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

Chapter 14

Phil let out a heaving sigh. He cleared his mind, standing in the middle of his basement, in front of a bowl with uncommon ingredients inside. Around the bowl were 5 lit candles, sitting on a small rug with the symbol of the goat head on it. Around the whole thing was a large devils trap.

He didn't know if he was truly ready. Well, he was. He had been waiting for almost a year just to get Dan back, and here he was, hesitant to do it. Phil sighed through his mouth, opening the book.

He pushed his glasses up his nose, starting out the chant.

"Ad ligandum eos pariter eos coram me."

He shut his eyes, listening as something appeared in front of him.

"Call 1-800-666-6666 for a demon who will do anything for you. All I need is your soul." His voice rang. Phil looked up at the being in front of him just as it turned around. "How may I-" The demon stopped, his jaw dropping.

"Dan." Phil spoke out, dropping the book.

The man's features were familiar, engraved in Phil's brain. His chocolate brown hair, his hazel brown eyes, the very few freckles that dotted his face and the adorable dimple that accentuated his face when he smiled.

Dan seemed to go pale, paler than he already was as he looked straight at Phil.

Phil grabbed his small knife, moving forward to the devils trap and scratching away the paint on the floor, Dan's eyes following him the entire time.

Phil slowly stood up moving back to where he was originally standing. Dan looked down at the ground, slowly walking outside of the devils trap. He made his way over to Phil, pausing just befor he reached him. Phil closed his eyes, feeling Dan's hands gently rest upon his cheeks and his torso push Phil towards the table. He opened his eyes, Dan looking at him curiously.

"It's you." Dan said.

"It's me." Phil repeated wearily.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes."

"Did you really go look for the page in the book that summoned me?"

"Page 144. And yes."

A smile spread across Dan's face. "God I love you." Phil felt Dan's lips against his. Chapped yet still soft, the taste of nuts and cranberry always on his breath for some reason. The kiss reminded him of the night Dan had drank the three bottles of irish cream, the same night they had sex. The same night before Dan was taken away, a night full of passion and ecstasy.

They pulled away, Phil bringing his arms up and around Dan's neck. "I missed you so goddamn much, Dan. I was so scared." Phil said, looking up into Dan's eyes. Dan wrapped his arms around Phil's waist, squeezing him tight. "Please promise me that will never happen again."

Dan barely nodded, kissing Phil's forehead. "You know, in order for me to stay here, you have to make a contract." Dan whispered.

"I know exactly what I want." Phil whispered back.

Dan scoffed, a smirk on his face. "Already?" Phil smiled, rolling his eyes and nodding. "Then what is it?"

"I want you to stay with me until the day I die. Never leave my side. You can feast on me all you want afterwards, I just can't keep going without being able to hold you in my arms and be held back." Phil said.

"Of course." Dan replied. He moved his hand up to Phil's neck, moving the bright coloured fabric out of the way. A faint orange scar lay in the same pattern it was originally, Dan resting his hand over top. The old stinging sensation renewed itself, burning the covenant into Phil's skin.

Before he could have any kind of reaction, he collided his lips with Dan's.