glory and gore ; phan

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a melancholic tranquility laced over the thick, nicotine-infused oxygen coating the rundown side of downtown vegas; the only sounds trickling through the air being the two boys' unevenly-paced footsteps and the faint choruses of dance music leaking through the murky alleys from a few dimly-lit streets away.

"what's this?" phil spoke quietly, his wiry fingers collapsed against his boyfriend's as they swung their arms lazily. the brunette boy exhaled deeply, a ghostly fog bleeding out from between his chapped lips as he breathed. "it's a place connor told me about, shithole used to be a gym," he replied reluctantly; skimming his stained fingertips over the cracked sign, faintly reading, 'wagner's gym.'

"hm," the ebony-haired boy hummed softly in response, a slight furrow between his eyebrows. "why are we here?" he questioned as dan began to lead him over the snowy sludge and cracked liquor bottles caking over the tainted cement. the chocolate-eyed boy paused before replying, hesitation tracing his hazed breath. his tremulous fingertips scaled along the wall until they pressed against a broken light switch, powering a flickering, yellow-tinged light. "to have a little fun."

phil wryly chuckled as his eyes scanned across the cerise-tinged ring and cracked pipes, "right." the brunette smirked as he cracked open a dented, scraped-grey locker, tossing a pair of ripped, crimson-stained boxing gloves to the raven-haired boy. "what am i supposed to do with these?" he scoffed, watching as the mocha-eyed boy climbed into the stained ring. "hit me," he grinned, putting his palms out in front of him.

phil quirked an eyebrow as he darkly chuckled, reluctantly skulking into the ring. "i'm not gonna hit you," he scoffed, earning a wry grunt from his boyfriend. "come on, we're sparring," dan nodded, the dark-haired boy rolling his eyes as he stepped closer to the brunette. "come on," the cocoa-eyed boy smirked, a taunting glint lurking behind his glossy irises. "hit me."

the smacking sound of the ripped glove colliding lazily against dan's palm echoed in the chilling, tiled gym as the brunette scoffed. "for fuck's sa-" he began, before staggering back a step when phil tauntingly punched his hand again. a smirk tempted to peak at the corners of the jet black-haired boy's split lips as he threw another sharp blow, feeling his heart speed up against his chest as dan began to move around the ring; dodging phil's desperation-caked punches.

"not bad," the brunette grinned, before swinging his fist towards the dark-haired boy's gloved knuckles. phil's eyes widened ever so slightly, before being replaced with a fiery glint of adrenaline as he sped up his blows; dodging dan's punches as they danced around the tainted ring. "you're not so bad yourself," phil panted as he landed a punch against dan's chest, causing him to stagger back a step as he smirked. the azure-eyed boy glinted hauntingly as he tossed the torn gloves out of the ring, raising his bare fists slyly in front of his chest.

dan skimmed his tongue over his blood-stained lips as he threw another punch, his bruised knuckles colliding against phil's ribs. the dark-haired boy exhaled sharply, his scraped fist digging into dan's stomach as the brunette stumbled back onto the chilled ground; phil landing on top of his sweaty body as heated pants bled out from between their lips in unbalanced unison.

"i know why you," the dark-haired boy said in a quiet voice, "why you do this now." dan quirked an eyebrow, "oh really?" phil nodded as he ran his trembling fingers through his dampened fringe. "y-yeah," he breathed, their lips mere inches apart as he painted. "the adrenaline," he spoke under his raspy breath, tracing shapes over dan's chest with his fingers as he inhaled, "the catharsis." he paused, "secretly you love this, do you even wanna go free?"

dan's breath hitched sharply as he attached his bruised lips to the ebony-haired boy's; crawling on top of him until his bucked hips straddled against him. phil's gentle fingertips skimmed along dan's sweat-dazzled skin as he peeled off the brunette's shirt; dan's tremulous fingers stumbling to unbutton phil's as neither of their hungry lips dared to break contact. "fuck," phil gasped sharply as dan began to grind his hips against his; earning a hitched moan to bleed from between his vibrating lips. the brunette threw his head back as he felt phil's teeth start to tug on his skin, sucking against his collarbones as he moaned. skin on skin, lips biting lips.

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|three months later|

the trickling of running water filled the nicotine-clouded apartment with white noise, a hazed cigarette held loosely between the ebony-haired boy's thin fingers. melancholic desperation caked over the thick oxygen in the twisted forms of the needle in phil's arm and the shattered bottle of vodka spilt across his blood-stained bathroom floor; his paced breathing hitching as his phone rang. his bloodshot eyes lurked to the side of the overflowing bathtub where the lit-up cracked screen laid, his tremulous fingers latching onto the phone as he reluctantly pressed answer.

"yes?" he muttered, his voice slurred from intoxication of cherry vodka and tear-stained misery. "i don't, i c-can't, phil, i can't," the familiar voice stammered hoarsely, choked out sobs sounding through the phone. "for fucks sake, what's wrong now?" phil snarled, his bitter tone quieting the sobs. "i'm at the bridge, a-and i don't know w-what to do," the voice stuttered, earning a hitched hesitation in phil's voice; the rage-injected misery behind his eyes flickering with empathy until he snapped. "and i'm about to drown myself, what's new?" he scoffed, the diminished light behind his blood-tinged irises disappearing.

"p-phil," the voice sobbed, clearing their hoarse throat apprehensively. "it wasn't supposed to end this way, i-it wasn't." the ebony-haired boy's eyes darted down to the sharp metal piercing his forearm as he swallowed the regretful anguish in his strained throat. "i don't know what soft shit you were expecting to happen when we did what we did," phil scoffed softly, his voice hoarse with the ghostly angst that coated his throat.

"after all, glory and gore go hand in hand."

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