Blood and Roses |Phan

Chapter Three

(Wow, I suck at posting. I'm really sorry about that. Has anyone seen Phan's new video? Are they even trying to hide it anymore?)

He couldn't believe what he'd just done.
Dan sat in their motel room, on one of the two beds. He could hear the shower running in the bathroom.
His mind stayed with that hunter, that older boy that Dan had fallen for. His eyes drifted to the steam coming from the bathroom door. All he could hear was water running, wetting the skin that Dan just wanted to touch, washing away all the soreness from his muscles.
A knock on the door startled Dan out of his thoughts.
Curiosity got the best of him, and he headed to the door, unable to look through the peephole since there wasn't one on this door. Dan opened the door slightly, to an attractive woman with a blonde bun and a navy blue suit.
The woman smiled kindly. "Hello, Daniel. Let's have a chat, shall we?"
Dan pulled out a knife that he kept in the waistband of his jeans. "Who are you?"
The woman huffed, swatting at the knife. "Put that thing away, you don't need it." She moved past Dan into the hotel room, and looked around. "Where's Phil?" She asked.
Dan squinted at her. Something didn't seem right. "Out," he said, gripping the handle tighter. "Why?"
The woman huffed and crossed her arms. "Do you not recognize me, Dan Howell?" Dan stared at her harder, trying to find resemblance in her features. "I guess not." She sighed, motion for Dan to sit with her at the small table. "Do you remember your third birthday?"
Dan squinted at her, taking his seat across from her, but still holding onto the knife. "Of course." He recalled the candles burning a little too long, and then him reaching across the cake and his shirt sleeve catching fire. "I almost died that day." He recalled. He focused back on the woman. "How did you know that?"
She smiled at him, and Dan felt a shiver go up his spine. "I'm the one who saved you, Daniel." She stood up suddenly, and Dan followed suit.
"Who are you?" He persisted. Her brown eyes weren't familiar to him, and her face was too hard and stern to be anyone he knew.
She pulled out an angel blade, and twisted it in her hands. Dan's hand reached for his own angel blade beside him.
"I'm Fate. And I've been sent with the orders of God to kill you."
She attempted to stab him, but Dan backed out of the way, tripping over a chair. Angel blade in hand he stood up, prepared to fight. Fate came for him again, and this time Dan was ready. He grabbed her arms and flipped her onto the floor, causing a loud bang. Dan glanced at the bathroom door, the shower stopped. Dan turned his attention back to Fate who was struggling to make it off the floor. Dan jumped on top of her, causing another loud thump. He grunted as he punched her right in the mouth, and she cried out in pain. He punched her in the nose, and she yelled out again.
Phil heard these noises from the bathroom, and wasn't sure what to make of them. Either there was a bad guy I the next room, or Dan was having some pretty wild sex.
He figured it wasn't the latter.
He burst end into the room, topless and with a knife stuck in the waistband of his jeans. He found Dan on top of a blue suited woman. Punching her in the face. As Phil watched, Dan beat her unconscious.
Dan looked up at Phil, a lump caught in his throat. Phil was a very, very sexy hunter, and he knew it. Dan shifted his eyes away, back to the woman, which definitely helped stop the bulge growing in his pants.
Phil noticed Dan getting uncomfortable, and shifted slightly.
"So, who is she?" Phil asked. He had the vaguest feeling he knew her, but he didn't know from where.
Dan stared at the woman. "This is Fate. She was sent on the order of God to kill me."
Phil shrugged, slightly confused as to why God would want his angel dead. "So, what are we going to do with her?" He redirected his thoughts to their current situation.
Dan sighed. "Pour a circle of holy oil, burn it, and keep her tied up inside." Dan glanced at Phil, and Phil nodded, preparing the holy oil.

Later that night, Dan lifted his shirt off of him. He needed to change, his shirt was covered in holy oil and ash and essentially everything he didn't want.
Phil came out from the bathroom. "She's still out cold." He said, glancing up at Dan. "You-" he stopped, taking in the picture of shirtless hunter Dan Howell. His eyes grazed over every inch, and every inch was more delightful than the last.
"Yeah, Phil?" Dan said, turning around. He noticed Phil's expression, and noted the bulge growing in his jeans.
Phil couldn't stop himself anymore.
He walked carefully over to Dan, and without even brushing him, whispered in his ear. "You know, you're just asking to be dealt with, looking like that." Dan shivered, feeling his own pants tighten.
Phil looked at Dan, and then grabbed his bare waist. He pushed Dan down into the bed, their lips connecting fast. Phil crawled on top of Dan, and their mouths connected in a fit of lust and longing.
"Hello?" Fate called, but the two just ignored her, too wrapped up in what they'd both wanted for so long.
Dan's heart raced. His arms wrapped around Phil's neck. The hunter couldn't help it- he pulled off Phil's shirt.
A long time later, they broke apart, both gasping for air. Neither said a word as Phil collapsed onto Dan's chest. Dan's arm went instinctively around Phil.
As a mass of two sweaty, tired bodies, they both fell asleep, Phil using Dan as a pillow, Dan using Phil as a teddybear. They both fell into a deep, deep sleep.
So deep, they didn't hear the sounds of footsteps right outside their bedroom window.