Demons Don't Bite (phan) (boyxboy) [ COMPLETED ]

Chapter 10

(this chapter ties into the story so i suggest you read it :// sorry)

Phil unlocked the door. He stepped inside, being surrounded with pitch black. He started up the staircase, a light coming into view. He also could hear something playing, possibly music.

Phil nervously followed the light, it bringing him to the kitchen. He peeked through the doorway to see the one and only, candles lit on the counter and floor. He held something in his hands, and Phil soon realized it was some sort of alcohol when the demon took a swig.

Tiptoe to your room, a starlight in the gloom, I only dream of you, and you never knew.

"Dan..." Phil whispered. He watched as the demons head turned, looking at him with glossy black eyes.

"Welcome back." Dan said. Phil felt a shiver go down his spine, Dan putting the bottle down on the counter and approaching Phil. He could barely tell what Dan's facial expression was but he didn't want to see it.

Phil felt a pair of strong hands grab him by the shoulders, Dan running his hands through Phil's hair.

"Y-yeah..." Phil muttered. He looked up at the taller form looming over him. He could make out the few features; Dan's hazy eyes, his small dimples, the way he was biting his-

Wait- why was Dan biting his lip? Sure he was intoxicated and the whole scenario seemed a little romantic but...

Sing for absolution, I will be singing. And falling from your grace...

"How was your day?" Dan asked, his voice husky. Phil swallowed the lump in his throat when he felt Dan push him up against the counter.

"Fine. Perfectly fine. Yours?" Phil said quickly. Dan's arms wrapped around Phil's waist, Phil yelping as the space between them closed.

Dan groaned in response, bringing his face closer to Phil's. His breath smelled strongly of irish cream. Where would Dan have gotten irish cream? Phil knew he didn't have any in the house, and he didn't know where Dan would get money from... Unless he got it in another way...

Phil's thoughts were interrupted when he felt a pair of soft lips against his. He knew who's they were, he had kissed them before. Phil sighed through his nose, kissing Dan back gently. He brought his hands up to Dan's chest, gripping the fabric of the other's shirt. Phil felt Dan's cold hand slip under the fabric of his shirt, groaning softly into the kiss.

There's nowhere left to hide, in no one to confide, the truth burns deep inside, and will never die.

He felt the kiss get harder, Dan gently slipping his tongue into Phil's mouth. Dan lifted Phil up to sit on the counter, pulling away for a moment. His hot breath radiated against Phil's skin.

"I don't know if this is..." Phil started. He stopped when he saw the lustful look in Dan's eyes, the way he seemed to adore the attention he was getting from Phil.

Lips are turning blue, a kiss that can't renew. I only dream of you, my beautiful.

Dan leaned forward, whispering in a sultry tone, "Is this... okay?"

Was it okay? Phil didn't mind, he kind of enjoyed it. He wasn't having a good day but he didn't know if having a one night stand would help anything, or if it would make it worse. But at the same time... It wouldn't feel too bad...

Phil exhaled deeply through his nose. He brought his hands up to hold the back of Dan's head, running his fingers through the demons thick hair.

"I... I think it is..." Phil said softly. He felt himself trembling. One of Dan's hands rested where Phil's covenant lay, neither of them moving for a few seconds.

Phil heard Dan scoff in his ear, a gentle kiss being placed on his neck as multiple followed across the tender skin.

The song intensified along with the mood of the whole scenario. Dan chose a spot on Phil's neck, doing his best to leave a mark.

Phil bit his lip, holding back from moaning. Dan gently tugged on Phil's belt loops, Phil moving his hips closer to Dan. He wrapped his legs around Dan's waist and let out a loud moan. He felt Dan smile against his neck, and after recieving a few more smaller moans Dan dragged his lips up Phil's neck, kissing the side of his mouth.

Phil moved back, looking at Dan lustfully. Phil wrapped his arms around Dan's neck, the two kissing roughly. Phil felt himself being pulled off the counter, Dan carrying him with his hands on Phil's thighs.

Phil started to unbutton his shirt, Dan pushing a door open. When Phil felt himself land on a bed he knew it was his own, the familiar green's and blue's of his duvet visible just slightly from the light of the window. He threw his shirt to the floor, feeling Dan's prescence in front of him. Dan rested one of his knees in between Phil's legs, kissing Phil softly as he started to pull off his own shirt.

Phil lay down in front of Dan, succumbing to whatever the demon had in plan.