Day Three (Phil's POV)

  This must be what Bella was going through, after getting turned into a vampire. Well, Phil felt absolutely sorry for her, because this was hell.

  He had been suffering through the burning in his blood for God knows how long, but no matter how long he he faced it, it never dulled, never got easier to bear. If anything, it continually got worse. He'd yelled, pleaded, begged for some Higher power to just kill him; he'd called for Dan countless times to make it go away, only to be disappointed by the silence given to him.

  There had been times, where black edged around his vision, and he'd prayed so hard for it to take control, but a new wave of fire would bring him back sharply. He'd cried too many times to count, and his face was coated with salty tears.

  But just when Phil was going go give up, and beg the Highers to leave him alone, it stopped, as suddenly as it had started.

  He lay there, panting and sweating, his eyes closed tightly and braced for any unexpected pain. But none came, and he slowly opened his eyes to see all the Highers surrounding him, silent as ever. He stared back at them, still trying to catch his breath from his nightmarish experience.

  "Is....is it o-over? Are we d-one?" He asked weakly, and he winced because his throat was sore from yelling so much.

  "Almost." One of them said, and Phil almost started crying. What more did they possibly have to do with him?

  "Please, God please don't. Don't hurt me anymore, I can't.....I can't take any more. Please, no more..." He shamlessly begged, not caring about the pain in his throat, he just wanted to leave.

  "Don't worry, Phillip. The next part isn't painful at all, we just have to let the blood we injected in you settle. After that, you can leave."

  Phil exhaled at that, relieved that nothing painful was involved. He would break in half if so.

  "But there is a side effect." Phil visibly tensed, hoping that they weren't going to slice him open or anything. "Don't worry. The only thing is you might have mild hallucinations. You won't even remember it, after its over. Only another hour or two, Phil, hold out." Wow, that was the first time they'd called him Phil.

  There was silence for a moment, before the Highers all left, walking away from the table and leaving Phil by himself.

  He really hoped that these 'hallucinations' weren't too much for him, because he seriously didn't know how much more he could handle of this ritual.

  He was still sweating, and right now he was-

  -caught up in the feel of Dan's lips.

  It was early morning, maybe seven or eight a.m. Phil lay on his back in their bed, and Dan was on top of him, slowly kissing along his neck and moving down to his chest. The blankets were pulled over their heads in a tent like fashion, blocking them out from the rest of the world and giving them this moment alone.

  Phil let out a low moan, and tangled his fingers into Dan's at-the-moment curly hair, as Dan himself licked Phil's collarbone. Without warning, his lips attached to Phil's right nipple, biting it gently, and Phil leaned his head back, opening his mouth but was too deep in the sensitive pleasure to make a sound.

  Dan didn't stop there, but continued licking and biting down Phil's stomach, holding on to his hips tightly to stop him from moving around too much.

  "Dan." Phil gasped, still lost in the feel of everything that was happening. "Are you gonna.....?" He trailed off, blushing red at the rest of his sentence. But Dan knew what he meant and smirked up at him.

  "Do you want me to? We don't have to, if you're not ready."

  They'd never really discussed the topic of blowjobs, and never given or received one from the other. But Phil had thought of it quite a bit, and had to admit it was a sexy thought. Just the idea of having Dan wrap those lips, that he'd kissed a thousand times, around his most sensitive area, made him groan.

  "Oh God, yes. I want you to, I really want you t-" He was cut off though, eliciting a loud moan, as Dan licked along his v-line and started to kiss the side of his hardened shaft. It was heaven and hell all mixed into one, and Phil couldn't get enough.

  Dan made his way slowly up Phil's erection, only pressing his lips in open mouth kisses along the side. Phil was a mess, letting out moans and whimpers that only fueled Dan along. He almost lost it completely when Dan licked at his tip, his eyes rolled backwards and his back arched dangerously.

  And just when he thought it could get any better, Dan opened his mouth wide, and-

  -he was thrown back into reality, so sharp amd suddenly he gasped.

  What the hell was that? That wasn't a hallucination, that was a....wet dream. And he wasn't surprised to find he was a bit firm below the belt. If they were all gonna be like that, then he didn't mind this last part.

  He was just getting his breath back from earlier excitement, when-

  "-why you keep going on about it!" Dan shouted, and Phil flinched slightly at the loudness of his voice. But he didn't back down.

  It was mabe three days after they had come back to Reaper Headquarters, and Dan was still being hot headed about Phil becoming a Reaper. It was the first argument they'd had about it, and Dan had ended up sleeping on the floor, being stubborn as he was.

  "Dan, you and I know both know it has to happen, sooner or later. Why not just get it over with, and stop being such an arse about it."

  "And now I'm an arse, because what, I want to spend some time with you before you change?"

  "Stop trying to make me feel like the bad guy, Dan! You won't let me have any say in this, but its just as much my decision as yours!"

  "I know that, but you're being way too irrational! We haven't been here for a week, and you're already rushing to join up."

  "Because I'm different right now! From everyone here, and I know what its like to be different. Not fun." He'd stopped shouting now, and was just standing there, trying not to cry in front of Dan.

  Dan sighed loudly, tugging his fingerss through his hair in defeat and frustration.

  "I'm sorry, Phil. I just love you way too much to-"

  -and it was over again, in the blink of an eye.

  Phil didn't open his eyes this time, he just lay there, trying to get over what had just happened.

  And that's how it was for the next hour and a half. Memories came flooding back into his head; images he never wanted to see again, thoughts that he never thought would pass through his brain. He may have cried out once or twice from a few painful ones, and he was crying again as he imagined Dan leaving him, having nowhere else to go, anything that twisted his insides in the most painful way possible.

  He tried his hardest to bear through it, because even though it wasn't physically painful, it wore down on his emotional capacity. He didn't think he'd ever get over this experience, not completely. There were some instances like the first, with him and Dan at their most intimate, and he praised everything in the universe when those came along.

  And then it stopped. He didn't know exactly when, but he lay there for some time, waiting for the next wave of heavy sadness or intense pleasure, but it never came. He sighed in relief, ready to leave already and go see Dan, forget about this whole thing.

  He opened his eyes weakly as the Highers all surrounded him once again, and almost shouted with joy as they unlocked the binds that were tying him down.

  "The ritual has been completed." One of them said. " Lorem ipsum dolor sit mundus in infinitum."

                                      ************************

  Dan's POV

  Where the hell was he? It had been three days, way past the time he should be here.

  Dan had been pacing his room all night and day today, waiting and waiting for Phil to show up, and he was growing ever anxious as the minutes, and hours ticked by. It really shouldn't take this long, had something happened to him?

  Even after PJ and Chris had payed him a visit last night, he hadn't gone to sleep at all. His brain was on overdrive, worrying himself to death. He just wanted this all to be over, so that he could hug his boyfriend again, just touch him and know he was alright.

  He stopped in the middle of the room, staring intently at the door handle and willing it to turn, and to his surprise, it did. The door swung open, and oh jesus, he was staring into the blue depths of Phil's eyes, he'd almost forgotten how mezmerising they were.

  He didn't have any time to say anything, because suddenly, Phil had launched himself across the room and into Dan's arms, burying his face into Dan's chest. Dan pulled him as close as possible, resting his face into Phil's dark hair. He'd missed this man so fucking much, he wasn't surprised to see he was trying not to cry.

   They stood like that for such a long time, and Dan never wanted to move, but he could feel Phil's shoulders shaking and he was obviously sobbing into Dan's shirt.

"You don't know how much I missed you, Dan." He said, his voice thick with emotion, and Dan's heart wrenched. "It was horrible, what they did, I couldn't take it. You were right."

  "I'm sorry..." Dan whispered, and nuzzled his nose against Phil's neck, trying to calm him down.

  Suddenly, Phil pulled away, and they were kissing, like they hadn't seen each other in years. He was still crying, but he didn't let go, clinging desperately to Dan as if he would disappear at any second.

  It was rough and it was fast, but it was also so full of love that it made Dan lightheaded with the feeling. He could practically taste Phil's need and desperation, and put as much reassurance into that kiss as possible.

  Phil pulled away just as quickly, their foreheads still touching and both of them short of breath.

  "I....I need you, Dan." He whispered, so quietly that Dan almost didn't hear him, but he nodded and started trailing his lips across Phil's jawline and to his neck.

  Phil leaned his head back, so that Dan could have more access to the sensitive skin, and moaned softly as his tongue trailed across it. He pushed Dan's shirt up slightly, and dragged his nails up, scratching lightly at his exposed skin and smiling when he heard Dan groan at the feeling. He pushed Dan away, but only so he could take off both of their shirts, and they were at it again, attaching their lips recklessly and grabbing at any bit of chest or back available.

  Dan pushed Phil back, so that he lay on the smallish bed on his back, staring up at Dan with his blue eyes darkening lustfully. Dan growled and climbed ontop of him, kissing along his hips slowly, licking his v-line and teasing at the waistband of his jeans. Phil curled his fingers into Dan's hair, trying not let out any sounds, but failing as Dan used his hands to make up for where his mouth wasn't.

  The room was overheating, as they got more erotic in their actions, and the silence was punctuated by the occasional moan, or muffled scream as Phil was turned onto his stomach.

  They couldn't get enough of each other, and they kept coming back to each other again and again, throughout the day and far into the night. It didn't matter if they were tired and covered in sweat, it was worth it, having to spend so long away from each other, and finally being able to reaqquaint.

  As the night slowly started fading into dawn, and Phil had collapsed, falling asleep instantly, Dan was awake still, holding him and going over everything that had happened happily. He was just so glad that Phil was back, and didn't seem too different.

  And as he drifted off slowly, he couldn't help but be grateful to the Highers, if only for an instant.

                                    ************************

a/n: It hasn't been that long I know, but I had a break through last night (finally). And special thanks to everyone who was prepared to wait a long time for this, and all the support. Love you guys :3