dark devil ; phan sequel

vii; don't no homo me

vii; don't no homo me

I have an interest in understanding evil. Who is the bad guy - the vampire who kills people and sucks their blood, or the survivalists who kill people to save their own lives? Is evil merely a creation of people? Or is there an evil nature? Or is it in the eye of the beholder? I really like these questions. -- Lois Tilton

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"You're kind of hot, you know?" Dick heard at five in the morning, when he had a toothbrush in his mouth that was blaring Brittney Spears and a shirt on that had Sponge bob on. He wasn't wearing pants either, unless boxers counted, but they had unicorns on them. Pausing his tooth-brushing, he looked over his shoulder, eyes wide. He set down the tooth brush, and he hadn't noticed the drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, but Benji hopped over and rubbed it away, looking less nervous than he had been at their close proximity. 

Dick leaned forward, stared at his eyes, and he believed in some sort of god, because he was so close and Benji wasn't backing down. He moved a hand up, hovered by Benji's cheek and waited for some sort of confirmation, and Benji was leaning his cheek sideways, letting Dick's fingers hit the warm skin. "Hi." He whispered, cracking a smile, "I owe you an explanation, don't I?" He glanced away, silent for a moment.

"No," Dick whispered, still cupping his cheek, turning his head gently so they were eye-to-eye again. "You don't need to explain shit." He leaned forward so their noses were touching, let his eyes flutter closed. "I'm just happy you trust me."

"Are you no-homo-ing my attempts at swooning you?" Benji gasped in offence, ruining the moment, "I was going to kiss you." Dick's eyes opened, wide, and he stared to the man, but before he could say anything, Benji was gently pulling him forward, letting their lips meet. Then, he pulled back, blinked a couple times and checked his watch. "You should finish getting ready, dude." 

He slipped away from the man, headed into the main room, and Dick was so terrified of what happened that he stood still for about three minutes until he returned to brushing his teeth. Once he was done brushing his teeth, getting dressed and pep-talking himself in the mirror to face Benji, he went out into the kitchen. The guy was eating a breakfast sausage and staring up at him with this curious look. Through thick eyelashes, Benji broke his gaze from the other man's eyes and raised an eyebrow. "Work?" He asked, even though he knew.

"Uhm, yeah." Dick agreed, "Work."

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Dan started a new job at a comic book store today, the same one as Benji, even if said man was off today. That left Dan behind the counter flipping through the old issues of Batgirl. "Hey, new guy!" A friendly voice said, and Dan glanced up, putting the comic down as he gave a lopsided smile. "Do you guys have the new Detective Comics?" He leaned over the counter, and giving a nod, Dan turned to grab it from behind him. 

"You're... You're Brent then, huh?" Dan asked, and he gave a little smile, "Benji said you come by every time there's a new issue out." 

"Uh-huh." Brent checked his watch before he dug out for his wallet, getting out the money. As he handed it to Dan, he gave a little shrug. "You know, I think it's a good hobby. At least I'm reading instead of going out there and killing people, you know?" He smirked, and Dan nodded, mouth feeling dry like someone had stuffed it full of cotton balls. 

After a moment, he managed to agree with a weak yes. "Killing people would be a bad idea." He added after he cleared his throat into a fist, "It's easier to read about it." He looked down to the Batgirl comic sitting next to him as he gave Brent his change. "Have fun?" 

Brent, looking a little uncomfortable with Dan's reaction, left. 

Dan thought something was weird with him.

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wowie this is short i am so sorry guys

i've been working on the original story i posted tbh ;w;

(it sucks but you know, it's called stalker in case you wanna check out chapter one)