Special thanks to leahgrace_xo for giving me the idea how to end this story. I'm gonna do a sequel, I think.......mysterious......

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  "So what happened?" PJ asked them, as they walked into his bedroom. He was (surprisingly) alone, Chris nowhere in sight, and Dan was secretly glad, because he barely knew the boy, and didn't really feel like talking about his personal problems with him.

  Phil still had tears falling from his eyes, quietly crying and clutching Dan's arm tightly.

  "What do you think happened?" Dan said, a lot harsher than he intended, but he didn't apologize, he was too strung out right now. PJ looked at him, but didn't say anything. Instead, he  got up and hugged Dan tightly.

  "I'm sorry, mate." He said softly, and that was all it took for Dan to break down completely, burying his head inot PJs shoulder and sobbing his heart out.

  It just wasn't fair, any of it. Dan had spent his goddamn life doing everything that he was told, by the Highers and other, older Reapers. He'd never complained, at least not out loud. And the one time that he wanted something, wanted it so bad, it was denied of him. He was pissed, angrier than he could ever remember being, but he let it all out by crying onto his best friends shoulder, still clutching Phil's hand.

  "What are we going to do?" He asked miserably, sniffing loudly and most likely getting snot all over Peejs shirt.

  "I don't know, Dan. I've never had to deal with something like this." PJ said, and Dan pushed him away, suddenly angry all over again.

  "Well of course not." He said. "Its not like you and Chris have any problems, being together. You guys can do whatever the fuck you guys want, while I have to deal with the messed up love life!"

  And he knew that it was the most horrible and stupid thing he could ever say, but it was way too late to take it back. He heard Phil whimper beside him, and turned to apologize, but Phil pulled his hand from Dan's grasp and looked at the floor.

  "Phil, I-"

  "No. Don't." Phil interrupted him, looking up, and Dan hated himself because those blue eyes he loved so much were once again, filled with hurt and a bit of anger, and it was once again caused by Dan himself.

  Phil took a deep, shaky breath and left, slamming the door to PJs room and leaving Dan staring after him. Dan would have just left him alone to cool off, but he knew that Phil would most likely get lost in the twisting halls of Headquarters, so he followed him.

  What the hell had he been thinking, saying something like that? he knew how it was going to sound, before he'd even said it, but he'd gone and done it anyway. He just always screwed everything up, in the worst, and he hoped to God that they would work it out, because Christ, Dan knew he wouldn't be anything without Phil.

  As he stepped out into the hallway, he saw that Phil had already gotten pretty far, most likely because he was practically jogging, and Dan ran to catch up, ignoring the burning in his legs and his aching lungs.

  "Phil, please stop!" Dan shouted, as be finally reached the boy and grabbed his arm, pulling him back.

  "What do you want from me, Dan?" Phil asked, breathing heavily as he stepped close, bringing his face close to Dan's. He was obviously pissed off, but also sad and hurt, and it made Dan want to cry, because he had done this, again.

  "I didn't mean what I said. I mean, sort of, I just, I didn't mean it like that." Dan pleaded.

  "Then what did you mean it like?"

  "I....." And he was silent, because he didn't have any other way he could have meant it.

"Are you ashamed of me?"

  "Why on earth would you think that?!" Dan asked, honestly shocked that Phil would even think something like that.

  "Because I'm...I'm not like you, or Chris, or PJ. And you're so much better than me on so many levels, I have no idea why you would want someone like me. I've no friends, no family.....I'm not good enough for you, Dan. And I don't know of you're doing this cause you feel sorry for me or something, but no ones 's done it before, so...." He trailed off, staring at Dan, but not really looking as he was lost in his own head.

  "You honestly think that I'm going out with you because I pity you?" Dan asked, surprised. What the hell happened to this sweet boy to make him think like this? He reached forward and cupped Phil's face, pulling him close. "Phil, I honest to god, one-hunred percent love you, with all my heart. I wouldn't know what to do without you, and I'm so glad I met you. I don't care what I have to do, I will find a way to be with you, no matter what. Because you make me so, so happy, and I like being happy."

  Phil sniffed and pouted, refusing to look Dan in the eye. "Then why did you say that? That our love life was messed up?"

  There was probably nothing Dan could say to ease Phil's worries, so instead he tangled his fingers in Phil's hair and kissed him, hard. It was fast and rough, but it was what they needed right now, just mindless feeling. And when Phil kissed him back, just as aggresively, Dan moaned, because damn if that wasn't the sexiest thing ever, Phil being rough.

  Dan slid his hands down Phil's neck and onto his chest, pushing him back so that he was pressed against the wall. Phil gave in completely, opening his mouth so that Dan could slide his tongue in. Dan dug his fingers into Phil's waist, pulling them as close together as possible and trying not to groan too loudly, because they were in public, sort of.

  Phil gasped as Dan hooked his fingers into Phil's waistband, and he leaned his head back against the wall. Dan softly kissed Phil's jaw and bit his earlobe, growling as Phil let out a quiet moan. He continued down to his neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin and reveling in the feeling of Phil's squirming body against his.

  Dan was panting, sliding his hands all over Phil's soft skin, when Phil pushed him away, his face bright red. He was out if breath as well and his eyes were free of the hate from before, clouded over with love and lust.

  "We-we're in public, Dan. Anyone could see us." He said.

  "Doesn't that make it more exciting, though?" Dan said, and he slid his hands under Phil's shirt, brushing his waist and hips softly while continuing to kiss his shoulders and collar bone, pulling the shirt away with his teeth. Phil groaned again, but after a minute he pushed Dan away again.

  "Dan...." He said in a warning sort of voice that was also full of need and want. Dan looked at him, then smiled, kissing his lips gently.

  "My rooms' down the hall." He said.

  And they ran there, clutching each others hands and laughing, pulling each other along.

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  An hour later, they were laying in Dan's bed together, Phil laying on his front as Dan traced his fingers over the soft contours of the other boys back.

  They hadn't done the dirty, but they had come pretty damn close, both of them in only their underwear, the covers draped lazily over them. It was silent between them, both lost in their own thoughts, but Phil broke the silence after a few moments.

  "What are we going to do, about us, Dan?" he asked softly, his eyes closed and his face half buried in the pillow. Dan paused, and sighed, resting his hand on Phil's back and pulling him closer, hugging him.

  And it came to him, the best idea, or really the only idea left.

  "Let's live together, Phil. Not here, in the mortal world."

  There was silence as Phil took in what he said, and he sat up, lopking Dan in the eye.

  "You'd do that?" Phil asked quietly, and Dan nodded smiling as he brushed his fingers against Phil's face.

  "Course I would. I love you."

  Phil smile widely, his eyes shining as he leaned down and kissed Dan.

  "Well, I'd love to live with you, Daniel."

And that was it.

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a/n: This is not the last part. The next is the last one. And sorry if guys were expecting the frick frack. I'm a tease I know... ;)