Warning: very explicit mentions of blood/gore, and some sexual content, read at your own risk.

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Phil really needed to calm down.

It was like some bug had bitten him, infecting him with a deadly virus that seemingly had no cure. He couldn't stop himself from doing things, thinking things he'd never thought of before. It was scary, how much he was changing in just the last few days.

He'd had a dream last night. The weirdest, but not the most displeasing dream he'd had in a while. And he could remember every detail of it.

It started off like most regular dreams probably did, with Phil walking to longest and emptiest hallway. Everything was black, and if it was possible to feel in a dream, Phil was sure it would have been freezing. There were about a million doors lining the hall, every single one of them closed and inciting curiosity about what might possibly be behind them.

There wasn't a doubt in his mind about why he was just aimlessly walking this abandoned hall, no questions about where he was or what might happen. He wasn't even shocked when one of the doors to his left opened suddenly, leading into a pitch black room. No, he just went ahead and walked through and into the dark.

And then a light flickered on from the back of the room and Phil nearly threw up.

Not six feet in front of him was the most bloody and ripped apart semblance to a human being Phil had ever seen. The stench of it was overwhelming, and how Phil had the mentality to dream up something like that was amazing and disturbing.

But that wasn't even the most disgusting thing, if you could believe that. Dan was also there, leaning over the mangled corpse with his face buried in its sternum. He almost looked dead himself, covered pretty much head to toe in thick red liquid that most likely wasn't ketchup. His hands were curled tightly against the shredded arms of the body beneath him, clenching and unclenching as he devoured the contents of the body's chest.

Phil's stomach was rolling, and he could barely keep the contents of his insides under control. It was fucking disgusting, and he could hear the wet squelching sound as Dan continued tearing at the cadaver, but he couldn't look away. There was a thought in the back of his mind, that this probably wasn't the safest place to be, that there was the slightest chance he might be next, but he couldn't seem to make his feet move. He just stood there and stared, his entire body starting to shake and his throat constricting, trying not to announce his presence by vomiting violently. But apparently, Dan already knew he was there, because he looked up suddenly, staring straight at Phil with his face dripping red and his mouth twisted into a gruesome sort of smile. It was sickening to look at him.

And then, Dan was standing right in front of him, moving so quickly that Phil was almost certain he hadn't been anywhere else. For some reason, the stench of dead didn't linger on him, despite the fact he was covered in gore. Quite the opposite, really, he smelled amazing, and Phil found himself unconsciously leaning closer to be further intoxicated by the scent.

He was still afraid, God, was he afraid. He didn't know what was about to happen, but he knew damn well it couldn't be anything good. With Dan staring down at him, his eyes still flashing with the deepest look of hunger, Phil couldn't even blink, afraid the small movement would send Dan into deadly action.

So imagine his surprise when they were kissing instead.

Making out was probably the best term, because Dan was kissing the life out of him, tugging at Phil's lips with his teeth and not even hesitating before tangling their tongues together. His sticky hands were digging into the small of Phil's back, bunching the fabric of his shirt up and leaving wet hand prints on his bare skin. Phil couldn't even catch his breath, and he was becoming lightheaded.

There was red everywhere, covering the both of them and slowly collecting on the cold floor beneath them. Dan had moved his hands, his fingers pushing under Phil's shirt and sliding everywhere before settling on his hips, pushing them up against his own and making Phil jump at the sudden contact.

He wanted to pull away so badly, because he could taste the blood that still coated their faces. But Dan wasn't letting go of him anytime soon. Phil's hands were pressed up against Dan's chest, trying to keep their bodies as seperated as possible, but Dan still had their hips connected. And no matter how much Phil hated this, hated the Dan was practically eating him and hated the feel of the slick blood all over him, he could feel himself getting hard at the friction between them.

He cried out suddenly, as Dan bit down on his lip harshly, and jerked his head away, reaching up and finding that the skin had broken and he was bleeding. He was breathing hard, his lungs burning at the lack of oxygen, and tears were pricking at the corners of his eyes. He didn't like this at all, it was disgusting and horrible. But his skin was flushed with heat at the feel of Dan, who was nuzzling up against his neck, and his pants were way too tight now as his burning erection strained against the fabric. His own hands had moved, around Dan's neck and twisting into his hair, and he could barely keep back his moans as Dan grazed along his soft spot. Phil was all kinds of conflicted, and he wasn't handling it very well.

Dan grabbed Phil's hair roughly, pulling it so that Phil's head kicked back and Dan could attack his neck with more ease. And Phil lost it, moaning as loud as he could as Dan kissed and licked his neck, leaving him a panting, whining mess.

But just as soon as Phil was finally getting used to the rock of their hips together, the pleasure practically making him lose his mind, he was pulled out of his lustful haze by the sharpest pain in his shoulder. He felt warm liquid rolling over his shoulder and sliding down his back, and when he looked over at it, he immediately wished he hadn't. The skin had been torn off of his shoulder, leaving just a huge red gash that was steadily leaking. Phil had a very bad idea about where it had gone.

And sure enough, when he glanced up at the cruel boy in front of him, his mouth was full of that part of Phil. Dan's eyes had changed, the once warm brown turning a solid black that seemed to drift from his iris and out into the whites, making look as soulless as he was. His mouth was twisted into the sickest grin Phil had ever seen, his face still splattered with red from the still present body, now mixed with Phil's.

"Why are you doing this?" Phil pleader, struggling uselessly against the restraints of Dan's arms. His shoulder was burning, making his eyes water and his breathing laborious.

"Oh, Phil." Dan smirked, his teeth turning razor sharp and brushing against the shell of Phil's ear. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into with me."

Phil jolted awake then, shaking slightly and covered in sweat. His feet were tangled in his blankets, and it was then he noticed the erection that was not so concealed by his thin pajama bottoms. That's so fucking sick, he thought, but there was no way it was going down any time soon, so there was really only one thing to do.

He reached down, pushing his fingers under the fabric of his pants and boxers, and wrapped them around his dick. He choked back a loud groan, because he was pretty sure his parents didn't want to be waken up at four a.m. to the sound of him masturbating. He shoved his fist into his mouth to muffle his sounds as he started to move his hand slowly along the stiffness of himself.

Dan's fingers slowly traced the contours of Phil's chest, moving down until they were resting at the beginning of his hips, his nails digging in slightly.

Phil's head was thrown back against the pillows, his free hand tugging at his hair as he started to move faster, starting to thrust into the tightness of his fingers. His eyes were closed tightly against the pleasure that was assaulting his entire body. His grip grew tighter, twisting at the base of his dick and sliding up to the swollen head, where he was already leaking.

His lips moved delicately against Phil's neck, leaving small, open mouthed kisses across every inch of skin he could find.

His stomach contracted tightly as his orgasm started to build inside of him. His throat was starting to hurt from the constant keens and groans he was making.

He moved downwards, his tongue leaving a consistent trail of hot saliva down Phil's chest. His mouth closed around the hardened bud of Phil's nipple, his fingers gently working across the other one.

"Fuck." Phil moaned thickly, his toes curling at the heat spreading through his body. "Oh, shit."

"You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into with me."

And then he came, clutching his hand to his mouth to keep his scream in as he exploded. He tried to catch most of it in his hand so there was no unnecessary mess, but he couldn't stop the small drops that slid down his dick, most likely staining his pants.

God, he'd never cum so hard in his life. His head was spinning as he came down from his high, and he couldn't for the life of him catch his breath. Phil stared at his sticky hand in disdain. He felt so pathetic, being reduced to early morning jerk offs to disturbing dreams about a boy he couldn't have. When had his life become so incredibly desperate?

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a/n: Well, that got kind of weird. I don't...I don't known what that was, I apologize.

But yeah, just a quick update for you guys, and I hope it wasn't too bad. I'm still getting used to the whole smut thing. Alright, peace :3