Fucked up phanfics

The Straw fic

It turns out that Dan has a side to him that drives him to inflict pain on his heartthrob, Phil. But Phil's intense attraction towards Dan renders him unable to stand up for himself, which only feeds Dan's craving for the pain of others.

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I felt so guilty. All I could do was stare. Dan gave me that same tingly, warm feeling, the one that girls gave me. He had no idea. He thought I was 100% straight and that was it.
He noticed my eyes on him and I tried to look away. "Oh, gee," I said, embarrassed. "I'm sorry."
"It's fine," he said. "It's not like I was naked."
"You were getting dressed."
"I'm fine. It's fine."
We were quiet for a minute or two as we packed our bags. We were just getting ready to leave the hotel room. We had to be out in 10 minutes.
"Hey, Phil," Dan suddenly said. "If you want, I'll help you unpack when we get back to our place."
"Could you? Thanks," I replied. I wasn't the best at unpacking. Most of the time, all of my clothes would still be scrunched up inside my suitcase a good two weeks after getting home.

When we got into the house it didn't feel like we had been away for two weeks. It felt as if we had been here just yesterday. "Look at all the mail," Dan said, kicking it away from the door. "Looks like most of it's for you."
"I'll sort it out later," I said, just wanting to collapse onto the sofa.
I carried my luggage over to where Dan had carelessly dumped his. I was more than a little tired. Dan acted as if he was too, but I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was wide awake. It was obvious that he had something on his mind.
"You like me, Phil," he said softly, looking at me with his head on one side.
"Of course I like you," I replied. I knew what he was getting at, but I pretended that I didn't. "You're the closest friend I have."
"I mean, in a special way."
"Maybe," I said, smiling sheepishly. He smiled back.
"You're incredibly cute," he told me. "Your face especially. And your voice. And your bright eyes." His eyes appeared different all of a sudden. "Oh my god. You're adorable."
I was at a loss for words. "Are you serious?"
He nodded. "Of course I'm serious. And I can tell that you find me attractive. Which is great, because I'm attracted to you."
"You're straight," I said, puzzled.
"That's what you think," he said, smiling a little. "That's what most people think. But other people don't have to know what goes on behind closed doors."
"Daniel, I'm your best friend. This doesn't feel right."
"You're right," Dan grinned. "It does feel wrong. Wrong in all the right ways."
I sat there shaking my head. "No," I said, while an internal battle went on inside my head: a war between my attraction towards Dan and the fact that he had been my best friend for 7 years, which made the whole situation feel very alien.
"Over here, baby," he said, whispering seductively. My heart was pounding so hard. Was he for real? He was incredibly hot. It seemed too good to be true. His flawless tanned skin, his fluffy brown hair, his gleaming brown eyes. I felt indescribably excited.
I couldn't think of a girl who wouldn't desire him. And here I was, a guy who desired him just as much as the girls did. Yet I was the one he appeared to be falling for. I'd had no idea this would ever happen. He had told me over and over again that he was straight and now he acted as though I was all he wanted.

Now I knew that it was all a plan for Dan to spend time with me. He'd timed it all perfectly, and now he was holding me, laying next to me, his soft, warm hands exploring my entire body.
"You gorgeous thing, you," he whispered. He kissed my neck, gently biting me, leaving me panting with excitement. He knew exactly what to do.
I felt his hand against my crotch. "Wow," he said quietly. "You are hard."
"I feel so happy now that you're here with me like this," I told him.
"Same with you. I'm glad I finally plucked up the courage."
He went quiet then though, as if he was rethinking his actions, or feeling unsure. I asked what was wrong and it took him atleast a minute to answer.
"I... have a slight problem," he admitted.
"Hmm?" I asked, encouraging him.
"Please don't run away or anything when I tell you." I nodded to show I understood. "But inflicting pain turns me on... like, really weird shit, I don't mean things like being hit or something."
"You want to hurt me?" I asked.
"I don't want to, no," he said, and then hesitated. "Well, I do. I'm not a bad person. It just gets me off. I can't help it."
"I can take it," I said bravely.
"Oh, boy," he said, almost amused. "You have no idea,Phil."
I smirked. It couldn't be that bad. He wouldn't dare do anything extreme. Not to me.