dark devil ; phan sequel

vi; leave my richard alone

vi; leave my richard alone

"My friends are the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. When you take them away, it doesn't feel quite right anymore."

― Unknown

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Benji didn't come home that night, and while Phil was curious, he couldn't blame the guy. He heard that this time, Benji had dealt with the so-called Dark Devil, and his hand had gotten so burnt that someone had been forced to stay with him at all times. Dick offered, and while Phil was a little fucking hesitant because the guy had tried to touch Benji, he allowed it to pass by. 

"Do you think..." Dan whispered against Phil's bare back, because it was late and they were in bed, "Do you think they're gonna date?" He was trailing his fingers along the ridges across Phil's spine, across the tattoo of a phoenix spreading it's wings along his shoulder blades, of a Fall Out Boy song written under it, something about changing and phoenixes. "I'm gonna change you..." Dan began, and he waited, because he knew his boyfriend so well.

"Like a remix, then I'll raise you, like a phoenix." Phil continued, rolled over and tapped his thumb against Dan's nose. "What's got you talking at three in the morning?" Usually, his boyfriend would either be scrolling his phone, out watching television in silence or sleeping, but now, now he felt like talking, and Phil didn't know how to deal with that. Late night talks always made him feel vulnerable, even if him and Benji had learned a lot about each other sitting on the roof of the abandoned house his best friend called home. His thumb moved to skid against Dan's cheek, feeling the warmth under the skin, the flush that rose from his neck to his cheeks, like rose petals scattered across his skin. 

"I... Don't know." Dan admitted, rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. "I don't know. I'm worried about your friend. We've kind of lived together for three years, so... If... If Dick makes him leave forever, I'm not sure how my life will feel."

Phil's eyebrows pulled together almost sadly at the thought, but he reached one arm out and wrapped it around Dan. "Hey," He said, "What if we go out into the city for old time's sake? Just wander for a while, you know? Get a grasp of the people again." He watched his boyfriend's eyes meet his in the dark before he got onto his knees, leaned over him and pressed their lips together softly. There wasn't anything rough, no nails on skin or anything, but there was both of them together, intimate in such a simple way. 

"I'd like that." Dan whispered, and so they did.

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Benji stood near the window of Dick Karter's apartment, hands on the ledge beside a cactus plant the detective apparently had. He was letting music play from his phone because Dick was in the shower, and right now, it had skipped right to the song that always made him sad, not because of the tone, but if he really thought about the lyrics. "We could be immortals," He whispered, "Just not for long." The minute his voice dropped was the minute the door opened, and Dick was back to whistling. After pausing the song, Benji tossed a look over his shoulder to where Dick was, typing on his phone while attempting to whistle Over The Rainbow.

"I've heard better." Benji admitted, and when Dick gasped in offense, Benji shrugged. "I knew someone who could whistle a mean This is Gospel." He searched Dick's face, suddenly quieting down. "I'm a nerd, right?" He gave a dry sort of laugh, like he was sick of being called that word, but like it was all everyone knew him by. "Wow, Benji the nerd, my football friends never would have believed me."

"You... Football?" Dick asked curiously, and Benji shrugged, remembered the high school team where everyone pretty much hung out instead of doing anything at practices, how they still won most of their games. 

He leaned against the window ledge, not meeting Dick's eyes anymore. "Football," He agreed, "Not really fun in the big leagues, everyone's all whiny faking injuries. 'Oh no, I busted my shin! Sue the other player!'" He gave a little face, crossing his arms over his chest. "I played hockey once and dislocated my shoulder--Popped that thing right back in and kept playing. Didn't whine like no football player, okay?" 

"Okay." Dick managed, blinking a couple times, looking frightened. "You should go to bed, Benji."

Benji headed to the couch, skipping, and then sat down on it. "'Kaykay," He said, "Leave my Richard alone when I sleep, 'kay, Dick?" He smiled brightly, and suddenly Dick was covering his mouth, face flushed red. 

He squeaked before he headed back to his room. 

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^^^ i'm sorry it's so short and you had to wait so long, school is ugh.