitched, desperate tone. Dan bites his lip and leans forward, pressing his lips against Phil's forehead and damp black hair before freeing his legs, swinging them over the bath and picking up a towel from the rack in the corner of the room. He's quick to close the door of the bathroom when the towel is hanging off his waist.
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It's not that he doesn't want to, he thinks, because part of him really would want nothing more right now, but he can't, he can't, he can't because he never has and when he does it, he has to finish it. The two come hand in hand in Dan's mind and he doesn't know if it's possible to separate them. He sits on the bed with his head in his hands, thinking of nothing as he anxiously waits for Phil to come out of the bathroom. It's eleven minutes later when he does, not that Dan was counting.
When he comes out from the bathroom, Phil says nothing at first, starting to dry himself off and shake his head to rid the water from his hair. Dan can already see he looks better now that he's clean, but the sadness on his face can't be avoided as much as Dan tries to.
"Listen, Phil." He tries.
Phil cuts him off. "Unless you're going to say something useful, I'd suggest keeping yourself to yourself. You don't seem to have a problem with that most of the time."
Dan scowls. "You know that's not fair."
"Isn't it?"
"No, it's not." His voice grows louder and he stands up, his eyes locked with Phil's.
"I don't see what is so difficult about admitting that you want me. You wanted me in the first place, so why can't you want me now?"
Dan hits at the wall nearest him. "It's not fucking easy, Phil. When I wanted you before, I wanted you because I wanted to kill you afterwards. I don't fuck people for enjoyment, I fuck them because that's my way of testing their vulnerability and strength. I've never had sex with someone without hurting them afterwards!"
"Apart from me?" Phil asks quietly.
Dan breathes. "Apart from you, but that wasn't my choice. You left."
There had been one time. A time when Dan had fucked someone and not killed them afterwards. When he was nineteen, in a bar at three in the morning. A man about twenty-two had come along, bought him a few drinks and then they were fucking just outside the back of the bar. It was dirty, Dan hated most of it but he was too drunk to admit it to himself at the time. He passed out afterwards, not for long, but enough time for the man to walk away as if nothing had happened and steal Dan's credit card. He wouldn't admit this to Phil, though. It's not for him to know.
"I don't think you'll hurt me." Phil announces after a long silence.
"You don't know that. I don't know that." Dan mumbles.
"We won't know unless we try."
"And if we try and I do hurt you, then what? You can't exactly take murder back, Phil. Don't you think both of us would have by now if you could?"
Phil says nothing for a few minutes. "You love me."
"What?"
"You love me. You do. I know you do. I trust you, and you need to trust me that it will be different this time. You won't want to kill me and you won't do it." Phil walks slowly over to where Dan is on the bed, kneeling down and kissing him softly.
"...I just don't know." Dan whispers.
"Trust me." Phil whispers in reply, leaning forward and kissing at Dan's neck, gently sucking and nibbling until he can feel Dan becoming more comfortable, and then he sucks enough to leave a mark. Dan's breathing hitches, and his hand comes up to hold onto Phil's hair, pulling it up and moving his lips to his own. They kiss so gently, never threatening to break apart, only move and part slightly so their tongues have space to enter. Phil gets up from his kneeling position, standing up and pushing Dan back onto the bed, still connected. They begin to move more, Phil's hands starting to gently caress different parts of Dan's body. His fingers lock around brown curls, and then move down the neck, to the chest, and gradually lower until he's trailing up Dan's inner thigh. Dan flinches, tensing up again.
"It's okay, you're okay." Phil whispers against his lips, bringing his hand back up to Dan's face, cupping his cheek and pecking him on the lips slowly, lingering. Not breaking eye contact, Phil moves his hand back down to Dan's boxers, ever so slowly tugging them down until they're completely off.
Dan gulps. "Phil," He tries.
"I love you. I won't hurt you." Phil promises.
"That's not what I'm worried about." Dan rolls his eyes, and Phil giggles.
"You won't hurt me either. Trust me."
He reconnects their lips, continuing with trailing his fingers up and down Dan's thighs, quickly dipping down to kiss a trail up them too. He moves his hand to Dan's dick, gently wrapping his hand around it and starting to stroke softly. Subtle movements at first, and then he builds it up. After a few minutes he's stroking at a steady pace, and small, high-pitched moans are falling from Dan's mouth.
"Don't do too much of that." He pleads, wrapping his own hand around Phil's and gently tugging it free from himself.
"You want me to make love to you?" Phil asks casually, leaning over a draw and taking out a condom and a small bottle of lube. Dan doesn't know how he knew they were in there.
"Make love to me?"
"Yes. Make love to you." Phil confirms. Dan stares at him blankly.
"I've never -"
"There's a lot of firsts tonight." Phil says, leaning forward and kissing Dan's cheek. "You trust me?"
He nods and Phil kisses him again. They're still laying on the bed, Phil on top of Dan with his legs either side of his body. He slowly moves his fingers downwards until they reach Dan's entrance, and he hovers before pushing one in.
"I have to stretch you. Trust me?" He whispers.
Dan huffs out a laugh. "I've never been stretched in my life. I didn't stretch people either."
"You stretched me." Phil says, his voice quiet. Dan simply smiles.
He slowly pushes a finger in, giving Dan time to get use to it before he adds another, gently moving them in and out of his body. Eventually, the boy starts to let out moans.
"This alright?"
"Add another. Hurry up." Dan purrs, beginning to rock down to Phil's movements. He adds a third finger, gently scissoring until Dan's stretched enough, and then he removes them all.
He grabs at the lube, pouring too much out onto his hand and accidentally dripping some onto Dan's chest.
"You idiot. That's cold."
Phil blushes, embarrassed. "Sorry." He leans down and licks a strip off Dan's chest, mixing it around in his mouth before licking the excess away. Dan furrows a brow.
"Cherry." He informs.
He puts the rest of the lube on himself, stroking his dick quickly to spread it out before lining himself up at Dan's entrance. Their gaze remains locked, and Phil looks to him for assurance, receiving nothing.
"You alright?" He asks. Dan remains frozen, his eyes only following Phil's when they move.
"I'm...Scared." He manages, his voice barely audible. Phil smiles sadly, leaning down and kissing him softly for comfort. Using one hand to support himself, he uses the other hand to find Dan's, interlocking their fingers. He squeezes tightly, which seems to reassure him because the hint of a smile runs across his mouth and he squeezes back.
"Trust me." Phil whispers, and then slowly begins to push himself in, stopping every couple of seconds to make sure Dan's okay. His face is wrinkled and his hand is squeezing so hard it's making Phil's turn purple, but he nods to carry on. When he's all the way in, Phil stops.
"Move." Dan mumbles. His face still wrinkled as if in pain.
"Are you sure? You don't really look like you want me to -"
"Fucking move, Phil. Now."
He nods and pulls out slightly, building up a steady pace, and then he moves faster. Dan begins to moan, over time growing louder. He throws his head back, hitting it on the bed accidentally.
Phil gaps, stopping his movements. "Shit. You okay?"
Dan chuckles, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand and nodding. "I'm good. Keep going. Also kiss me."
Phil leans down and connects their lips, restarting his movements. He rocks into Dan faster now, and he knows he's found his prostate when Dan breaks off the kiss to moan loudly.
"Do that again." He growls, and Phil does. He pushes into him forcefully, making sure he hits the spot every time. Dan yells in pleasure and Phil kisses him again roughly, his tongue following straight after.
"I'm - I'm gonna cum soon." Dan announces, moving down in sync with Phil's movements, his whole face covered in a sheet of sweat.
"Me too." Phil breathes, increasing the speed of his movements so he can hit Dan's prostate again.
"Fuck - Phil, Phil shit -" Dan shouts, stroking himself quickly untl he releases over their chests. Phil soon follows, calling Dan's name and pulling him up by the hair, kissing him deeply.
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"Please don't go to sleep."
Phil rolls over in the bed, his brows furrowed. "Dan, I'm tired."
"Just please don't fucking go to sleep."
"I'll try." He shrugs, followed by a large yawn. Two minutes later, he's rolled over and asleep.
Dan gets up and sits on the edge of the bed, his foot tapping against the floor repeatedly. He clenches his fists, biting at his lower lip so hard he starts bleeding. "Fuck." He hisses, jumping up and running to the bathroom, checking himself in the mirror. He licks at the small bite wounds on his lip, attempting to stop the small holes from bleeding. Suddenly, in the corner of his eye he sees a pair of scissors hanging off the edge of the cupboard. He walks over, picking up the blades and moving them around in his hands, observing them closely.
He could. He could do it now, quickly and easily. It would finish all of this and he could go back home to his family. Be the teacher he knows he is. Dan walks outside to the bedroom, and to his surprise Phil is still there, fast asleep on his side of the bed. Dan slowly walks forward with the scissors held downwards, tightly gripped by his hand. He reaches where Phil is, and holds the blades up high.
Something in his brain screams out no, and he doesn't know where it's from. He tries not to listen but the voice grows louder, more intense, screaming so loud that his head starts to pound, screaming for him to stop. He doesn't want this. He's not like this. Phil's different. He doesn't want to kill him. He loves him.
"No!" Dan screams out, startling and waking a confused Phil, who turns around from his sleep. He freezes when he sees the scissors above his head, and opens his mouth to speak but doesn't say anything. Dan looks down. He's shaking violently, the scissors still in his hands. Slowly, he breathes out.
"Take them," He mouths, and Phil sits up quickly, removing the scissors from Dan's hands and throwing them across the room to the other side. He kneels next to Dan, pulling him into an embrace and Dan almost collapses into him, choking noises escaping from his lips.
"It's alright. It's alright." Phil repeats, rocking them back and forth gently.
"I was going to do it," Dan whispers in monotone. "For a second I thought, why fucking not? This is what I do."
"You didn't. You don't anymore."
"Something inside of me clicked, told me not to. It told me -" Dan stops, and Phil grabs his hands to squeeze them tightly.
"What did it say?"
"I love you."
Phil freezes, closing his eyes briefly before reopening them. Dan's eyes are wide, and he looks and feels so vulnerable. It's alien, it's a new feeling and makes him feel sick, but he doesn't mind.
Phil eventually speaks. "Do you?"
"I - I think so." Dan admits, finally exhaling.
Phil lunges forward unexpectedly, pressing their lips together in a passionate, lingering kiss. "I. love. you. too." He whispers between kisses, and they fall back on the bed in an embraced heap, kissing until they're too exhausted to keep their eyes open.
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Dan wakes the next morning in an empty bed, but only a note left behind.
"Gone to breakfast, didn't want to wake you. - Phil x P.s. turn this over"
Dan smiles, turning over the card to find a single quote written in italic writing.
"The object of education is to teach us to love what is beautiful. - Plato"
Preview: Dan applies for a job, and meets Phil, an attractive boy who works there already. They talk briefly, and agree that if fate brings them together again, it’s meant to be. Will it do so, or will it keep them apart?
preview: “Dan Howell isn’t human. He’s not sure what he is, all he knows is he’s destined to kill Phil Lester, “The chosen one” and his arch enemy. That is, until he meets the boy, and his human feelings cause him to take an unfortunate turn.”
Preview: Phil wakes up one morning to find Dan gone. But he’s not just gone, all evidence he ever existed, videos, pictures, possessions are all gone too. Some of Phil’s videos mentioning him are still intact, but everyone is convinced that ‘Dan’ is just a character Phil made up. Now, he has to go on a mission to find his best friend and figure out what happened.
