Phil wasn't kidding about upping his advances on Dan. He had lost what little sense of personal space he possessed, and was constantly touching, kissing, and occasionally licking Dan whenever he could. It was suffocating, but in a somewhat affectionate way, and even though Dan had tried many times to stop, he never backed down. And so he had gotten used to it.

It was really strange, because Dan usually swore off any kind of physical contact that wasn't neccessary. But with Phil it was different. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't know if he liked it or not.

  It was a few days after the whole 'Make-You-Fall-In-Love-With-Me' thing. School had let out not too long ago, and Phil was clinging to Dan's arm as they walked to Dan's locker. They were gonna head over to his house to start on the project, and Dan hoped that it wouldn't be as disaterous as last time.

  They hadn't had any more discussion of Dan kissing Phil, but they had just mutually agreed to let it go.

  After the long (and excruciating) drive over to his house, they went inside and up to his room. His mum wasn't home this time so they didn't have to worry about any distractions from her.

  "And we're actually going to work this time. No weird stuff, we do have to finish this." Dan was saying as they flopped onto the bed and started pulling things from their bags. They had at least started reading the play, all they really needed to do was take notes and compare them.

  For the next half hour, it was silent except for the sound of pages flipping and the scratch of pens on paper. It was a lot of work, since the wording was so difficult and almost impossible to understand, but they were making progress.

  And as the time wore on, Dan couldn't stop himself from thinking just how stupid these two characters were. They did the most mind blowing things, all for the attention of the other. It was all so uneccessary and stupid. Juliet was younger than him, for Christs sake. Dan just didn't understand his todays people admired this story so much. He almost vomited at the things they went on about.

  But Phil was definately a different story. He just looked so engrossed in the pages, he didn't seem to be aware of anything else. His eyes were glazed over slightly, and glued to the book. Every once in a while he would sigh dreamily, and it was really distracting.

"I just love this story so much." He said out loud. Dan looked up from his writing to stare at him.

  "Seems like a load of bullshit to me." He replied, and Phil gaped at him, eyes wide.

  "How could you possibly think that?" He said. "This story has got to be the most beautiful thing anyone has ever written or read."

  "I just think the whole thing is dumb."

  "You're so damn stubborn, Dan. What is it that made so repulsed by the idea of two people loving each other?" Phil asked, and he looked so genuinely curious.

   Dan smirked. "I don't find it repulsive, I just don't think its real." He said.

  He'd never had much contraversy when it came to his views on this subject, mostly because people didn't usually know about it. It wasn't on his list of things to tell people. He'd never had to argue his side before, but with Phil, he was constantly trying to defend his point of view. And if he was being honest, he actually really enjoyed the arguments.

  Phil shifted so that he was a bit closer to Dan. "You can't tell me that there isn't just a small part of you that has a tiny ounce of love for one person in the entire world." He said, and he was smiling at the same time.

  "My parents."

  "Not including them."

  "I've never loved anyone, Phil. Sure, I've liked people in a sort of intimate way, and I've had crushes. But never love. And I never will." Dan said. He didn't know why Phil always brought it up, but he always got the same answer.

  "So when you kissed me the other day." Phil said, and Dan sighed. He thought they were over that. "You didn't feel anything, nothing at all?"

  "It was pure lust, I guess."

  Phil moved even closer, so that now their knees were just touching, and Dan was becoming uneasy about what his intentions were.

  "And I take it you're not lusting after me anymore?" He asked. Dan nodded. "And so if I were to kiss you again, you would stop me."

  "Of course." Dan replied. He had a feeling he knew what was going to happen next.

  And he was right, because then Phil was getting onto his knees, leaning over and moving closer to Dan. Dan himself was moving back, trying to get away from Phil, but he eventually hit the wall and was forced to stay where he was.

"Phil." He said, a bit weakly because Phil was brushing his lips against Dan's neck softly. He had to bite his lip to keep from making some embarrassing noises, because that was one of his more sensitive spots. He hated so much that his body was reacting to Phil's touch, and he couldn't control it for his life. God, he must look like such an idiot right now, after spewing all that crap before.

  "Yes Dan?" Phil whispered into his ear, biting it softly before moving back down to his throat. Dan was just about to protest and tell him to back off, but Phil bit down gently on his skin, and damn that must have been his soft spot, because he couldn't hold back the loud moan that left his lips from the feeling.

  He was so fucking weak. He shouldn't be so damn vulnerable, he knew that letting this happen was just giving Phil free will to do whatever he pleased. But he couldn't help it if it was just so good. He'd never had someone do these kind of things to him, and he'd never enjoyed himself so immensely.

  Phil just kept working on that same spot, biting and sucking on it, and Dan was just letting out sounds he'd never imagined he could make. In the back of his mind, he knew that there was going to be a hickey left behind, but he just didn't care too much at the moment.

  He felt Phil tugging at the bottom of his shirt, and that's where he should have drawn the line, but fuck it, he wanted to see where exactly this was going. This was as far as he'd ever gotten with someone. So he lifted his arms, and Phil helped to pull the shirt over his head, messing up his hair slightly in the process.

  When his shirt was gone, Phil instantly started kissing Dan's chest, and he grabbed the back of his thighs, pulling him forward until he was laying on his back.

  Their last kiss was fucking nothing compared to this one. This one was just plain reckless, with no seeming end to it. And Dan would be lying if he said that this wasn't the least bit fun.

  Phil was still moving downwards, licking, kissing biting every bit of skin he could reach, and Dan reached down to tangle his fingers roughly into his hair. Phil let out a satisfied groan when he did, and bit down particularly hard on Dan's hips. It hurt, but it also felt so damn good.

  It was when Phil started to undo the top of Dan's jeans that he decided to end whatever they were doing. He wouldn't have minded letting it go further, oh fuck he wouldn't have minded. He just didn't want to do something that he would regret later. And plus, Phil was only doing this to get a reaction out of him. Which he had succeeded in doing, because Dan was hard as a rock and as horny as he'd ever been. And with that thought, Dan pushed Phil's hands away and sat up, pulling his legs up with him.

  They were both breathing extremely hard, and Phil's hair was a mess from Dan's fingers. Dan was aching a bit from Phil's teeth, but it didn't stop him from also feeling satisfied. It had been too long since he'd ventured out of his comfort zone like that, and it was quite an adventure doing so.

  "Why'd you stop? You seemed to be enjoying yourself. At least, that's what I thought, from the noises you were making." Phil said, smiling a bit smugly at Dan, who was blushing.

  "Too far." Was all he could manage. He was still a bit hazy, and the feelings were still rushing through his system: lust, need, and something else he couldn't really name.

  "I think I may have, uh...left some marks on you." Phil said, pointing at Dan basically everywhere above the waist. Dan touched his chest lightly, and stood up, hurrying to the bathroom.

  "Fuck." He whispered. There were dark purplish bruises all over his chest and stomach, and one even on his shoulder. But the worst part was the two on his neck, in plain sight of anyone who looked at him. And they were huge too. It was gonna be a bitch, trying to hide those.

  He sighed, but decided to worry about that later. Right now, he had bigger things to worry about. Because he'd done it again, let his guard down against Phil. And look where he was, with love bites the size of tennis balls.

  "Do you want me to leave?" Phil asked when he returned to the room. Dan pulled on his shirt once again, sighing again as he saw that the large bruises were still visible.

  "I think that'd be best right now." He said. Phil slowly stood up, gathering his things from the floor where they had been thrown off, and heading to the door. He turned back to face Dan once, but didn't say anything, just looked at him and then left.

  What the hell was he going to do now? That was twice now that Dan had succumbed to Phil, and if it happened again, he had no doubt he could control himself. He'd just have to put his foot down, tell Phil to cool it down or else......or else what? There was nothing serious he could threat him with, and even he did, Phil wasn't one to take it seriously. He'd do whatever he pleased

  When had things become so fucking complicated?

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a/n: Nice to see you guys again. I really like where this story is going. There was a lot of cursing in this chapter, don't you think? Oh well. Hope you enjoyed, and see you next time. Peace :3