Constrained // Phan

Teach Me How to Fight

Dan POV: 

Word count: 778

Passion: noun // strong and barely controllable emotion.

Warning: Make out towards the end ;)

"Wake up, baby," Phil whispers, gently shaking me to wake up. 

My eyes flutter open, and I see Phil hovering above me. 

"Hey," I say, my voice hoarse from sleep.

"Why do you have a shirt off? It's like, 4 degrees in here," I ask, sitting up. 

"I want you to teach me how to fight," Phil announces, ignoring my question.

"What?"

"I need to learn how to fight," he states, determination in his voice. 

"Where?"

"In here."

"Right now?" 

"As soon as possible," he answers. 

Woah. He's serious about this. 

I rub my hair, taking all of this in. 

"Drop and give me twenty," I order after a couple seconds. 

Phil looks surprised for a moment, but immediately drops down and starts his pushups.  

"Lower," I command. 

He does as I say, and springs back up when he's done with all twenty. 

"Drop into the splits and hold it until I say." 

Phil drops down, going as low as he can, (which is almost to the floor surprisingly). 

"Ahhhh come on Dan!" he exclaims after a minute, his legs wobbling. 

"I said, hold it until I say."

This is weird, ordering him around, since he's the dominant one in the relationship. But he needs to learn discipline in order to learn karate.

"Up," I say after another thirty seconds. 

"Yes, sir," he says in a mocking voice as he slowly gets back up. 

"Don't call me that, it's weird," I laugh.

"Would you prefer daddy?" he asks, a smile forming on his face. 

"You're the daddy here, and you know that."

"Yeah, you're right," he smirks. 

"Ok, let's get back to it," I say, slowly getting up off the bed. 

Phil runs over to help me, but I wave him away. 

I need to know I can atleast get up on my own. 

"Ok, I am going to teach you the basic punches and blocks." 

"Alright, let's do this."

"This is the sparring stance, which is the stance you use when you fight," I say, putting my right leg behind me and my hands in front of my face.

Phil copies my stance, and I adjust his hands. 

"Always keep your hands up when you're fighting. It helps you keep your balance and protect your face."

Phil nods his head, and I teach him the basic punches. The jab, cross, hook, and uppercut punches. 

"Jab, jab, cross," I yell as Phil punches my hands lightly. 

"Tss, tss, AYA," he yells, as he does swift, strong punches.

After practicing the punches for about an hour, he had mastered them. I teach him the blocks, which takes him another hour for him master. 

As we are practicing, I notice bruises on his knuckles. They look recent.

"What happened?" I ask, taking his hand in mine and examine them.

"Don't worry about it," he responds.

I then teach him some kicks, which takes about 3 hours. 

By the time we are finished, he is out of breath, collapsed on his bed. 

"You, Phil Lester, can now beat Chris' ass," I say, smirking. 

"Yes," Phil exclaims, punching his fist in the air. 

"But we need to practice every day so you get stronger."

"Okay," he answers, surprisingly not complaining. 

He naturally has the skill to fight. He's very flexible and can maintain a good balance. His kicks are high and his punches are fast and strong. I would say he's almost as good as me now, and I have been training for years.

He walks over to me and licks his thumb, wiping something black off my forehead. 

"What are you doing?" I ask. 

"Nothing, you just got some dirt on your forehead."

I smile and kiss him on the lips. It's been a while since we've had our lips touching. 

No one here has any sex, or shows any affection at all for that matter, since there's cameras on us at all times. Plus, there's only two twin size beds, so there's not really enough room to do anything.

Suddenly, Phil lifts me up, and gently pushes me up against the wall. He starts kissing me passionately but gently, careful not to hurt me. 

His lips travel down my neck, and I moan quietly. He starts rubbing his thigh between mine, and I moan even louder. 

We continue to make out against the wall for a couple minutes, until four guards come to our cell door. 

"Chris requests your presences," they say, breaking Phil and I apart and putting handcuffs on us. 

I sigh. This can't be good. 

I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while! I've been very busy with school. 

Thank you for reading, and I'll see you next chapter! <3