Yangire (Yandere Sequel)///Phan

a GOOD morning

The next morning Phil wakes up to a strange feeling. Strange as in semi-erect with the beautiful sight of Dan's messy morning hair and glazed over eyes and plump lips swallowing around his length.

"Dan. What- ah. What are you doing?" Phil groans.

Dan lifts his head to answer, wiping the spit from the corners of his mouth.

"Isn't it obvious?" He smirks, replacing his mouth with his hand and continuing to pleasure Phil.

"Well, yeah, but why? After last night..." Phil struggles to form a coherent sentence.

"I know. I'm making it up to you. Consider this my apology." Dan begins to lower is head again, but Phil, reluctantly, stops him.

"Dan this isn't how... you don't need to apologize it wasn't your fault. When we do these things. Uh... sexy things? We both should want it and we both should do it out of love and affection." Phil catches his breathe, pulling Dan up to his eye level.

"I never want to hurt you Dan. What happened last night was serious and we need to talk about it."

"I know." Dan replies and places a kiss on Phil's nose.

They grow silent and stare at each other for a moment.

"What happened yesterday? Was I too rough? Because one moment you were fine and the next moment you were panicking." Phil starts.

Dan's smile drops and he grows interested in running his hand over Phil's chest.

Phil takes a deep breath and wraps a protective arm around him. He tilts his head up to look at him.

"Remember the guards back at the asylum and...how the took advantage of the patients?" Dan's voice wavers and Phil's jaw clenches.

"I do."

Dan takes a deep breath.

"At first, it was all you, and I wanted you so badly. But... the room felt different and...the next thing I knew it wasn't you anymore. I-It was one of the guards."

Phil holds Dan's shaking form to his chest and kisses around his face.

Dan continues, "I tried to say no and push you away...but you just wouldn't listen and you looked just like them."

Phil feels a rush of guilt and anger towards himself.

"I'm sorry Dan I'm so so sorry. You know I never wanted to hurt you. I-I lost control of the situation. I'm so awful; I'm sorry." Phil apologizes.

"It's my own fault. If I didn't have this stupid PTSD we would have been fine." Dan sighs.

"You can't blame yourself Dan; you didn't ask for this. Blame them. Blame those guys running that place. We're so close to carrying out our revenge. We can make them pay for what they've put you through." Phil tenderly wipes away a few tears from Dan's cheeks.

Dan nods "Okay."

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"So how will we find these people?" Dan asks, biting into his pancake.

Phil reaches into his pocket and tosses something small at Dan. Dan drops his fork on the plate and scrambles to catch it. He hold it up, giving it a strange look.

"I forgot how different these things look now."

Dan quickly unlocks the phone and discreetly goes to Phil's photos because once a stalker, always a stalker. He smiles at his hundreds attempts at selfies in various places as well as the endless amount of dog pics.

"You know more about them than I do, just google them I'm sure they have social media accounts." Phil shrugs

Dan nods and types "Bethany Schmidt" into the phone browser. He silently scrolls until something catches his eye. Her Facebook account. He's momentarily confused by the new layout, but manages to find a tagged post of hers.

It's perfect, a company holiday party. All three of the asylum owners in one place. Dan could finally get rid of them and be free.

He holds his breath as he remembers his plan. Phil can't know. Phil can't be a part of this. He has to protect Phil.

"Find anything?"

"Just the location of her offices." Dan lies.

"That's good! We can go scope the place out today!" Phil cheers.

Dan smiles along. While phil would be planning a small scale assassination, he would be planning an entire solo, stealth operation on a much larger scale.

👩🏻‍💻A/N a bit of a filler chapter as I finally had time to write. Don't worry I haven't forgotten about this story!👩🏻‍💻