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The Devil's Sympathy

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After an incident involving Philip Lester's twenty-five-year-old boyfriend Dan Howell, Phil finds himself at the edge of his sanity. This is about the time he summons the devil. Who shows up looking strikingly like Dan.

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by GetGoodVibes

by GetGoodVibes

It was cozy in the Howell-Lester household. There was the faint whirring of the broken down fan in the living room, but right about now the boys could care less about the thick summer heat wafting through the outside world. All that mattered was the fact Dan's lips were cool yet burning against Phil's, and his hands were everywhere. Touching. Feeling. Groping.
   Dan's hair was still wet from his shower, curly hair sticking to his and Phil's face. Dan's hands raked his boyfriend's body, combing over his sides and neck; mouth going lower and lower.
"Fuck, stop. Stop." Phil stared at his boyfriend, face flushed and eyes asking the question he was waiting for the answer for.
"Whew. Okay. This is not how I planned to do this. Damn you couldn't hold off on the tongue for twenty minutes?" Phil sat up as Dan did so, leaning back on his knees. "Alright. So Phil, seven years of this. Us. We've been together all these years, babe. Seven happy years of us. Isn't that just amazing?"
   "Yes, babe, we are amazing. Now can we--"
   "No, hold on. So you love me, yeah?"
   ". . . yes. Of course. God, yes, Dan."
   "So Philip Lester will you--fuck this is so hard-- will you fucking marry me?"
   Phil stared. He was sitting in his boxers, dumbstruck, staring at a curly haired hobbit who looked like he crawled out straight from the Shire. Soft brown eyes stared at him helplessly.
   "Christ, Dan, way to bring this up."
   "Oh. Alright. I think I should just leave the flat for a while. I already had plans to go stay with--"
"I'm saying yes. . ."
   "What?"
   "I'm saying yes. Dan Howell I would cherish and love being your husband forever."
   "Wh--ha. Haha! Seriously? My God! Jesus fucking Christ! Phil!"
   "Dan calm down, I'm in my boxers and I just want you to make love to me."
   "Oh shit that's right." he crooned, pressing his lips to Phil's with exuberance. "Mhm."
   With the last hum of glee, the boys were wisped off to their own land of bliss.