Phan Oneshots

Kidnapped

Phil's POV

Dan. He was gone, kidnapped, and finally, twenty four dammed hours later, I called the police. Now, they were on the case, and were extremely close to finding him. They knew the man that most likely took him, an where he lived, so they put me in the back of a police car, and we were making our way to the kidnapper's home, where I prayed to God that's where Dan was.

Dan's POV

I shook in fear as he licked his lips, staring at my crotch. It happened before when he first found me, and it was happening again. I screamed and thrashed, trying to fight him but I just couldn't anymore, and became weak. I burned too much steam off too quickly.
"That's better baby boy. Now you're all Daddy's." "No one calls me Baby Boy but Phil!" I screamed. "Haha, Phil won't ever find you, don't worry, though, 'cause I'll be here." he kissed me, but I pulled away, shoving him off of me as well. "Fine, baby boy. You've broken the rules, and now you get a punishment." he grabbed my wrists and held them over my head, pushing me into a wall. He stripped me of my shirt, then tied my hands together above my head.

He threw me on the bed, kissing down my bare chest. "No no no no!" I screamed, trying to kick him off of me. "Baby boy, stop breaking the rules, and you won't be punished." he said, annoyed, and tied my legs to the end of his bed, and my hands to the headboard. He took a cloth, and wrapped it around my mouth. I screamed, and thrashed around, which only made him laugh. "That's it baby boy. Move just like that." he laughed, and began grinding on me.

I gave up and just started crying. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, just please let me go!" I tried to scream, but it came out muffled.

Then, I heard sirens. Police sirens. My eyes lit up, while his became cold and panicked.

He ripped me off the bed, and grabbed me by the hair, dragging me into his basement. He found the dog cage, and threw me in. He usually kept me in here, or his room for the past twenty four hours or so. "Don't make a noise." he demanded, and cuffed my hands to the sides of the cages so I was on my knees, with my arms dangling from the roof of the cage.

I knew I was going to be rescued none the less. I hope Phil's with them.
He put the blindfold on me, and I could hear him leave, running up the stairs.
I shook in terror as I heard screams and gunshots from upstairs.
"Find the boy!" I heard an officer scream. I started shaking the cage, screaming as loudly as I could in hopes that they would hear me. "There. In the basement, I can hear someone!" A woman screamed, and I heard the basement door open. I continuously screamed and shook the cage until I heard a gun cock, in which then I froze.
"Found him!" The woman from before screamed, and I heard her click her gun away. She unlocked the cage, and took my blindfold off. Though, I was happy to see someone, right now all I wanted to see were those two big, loving, protective, piercing blue eyes.

I crawled back into the corner of the dog cage as far as I could, but she reached in anyways. She took the second cloth off o my mouth. "Come here, you're safe with us." She said, giving me a friendly smile. I shook my head frantically, "I want Phil." She un-cuffed me, and called out, "It's clear. Get Phil."

Soon, what felt like millions of people, ran downstairs, and with everyone around me, I started to cry, and have a panic attack.

"Dan!" I heard that lovely voice. I looked up, and across the room was Phil. I pushed the lady aside, and jumped out of the cage at full speed, right into his arms.

I cried and cried, while Phil 'shh'ed in my ear, rubbing small circles in my back.

None the less, I continued to cry until the police insisted that we got home. Even on the car ride there, after I had my shirt back and everything, Phil held me close, not letting me go for a second.

When we got home, Phil held me in his arms and whispered sweet nothings to me for nearly an hour.

"God, you look tired as hell. And hungry too." he hugged me, and kissed me all over my face, in which I smiled slightly back. I just looked up at him and nodded, frowning again as the mental pictures of that man fluffed back into my mind.

He made me some tea and got me some crackers (because I didn't feel like eating too much). Then he got me into bed.

He wrapped his arms around me protectively, and had made sure he locked all the doors in the house.
We just stayed there for nearly a week, in my bed, and he protected me for the rest of time, almost never letting me out of his sight, and I was thankful for that.