Warning: slight sexual content (mostly kissing but yeah, still pretty intense).

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Of course, with his new knowledge of this other world of demons and such, Phil started to see things much more differently. Around him in the world, in people, and just everything in general.

It seemed a lot more dark. The idea of humanity was questionable for him now; it seemed fragile and not at all important, despite the fact that he was just as well apart of it. Because what was the point of it, being human in this fucked up world? To live and work and stress about stupid things, and then die and be forgotten, no matter the mark you left in the world. No one was important.

But Dan remained the same in his eyes. Impossibly attractive and alluring, just with a hint of something more sinister. Honestly, it just made him even hotter, and Phil felt so damn disgusted that he was actually turned on by something like that.

Him and Dan didn't bring up the 'issue' all that much, because it was very taboo, and could really get Dan into trouble. If he wasn't already, Phil suspected his (family, clan, whatever they were called) already knew about Phil's new information. They weren't exactly stupid.

And as for their relationship status, well, frankly, it was starting to piss Phil off.

They were on and off constantly, and Dan had mood swings that gave him a whiplash. One minute, Dan would be literally underneath him, panting and moaning as Phil kissed him everywhere, and then he'd be gone, with no mention of anything that ever happened between them. Phil was frustrated, in every way imaginable, and the stress wasn't doing anything good for him.

He knew what Dan's problem was. He didn't want to defy the very important rule of the no human/demon interaction, for fear of anything bad happening to his family or Phil. From what he'd told Phil, the hunters that were on their trail could easily track them down that way, and it was risky as hell to even talk to Phil. But he couldn't fight his own wants and desires, and he pushed the limits as far as possible.

And at first, Phil had understood. But he was getting irritated and needy, and dammit, getting off by himself just wasn't doing it for him anymore.

Things were getting much more complicated than he'd first anticipated.

He felt... useless. In the grand scheme of things, he was about as significant as dirt, and played no real part in anything.

But none of this, as pitiful as it was, stopped him from smiling whenever he saw Dan, stopped the flutter in his stomach whenever Dan laughed, the electric jolt that shot through him when they brushed arms. And none of it could ever make him stop the kissing and the touching, and God, he was in so deep.

At the moment, Phil was walking home after another long and mind numbingly boring day at school, and Dan had insisted on walking with him. Phil had tried to stop him, with little effort, and now he could barely keep his hands to himself as Dan kept stepping just a little too close, enough to make Phil dizzy with his smell. When the hell had he ever noticed someone's smell?

Dan was talking, but Phil wasn't listening, staring at his lips and his nose, the way his hair ruffled slightly in the wind.

"...And I swear, it was ten inches, straight up my ass." Dan said evenly, and Phil snapped out of his pathetic haze, staring at Dan in shock.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He asked in exasperation, but Dan only laughed.

"You weren't listening." He answered. "I had to get your attention."

Phil shook his head, trying not to laugh out loud. For a demon, he had the mindset of a twelve year old. "Well, you've got it now. Sorry for spacing out."

"Perfectly fine." Dan said, shoving Phil playfully. "It's a Phil thing, I know."

It was things like that that made Phil want to punch him, for being so goddamn likable.

They continued walking in silence, Phil trying not to drift too far out of his mind again. He always made a fool of himself whenever he did.

Eventually, they reached Phil's house, and stopped outside of his door. This was a crucial moment; what was gonna happen now?

"Are your parents home?" Dan asked casually, but Phil could see him bouncing slightly on his toes, showing off his nervous expectation. Phil clenched his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Not till later." Phil said, biting his lip. His body was already starting to heat up. "I, uh... I have homework to do."

"Yeah?" Dan asked with a small smirk. "I guess I'll, go, then. See you tomorrow?" He took a step backwards, eyeing Phil curiously as he went. Phil stared back, the inner battle in his head making him tense. He was trying to fight the urge to tell Dan to stay, for the hope of something to happen between them. He didn't need it. He shouldn't be craving it like this, he was going to get addicted. If he wasn't already.

Fuck.

"I mean." Phil said slowly, and Dan immediately stopped where he was. "I could maybe spare an hour or two." He glanced down, scuffing his shoes against the pavement. He gasped suddenly as Dan was right there, breathing into his ear.

"Sounds good to me." He whispered, making Phil shiver. He grabbed Dan's hand firmly and pulled him towards the front door.

It was practically dark inside, the windows closing off any available light from the outside. They didn't bother turning on any lights, though, and Phil led the way to his bedroom.

This was bad. He was bad, he was weak and he had no sort of control. His rational thought was always so quickly overpowered by his body, and he never stopped to think about the consequences. Because there were a lot of them, and each one was worse than the last. Not only for him, for everyone, they were all at risk because he would rather enjoy himself than think about the greater good.

But all of that was always thrown right out the window as soon as Dan touched him.

His room was cleaner than usual, mostly because Dan was usually hanging out here with him, and what kind of impression would a dirty room make? There was the usual clutter, clothes on the floor and his bed was rarely made, but you could see the floor.

They both knew damn well what was going to happen in the next few minutes, but they stood there for a moment, making casual but awkward conversation. Phil set his bag on the floor next to his desk and pulled off his jacket, throwing it over a chair. What were they stalling for?

Phil absolutely hated making the first move. He wasn't good around people in general, even people he knew really well, and he always felt like he would mess things up if he started something. It made him anxious.

But in certain situations, especially ones that involved Dan, he wasn't against being the instigator.

He took a few steps closer to Dan, until their chests were just brushing, reaching out and gently tracing a finger across the smooth skin of his collar bones. There was something oddly endearing about Dan's structure, the taut skin over his well defined muscles and prominent bones, the lean fitness of his waist and thighs that made Phil want to leave marks everywhere. The solid yet soft shape of his jaw, and his hips that were always on display thanks to his low slung jeans. Phil moved lower, touching the space right above Dan's jeans, where his stomach just ended. Dan didn't stop him, but he didn't react either. Phil always liked the challenge of making him break.

That small touch seemed to be a trigger, and Dan placed his hands on Phil's waist, pulling him closer so that they were touching, and leaned down to kiss him eagerly.

Phil sighed against his lips, wrapping his arms around Dan's neck. He thought it was kind of funny, how Dan always gave off that bad boy, danger vibe, like he'd snap at whoever crossed him. But in the bedroom, he was extremely pliant and had no problem with letting Phil take the lead.

Phil kissed him deeper, stepping forwards and moving them both towards his bed. Dan complied, and soon he was pushed onto the bed, staring up expectantly as Phil climbed over him. He didn't hesitate before reconnecting their lips, sliding his tongue into Dan's willing mouth. It was slow; hot and eager, but absent of the usual hunger that made Phil's had spin. Dan's wrists were pinned onto the mattress by his head, and he wasn't making any move to change that. Phil moved, placing his lips against the skin of Dan's neck and almost smiling when he felt Dan moan.

After a few more minutes of just kissing, Phil sat up and grabbed the hem of his shirt, taking it off and throwing it in some corner of his room. Dan didn't wait to reach up and slide his hands across Phil's chest hotly. Phil lets him, enjoying the feel of it, before grabbing one of the hands and pushing it back down on the bed. Dan groans again, loving the fact that Phil is taking him over, and Phil goes back to kissing him.

It almost hurts, how tight his jeans are against his erection, but the friction of it mixed with the way Dan is lifting his hips to grind against him, is making his head spin. He whimpers, digging his fingers into Dan's curly hair and continuing to grind down as well, panting into Dan's mouth heavily.

Ever since that one time, so long ago when Dan snuck into Phil's room at one in the morning, they haven't down much besides making out and touching, and Dan has gone back to his heavy restraint on their actions; they barely take their shirts off, and Phil is always glad when he can feel that skin against his.

Phil attaches his lips to Dan's neck again, kissing it more roughly. He knows damn well just how sensitive Dan is right there, and he loves the reactions he gets out of him. Dan groans thickly, leaning his head back against the pillows to grant better access, and Phil keeps kissing and licking.

He knows his mistake as soon as he makes it. As soon as his teeth press against the skin of Dan's throat, he curses himself. Why can't he control himself?

Dan pushes against his shoulders firmly, effectively stopping their activities. Phil rolls of of him with a groan, covering his face and trying to control his lust and keep from just jumping Dan again; what he wouldn't give for release right now, from Dan or himself.

"Fuck you, Dan." He mutters, only half angry, mostly disappointed. He's itching, his skin crawling for attention and the heat of someone else. He hears Dan sigh, and feels the bed move as he sits up.

"I'm sorry." Dan says quietly, and his voice sounds so sincere that Phil actually feels a bit guilty. "I'm sorry, honestly, but you know why we can't-"

"Yeah, I fucking know." Phil cuts in softly. He lays there for a moment longer before getting up and heading for the door, not even looking back at Dan. "I'll be right back."

Down in the kitchen, he makes a glass of water and leans against the counter lazily, staring at the linoleum of the floor. He knows he's being irrational; desperate and clingy really don't suit him, and it's unfamiliar to him, but he's started to get used to it. Because what else can he do besides keep going on with this, and keep hoping that maybe one day Dan will stop holding back on him.

He understands, he really does. But his sex drive doesn't, and the frustration from it is messing him up.

The obvious solution to this whole thing would be to end this, whatever 'this' is. That would make more sense, right? Because what is the point of dragging this on, if all it does is cause more unnecessary tension and drama?

But they wouldn't be able to do that, god knows. They can't even look at each other without there being some underlying sexual desire, and Phil would probably fall apart if he had to force himself to behave around Dan. No, they can't just quit each other.

It's dangerous, no matter what they do.

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a/n: What? I actually decided to keep going with this story? I'm as surprised as you are, believe me.

But hey there, if you still have this in your library, I hope you haven't given up on this story. I'm actually doing pretty good with keeping up with my stories lately, I only have one other unfinished one.

But, with this happy day comes bad news as well. I don't know how active I'll be on wattpad for a while, because I'm gonna be particularly busy with a thing called the Phandom Big Bang on tumblr (for all the writers and artists and stuff in the phandom). I won't have a lot of time to update stuff here, but I promise I won't completely disappear. I'll try to keep up but I don't know exactly how it'll go.

Other than that, I hope this chapter was alright, I know it's not much, but I'm gonna have to get back in the swing of it. I have it all planned out, trust me, it's gonna be something. Just you wait.

Okay, that's a long enough note. Hope I'll see you guys again soon, and stay posted, bitches. Love you all, peace :3

(and don't forget to tell all your friends that you love them because everyone needs love, some more then others. stay safe my children)