onward and upward

Dan woke up in a panic, a reoccurrence that had happened for multiple nights now. His eyes searched his room in the dark, trying to get his bearings. He took harsh breaths, his heartbeat echoing in his ears.

It had been two weeks since the accident. He had been counting down the days to now.

He was finally able to go see Phil.

Phil didn't die that fateful night two weeks back. He did, however, almost. Vampires were blessed, or cursed - depending on who you asked - with immortality. But their bodies were still human, so they weren't completely invincible. If they got hit by a car going sixty miles an hour, their insides were going to turn to jello, just like they would if they were human.

And that's what had happened to Phil. His limbs were broken, his insides mush. Technically, he should have died. But the one thing that saved him... was Dan's blood.

Since he had it in his system, his body was able to cling onto that one little bit to stay alive. He was in a coma, and had to be monitored heavily. And be given blood daily to regain his strength. But he was alive.

However, Dan wasn't allowed to see him. Celeste had told Dan Phil looked terrible, basically that of a corpse. And seeing that image was not something he needed ingrained in his memory. God knows the crash was enough of nightmare fuel to last him the rest of his life. So, he had to wait to see a healed version of Phil. And Cel had given him this date, two weeks after said crash, as the first day he could see him. That he should look better by now.

He had even woken up a few days prior. So things must have turned out well, Dan hoped.

He just wanted to hear Phil's voice. To know he was alright. That's all that mattered to Dan.

That, and killing Dmitri.

Dan wasn't a violent person. In fact, he hated violence. Even when he was bullied as a child he never fought back physically. But the rage that was inside of him now was unlike anything he had felt before. Because everyone knew that Phil's almost death was because of Dmitri and this stupid war.

The human that had caused the crash, when he finally came to, had no recollection of it. All he was able to repeat was "He made me do it." for hours after until finally Dmitri's powers had lifted from him.

Everyone knew Dmitri was an older vamp. Not many vampires made it to 500 years old. But no one knew how strong he could be. Because sure, vampires could control humans in the moment. But hours after? That was unheard of. Now, Dan didn't know who he could trust. Because at any moment, like a sleeper agent, a person could be activated to kill him or Phil. And that terrified him.

Because he couldn't lose Phil. Not now, not ever.

He hated to admit it, but it took Phil almost dying in his arms for him to realize he loved him. He was so worried about the destiny of it all that he never stopped to think about what he actually felt. 

Dan was okay with the idea of himself dying. As fucked up as that sounded, he had accepted it a long time ago. Even tried to speed up the process a few times in his life long before he met Phil. He could accept that there would come a time that if he and Phil got together, he would have to leave him behind. Shuffle off this mortal coil, etcetera. But he never imagined it the other way around. Oh God, how could he be so stupid? So blind?

A world without Phil was just not a world he wanted to be a part of.

But he was lucky, for once in his life. Phil wasn't taken from him. And he had no intentions of ever leaving Phil again. 

~\/~\/~

Dan paced around the apartment for what felt like hours, waiting for Cel’s call letting him know when he could see Phil. He wasn't sure where they were even keeping him. Probably at a hospital not too far away that specialized in vampires, if he thought about it. But that didn't matter; he just wanted to see him.

Eventually he called Celeste himself, demanding to know any updates on Phil.

“He's doing okay. It really helps that you've been allowing us to give some of your blood to him too.” She let out a relieved laugh, “I swear, it's like a miracle cure.”

“That's great. When is he coming home? Or when can I see him?” Dan asked, bluntly.

“Soon. Probably tomorrow.” She guessed.

His face dropped, “You said today.”

She sighed, “I know. But I'm just not sure Phil's ready to see anyone yet. He only woke up-”

“Four days ago, I know,” he interrupted. “But you said he looks better. And that he's mostly healed. Why can't I see him?”

“It's just not time yet. I'm sorry, Dan,” she apologized. “I know you want to see him but I just don't think it's the right time.”

“Cel, I just want to see him. I don't care what he looks like, if he has a limb hanging off his body, or he's bruised all over. It's been two weeks and the last time I saw him I thought he was fucking dead.” He shuddered a breath, tears forming. “Please. I love him. I need to tell him that.”

“I know, Daniel. Tomorrow. I mean it. You'll see him. One way or another.” She promised.

“You're right. Because if you don't let me see him, I'll go to every hospital near this apartment until I find him.” He argued, anger filling his chest.

“That's not gonna help the situation, Dan.” She stated.

“Oh okay, I'll just offer myself up to Dmitri. Will that speed up the fucking process?” He sassed.

She huffed. “Don't be ridiculous.”

“Then you better take me fucking seriously.” Dan ended the phone call, throwing his phone onto the couch roughly. He exhaled a loud grunt, his chest heaving. He shouldn't have talked to Celeste like that, he knew. 

But God. He just missed Phil.

~\/~\/~

Dan wasn't sure when he fell asleep, but he must have dozed off on the couch at some point. The tv was still on, flickering away on some random show he put on. He slowly sat up, his face swollen and stained with tears. Some still fresh. He didn't even remember crying. But that had become a recurring thing too.

“You talk a lot in your sleep, you know.”

Dan's body froze, the voice making his heart skip. Part of him thought for just a moment, he had finally lost it. He was hearing Phil's voice even when he wasn't here.

“I think you might have eyes in the back of your head. You said there was a man in the room when I came in.” He giggled, “Kind of creepy, Daniel.”

Dan spun to the voice. Phil leaned against the kitchen counter, looking out into the living room. His eyes were soft, his smile softer.

“Phil... Are you real?” He quivered.

“Yeah. At least, I would hope so.” He tapped his body all over, nodding. “Yep, pretty real.”

“When…” Dan uttered.

“Well, when I heard you were threatening to offer yourself to Dmitri just to see me, I figured it was time for me to come home, regardless of how I was feeling.” Phil answered.

“Are you better?” He asked, looking him over.

“Yeah. I sort of told them to feed me as much blood as possible to heal me faster. Even though, of course, nothing compares to yours. And surprisingly, there were a lot of donors at the hospital.” He mused, “I've come to the realization O positive isn't as good as O negative.”

He nodded meekly, his eyes never leaving Phil; too afraid he would disappear. “Cel told me my blood was helping a lot.”

“It was. I just figured, desperate times, desperate measures.” He swallowed, “You're not the only one that wanted me home.”

Dan wasn't sure when he stood up and walked to Phil, but suddenly he was in front of him. His eyes were brimming with tears, his gaze unable to leave Phil's face. He looked... normal. Like he did before. Like the night of.

Dan closed the space, wrapping his arms tightly around Phil. He breathed Phil in, his scent hitting Dan's nose like a tidal wave. He felt himself relax into the embrace. And then the tears just poured from his eyes. Phil's arm held Dan, his voice cooing him gently as he cried on his shoulder.

“I thought you died.” He whimpered.

Phil breathed, “I thought I did too.”

Dan pulled back, still gripping him, “What the fuck even happened? H-How-”

“I saw the car coming. And then I realized that the vision I had at the club - the lights, cold, all of it - was a car crash. That's what I saw,” he explained. “And all I could think was you weren't gonna make it. So I just... pushed you out of the way.”

“You could have gotten out of the way too. Why didn't you, you idiot?” He cried dramatically, smacking his chest pathetically.

“I just needed to be sure you were safe. I wasn't sure how fast the car was coming. And then it all went dark. I know I pushed you hard.” He cupped his face, his eyes searching Dan’s. “Are you okay?”

“You're really gonna ask that?” Dan choked, and Phil nodded his head. “I got scrapped up a bit. But I'm fine. God, you're the one who's insides turned to soup and you're asking me if I'm fine. You big, dumb idiot…”

“A big, dumb idiot would have just stood there. I'm, at the very least, a big, smart idiot.” He grinned.

“Whatever you say.” He exhaled, cracking a smile.

Phil’s voice lowered, his eyes looking away. “You know, it wasn't the only time I've had visions like that.”

“What do you mean?” Dan inquired.

“The night you snuck out, I didn't stalk you. I saw a vision of you getting attacked in the alley. The night Dmitri's lover came for you, I saw it too. That's how I knew to go to your bar.” He took a deep breath, shaking his head, “It's like ever since we met I see every time you're in trouble. But I keep showing up too late. I didn't want this time to be like that.”

“You saved me. I'm okay. But next time, if there ever is a next time, save yourself too.” He stated.

He agreed. “Okay, I'll try.”

“No try. You have to. Otherwise, you are a big, dumb idiot.” He rebutted lightly.

“I'll be smart next time. I promise.” Phil said, sweetly.

Dan rested his forehead against Phil's, his hands cupping Phil's face. He closed his eyes, breathing in time with Phil.

“Dan…” He whispered.

He hummed back, “Hmm?”

Phil leaned in, his lips an inch away. “Can I kiss you?” 

“Don't ask. Ever again.” Dan rubbed his nose with Phil's. “It's always yes.”

Phil nodded, biting his bottom lip. He closed the gap, their lips connecting. For the first time in weeks, Dan's world felt calm. It all grew quiet in his ears, the only sound was the softest whimper he let out as Phil pressed into him.

The kiss was warm and sensual. A low eagerness building as their bodies melted into one another. Dan's hands tightened their hold on Phil's jaw, one slithering into his hair and tugging on his locks. Phil's mouth opened wider with a gasp, Dan's tongue taking control of the kiss. 

Dan pulled Phil backwards with him, resting his body against the kitchen counter. He wasn't sure his knees were strong enough to keep him up. The way Phil sighed around his tongue made his head spin, his whole body a lightening rod. His heart banged in his ribcage, begging to be heard.

“I love you.” Dan murmured, breaking the kiss.

Phil froze, his hands twitched against Dan's hips. He swallowed, “I think we should go to bed. I'm still exhausted from... all of it.”

“Yeah, of course. Let's get you to bed.” He pulled back, tugging Phil’s arm gently.

“You're joining me, right?” Phil squeezed Dan's hand.

“If you want me to.” He teased. 

He playfully scoffed, “Two weeks without you near was too much.”

Dan smiled, dropping his head bashfully. Phil kissed his cheek, pulling him towards his bedroom.

~\/~\/~

Dan slept well for the first time in weeks. He woke up in Phil's embrace, his arms draped over his form sleepily. Phil's breath was fanning across the back of Dan's neck, causing goosebumps to raise along the skin of his neck and shoulders.

He enjoyed having Phil this close. He was so happy he was home.

But this tiny voice in the back of his mind muttered something low. Something he wished he could ignore.

He didn't say 'I love you' back.

Dan tried to rationalize it. Maybe he didn't hear him. Maybe Phil wasn't the type to say 'I love you'. Maybe he wasn't ready to say it back.

Or maybe... he didn't love me.

But there was no way he didn't love him. Right? How could he say he had waited 200 years for Dan to come back to him, only to not love him? That wouldn't make a lick of sense.

Dan shook his head, erasing the thought. Phil literally just came home from the hospital after basically being a corpse for two weeks. Maybe give him 24 hours to say it back, Daniel.

He snuggled back into Phil's arm, his back pressing against his chest. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep again.

~\/~\/~

It had been 24 hours and Phil hadn't said it back.

Dan felt crazy, like a clingy girlfriend or something. How could he feel this insane over someone he only just confessed his feelings for? It didn't make sense to him.

He had waited, hoping Phil at some point during the day would say it back. Dan even said it again to him, this time full on and to his face. No way of ignoring it, and Phil just... nodded. Went back to making his lunch.

Dan was too dumbfounded to say anything back. And Phil ended up bringing up some other topic of conversation, and they both got lost in that for a while.

But now it was eating away at him. As he sat across from him on the sofa, watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Dan figured it was only right to let Phil choose what to watch tonight, given he had been gone for so long. And almost died. And literally did all of that to save Dan.

And also because Dan loved him and wanted him to watch whatever he wanted.

Which is why he was slowly growing annoyed more and more by the second. He just wanted confirmation one way or the other. If Phil wasn't ready to say it, that's fine. But at least... acknowledge it. Say something! Anything! Literally a single word would be better than the ongoing thoughts that were running miles in Dan's brain, all pointing to a deep, fundamental truth he had felt since childhood.

You're unlovable. Even Phil can't love you, and he waited for you. You're such a disappointment to him, he can't even pretend to like you back.

“Dan... you good?” Phil’s voice sounded.

Dan turned to Phil, breaking out of his spiral. “What? Yeah. I'm fine.”

“You sure? You just looked... so lost in thought there.” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

“No, I'm okay. Just thinking.” He assured.

“Okay.” Phil turned back to the TV.

Dan tried his best to just… wait it out. Let the feeling pass. But he couldn’t. He had to know for sure. 

“I love you.” He spoke, sincerely.

Phil blinked, keeping his eyes on the tv. His Adam's apple bobbed with a hard swallow.

“Did you hear me? I said I love you.” Dan repeated.

“Yeah. I heard you.” His lips were in a tight, thin line.

He paused, “Are you going to... say it back?”

Phil inhaled, “Dan.”

“If you aren't ready to say it, that's fine. I just feel like I'm going a bit crazy because you've been ignoring it every time I say it.” Dan fully turned to face Phil, his mouth moving a mile a second.

He furrowed his brow, “Dan, I just-”

Dan continued. “Like I know it might be a lot for me to just spring on you, but I just needed you to know that I do love you and I just-”

He tried to interject, “Please. Let me-”

Dan barely took a breath between words. “Wanted to be sure that you actually acknowledge me saying it because it just seems like you keep ignoring me every time and I don't know what's wron-!”

“Dan!” Phil exclaimed. He huffed out a sound, sliding off of the couch. “Enough.”

Dan narrowed his gaze, confused. “Why are you upset? Is it because I said-”

“No. I'm not upset that you said it.” Phil sighed, rubbing his eyes as he stood in front of him. “Look, we've gone through a lot of traumatic shit within the last couple weeks. You almost died, twice. And I basically died. And I just think…”

“What?” He urged.

“You don't mean it,” he looked defeated. “You're just saying it because you've been under an incredible amount of stress in such a short time and you just haven't processed any of it right and-”

“Phil.” He cut him off, his face hardening.

He snapped. “What? Am I wrong?”

Dan glared, standing up. “Yes. Completely.”

“So you haven't experienced trauma on the daily for the past couple weeks? It's all been smooth sailing for you?” He jeered, putting space between them.

“No. No. You're right about that. But you're wrong about why I'm saying I love you.” He argued.

“Maybe give it a day or two, yeah?” Phil shrugged, “See how you feel next week and maybe then we'll see if you still feel that way about me.”

Dan was unmoving. “I'm still gonna love you in a week's time, Phil. What are you on about?”

“You have fought against this, tooth and nail. And now you just... love me?” His face twisted in frustration. “It just came to you miraculously, on your own volition?”

“Yes. I think I always knew I loved you, I just wasn't ready to-” Dan began.

Phil winced. Winced. “Dan. Just stop. Stop saying it.”

“Why? Why is it so hard for you to accept that I feel this way? Isn't this what you wanted? Isn't this what you waited 200 years for?” He didn’t like how desperate his voice sounded as he spoke.

“Yes! Of course it is!” He exploded. “I have wanted you to say that every second of every day since the moment you walked into my apartment, but... how can I believe it now?”

His heart ached, his voice lowering. “Do you think I'm lying?”

“No, not lying. But... What if you were right about it? About... fate. Destiny. Whatever the fuck it is.” He groaned, his lower lip quivering. “It brought you to me, sure. But what if it's forcing you to love me just because we're 'destined' to be together and end with you dying? What if, in reality, you have no choice in this matter and you're being forced to love someone you don't actually like at all. I wouldn't... I wouldn't want that for anyone, but especially you.” He lowered his head, swallowing hard. “You deserve to have a choice. You deserve... to live a life without me in it. All I've done is brought chaos into yours. You've almost died far too many times since meeting me. It all points to the same fucking ending and I just can't. I don't want you here if it truly ends with you dying. You have to want to be here.”

“And you think I don't want to be here?” Dan asked. 

“Isn't that how you've felt all this time? It's why you snuck out in the first place. It's why you've begged to go to work, of all places, just to not be around me.” Phil hissed.

It was Dan who lowered his gaze this time. “It's true that I don't like having my choices made for me. I won't deny that.”

“Exactly.” He shot back, bitingly.

“But. That doesn't mean I don't want to be here. I could have left. For two weeks, you were gone. I could have ran. I could have left and never came back. But I stayed. I stayed because I wanted to. Because I wanted to see you. Because I needed to see you. I needed to see you again so I could tell you I love you.” He confessed.

He rolled his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair. “Dan, please.”

“Listen to me, Phil. Since the moment I met you, I've felt this... pull towards you. I hated admitting it, especially when I found out about the curse. But it was always there. That’s why I tried to stay away. Not because I didn’t like you, but because I liked you too much. It was all so intense and fast. And as I got to know you, I slowly started to fall for you more. You have treated me like no other person ever has. You care about me, genuinely. You're sweet and kind and so intelligent. And probably one of the funniest people I know.” Dan stepped closer, his eyes boring into Phil’s. “And being with you... physically, is unlike anything I've ever felt before. I crave to be around you, as often as possible. I want to be around you, as often as possible.”

Phil bit his trembling lip, remaining quiet.

“When I thought you died, I felt like I lost a part of myself. And it suddenly dawned on me, while I held your body in my arms, that I never got to tell you how I felt. How I finally felt like I belonged, how I finally felt loved by someone. How I finally felt seen. For the first time in my life, I wanted to live. I've never felt more alive than with you.” He choked back a cry deep within his throat. “But you were gone. And I just felt so broken. That's how I know I love you. Because I can't imagine going on for the rest of my life without you in it.”

Phil’s eyes stung with tears. “But that's the thing, Dan. You're gonna die. All because you met me. Because you love me.”

“No. I won't allow that to happen. And neither will you.” Dan said, determined.

He let out a humorless laugh. “C'mon. It's destiny.”

“Look how many times I almost died. You stopped every single one. If I have to fight every single day to stay alive just to be with you, I'll do it. Because that is truly what I want. I want to spend every single day with you, even if it kills me.” He insisted.

He shuddered a breath. “You're signing your death wish loving me.”

He shrugged back, “I know. But what else am I supposed to do? Not love you?”

“Leave. Run as fast as you can. Go, before it's too late.” He suggested, sincerely.

“It is too late, unfortunately.” Dan smiled, “Besides, living on the edge is kind of fun. Minus the constant string of almost deaths.”

Phil’s head dropped, “I don't know if I can take losing you again.”

Dan grabbed his hands, pulling him close. “Then don't. Fuck fate. I'm not allowing myself to die, and I know you won't allow that to happen either. I'm gonna be around you so long you'll get sick of me.”

“Not possible.” He shook his head, giving Dan a once over. “Is this really what you want?”

“Absolutely. I love you.” He responded, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Phil finally let the tears shed, “Fuck, I love you too. I've been waiting 200 years to say that to you.”

Dan wiped them away, locking his eyes with his once more. “That's a lot of time to make up for. How about we start... tonight?”

Phil's eyes darkened, his head nodding devilishly. He leaned in, giving Dan a feverous kiss. Dan melted into him, his arms wrapping around him tightly. He had just begun to nibble on Phil's lip when he pulled away. “I have to ask you something first.”

“What?” He queried.

“Tonight... Can I mark you? Permanently?” Phil asked.

Dan inhaled sharply. “Wouldn't that mean-?”

“If you don't want to be turned, that's fine. I know it's a lot to ask out of the blue.” He remarked, “But I figured, if you plan to stick around for a long time, you're gonna need to be immortal to do that.”

He mused, “That's true.” 

“I have no plans to turn you, not unless you want it. But a permanent mark means you will be turned, eventually.” He reiterated.

“I know.” Dan murmured.

Phil stammered, “A-and if you don't want that, that's okay. You can say no, I don't mi-”

“You can... mark me.” He swallowed hard, his body racing with pleasure, “Permanently.”

He bit his lip, “Are you sure?”

Dan hummed, closing his eyes tightly. “I want to be yours. And I want you to be mine... forever.”

Phil pressed his forehead against Dan's, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “Daniel…”

He couldn't help but mewl, pressing himself into Phil's body. “I love when you say my name like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Dan?”

“Mhmm?”

“I need you to fuck me. Right. Now.” Phil growled.

Dan slammed his lips onto Phil's, moaning into the kiss. Phil's arms wrapped around Dan firmly, and suddenly a gush of wind hit Dan's back. They were no longer in the living room. Phil had moved them to his bedroom in a flash, never stopping the kiss.

He pushed Dan down onto the bed, climbing on top of him instantly. Dan's mouth fell open, a dark chuckle escaping his lips.

“You're so eager.” He smirked.

He exhaled a laugh, “You try waiting hundreds of years for your lover and see how calm you are in bed.”

“You're not gonna last longer than two seconds, by that logic.” Dan raised an eyebrow at him.

Phil teased, “If you're good enough, maybe.”

“Is that a challenge?” He whispered, huskily.

“Only if you're up for it.” Phil's hand slid down Dan's body, cupping his hardening length through his pants. “I guess that's a yes.”

Dan stifled a moan, his eyes fluttering at Phil's motion. His hips moved involuntarily, rubbing up against Phil's hand. “F-Fuck, Phil.”

He nipped along Dan's jaw, a playful grin resting on his lips. “Already so hard for me, we haven't even done anything.”

“Kissing you just really gets me going, I guess.” Dan choked out a laugh, pressing his head back against the pillow. He stared up at Phil, his hand sliding down between Phil's legs. He slithered his hand inside of his pants, grasping Phil's fully erect cock. “This all for me too?”

Phil's head fell into Dan's neck, a whine slipping from his lips. “Y-Yes, Dan. Need you so bad.”

Dan pushed Phil over with his other hand, getting on top of him. “Let me make you feel good. Please?”

Dan had already began to lower himself before Phil could answer. His hands rested softly on Phil's hips, waiting for approval. He stared up at Phil with pleading eyes drowning in lust.

Phil nodded, biting his lip; Dan's gaze leaving him speechless. Dan yanked Phil's pants down, leaving his underwear on for the moment. Phil pulled his shirt off, suddenly feeling extremely exposed.

He gripped the shoulders of Dan's shirt, pulling at it. “Off.”

Dan smirked up at him, listening to him a second later. Phil stared down at Dan's back, his eyes snaking over the freckles and moles that adorned his skin.

Dan's lips found Phil's stomach, kissing and licking at the soft skin. Dan had wanted to do this for so long, to see Phil like this: naked and hard for him. Aching for him. And as the closer he grew to Phil's cock, his mouth watered. If he didn't taste him soon, he would need to be put down like a rabid dog.

He nipped at Phil's hips, just above his underwear. Phil sucked in a breath, biting back a grin. His fingers massaged along Dan's shoulders, nails digging into his forearms as he finally began to pull his underwear down.

Dan slid it off Phil's legs, tossing it behind him with their other discarded clothes. Phil's dick slapped against his stomach, the tip red and leaking; begging for attention.

Dan took in every detail of Phil's member. His hand wrapped around the base of it, giving it a few soft tugs.

“Oh, fuck Daniel. I-I don't think I'm gonna last that long tonight.” He gripped the blanket underneath him, “Your hands already feel too good.”

“Well good thing we have eternity to do this over and over again.”

Dan jerked him a few more times, before finally bringing his lips to the leaking head. He licked around the tip, allowing Phil's taste to linger on his tongue. Phil watched, frozen in pleasure, as Dan sank down on his cock. He took him inch by inch, his eyes locking with Phil's the deeper he went.

Phil threw his head back against the pillow, his fingers lacing into Dan's soft hair. He cursed, adjusting his hips so he could gently thrust into Dan's mouth. Dan caught on, however; he placed his hands on Phil's hips, pushing him down into the mattress. He bobbed his head in a steady rhythm, Phil barely able to move.

“Fuck yes, Dan. So good.” Phil's voice was just above a whisper, “So good to me.”

Dan moaned around Phil's cock, the praise rushing straight to his own dick. He was leaking precum inside his own underwear, the sticky sensation arousing him more. He rutted against the mattress pathetically, needing any kind of friction he could get.

He popped his mouth off of Phil, replacing it with his hand. His mouth lowered, licking and sucking on Phil's balls. Phil's hips snapped, his mouth falling open in a surprised gasp. He watched Dan with half-lidded eyes.

Dan sped up his motions, his hand squeezing lightly around Phil. His lips wrapped around Phil's cock again, taking him deeper. Phil's back arched at the feeling, his eyes rolling up into his head.

“God, Dan. I'm already getting close. Don't stop, p-please.” He begged.

Dan pressed down on Phil's abs, making sure he couldn't buck up into his mouth. He wanted to be the one to fuck Phil's cock with his mouth and make him come. Even though, the idea of Phil facefucking him did sound incredibly hot. But not now. He wanted to prove to Phil how much he wanted him, how much he needed him, how much he loved him.

He hollowed out his cheeks, sucking Phil harder and harder with each bob of his head. He could feel Phil hitting the back of his throat, almost gagging around him.

The noises from both of them were so obscene, it made Dan leak more and more. Phil tugged on Dan's hair, whimpering as he tried to fuck into Dan's mouth.

“Fuck! 'm coming, Dan! Yessss!” Phil mewled, his breath hitching in his throat as he exploded into Dan's mouth. Dan swallowed around Phil's member, taking as much of his cum as he could. He stared up at Phil with glistening eyes, watching as he unraveled. What a beautiful sight to behold.

Once Phil was finished, Dan slowly slid him out of his mouth. He gave little licks to the softening head, smiling mischievously as Phil's body jolted from the overstimulation. 

Phil glared down at him playfully, Dan finally noticing that his eyes were red, his fangs just peeking out from behind his upper lip. He crawled up to Phil, his eyes searching his face. “Does that always happen when you...?”

“What?” Phil's tongue licked his lips, suddenly feeling his fangs. “Oh! Sorry. Um, I don't think so…”

“It's okay. I like the whole vamp look. It'd be pretty dumb if I didn't find it hot.” He snickered.

Phil blinked, “You like when I look like this?”

“One hundred percent.” Dan confirmed.

Phil purred. “You're a freak.” 

He nudged him with his nose. “Just for you.”

“Good. I don't want to share.” He replied.

“Me neither.”

They smiled at each other, a glow settling into their skins. Phil leaned up and caught Dan's lips. It was a slow kiss, sensual. Dan's body pressed into Phil's, his hard on digging into his hip.

“Mmm. You poor thing. You're so hard.” Phil teased, his hand slithering between the two of them and finding Dan's bulge.

Dan hissed, burying his face in Phil's neck. He couldn't help but grind his crotch against his hand, needily.

Phil pulled at Dan's pants, sliding his hand in and finally touching Dan's aching cock. “Fuuuck. You're so wet and hard for me.”

Dan found Phil's lips, kissing him deeply. Phil stroked his length slowly, their tongues lapping at each other. Dan finally pulled back a moment later, his eyes as dark as night.

“On your stomach.”

Phil's eyes widened, his body following Dan's command. Dan kneeled on the bed, pulling his pants and underwear off finally. His cock sprang free, the cool air around it making his body almost shiver. Phil watched Dan over his shoulder, his eyes dancing over his lower half.

Before Dan could ask, Phil reached over and grabbed lube out of his night stand. He handed it to Dan, settling back down on the mattress.

Dan lubed up his fingers, lowering himself closer to Phil. He kissed along his spine, making sure to give an extra kiss to the beauty marks that decorated Phil's skin. Phil let out a soft giggle when Dan finally sunk to the base of his spine. He spread his legs, giving Dan more access.

Dan rested his one hand on Phil's hip, the other slowly tracing the sensitive skin of Phil's hole. Dan's movements were gentle, slowly easing himself into Phil.

Phil moaned into the pillow, his back arching at Dan's teasing motions. Dan guided a finger into Phil's hole, stretching him out. He worked his digit in and out of Phil, pressing closer and closer to his prostate.

“Gimme more.”

Dan raised an eyebrow, kissing his hip. “Patience, your majesty.”

As Dan added a second finger, Phil could feel himself growing hard against the mattress. He wiggled his hips, trying to get some relief, but it wasn't enough. Dan reveled at the feeling of Phil around his fingers. He could only imagine how good he would feel around his cock.

Phil whined desperately, “Moreee.”

Dan snickered, adding a third finger. “This what you want?”

Phil fucked back against Dan's fingers, panting. “Yeahhh.”

Dan watched Phil, mesmerized by the way his hole took his fingers. His dick was knocking up against his stomach, begging for any attention. He raised himself back up the mattress, his mouth right by Phil's ear. “You ready for me?”

“Fuck yes, Dan. Please.” He pleaded.

Dan glided his fingers out of Phil, grabbing the lube and squirting more into his hand. He slathered his cock in it, jerking himself off until he felt covered in it. He angled his hips, lining himself up. Phil was looking over his shoulder at Dan, waiting.

Dan eased in, Phil's body taking him slowly inch by inch. He felt like a siren was going off inside of him, his mind reeling with pleasure and Phil. He sank deeper, until he was finally buried completely inside of him.

He stayed there for a moment, just breathing. They both took deep breaths, Phil's body shuddering under Dan.

“You okay?” He muttered, rubbing his hips.

Phil nodded, biting his lip harshly. “You just feel so fucking good.”

Dan lowered his head to Phil's neck, kissing along his shoulders. He pulled out of Phil, leaving just his tip inside, until pushing back in.

They found the perfect rhythm quickly. Phil bucked back in time to meet Dan's thrusts, his ass beginning to slap against him. Dan wanted Phil even closer to him, somehow. He snaked his hand under Phil, wrapping an arm across his chest and pressing his back to Dan's front. Phil gripped the pillows in front of him, keening.

His voice shook with each thrust, “Just. Like. That. Yeaaa.”

“Feels good, Phil? Am I making you feel good?” Dan grunted.

“Mhmmm, so good. Fucking amazing.” Phil nodded, panting. “Go faster.”

“Yeah?” Dan picked up his pace, the sound of their bodies slamming against each other echoing off the walls. “Want it like this?”

Phil grinned mindlessly, his eyes rolling. “Christ, Dan!”

Dan pressed his mouth against Phil's ear, breathing heavily into it. His hips rocketed back and forth like a piston, Phil taking him deeper each time.

“Lift your hips for me.” Dan commanded, his free hand sliding down Phil's side.

Phil did, and suddenly Dan's hand found his abandoned cock, throbbing for attention against the mattress. Phil whined, throwing his head back against Dan's shoulder.

“D-Dan, f-f-fuck.” Phil sputtered out, breathless.

A guttural sound fell from Dan’s lips. “Fuck my hand. Use me. Make yourself feel good.”

Dan watched Phil pound into his hand and back onto his dick, his whole body feeling like it was on fire. He growled, biting Phil's shoulder.

The air in the room was growing hotter by the second. Their bodies were slick with sweat, the bed dampening beneath them. The walls echoed with their depraved moans and cries, the snap of their hips like a hasty metronome. 

Neither Dan or Phil wanted this to end. Hours could pass with them just like this, tangled together in the sexiest way, and they would be content.

“'m getting close. Want you to come with me.” Phil lowered his voice, hungrily. “Please.”

Dan buried his head in between Phil's shoulder blades, pushing his forehead against his back. He nodded desperately, bucking into Phil faster and faster.

Phil's hole squeezed around Dan, and he swore he almost blacked out from the sensation. A high pitched sob escaped his lips. He gripped Phil's cock in response, Phil's breath hitching at the action.

His movements became messy, his mouthing falling open in a silent cry. Dan licked along his neck, asking him if he was going to come. Phil couldn't say anything, his body just bouncing between Dan's hand and dick. Phil shakily raised his hand behind him, his fingers finding Dan's hair. He tugged harshly, forcing Dan's head into the crease of his neck and shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Dan! I-I-” He wailed.

“Do it. Come for me.” He growled. “I'm right there too!”

Phil's mouth found Dan's ear; his voice an animalistic sound. “Fucking fill me, Dan. Come!”

Dan exploded in ecstasy a second later. He slammed into Phil repeatedly, his body stiffening as he shot his load deep inside of him. Phil squeezed around him, his cock coming all over Dan’s hand. They pushed against each other firmly, their bodies shaking in unison as they orgasmed. Nonsense fell from their lips, a blend of curses and each other's names.

They collapsed onto the bed, Dan rolling off of Phil. He eased out of him slowly, not wanting to hurt him. They laid close to one another, still catching their breaths after their incredible highs. Phil eventually rolled over, looking at Dan. His face was flushed, his lips plump, and hair a mess. He imagined he looked the same way as Phil.

Phil placed a hand lightly on Dan's forearm, stroking it affectionately. “You alright?”

Dan nodded lazily, smiling softly. “Yeah. You?”

“Never been better.”

Phil shimmied closer, pressing a kiss to the tip of Dan's nose. He giggled, closing his eyes. He placed a hand gently on Phil's hip, rubbing little circles into it with his thumb.

They stayed silent for a while, basking in the afterglow. Occasionally they would give each other a peck, breaking apart with tender grins.

Phil was the first to speak. “Do you still want me to mark you permanently?”

“Yeah. Can we do it tonight or did I wear you out?” Dan questioned, teasingly.

“I could go for another round, Howell.” Phil scowled, lightheartedly.

He rolled his eyes. “Sure you can.”

Phil sat up and straddled Dan's lap. “There is something you need to know about the permanent mark, though.”

“What's that?” He inquired.

“We have to drink each other's blood at the same time. It doesn't have to be a lot, just a little bit.” He admitted.

“Oh. Okay, sure.” Dan sat up underneath him. “How are we to do-?”

Phil reached over to the nightstand, pulling out a letter opener. It was sharp, sparkling in the light of the room. “I figured I could give myself a little nick, and you could drink from it.”

Dan nodded, watching Phil curiously. Phil raised the letter opener to his neck, poking his skin. A little cut formed, a little drop of blood spilling from it and dripping towards his collarbone.

“From your neck, really?” he questioned. “You could have just bitten your wrist like they do in the movies.”

“You’re gonna have to get used to drinking blood from necks. Might as well start with me.” He stated, his eyes mischievous. 

Dan exhaled, deadpanning. “Whatever you say.”

Phil cupped the back of Dan's head, pulling him towards him. In a second, his eyes changed to their crimson hues again, his fangs noticeable. He leaned in, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Dan lowered his head, kissing down Phil's neck before reaching the cut.

Phil whispered low, “Ready? Three. Two. One.”

Dan's mouth latched onto Phil's neck, as Phil plunged his fangs deep into Dan. Dan gasped against Phil, the bite feeling deeper than any bite before.

As Phil's blood flowed into his mouth, he felt this sensation race through him. His heart began to race, his eyes fluttering as his spine tingled. He kept drinking, soft moans falling from his lips as he did. It almost felt like his body was building up to a mini orgasm. It was overwhelming, but amazing. He was so distracted by the pleasure, he didn't realize how much Phil was taking from him.

He felt a crescendo hit, his body shaking with ecstasy as he whined and drank Phil's blood more.

Phil pulled back a moment later, his mouth stained red. His eyes were just as crimson, the hunger in them making Dan's heart skip a beat. He leaned forward, lips almost brushing. “You're mine, forever now.”

“And you're mine.” He stared, eyes wide with love and euphoria.

Phil beamed, “Thank God.”

Dan laughed, pulling Phil into a tight embrace. His body shifted slowly back into a laying position, Phil's head resting on Dan's chest.

Their eyes locked as Dan played with Phil's hair. “I love you.”

Phil’s smile remained, as he relaxed into Dan. His voice was just above as whisper as he spoke. “I've waited so long to hear you say that to me. I never got to hear it before you died.”

He furrowed his brow. “Really? We didn't say it to each other back then?”

“We were both too scared, I think.” He frowned.

“Then I have a lot of time to make up for.” Dan answered.

“We can start with forever.” Phil suggested.

He hummed, “Sounds good to me.”

Phil kissed across his collarbone, up to his jaw and then his lips. He went to pull back, only for Dan's hand to hold his face against his own. The kiss was slow and sensual, their tongues only getting a little taste of one another. 

Finally, Phil was able to pull back, taking a deep breath. He rubbed his nose against Dan's, sighing. “I love you too.”

Dan knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that this was the worst day of his life.

A couple of hours prior, he wouldn't have known that this day would end in tragedy. How terrifying the last couple minutes of his life had just become. If he had known this would happen, he would have stayed inside. He would be safe right now. He wouldn't have been sobbing his eyes out.

And Phil wouldn't be dead.

~\/~\/~

After what happened two weeks ago, both Dan and Phil agreed that he should stay in the apartment for the foreseeable future. And Dan knew that Phil was right, it just wasn't safe for him to be alone outside the apartment's four walls.

And in a weird way, Dan was okay with it this time. He had accepted it. But something else had creeped into his mind now, that hadn't been there before.

He liked being inside. And not just because at his core he was a homebody. Staying inside meant he would get to be with Phil more.

He could somewhat admit to himself, now, that he liked Phil. Sure, he still had hang ups about the whole destiny thing, but Phil was a good person. And treated Dan like no one had ever treated him before. Phil was kind. Phil cared. And it didn't seem like he wanted anything in return.

Dan wasn't sure how to handle any of this. He had never really had someone show this much care for him before, besides when he was a small child. None of his previous relationships, serious or otherwise, had ever felt this way.

It terrified him, but he also couldn't help the weird giddy feeling in his chest too. The anticipation of... something.

The only problem was he felt like a teenager again around Phil now. He wasn't used to sharing a space with someone he liked for longer than 24 hours. And now, he had to constantly see Phil; be around him night and day. He was always just out of reach, but too close at the same time. It made him feel crazy.

He realized that it was the little things that Phil would do that were driving him slowly insane. His laugh and how his tongue would always poke out of his mouth just a little. The way he would always hum a song while making food or scrolling on his phone. His voice right after he had just woken up.

Or, even just the way he looked at Dan. It made him feel breathless. 

One night, when Dan was hungry, he went to the fridge just praying there was something for him to eat. He didn't exactly get to do the grocery shopping, so he wasn't even sure what would be there. When he opened the fridge, it was just random items of food, and nothing he really wanted.

“There's some frozen fries in the freezer.” A voice spoke suddenly.

Dan almost jumped out of his skin, turning to see Phil sitting on the sofa. “Jesus Christ, when did you get in?” He exhaled.

Phil shrugged.“An hour ago. Long night of patrolling.”

He leaned against the fridge, crossing his arms. “Anything happen?”

“No. It was quiet tonight.” He shook his head.

Dan hummed. “That's good. Wait… frozen fries?”

“I got a bunch of different kinds. I wasn't sure what type you would like.” Phil remarked.

Dan opened the freezer. Multiple bags laid in it. Sweet potato, shoestring, curly, hell - even tater tots. His mouth watered at the sight.

“Why did you get all of these?” He questioned.

Phil blinked back. “Because I know you like fries.”

He furrowed his brow, “How'd you-”

“I overheard you talking to Ashlee on the phone, saying how you missed the fries from that one place near the bar. I figured since you can't go out and get them, I'd just buy you some to have here.” He smiled, looking him in the eyes, “Plus, I do like fries too.”

Dan lowered his gaze, his chest feeling warm. His voice was soft as he spoke. “Oh... thanks. That was nice of you.”

“Of course. Can you make some for me too?” Phil asked.

He did. And that night, they sat on the sofa and watched a movie. The whole time they both commented on it, laughing at the subpar acting, and saying how they would change the script to make it more entertaining.

All of this overwhelmed Dan. For so many years, something like this, this urge, this anxiety, it would have made him run. But he didn't want to. Not if it meant not being around Phil anymore.

He wasn't used to this, but he knew he was growing to like it... a lot more than he expected.

Fast forward to today. Dan's morning went like it usually did: he got up, he showered, made breakfast, and lounged on the couch flipping through different shows and movies until settling on something that was mildly interesting.

But unlike most of his mornings, Phil was up. 

“I'm surprised you're awake. I don't usually see you until noon or later.” Dan mused, glancing at him.

“I know. I'm just as surprised as you.” He grinned, his movements a bit anxious.

Dan stared at Phil, something about him felt off. He was smiling a lot more than he normally would as he moved about the kitchen. He almost looked... nervous.

Dan sat up slowly, “Is something up?”

“No. No. Everything's fine.” Phil assured. Then, he stopped, taking a breath. “Um, well, I just wanted to... ask you something.”

“Alright.” He answered.

Phil walked into the living room, almost pacing in front of Dan. “You can totally say no, by the way. I just thought I would ask you first instead of assuming whether you would want to go or not.”

“Okay…” He eyed him suspiciously.

“And I just didn't want to offend you one way or the other and-”

“Phil, just spit it out before I lose interest.”

“I was wondering if you would like to go out tonight. With me.” He stated, hastily.

The words shocked Dan to his core, his face heating up instantly. “Oh. Um…”

“Celeste and Pete will also be there, of course.” Phil added.

Dan inhaled. “Right.”

“I know it's been annoying being stuck in this flat with me for so long. And I know you want to go out and have fun and... live. But that’s hard to do when you don’t feel like you’re safe. That's why I figured if you go out with us, you'll be safe since we’re all with you.” He mentioned, “And on top of that, it's my club. The one I own. So, it’s like double safe.”

He raised an eyebrow at Phil, “You own a club?”

“Yes. So...?” Phil waited.

“Do you really think it's going to be safe?” Dan inquired.

“Well, I'll be there. Cel and Pete too. And basically everyone from my court. So, if Dmitri tries anything, we're all there. They won't win.” He emphasized.

He nodded, a warm feeling in his chest. “If you're confident about this, then... yeah. I'll go out with you tonight.”

Phil smiled brightly. “Great. I promise you will have a good time. I'll see you later tonight then. I have a couple things I have to get done before we go out so... yeah. I'll see you later.”

“Okay.” Dan bit back a grin, watching Phil's nervous energy roll off of him as he walked to his bedroom.

He sat there for a moment, zoning out. Was Phil that nervous to ask him out? And God, the way he smiled after Dan said yes… butterflies erupted in his stomach.

~\/~\/~

The night came a lot quicker than Dan expected. He got ready to go out, throwing on clothes he hadn't gotten to wear in months, and came out to the living room. Phil, Cel, and Pete were all waiting for him.

“Ooh don't you look hot, Dan? Love the chain necklace. It really... accentuates your neck.” Celeste winked, her eyes snaking over his neck.

Dan looked her over; she was a lot more dressed up than he had ever seen her before. He laughed, her words finally hitting his ears. “Thanks... I think.”

“Are you ready to go out?” Phil asked. He was wearing a red button up and dark slacks. 

Dan pretended his mouth wasn’t watering just a little at Phil’s fit. “Yep. I'm actually kind of excited.”

“Really?” He uttered.

“Yeah. Is that weird?” Dan whispered.

Phil shook his head, “No. I am too.”

Dan couldn't help but grin at Phil, his cheeks warming up at the sparkle in Phil's eyes.

Pete clapped his hands, “Alright, you two lovebirds ready to go? Daddy wants to party.”

Cel grimaced at him, “Dear God, never call yourself Daddy again.”

The elevator down to the lobby was quick, and the ride to the club wasn't too long; just long enough for Dan's nerves to spike higher and higher as they drove closer to the club.

He wasn't sure why he was so nervous. He had been clubbing before, had partied a lot in his youth. He was unsure of why he was freaking out so much internally.

It was Phil. It was the fact that Phil would be there. This feeling, a pressure in his chest, that grew every time he looked at Phil... it worried him.

Tonight, he hoped, it wouldn't grow more. That maybe tonight, he could ignore it and just drink his worries away.

Phil's club, Fangtastic, had a line stretching down the block. Phil waved at the bouncer at the front door, walking through easily. Dan followed him, with Celeste and Pete in tow. The bouncer side eyed him, before glancing back at the patrons waiting in line.

As Dan entered the club, the music was booming off the walls and ringing in his ears. The club had two levels; a big first floor with a stage, tables and chairs, a bar, and a packed dance floor. The upper level, via a spiral staircase, was smaller, and overlooked the dance floor. It was hazy inside, and the metallic, industrial styled walls reflected with the shine of the lights going off in time with the music. The DJ at the front was playing a dancey, rock heavy beat.

“Why does this place look familiar? I know I haven't been here before, but like... I've definitely seen this place.” Dan questioned, his eyes studying every corner.

Phil nudged him, “I based it off of The Bronze from Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”

He gasped, “That's why! Wait, why'd you do that?”

“Because I love Buffy…” He mumbled, bashfully.

“Oh. I learn something new about you everyday.” He replied.

Celeste turned to Dan, “He can name all of the episodes. Like, every single one.”

“Really?” Dan giggled, looking at Phil.

He glared. “Shut it, Cel.”

They all made their way to the bar. She added, “He had a huge obsession with the show when it was airing. Tuned in every week.”

“He loves Sarah Michelle Gellar.” Pete smirked.

Dan made a ‘duh’ face. “She’s an icon.”

“Thank you! At least someone finally gets it.” Phil exclaimed.

The bartender stepped over to them, beaming. “King Phil! So glad you could join us tonight! What'll it be?”

“Our usuals, of course.” Phil gazed at Dan, “And you?”

“Um, tequila sunrise? Yeah, I'll go with that.” He questioned, “What's your usual?”

“The Phil.” They all said unison.

Dan snickered, “What the hell is The Phil?”

“A very sugary drink. Like you can't even taste the alcohol, that's how sugary it is.” Pete informed.

“What's in it?” Dan queried.

Phil shrugged, “I'm not sure. I created it so many years ago, I don't recall what's in it. Just that it's sweet and I like it.”

The bartender set their drinks down on the bar. Before Phil could take a sip, Dan made grabby hands. “Let me have a sip.” Dan took the straw into his mouth, his eyes locking with Phil's for a moment. The sugar drink hit his tongue, almost exploding in sweetness. “Wow, dear God. That's... sweet.”

“Like me.”

“Right.”

Phil bit his lip, “Can I have a sip of yours?”

“Sure.” He uttered.

Phil took Dan's drink, their fingers brushing softly. Phil sipped, pouting afterwards. “Not sweet enough.”

“Don't pout. It takes away from your badass vampire energy.” Dan jested.

He narrowed his eyes playfully. “I'll do what I damn well please, Howell.”

“Oof.” Dan sounded back, his eyes just as teasing.

Cel and Pete disappeared into the crowd of club goers, leaving Dan and Phil alone at the bar.

Dan took a big gulp of his drink, letting the alcohol warm his skin. “So... why'd you name it Fangtastic?”

“Because I love a good pun,” Phil smiled. He glanced away, then their eyes locked. “Lemme show you something.”

“Okay.”

Phil took Dan's hand, pulling him through the crowd and up the stairs to the second floor of the club. It was a balcony that overlooked the dance floor. Dan stared down at it, the lights on the floor shining bright.

Their fingers unlaced, and Dan swore he felt electricity shoot up his arm.

The upper level was mostly empty; only a few patrons around them. Dan and Phil leaned against the railing, sipping their drinks. Phil tapped his arm softly. “I like to come up here and people watch.”

“You mean vampire watch.” He deadpanned.

He gave a half-smile. “That too.”

“Why? Are you not a club person?” Dan asked.

Phil shook his head. “No. Not really.”

He laughed. “Then why create a vamp club?”

“Because there wasn't any on this side of London for years. And no one felt safe going to Dmitri's side just to party.” He explained, taking a sip from his glass.

“He has one called Fanger.” He commented.

Phil scowled. “Oh. Sounds like a slur.”

“Why does he hate you so much?” Dan mumbled, “Aside from the whole... me thing.”

“I think he wanted to be the ruler over all of London, North and South. He made himself a King, and I got elected, so to speak. And I think that pissed him off enough to feel like he has to be in competition with me.” He furrowed his brow, “But this war, it's taken things way too far.”

The thought came to his mind instantly, and he couldn’t help but blurt it out. “Do you regret it? Going into war over me? I wouldn't be shocked if you said yes.”

He responded instantly, his tone serious. “No. I don't regret it.”

“Am I really worth fighting over?” He questioned, joking half-heartedly.

Phil turned to Dan, his eyes the most intense shade of blue he had ever seen. “I waited 200 years for you to come back to me. I will do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

Dan shuddered a breath, fluttering his eyes as he looked away from Phil. What was he even supposed to say to that?

He took a huge swig from his drink, clearing his throat when he was done. “That... was probably the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“The Phil is making me very confident tonight.” Phil remarked.

Dan’s eyes snaked over his frame. “Oh no, what is a confident Phil like?”

He peered over his shoulder, a smirk in the corner of his mouth. “I guess you'll have to wait and see.”

~\/~\/~

Dan wasn't sure how many tequila sunrises or The Phils he had had, but he knew he was feeling amazing. It had been a while since he had gotten this properly drunk, and it just felt good to let go and not worry, for once, whether or not his life was in danger.

But a drunk Dan was dangerous enough. Because now, all he wanted was Phil. In any way he could have him.

His mind was telling him to calm down, to not listen to the voice somewhere deep inside of him telling him to walk up to Phil and make out with him on the dance floor. But that voice was growing louder, and it didn't really care what his mind had to say. Because all that sounded right was kissing Phil stupid or until he bit his neck and marked him again.

A vision of Phil feeding on him, on the dance floor, surrounded by other vamps flashed in his mind. It should have frightened Dan, but all it did was turn him on.

Being a horny drunk was a bit of a curse.

Dan wasn't sure how or when he arrived on the dance floor, probably Cel pulling him on it since she wanted to dance, but he suddenly was in the middle of it all. He glanced upwards, searching for Phil, and found him instantly. Even in the shadow of the light, Phil stood out from the rest. And what made Dan nervous is that Phil was watching him too. His eyes were almost as intense as before.

Dan began to move to the music, ignoring Phil's gaze. He moved his hips to the beat, swaying them as sexily as he could. He wasn't sure how he looked, given how drunk he was, but he imagined he had to have looked pretty hot. Because suddenly, he felt hands on his hips, spinning him around.

It wasn't Phil, unfortunately. But another random vampire. Dan couldn't really hear him over the music, but he was smiling and cheering him on, and he was pretty sure he heard the word "hot" come out of his mouth. The vampire pressed himself against Dan, moving with him in the same motion. Dan snuck a glance up at Phil, whose eyes still followed him. 

But Phil wasn't alone. Another man, assumingly a vampire, was next to him. He was crazy attractive, which annoyed Dan on a fundamental level. He was eyeing Phil flirtatiously. Phil barely looked in his direction, but the vamp wouldn't give up. He lowered his mouth to Phil's ear, whispering something sensually. His other hand sliding across his lower back.

Dan turned away, a hot rush of jealousy racing through his veins. He kept moving his hips, pushing himself firmly against the vamp in front of him. The vamp's hands clung to Dan, slipping up into his hair and tugging softly on the curls. 

Dan appreciated the attention, but he truly wished it was Phil doing this to him. It ate away at him that he wasn't the only one prying for Phil's attention.

It wasn't until the vamp had pressed his lips ever so softly against the skin of his neck, that he suddenly felt his body turned around again. Phil was standing between Dan and his dancing partner. The vamp looked scared, apologizing profusely, before backing away off of the dance floor. Dan snickered, his drunk mind finding all of this funny. Phil spun to face him, his eyes a flash of red. That shut Dan up quick.

Phil grabbed Dan's hand, pulling him off the dance floor and towards the bathroom. He pushed his way inside, stopping just short of the stalls.

“Sorry, I don't need to use the loo right now.” Dan giggled, stumbling slightly.

Phil blinked, no amusement on his face. “Are you out of your mind?”

“I mean... probably. But you're gonna need to be a bit more specific.” He sassed.

“Why would you let a random vampire get that close to you? He could have easily bit you!” He snapped.

He rolled his eyes. “I doubt a random vamp from your court would have actually fed from me in the middle of your club.”

“That's not the point! You don't know that for certain. You could have gotten hurt.” Phil hissed.

“Well, I didn't. So you can relax.”

Dan shuffled towards a stall, shoving the door open. Miraculously, the bathroom wasn't gross at all. The walls were graffitied, the black stalls aesthetically reflective in the neon lighting.

Phil followed Dan inside the stall, still glaring at him. Dan glared back, scoffing. “Um, not a two person job here, Phil.”

“You literally just said you don't need to go.” He glared.

He made the same expression as Phil. “I changed my mind. Get out.”

“No, we're not done talking. Why the hell would you let a vampire touch you like that?” Phil fumed.

Dan sucked his teeth, “You mean the grinding or the kissing?”

“Both.” He barked.

He shrugged his shoulders, leaning against the wall. The alcohol in his system made him feel like being honest, in the brattiest way possible. “Because, it's not like I'm getting action anywhere else.”

He lowered his voice, his tone shifting. “Is that what you want? Action?”

“Yeah, sure. Drunk me direly needs to be kissed.” He stated, only half joking.

He bit his lower lip. “Hmm. You know, I have a theory.” 

“Oh really, and what is that?” He shot back.

Phil smiled, a little too calmly. “You only did this to make me jealous.”

Dan felt his skin grow hot at the deepness of Phil's voice. He ignored it, “Right, because everything is about you, your majesty.” 

“I just don't get why you would want me jealous. Do you honestly think I care about anyone else here tonight, the same way I care for you?” He questioned, leaning in.

He looked away, Phil’s eyes too intense and making it hard to think. “Uh, you care for your people. Your court.”

Phil insisted. “That's not the same.”

Dan scoffed. “Whatever. I wasn't even trying to make you jealous! I was just having fun.”

He exhaled sharply. “Which could have gotten you killed.”

“I doubt you would let that happen.” He replied.

“Not if I can help it.”

Phil closed the space between them, pressing Dan against the wall. Dan's uneven breath caught in his throat, his eyes fluttering as he stared at Phil's mouth. He knew it would be sweet, from all the drinks he had, and God all he wanted was to taste it.

The gap grew smaller and smaller between them, until Phil's breath fanned across Dan's face. Dan closed his eyes, waiting for Phil's lips on his.

Phil gasped softly, “Wait, it was that guy, wasn't it?”

Dan’s eyes fluttered open, his mind hazy. “W-What?”

“The guy that was talking to me while you were on the dancefloor.” He smirked, “You made such a face when he whispered in my ear.”

He blinked rapidly. “What are you talking about?”

“That's why you let that vamp kiss you on the dance floor. Because some random other vamp was flirting with me…” His tone was very amused. Cocky.

“You are so fucking annoying when you're smug, you know that? I-I didn't even notice that guy you're talking about!” Dan argued.

“Oh, right.” He nodded. “Was he hot?”

“Of course he- I mean, I don't know!” he corrected, cutting himself off. “I didn't even look at him long enough to notice.”

“Neither did I.” Phil smiled.

He cursed, embarrassed. “I fucking hate you, you rat.”

“Interesting position to be in with someone you hate.” He noted.

Dan realized his hands were on Phil's waist, keeping him close; while Phil's were on Dan's lower back. Dan pushed Phil, groaning. “Get away from me.”

“No.” He giggled.

“Seriously, back off.” He whined, barely pushing him this time.

He pressed. “If that's actually what you want, say so. Don't be upset just because I called you out.”

Dan's breaths grew more shallow, his eyes narrowing in on Phil's lips again. His hands had drifted up to Phil's chest, clutching his shirt. His stupid, whimsical, button up shirt.

“God, just shut up and kiss me.”

Dan gripped Phil's shirt and yanked him forward, pressing his lips into Phil's harshly. They groaned in unison at the sensation, the sound electrifying Dan. Their tongues found each other in seconds, lapping at one another instantly.

Phil's body was hot against Dan's, igniting him. Dan knew drunk him could be a little... desperate, sometimes. But he had never felt this feral before. Not since he had had Phil's blood in his system. 

That thought alone made him stifle a whimper. He knew he shouldn't want Phil's blood again, and sober him would be completely against it, but drunk him couldn't help but wonder how amazing it would feel right now.

Phil tugged at Dan's locks, pulling his lips away and kissing down his jaw. He lowered himself more until finally his lips found Dan's neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin. Dan clawed at Phil's back, shuddering a breath.

“Mark me.”

Phil looked up, stopping his attack on Dan's neck. “What?”

“Mark me. Y-You haven't done it in a while.” He stammered.

His eyes searched the skin of Dan’s neck. “You're still good for another couple days.” 

“I don't care. I want you to do it now. Pleaseee.” He pleaded, almost pouting.

He murmured. “Dan…”

“Phil. I need it. Feed on me.” He whispered, hungrily.

Dan watched, mystified, as Phil blinked hard, his blown pupils changing to a dark crimson. He opened his mouth, his fangs growing under the dim overhead light. Dan could see a slight pool of saliva on Phil's tongue, and all Dan wanted was to drink it. 

Phil's mouth latched onto Dan's neck in a flash, his teeth sinking in deep. Dan cried out, his head falling back against the wall to give Phil more room. His fingers curled into Phil's locks, massaging his scalp as he fed from Dan.

He winced pleasurably. “Fuck, Phil. Yes! Don't fucking stop.”

Dan felt his hips grind forward against Phil's, his lower half having a mind of its own. He could feel himself growing harder from Phil's action, his body wanting to be as close as possible to Phil. He thrusted against his thigh, mewling at the friction.

Phil's mouth licked at the wound, finally pulling away from Dan's neck. Phil rested his forehead against Dan's, breathing deeply. His tongue lapped at Phil's parted lips, tasting his own blood mixed with the sweet cocktails Phil had all night; a heady flavor.

“Dan.” Phil warned, his voice vibrating in his chest.

He locked eyes with Phil, pushing his hardened cock against him. He gasped when he felt Phil's clothed length, just as hard as him. “What, King Phil?”

“Don't.” He uttered, almost growling.

He grinded slow circles into him, biting his lip harshly. “Don't what?”

Phil tried to keep his composure, squeezing his eyes shut. “We can't. N-Not here.”

“Says who? This is your club.” Dan kissed Phil’s jaw all the way to his ear, “Kick everyone out... and let me fuck you.”

“Daniel.” He whimpered.

Dan closed his eyes for a moment, a rush of dizziness hitting him. “Woah... lightheaded.”

Phil’s eyes stared at him, worried. “I drank too much from you.”

“No, you didn't. It's probably the alcohol.” He assured.

“Or both.”

“Maybe…”

“Maybe what?” Phil repeated.

Dan bit his lip. “Some of your blood could help.”

“I thought you said you never wanted it again. After what happened.” He searched his face.

He shrugged. “I mean, don't let me drink too much, and we should be fine, right?”

Their bodies were still tightly pressed into one another, Dan's cock throbbing in his pants. He watched Phil his mouth to his wrist, biting it. He turned it to Dan, blood spilling from the bite mark. “Here.”

His tongue licked the trickling blood before latching onto the bite. He kept his eyes on Phil, sucking slowly; the taste overwhelming his senses suddenly.

He forgot how good Phil's blood tasted.

He couldn't help the moan that escaped his throat, vibrating around Phil's wrist. Phil gazed at him with hooded eyes, his hips moving in small circles against his unconsciously. 

Dan wasn't sure how much more he could take. Honestly, he could see himself coming this way if Phil kept this up. But if he was going to come, he wanted it to be inside of Phil.

Phil removed his wrist from Dan's mouth, taking a step back from him. He pressed himself into the opposite wall, staring at Dan with crimson eyes that slowly faded to their deep, blue hues. As their eyes locked again, Phil brought his wrist to his mouth, licking the leftover blood and drool from Dan’s mouth.

Dan swallowed hard, pushing off the wall and getting back into Phil's space. He kissed him feverously, pulling Phil flush against his body. He gripped Phil's hips, his hands slithering along the exposed skin of Phil's raised shirt. He found Phil's ass, squeezing it as he grinded into him.

His mouth drifted down, ripping away from Phil, and snaking down to his neck. He peppered light kisses before stopping right along his throat, nipping and sucking on the skin.

Phil's nails dug into Dan's back, panting. One of Phil's hands snuck in between their bodies, stopping just above the button of Dan's pants. His fingers tickled Dan's happy trail, before Phil suddenly winced.

Dan pulled back, holding Phil’s shoulder, “What? You alright?”

Phil squeezed his eyes shut tight, nodding. “Um... yeah. Uh, just a headache.”

“You sure?” He furrowed his brow.

“Yeah, yeah. Totally. Keep going.” He leaned in, nudging his nose against Dan’s and giving him a soft smile.

“Okay…” Dan grinned, leaning in and kissing his lips again. Their tongues had just begun inching inside when a loud bang shook the stall door.

Phil grunted, “What?”

“Phil. We need to have a meeting. Now.” Pete called.

He rolled his eyes, annoyed. “It can't wait?” 

Pete’s voice was cold. “It's serious.”

Dan and Phil looked at each other, the paling of Phil's skin made Dan's heart skip.

It took a moment for them to separate, not really wanting to - even with an emergency at hand - but finally they left the bathroom. Dan followed Phil to a back office, tucked away behind a storage door. The room vibrated with the bass of the heavy electronic music from the club. It was the only sound when they walked in.

Celeste stood in the middle of the room, next to a desk with a package on it. A random man Dan had never seen before was next to her, a sour expression on his face.

“What's wrong?” Phil spoke first, crossing his arms.

“This arrived for you early today, King Phil,” the man revealed. “No one in the mail room at the apartment saw it until an hour ago, which is why I raced over here to show you.”

“What is i-” Dan began.

Phil stared at the box with wide eyes. “Something's dead inside.”

Dan's face dropped, his mind stunned into silence. “...What?”

“I can smell it from here. Something inside that package is dead.” Phil’s voice intensified. “Who the hell sent it?”

“No address. Which can only mean one thing.” The man swallowed.

Cel pursed her lips. “Someone had to drop it off at the apartment.”

“Which means someone got in from Dmitri's side.” Phil gritted his teeth.

“Maybe that's not what it is. Maybe this is just a really shitty prank by someone of the court, and in reality there's just like... an old steak or something inside.” Pete said, trying to lighten the mood.

The man sighed, rubbing his temples. “Pete…”

“I'm trying to stay positive here, Gregory.” He jeered.

“Well, it's not working.” Cel snapped.

Phil hushed them. “Has anyone opened it?”

“No. We wanted you to give the okay to do so.” Gregory answered.

Phil narrowed his gaze at the box, before nodding. “Go ahead.”

Gregory ripped the box open slowly, pulling the tape off before pulling the top off. He eased it open, and peered inside. He froze, blinking rapidly. “It's... a head.”

“What?” Dan trembled.

“It's a head. Like a human head. Except, I don't think it's a human. It's a vampire's head.” Gregory stared inside the box, confused.

Pete, Cel, and Phil walked towards the desk, looking inside the box. Dan didn't want to admit it, but the idea of seeing a beheaded vampire made his stomach churn like crazy. He turned his body away, looking around the room.

“Who is that?” Pete questioned.

Phil glared at the head. “It's the vampire that attacked Dan the other night.”

Dan gaped, spinning back to them. “What? H-How-?”

“I had someone in our court bury her in a graveyard not too far from here. They must have been followed.” Phil groaned.

Pete scowled, “Who the fuck beheads a dead vampire?”

“Wait, there's a note.” Cel reached inside the box, grimacing as she pulled a piece of paper out from behind the head.

She glanced at it, reading it slowly. “...His head next.”

Everyone’s eyes drifted Dan. His body grew cold instantly, his chest heaving a shallow breath. “Well... that's one way to send a message.”

“I think a post card would have done the trick, if I'm honest.” Pete jested quietly.

“Shut up Pete!” Cel and Gregory yelled.

Phil shook his head, closing his eyes. “I knew something bad was going to happen.”

Dan stepped towards him, furrowing his brow. “You knew?”

“When we were in the bathroom just now, I felt... something. Saw something too.” Phil admitted.

“What did you see?” He pressed.

“It was quick. A flash of lights. A feeling of deep pain. Cold. I don't know what it means in relation to this, but what I do know is we have to leave as soon as possible and get you back to the apartment.” He said, clasping Dan’s hand with his protectively.

Cel shook her head, “I just don't understand why he would behead a dead vampire from his own court.”

“She was his lover.” Dan stated.

Everyone looked at him. “What?”

“She... when she was attacking me, she said she loved him and hated that he kept talking about me. She sounded like a jealous lover or something.” He quipped.

Gregory snorted, “Dmitri sort of fucks everyone in his court. She's not special.”

“Especially now.” Pete joked.

“But this would be the first time Dan's ever killed a vampire from his court. Maybe he's upset that he got involved and now wants an eye for an eye.” Celeste murmured, “‘You killed my lover, I kill yours.’”

“But how did this package even get into the apartment? No one noticed the rotting corpse smell? No one saw one of Dmitri's followers hanging around our home?!” Phil ranted angrily.

“Maybe you have a mole.” Dan suggested.

He turned to him, “What?”

“Maybe there's someone playing for both sides without you knowing. It would make sense.” Dan explained. “Live in the apartment, know when you plan to attack or defend, tell the other side. And you're none the wiser.”

Phil blinked, his eyes narrowing as he thought over Dan's words. He turned to Gregory, “Dispose of this properly, and up the defenses at the border.”

Gregory nodded, taking the box and leaving. Dan mumbled. “We're going home, I assume.”

“Yes. I've had enough fun tonight to last me a lifetime.” Phil said dryly.

Pete smirked, “Besides, you two have some unfinished business to get to.”

Dan glared at Pete, and Phil shushed him. Cel stifled a giggle, but followed directly behind them.

They walked through the club, Phil's hand embracing Dan's tightly. Dan's eyes wandered all over the club, watching the eyes of every vamp he made contact with.

Any one of them could have sent the package. Any one of them could be the ones that want him dead. The scope of what vampires to trust was growing smaller and smaller by the day. It was clear to see the only time he was truly safe was at home, with Phil.

And after everything tonight, all he wanted was to be home.

The fresh night air felt good in Dan's lungs, the coolness almost stinging his chest. The car was only a few feet away, the lights of the unlocking mechanism flashing, illuminating the parking lot. 

They stood on the outside of the car. Phil sighed, leaning against it as he ran a hand through his hair. “I'm sorry for tonight, Dan. I promised you fun, and instead you got…”

“A beheaded vampire in a box?” Dan deadpanned.

“Yeah. I think you're right about the mole.” He remarked.

“It's the only thing that makes sense. At least to me.” He whispered, “But maybe I'm wrong.”

“I hope you are.”

Phil's eyes stared into Dan's, their fingers still laced together. He rubbed his thumb against his hand, comfortingly. Dan wanted to kiss him, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Everything slowed down for Dan at that moment. He watched Phil, looking to see if he would be okay with him kissing him. But the look in Phil's eyes changed from his kindhearted expression to one of pure fear. Dan didn't understand it, but Phil could see something behind Dan. And Dan wasn't sure what it was, but it was bright and expanding. Like encroaching lights.

He suddenly felt his body move through the air, almost like he was flying. But it was away from Phil, almost as if Phil had shoved him. Dan could see the night sky, a hazy dark blue before finally landing on the concrete hard. Just as his body hit the ground, he heard a crash. Like two freight trains colliding into each other.

Everything was dark. Calm. Quiet.

Then loud. Excruciatingly loud. The first thing that came back was the feeling of pain. All over his body. He wasn't sure how hard he hit the pavement, but his hands and back of his arms must have caught him, barely cushioning the fall. His head ached, his mind flashing the moment his skull bounced off the ground behind his eyes instantly.

The rush of panic suddenly kicked into his body, his torso jolting up from the ground. His eyes searched, trying to focus on the damage around him.

The car they came in was totaled, crunched like a deflated accordion. The other car, the one that must have hit them, was also totaled, with the driver side door wide opened. Dan could see the airbags were deployed, the driver - surprisingly alive - on the ground outside of it. He was knocked out cold, with only a small cut on his forehead.

Where was...

Dan's eyes looked back at their car. Phil had been standing right where the car had hit theirs. Dan had also been there.

But where was...

“Phil! Oh my God, Phil! No!!” Celeste's screams echoed off the walls of every building around. Her wails were of a banshee, her tear stained cheeks violently red. Pete was clutching her, as they both stared at something in front of them.

Dan crawled towards them, unable to stand on his own. It couldn't be. There's no way. He was right there.

Phil's body laid on the ground, his limbs twisted and posed in an unnatural way. He was bleeding from somewhere, his clothes already caked in it.

“Phil.” Dan whispered. His name didn't even sound real anymore, but it was the only sound Dan could hear.

He looks cold. He looks asleep.

Dan inched towards Phil, his hands finding his face. He cupped it softly, gently. Like he was made of glass.

“Phil. Wake up.”

He didn't stir. He didn't breathe. He didn't move.

Dan held Phil, pulling him close to his chest.

He wasn't sure when he had started, but he felt himself screaming. Sobbing. It was uncontrollable, unstoppable. Dan had felt so out of his body until this very moment, when it all hit him.

Phil was dead. And Dan never got to tell him he loved him.

Dan couldn’t sleep. How was he supposed to sleep, knowing there were two other audios of vampire Phil… just waiting for him?

There was a part of Dan, one that would never say it out loud, that admittedly loved the idea of vampire Phil. He had been into vampires since he was an emo teen, and at the same time… had been in love with Phil all the while. So, combining his two favorite things (hot vampires and his hot boyfriend) just made sense.

He needed to hear the other audios. He wouldn’t be able to sleep without hearing them. Phil would probably be annoyed that he missed seeing Dan’s reaction… but he would deal with that tomorrow.

Besides, if the first one had just been kissing, he couldn’t imagine the other two being that much spicier.

He snuck out of their bedroom, making sure to tip toe all the way down the hallway to their office. Phil’s laptop sat comfortably on the desk, just waiting for Dan to open it.

He did, sitting down in his chair and unlocking it. He connected his Airpods, and scrolled through Phil’s files until he found the other two audios. He leaned back in his chair, clicking play.

The same ambient music played, slowly fading out after Phil’s voice spoke the title of the story again.

With both Airpods in, Phil’s voice really was in Dan’s ears. It made the hairs on the back of his neck raise just a little.

Vampire hunting wasn't illegal, technically. It was more frowned upon than it was accepted as an illegal act, like murder. Vampires weren't seen as humans, even though many could pass as one, and obviously had been one at some point in time. What truly separated us was the whole blood drinking thing.

Still, I was shocked to know that there were actual people that hunted my kind for sport. Full blown leagues that dedicated their lives to killing vampires. Because to them, we were all monsters, waiting in the night to snatch your young and drain them dry.

How barbaric. And lame.

Dan snickered at Phil’s voice, loving his annoyed tone.

And the only reason any of this piqued my interests... was because of Reyes. Ever since that night at the club, I couldn't get him out of my mind. His kiss haunted me like a ghost, the smell of his blood lingered in my mind like an intrusive thought. I should hate him; he literally tried to kill me. And yet, something about him allured me still.

“Hot.” Dan mumbled to himself.

But finding out that not only was he a vampire hunter, but at the top of his league, did put a bit of a damper on my feelings. Of course, the one man I find interesting after being single for so long would be a top rank vampire hunter.

But I couldn’t help my feelings towards him. Something about him intrigued me. And it frustrated me to no end. 'Have some self preservation, Xavier. It's embarrassing,' Ryan had said to me. And he was right.

Do you want to know what's really embarrassing, however? The only reason I was able to halt a single thought about Reyes was because his league killed a neighbor of mine. 

Dan raised an eyebrow. How… odd.

I didn't know him well, only had maybe two conversations with him in the whole six years I had lived in my flat. But seeing on the news ‘Another vampire slain by local hunters’ with a photo of his face made my blood boil. And then Reyes' league had the audacity to brag about killing another vampire online.

If I was a monster, I sure as hell didn't want to know what Reyes would be classified as.

Two days after my neighbor's passing, I got a text from a random number. One I didn't know. The person said 'Meet me at this location', with a map request to some abandoned building not too far outside the city. I ignored it, thinking it was a wrong number. But when I hadn't sent anything back... I got one single text after.

'It's Reyes, btw'

B-T-W? You think you can not only try to kill me, but then kill my neighbor and just... expect me to show up and see you at some sketchy fucking place? You must have lost your mind if you think I would go.

That's what a reasonable person would think. Or at least, a reasonable vampire. But I wasn't that. And besides, at least this time I could be prepared for what was in store for me.

Dan squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. Phil would be the type to get himself into something like this.

I didn't believe in an eye for an eye. I had no loyalty to my neighbor, or to really any other vampire. But what I did have loyalty to was myself. And I wanted to see how this would play out. I had a right to protect myself. To get some answers. To have… some fun.

Because what's more fun than going behind enemy lines?

I arrived, prompt, at the abandoned building. Reyes was nowhere to be found, which did give me an advantage. I hid in a darkened corner, waiting for him to show. When he did arrive, he looked... worried. Scared, even. Which is odd if he was planning to attack me.

Maybe it was all a ruse to make me lower my guard. I wasn't planning on dying this time around.

The atmosphere creeped in, an abandoned building with dripping pipes and echoey rooms. There was shifting of feet on the concrete floor, and then the softest “Hey” came from Phil, in the distance. 

He huffed, fighting someone, before the slamming of a body into a wall sounded. Phil grunted, “How's the wall feel? Comfy? Cozy?”

He struggled, keeping Reyes against the wall. “You can try to fight me off, but so you know, I've been taking my vitamins every day since we last spoke and let's just say... I'm feeling particularly strong this evening.”

Dan rolled his eyes at the line.

Phil suddenly let go, a low growl escaping his lips. “You know, you got a lot of fucking nerve to contact me. You either have the biggest ego alive or you're the dumbest person I know.” He paused, “Why? Oh, I don't know. You hunt vampires for a living and you decided that texting one to come to a sketchy location somehow doesn't look weird or suspicious. And not only am I just some random vampire, I'm one you tried to kill and didn't.” He exhaled a sharp breath. “Your league would probably love to hear about that, wouldn't they? How their prized murderer - hunter - let a vamp get away... because he was too preoccupied kissing me.”

Phil stopped, before letting out a dry laugh. “You regret the kiss? Ooh, that hurts. But which one? The first one when you didn't know, or the second one when you did?”

He dodged hits thrown at him, scoffing before shoving Reyes against the wall again. “I'm a monster? See, that's interesting, because the last time I killed someone was when I was turned. Which was a couple hundred years ago. But you, and your friends, they kill all the time. So who's the real monster, Reyes?”

“Look how nicely your neck fits into my hand.” Phil lowered his voice, his tone dark, cold. “I could kill you, you know? Snap your neck like a toothpick. Drain you dry and enjoy every second of it. But I won't. Because unlike you, I don't like killing. I don't enjoy it.”

Dan bit his lip, his eyes widening. Oh… why was this hot to him?

Phil exhaled, “You don't enjoy it either? Then why the fuck are you a hunter? And why did you try killing me the other night? And why did your league kill my neighbor?!”

Feet scraped against the concrete floor, more sounds from Phil followed as he fought back against Reyes. He sounded farther away when he spoke, his voice still icy.

“I may not like killing, Reyes. But that doesn't mean I won't protect myself to stay alive. Don't make me do something I don't want to do.”

He paused as Reyes replied. He exclaimed, “I am listening! What is it that you-?!”

He stopped abruptly. Dan listened intently, impatiently.

“What?”

Dan felt like he was on the edge of his seat. He leaned back in his chair. He shouldn’t have been taking this so seriously.

“Are you fucking with me? You... quit. Quit being a hunter. And now... your league is trying to kill you.” Phil pffted, “Riiight. Do you use this on all of your vampire lovers, or am I just special?”

Phil sucked his teeth, listening to Reyes. “Let me get this straight. Your boss, Charles, wanted you to take over the league. But you told him you wanted to quit. Retire. Whatever. And instead of just... letting you go, he's paying vampires to off you? And why is that?”

The walls of the abandoned building echoed Phil’s voice as he answered. “You know too much. Got it. And what exact-”

His tone shifted, shocked as he waited. “Jesus Christ. Torture? Your league... captures and tortures vampires. What does that even mean?”

Phil shuddered a breath, his feet shifting under his weight. “I'm pretty sure that's, like, extremely illegal. Like, against international laws, illegal. How long have you known?”

He paused, his voice softening. “What made you change your mind?”

Dan waited, his eyes flickering around the room as he imagined the scene playing out around him. “A kid... Fuck. I didn't think there were that many kids that were vampires. But your league got one and... 'ran tests'.” He hissed. “Again, I gotta say, sounds like you're more the monster than I am.”

He apologized halfheartedly, “Sorry. I guess that's below the belt. At least you realize now that maybe having a job dedicated to hunting random people isn't a noble one to have.” His voice fell to just above a whisper. “Why are you telling me all of this?”

Silence. “You wanted someone to know... in case you die. Do you not have-?”

“No family. And all of your friends are in the league. Gotcha.” Phil mused. “I'm surprised your league would pay vampires to kill you. But I guess it makes sense. They keep their hands clean, a vampire kills a human, thus proving their point, and they in return get to kill them before the cheque is even cashed.”

Your brows were furrowed deeply, scrunching your forehead in an attractive way. It took everything in me not to reach out and touch your face, relaxing your features. Even now, learning what you know, I wanted to comfort you.

“Are there vampires still after you?” Phil asked. “Hmm. How... many?”

“So... more than one.” He snickered, then sighed. “You know, there is one thing you can do to stop vamps from coming after you.”

Phil stepped back, his tone uncomfortable. “You might have to think about it first before you just... agree to it.” He hesitated, “Have you ever heard of marking?”

Dan sat up, his interests piqued.

“Of course you've heard of it, you kill vampires for a living.” It sounded like Phil rolled his eyes. “Anyway, what a mark truly represents is protection. Or ownership, really. It's supposed to signal to other vamps not to touch said human. That they are claimed. And usually... it means they plan to be turned at some point. But it doesn't necessarily mean you would have to be turned.”

Phil stammered, “W-Well, I could... mark you.”

He huffed after a brief silence, “Yes, I'm offering to mark you. …In exchange? I don't want anything.” He stopped again as Reyes spoke, his voice more agitated. “Yes, I just want to keep you safe. For the hell of it.” He groaned, “Because you were so gracious enough not to kill me the other night. Why do you think?”

He muttered, “Exactly. I'm not a monster. And... I don't exactly hate you. I'm not your biggest fan, either, though. So, don't get big headed about this.”

“So... yes? Okay. Do you want to-?” There was shifting of feet suddenly, Phil almost gasped. “God, you're just ready to go. Um, okay. I-I didn't. I didn't think you'd agree to do it right here. You sure?”

He waited, “Yeah, I know your life is at stake but, like, I just figured you would maybe want to sleep on it or-”

He was interrupted, retorting. “Alright! Alright. Gosh, you're bossy.”

A soft flick noise sounded as Phil took a deep breath. He closed in on Reyes, his voice directly in Dan’s ears. “Okay. Ready?”

Dan pictured it. Phil… with fangs.

A little shiver ran down his spine that he ignored.

Phil hissed out a breath, plunging his fangs into Reyes. He sucked his neck, slurping and gulping the blood down. A soft moan fell from Phil’s mouth as he drank more of his blood. Clothes suddenly ruffled against the microphone, hands running along skin. Phil slid his fangs out suddenly, “Fuck. You... hmm.”

He groaned, sinking his teeth back in. He drank more, finally marking Reyes. His tongue lapped at the skin, licking the last bit of blood away. He took a few deep breaths, his tone teasing. “That's... not another stake, is it?”

Dan’s chest heaved, not realizing he was holding his breath.

Phil chuckled, “Didn't think so.”

He grew silent, his tone pointed. “You can't look at me like that. Like you want to-”

His voice became muffed as Reyes kissed him suddenly. He kissed him back, just as hungry. “That. Like you want to kiss me.”

Their lips met again, Phil giggling into the kiss. They moved, feet shuffling beneath them as Phil was pushed against the wall. He let out a quiet sound as he pulled back. “You love me up against a wall, don't you?”

One of Dan’s hands moved down off the desk, drifting across his lap. He hadn’t noticed it, but he was semi-hard in his sweats. The sounds of Phil moaning in his ear had done it to him, like it had done countless times before.

He palmed himself slowly, trying to ease the growing tension in his cock.

Phil was kissed again, lips moving faster. He let out a sharp moan unexpectedly, ripping away from Reyes. “Keep doing that. Fuck, that feels good.”

Clothes rubbed together as Phil and Reyes’ lips met. He mewled, breathing heavily. “Of course I'm hard. Your blood is like liquid sugar and you're grinding against me. Am I supposed to not find this hot?”

He continued, “I wouldn't have kissed you at the club if I didn't want you. I'm not that much of a slut.”

Phil let out a laugh that was muffled by a quick kiss.

It grew quiet for a moment, before he spoke. “Yeah, you can kiss my neck. How thoughtful of you to ask.”

He panted, before suddenly wincing. “Bite me all you want, it's not gonna do anything.”

Phil swallowed hard, “Bite you again? Are you-?”

He growled, “Fuck, okay.”

If Dan wasn’t already hard, that sure as hell would have done it for him.

Phil sunk his teeth into Reyes’ neck with a hiss. He drank his blood, gulping down mouthfuls. When he removed his lips, he let out a needy whine. “Uhng, just like that. Keep grinding against me.”

He kissed Reyes desperately, moaning into his mouth. His breath sped up, “You're close? Don't fucking stop then. Use me.”

Phil drank more of Reyes’ blood, the noises from him becoming more erratic. He inhaled the liquid, slurping and groaning against his skin.

He cursed, his voice higher than before. “Fuck, yes! Come for me. That's it.”

His breaths came out shaky until his high came down. Then, with a smirk in his tone, he whispered, “You're mine.”

The audio faded out slowly, the last sounds being lazy kisses from Phil’s lips as outro music played.

Dan had absentmindedly cupped his bulge, grinding into his own hand. He bit his lip, holding back a moan. He started the next audio, moving past the intro.

He prayed this one wasn’t as much of a slow burn as the other two had been.

I've been told before, that love makes you do stupid things.

And this was probably the dumbest thing I could have done.

Dan sighed. Phil was going to yap a bunch, wasn’t he?

Since I marked Reyes, obsession wouldn't even begin to describe the levels of want I have for him. The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem, right? Well, I have one. It was Reyes' blood. But I didn't want to recover. I wanted to bathe in it. Be surrounded by him, his blood, his body, at all times.

Dan licked his lips, keeping his hand pressed against his erection.

And those feelings led me to following him. Stalking him. Like a creature in the night. Which... I guess made me live up to my vampy origins.

Reyes tried to keep his distance from the hunter league, since he quit, and knew they were gunning for his head. But they had lured him back in, because they saw 'the writing on the walls' and knew that hunting down a fellow hunter went against their code. So, Reyes went back, in good faith, to hear them out.

And then I didn't hear from him for over a week. I knew something was wrong, and I should have gone sooner. But I didn't think... I didn't think they would hurt him.

They didn’t think it was bad to harm a child, so I shouldn’t have been surprised. They had never had a marked human before. And it was the perfect testing ground to try out some procedures they wanted to learn more about. Could they get rid of the mark naturally or with chemicals? What about cutting the skin where the bite was? What if a marked human was bit by a different vampire? All valid questions the league wanted answers to. And Reyes was the perfect subject for it.

I couldn't just let that happen. Not to him. Not to what was mine.

The growl in Phil’s voice made Dan’s cock twitch.

Breaking into the league's base wasn't that hard, surprisingly. But getting caught about thirty minutes later probably explained why. His boss, Charles, met me first. A little too giddy for my liking. I figured he would have just killed me immediately, but instead... he said he had plans for me.

Plans, that I now knew, were just to starve me to death. How long until a vampire died from starvation? The league direly wanted to know.

He also informed me about their own stalking of Reyes. How they knew the moment we met at the club and how he didn’t kill me. Which is why they killed my neighbor. They wanted Reyes to know they knew. That they could get me.

And they had hoped I would be angry enough to attack Reyes, so he could fight back and kill me. They had hoped their prodigal son would return; only when he did, he was covered in vampire bites and marked. 

They really didn’t like me spoiling their plans.

It had been two weeks. I was... itching for blood, to say the least. Every person in this building, I could smell them. Sense what type of blood they had, whether it was sweet or bitter or something in between.

And I could smell him. Reyes. He wasn't too far from where I was being held. That's what gave me hope. What kept me going, even while I was ravenous. Because as long as he's alive, I would keep the peace. I could keep going.

Then today, I couldn't smell his blood anymore. It was farther away at first. But then disappeared completely. And my mind went into a panic. Was he dead? Did they take him? Did he leave on his own accord and all of this was a ploy to get me locked up and tested on?

I wasn't sure. But I planned to find out.

“Psst. Psst. Hey, Guard. Quick question. …Yes, it's serious. Do you think clouds have a favorite season? I genuinely want to know your thoughts.”

A loud cell gate opened, heavy footsteps grew closer to Phil.

Phil sighed, “Why is it that every time I open my mouth to ask a question, you feel the need to get violent? You should seek some professional help for that.”

The sudden clang of a chain breaking sounded.

“And maybe some medical advice for this.”

He snarled, fighting and thrashing at the guard. He got the upper hand, wrapping the chain around the neck of the guard, strangling him quickly.

“Sorry to do this to you, Steven. You seemed like such a nice guy.”

Phil hissed, sinking his teeth into the guard’s neck. He groaned, slurping down blood hastily. He gulped the liquid, moaning as he pulled off a moment later. “Fuck. That just hit the spot. Now remember, I could have drained you dry, but I didn't. Be nice to us vampires, and maybe we won't kill you.”

I raced down the hallway, stopping at the cell I believed to be Reyes. It was empty, but not abandoned. It had been left open. Maybe they planned to return him.

Crashing thunder sounded loudly in the distance, as a siren began to go off. A door slammed open at the end of the hallway.

“...Reyes?”

In all his glory, he stood there: bruised, dirty, and somehow hotter than before. He was fighting hunters. His own kind. Taking them down one by one. When one noticed me, Reyes grabbed the back of the man's head, smashing it into the nearest wall.

Phil tsked, “You didn't have to do that! That was just cruel, Reyes.”

Heavy footsteps grew near before passing Phil, the siren continuing.

“Alright, I'm coming, I'm coming!” Phil laughed as he ran with Reyes.

I followed behind you, unsure of where we were going. But, I guess there was a slight benefit to being a former hunter; you knew the layout of the league’s base.

“How'd you escape?” He paused, waiting for a response. “Oh, pretended to be sick. Took you to the infirmary. Nice. Me? I just... ripped the chain out of the wall and strangled the guard until he passed out.”

He waited, adding. “Yeah, I drank from him. Jealous?”

Phil chuckled darkly. “When we get out of here, I'll make it up to you.”

The sirens died down as they ran out of the base, everything growing quiet slowly as all noise faded out.

We left for Reyes’ secret hideout. It was outside of the city altogether. Far enough away that his league wouldn't find it. Whatever was left of them.

All of Reyes’ proof about the league was leaked to the media within a day of our escape. People were shocked, to say the least. Especially the authorities. While vampire hunting wasn't illegal, torture very much was. And on humans too? The league was up to their eyebrows in offenses and crimes, and every living member was getting taken down, all thanks to Reyes.

When everything had died down, I went back home. And Reyes followed. I expected him to want space. Part of me figured I was a means to an end for him. I mean, he wanted out. I was the excuse. It was that simple. But... I was wrong. He actually stayed around. And every time I came back to my flat, I thought he'd be gone. But he was still there. Waiting patiently for me.

A door closed softly as Phil sighed. “Hey to you too. How's your day been?”

A pause. “Good. How'd the meeting with the police go?”

Phil let out a dry laugh. “Charles is asking for mercy? Not surprised. It's always the one that lacked it that beg for it the most.”

A small peck came to his lips. He sucked in a little breath. “Oh. No, no. I liked that. I'm just surprised, is all.”

Dan could hear the smile in Phil’s tone. “Yeah. I mean... we haven't exactly done anything together since I marked you so I figured… You weren't interested.”

He huffed, “Is it really that surprising? I mean, you used to hunt my kind for brownie points, my apologies for thinking you wouldn't be able to just turn on a dime!”

Phil scoffed, “Of course I feel something for you! You think I allowed myself to get captured for funsies? You think I let them starve me for two weeks, just to make sure you were alive? You think I-”

A sudden kiss muffled his voice. It silenced him for a moment, much deeper than before. He pulled back. “You know, you can't keep doing that… Kissing me to shut me up. What if I have something important to say?”

“Like... well I can't think of anything right now with you holding me like this. But when I do, I'll-” Phil’s voice fell as he was kissed again. He exhaled, a sweet whine falling from his lips.

“I do have something to say. If you would stop kissing me for a second.” A beat. “How long do you plan to stay? I'm not upset at you being here, obviously. But I just want to know…”

He giggled, “A while? Hmm, does that have a time limit on it or is it just-?”

“Okay. A while. Alright.” Phil stopped as silence filled the space. Then, he shuddered a breath. “You... like me.”

Phil gasped, laughing. “Since the first day? You've liked me since the night you met me?”

Dan felt his face flush from the sentence. That was something he and Phil had always talked about, especially when Dan was a bit drunk and feeling clingy.

“I guess I could say the same thing.” He mused. Their lips met, the kiss building slowly. A ragged inhale came from Phil as he pulled away. “Y-You can't touch me like that. Not unless you plan to do something about it.”

He hummed, his voice deepening. “You do? Hmm, then show me.”

His breath hitched as a belt coming undone and a zipper being pulled down sounded.

Dan’s eyes widened. He followed suit hastily, yanking his sweats down his knees, freeing his aching member.

“You know, you look very pretty on your knees.” Phil growled.

Dan choked, wrapping his hand around his dick. “Jesus Christ…”

Wet sounds played, sucking languidly. Phil sighed in relief, his voice raising into a whine. “Fuck, your mouth.”

His moans were husky as the wet noises gradually grew. “Sooo... good. Yes.”

His voice trembled, a strangled groan escaping his throat. “As much as I love your mouth... I need more. Please.”

Phil whispered, desperately. “You have no idea how long I've wanted you.”

Their lips met in a heated kiss. He panted into it, tongue lapping at Reyes. Dan’s hand had a mind of its own, jerking him at a steady pace. The sound of a door opened, and then it slammed shut a second later. Phil grunted as he fell onto a bed, the springs squeaking under his weight. 

“Just as eager as me, I see. You need to get your clothes off now.”

Clothes were pulled, almost torn, off; dropping to the floor. He whispered softly, “God. You're... so beautiful.

A peck. “It's unfair, actually.”

They kept kissing, Phil sneaking a giggle out. A sharp, low gasp came from him a second later. “Sorry, they kind of just... pop out sometimes.”

A moment of silence passed. He uttered, lust dripping from every word. “You want me... on top? So I can bite you?” A heavy breath shuddered in his chest, “Fuck, you're trying to kill me.”

The visual alone made Dan’s cock spasm in his hand, the tip leaking precum. He whined low, his eyes shutting tight.

Phil’s lips met Reyes again, the bed squeaking as they moved. A drawer, probably next to the bed, opened and then snapped shut. A squelching noise sounded; lube being squeezed from a bottle.

Dan knew that noise well.

“Give me your hand.” More lube was poured from the bottle. “Think you can open me up while I drink from you?”

A flithy sound escaped Dan’s lips, his hand speeding up its motions.

Phil leaned in, his breath tickling Dan’s ear as he licked the skin around it, Dan guessed. Phil hissed, sinking his teeth into flesh. He drank Reyes’ blood hungrily, needily. He tore away, whimpering as sliding wet sounds could be heard in the background. “Fuck, yes! Just like that!”

Dan imagined it in front of him. Phil on top, fangs and all, jerking him off while Dan fingered his hole. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his hips lifting out of his seat eagerly.

“Need you so fucking badly. You ready?”

Dan nodded his head pathetically, his mind completely gone. Lost in the audio.

Phil eased down on the cock, wet sounds echoing in Dan’s ears. Phil quivered, his breath hitching. “H-Holy shit. Fuuuuck!”

He hummed as he bounced, whiny moans falling from his lips. Dan thrusted up into his hand, tightening his grip on his shaft. His cock was covered in precum, still dripping from his slit. He dug his teeth into his bottom lip, making as little noise as possible.

“You feel…” Phil growled, “So good.”

They kissed again, as the wet sounds grew faster. With each thrust, a word fell from Phil’s lips urgently. “Yeeesss. Just. Like. That. Fuck!”

Dan uttered a silent plea, bucking his hips. He could feel his orgasm growing closer, Phil’s moans almost inside his skull.

Phil let out a strained whimper, more wet sounds coming in. “Uh! God, you're hand is so fucking tight! Don't stop.”

He listened, somehow moving his hand faster. Dan’s mouth fell open, his brain completely blank from the pleasure.

Phil huffed a harsh breath, “I need your blood. I want it so badly.”

He bit down, sucking Reyes’ blood out with a guttural mewl. He swallowed hard, whining as he ripped himself away. “I'm close. Come with me. Come with me!”

Dan’s hand was a piston on his cock, inching closer and closer to coming. His free hand gripped the arm rest of the chair, white knuckling. He was there, he was right. Fucking. There. He just wanted, needed, Phil’s permission to come.

Phil drank more blood, every sound louder and faster than before, crescendoing in Dan’s ears. Phil cried out helplessly, voice shaking. “Fuck! Yes! C-coming-uh!”

His wails sent Dan over the edge, his cock exploding as he reached his peak. He came all over his hand and bare stomach, his body almost vibrating in the chair. He exhaled a silent sob, his mind blacking out. Everything around him was just pleasure; ecstasy.

What finally pulled him out of it was Phil letting out a tired giggle, shallow breaths escaping his lungs. “So... how long is a while? Because I think you might need to stay... forever, instead.”

He kissed lazily, lips smacking. The sound slowly faded out, the outro music playing a final time.

It took Dan several minutes to come back to reality. His reality. The one where, sadly, Phil wasn’t a vampire.

But Phil was his in this universe. And not Reyes, whoever the fuck that was. So, he guessed, this universe is better than that one.

He cleaned himself up, and trudged back to the bedroom. He slid under the duvet, snuggling back into his pillow.

Phil stirred in his sleep, his hand sleepily searching for Dan. “Heeey… where’d you go?”

“The bathroom.” Dan lied, mumbling.

Phil nodded, closing his eyes again. Silence fell over the room for a minute, before he spoke once more.

“So… how’d you like the audios?”

When Phil had raised the idea on the podcast, about doing an audio for the Quinn app, Dan thought it was funny. He honestly couldn't imagine Phil, his Phil, doing an erotic audio for others to hear. To be honest, he wasn't even sure he himself would want to hear it. And he's been with the man for seventeen years.

But eventually, from Phil's mouth to God's (Satan's?) ears, it happened. A series of emails, and Phil disappearing to a recording studio in London for a couple hours, plus another day for some promo shots, and it was all done. 

Dan had cautioned Phil about it. ‘Are you sure this is something you actually want to do, and not just because you heard Hudson Williams and Connor Storrie do it?’ And Phil had told him it sounded interesting. If he was given a good enough script, he would do it. And do it seriously.

Dan still couldn't imagine it though. And to top it off, once it was done, Phil kept a tight lip. Had forbidden Dan from coming with him in the first place, and then said he was "under contract" and Dan would have to wait like everyone else.

And then finally, it was announced. Phil was doing an original audio for Quinn, titled "Monster". The little promo they shot was gothic in nature. Phil was dressed in black, his blond hair almost stark white in the photos. His pale skin almost glowing.

The little description for the audio read "Xavier, voiced by Phil Lester, is your average vampire - just trying to get by one day at a time. But Reyes was no ordinary vampire hunter. And when they meet and sparks fly, it throws Reyes' entire life off balance... and into grave danger."

“Xavier?” Dan raised an eyebrow at Phil. “They think you look like a Xavier?”

“Look, I didn't have control over the names.” Phil scoffed, “And I could look like a Xavier!”

“No way. And grave danger?” Dan snorted. “A little heavy handed, don't you think?”

He blinked back at him. “It's a vampire audio. I think it makes perfect sense.”

“Phil... you do know this app is mostly used by women, right?” He said gently, patting his arm.

“Yeah. And the audio I made has my character having sex with a man. So, shut it Daniel.” Phil sassed.

“You think our audience is even gonna want to listen to you... moaning?” Dan grimaced. “Most of them are lesbians.”

Phil smirked, “I'm already trending on Twitter.”

He pursed his lips. “Honestly, I shouldn't have expected anything less from our fans. Our, apparently, very horny fans.”

Suddenly, Phil sat up straight, grabbing his laptop. “I have a present for you.”

“Dear God, what is it?” He furrowed his brow, worried.

He glared. “The audio, you idiot.”

“Oh. Oh. Wait, you didn't steal this, right? They gave it to you?” Dan questioned, eyeing him.

“Yes, they gave it to me. They sent it over yesterday and I listened to it.” Phil smiled. “As long as I don't accidentally post it, I should be in the clear.”

“Well, thankfully for Quinn it's not us kissing with cat whiskers circa 2009.” He grumbled under his breath, “Which for some reason, you still have unlisted on your channel.”

He ignored Dan, leaning in eagerly. “So... are you gonna listen to it or not?”

“Yeah, of course.” He looked him over, narrowing his eyes. “Wait, in front of you?”

“I would like your live reaction, yes.” He remarked.

“Oh. Sure. Why not?” Dan shrugged. “Not like I have anything else to do besides... listen to my boyfriend of seventeen years roleplay and moan in my ear.”

“Friday night, am I right brother?” Phil jested.

Dan deadpanned. “That's my line, Phil.”

“Whatever. Play it.” He replied, leaning back in his seat. He handed one Airpod over to Dan, who placed it in his ear.

“Okay, before I do…” Dan looked over the laptop screen, exhaling. “I have to ask. Did you... take this seriously?”

“What? Yes! Very, actually.” He exclaimed, almost offended.

“Okay, okay. I just want to manage my expectations.” He confirmed, “So, this is you... acting. In an erotic audio.”

“Yeah. But I'm not me. I'm Xavier.” Phil beamed.

Dan pffted, “Right. Xavier. Sure.”

He clicked the audio, ambient music beginning to play. Phil’s voice introduced the title of the story, and then more music followed. It was eerie, almost club music. Which was not the direction Dan thought the audio would be going in.

Vampires had existed for thousands of years, often under different names. Strigoi. Upyr. Camazotz. The list went on and on.

Dan paused, looking up at Phil, amused. “How long did it take you to say those words correctly?”

“Not that long, actually. I didn’t do that many takes, all things considered,” Phil informed. “Continue it, please.”

In the end, it all meant the same thing. The undead. Blood suckers. And when we finally came out of the shadows, there were a lot of humans that weren't too thrilled about living with the dead. Some loved us, fantasied about us, would literally die to be us. And others... wanted us dead. Like, actually dead, not walking around in the sunlight like most of us do.

And sometimes, it was hard to tell the difference between those that loved us and those that hated us. In the end they were all the same. Obsessed with our lives, rather than their own.

And me personally? I just wanted to live my life without all of that. I wanted to go out with friends, party, do normal things that normal people do. Being a vampire wasn't my whole identity. It was just a part of me, like the way I write with my right hand or how I have blond hair. Just a sentence, not the whole page.

“So far, the only thing I can’t believe is you partying.” Dan commented.

Phil sighed, “Are you going to stop every minute to make a comment?”

He pouted, “I thought you liked my commentary.”

“Not during my erotic audios.” He snickered.

He gaped, “Audios. There’s more than one?”

“It’s three parts.” Phil stated.

“Jesus… am I gonna be gooning all night or something?” Dan questioned.

“No. Just play the damn thing, Daniel.” He whined.

But for some reason, trouble liked to follow me.

Tonight was my first night off in months. I had been wasting myself away at work, and barely went out anymore. But finally, I had the perfect weekend lined up. Hang out with friends Saturday night, and spend my Sunday off cleaning up around my flat. 

“You… cleaning? Ha.”

“Shut it.”

Sure, it sounded pretty mundane to most, but after being stuck inside for so long, doing nothing and seeing no one, it was nice to get out. Remove myself from the funk I had been in.

And in the process, maybe find someone to hook up with.

My love life has always taken a back burner. It was hard to date as a vampire. If you weren't dating your own kind, it kind of became a 50/50 chance of either finding someone normal that just ended not being interested in the end, or finding someone unhinged that liked you too much. And after many failed attempts of dating, I had resided myself to just hook ups. Besides, I didn't really want to settle down. I was still young. Technically, I had forever to figure out what I wanted. So who cares if I didn't know right now?

“Xavier is a bit of a slutty vampire, then. Very outside of your own wheel-house.” Dan patted Phil’s knee, “Must of been hard to relate.”

“You are so annoying.” Phil whispered, biting back a smile.

The club my friends and I were at was called The Crypt. A vampire-human club. There were some clubs that were just vampires only, and some that were just humans. But since this one was a mix, it was always packed.

I didn't exactly love clubs, but it was a nice way to find... interesting people, to say the least. Or people watch, if I really wasn't up to the challenge of flirting.

He paused it quickly to add. “And it is a challenge.”

The music grew louder, the beat bumping hard into Dan and Phil’s ears. Then there was a clinking of glasses, and cheers. Phil's distant laugh played in the background.

“Woo! To fun nights and forever friends! Cheers!” Phil spoke, almost yelling.

Dan stopped the audio again, breaking out into fits of giggles.

“What’s so funny, Howell?” Phil fumed playfully.

“I just… oh God,” he took a deep breath. “That was the silliest line I think I’ve ever heard. Also we are ten minutes in and no porn has happened yet. Talk about edging.”

“The first part is always first base-y. Second base? Whatever, I don’t know sports,” he scrunched up his face, waving a hand. “The next two audios are when it gets really spicy.”

“So I have to wait for part two just to get to the actual sex of it all? God, what a waste.” Dan huffed.

Phil reached for his laptop. “If you’re gonna keep stopping it, then I’m taking control of the play button.”

He pulled away, a weird whine escaping his lips before he spoke. “I’ll stop, I’ll stop. Sorry. I thought you wanted my live reaction…”

The cool cocktail relaxed my body, still warm from the dance floor. My eyes scanned the crowd, not really paying attention to anything in particular. But then suddenly... I found you.

“Alright Joe from ‘You’.” Dan quipped.

You were wearing all black, which wasn't that surprising in a vampire-human club. Most wore black. I was the one that stuck out like a sore thumb with my bright colored shirt. I liked to think it made me seem unassuming, or... loud and obnoxious, depending who you asked.

But you... you blended in. Your beauty was the one thing that made you stand out amongst all the other patrons. There was an odd sincerity in Phil’s words that made Dan’s heart flutter for just a moment. He eyed Phil, continuing to listen. 

You were... incredibly handsome. Strikingly so. I could tell you were human, just more on the graceful side. I must have stared for too long, because your eyes met mine sharply. They softened as you looked me over, before you turned away.

My friend nudged me and I laughed at their expression. Phil’s, Xavier’s, voice suddenly chimed in, louder and back in the room. “What? You noticed them too? No, you're right. I should call dibs before Ryan does.”

Dan rolled his eyes, “Dibs? What are you a frat bro?”

“Yeah, I thought that line was a bit odd too.” Phil snickered.

Ryan would have been relentlessly flirting with you if he noticed you first. Thankfully, he was preoccupied with some other guy. So, I was able to have you all to myself. If only I wasn't the most awkwardest vampire on the planet and could just talk to you. Was it strange for me to feel this way? Nervous, because of a total stranger? Probably. I was hundreds of years old. Eternally in my thirties. Why was talking to a random guy so hard?

Because it was you. And you were intimidating. And probably well out of my league.

“What a relatable vampire.” Dan mumbled.

Maybe I just needed another drink. Some liquid courage. I stumbled to the bar, trying my best to not knock into anyone on the way over. I ordered another cocktail, one super sweet but high in alcohol content. 

“Who wrote this? They must be fans.” He laughed.

Phil grinned, “Honestly, some of the lines sound like something I would say in real life.”

As I waited for my drink, my eyes skimmed over the crowd. I didn't see you anymore, and a twinge of sadness panged my heart. It would have been nice to have at least known your name.

“Lemme guess… is it something weird like… Silas?” He excitedly slapped the table, “Or, or, how about Alexander? Something classic, yeah?”

He shook his head, “No. You’re wrong.”

A tap on my shoulder brought me out of my thoughts, and there you were. At first, I thought I was seeing things. But you really were here, standing in front of me. You gave me a soft smile, sticking your hand out.

“Um, hi. I'm Xavier. Nice to meet you…” Phil’s voice trailed off. “Reyes? That's a cool name. I don't know anyone else named that.”

Dan frowned, “Not as cool as Silas.”

“You write the porn script next time, then.” Phil uttered.

“What am I drinking? Just a... I think it's called a ‘Heart Stopper’? It's really sweet. I like sweet drinks. What about you?” He stopped again, then made a sick noise. “No way, that's way too bitter for me, personally. But hey, different strokes.”

“I don't think I've heard you say that phrase, like, ever.”

“Daniel.”

“Sorry.”

“I'm here with my friends. They're over there... somewhere. What about you?” He hummed, “Alone? That's brave. I don't think I could ever go to a club by myself. Not because of the vampires, though. That's a good reason too. I'm just... kind of awkward. I need others to feel extroverted. Otherwise, I don't think I would go out, like ever.”

Dan chuckled. “Now I get why this was easy for you to act in. It’s basically you, except you’re a vampire.”

“I have something to tell you, Dan… I am a vampire.” Phil confessed.

“No, you’re a nerd. A silly billy, some would say,” he teased. “But not a vampire.”

Phil sputtered, choking out a laugh. “Wait, what? Y-you think I'm... cute? Thanks. I think the last time someone called me that, I was 12. And it was my grandma.” He giggled. “Not many men call each other cute. …You're different? Thank God for that.” He lowered his voice, and Dan could hear the smile as he talked. “I think you're cute too, by the way. Well, more than cute. But you probably know that. Know that you're attractive.”

He gasped, “You don't? Are you blind? Do you not own any mirrors? Oh my god, are you a vampire?”

An awkward silence fell, and Phil added quickly. “Nothing wrong with being one if you are, by the way. I don't mind vampires. I think they're a bit... misunderstood. I think so many people jump to the conclusion that they are just... monsters. But I think there's more to them, just like there's more to humans.”

“You said the title. Roll credits.” Dan grinned.

Phil blinked, “I’m going to punch you.”

You bit your lip at me, and stared at me like I was dinner. You gulped down your drink, and whispered low into my ear.

“What did Reyes whisper in your ear?” Dan asked.

He groaned back, “Play it and find out!”

Phil’s voice came through huskier than before. Dan could admit it was almost sexy. “Um, yeah. I'm ready to go when you are.”

Well, that was fast. 

The club music grew softer, the sound of clicking heels walking through a crowd filled the space. A door swung open, a street soundscape played until it softened too; the club music disappearing into the background.

“Yeah, it was hard to talk in there. It's nice and quiet out here. Granted it's an alley, so... no one would be back here. Beside the raccoons.”

Phil’s breath sped up suddenly, as a soft laugh escaped his lips. “How forward of you, Reyes. But... yeah. You can kiss me.”

“Fucking finally.” Dan sighed, huffing out an exhausted breath. “Almost thirty minutes, Phil. Thirty minutes to get to a kiss.”

“You’re very excited to hear me fuck another man, Dan. I didn’t know you liked being cucked so much.” Phil smirked, staring him down.

Dan glared at Phil, pressing the play button without another word.

Phil’s lips smacked against another’s a moment later. Or at least that’s what it sounded like. Dan couldn’t help but scowl a little. ASMR wasn’t exactly his favorite thing in the world, but he now realized that’s what all of this was leading up to.

The kissing continued, and it honestly sounded realistic. Which… Dan wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about that yet. He closed his eyes, trying to pretend it was him Phil was kissing.

“So, this is what you wanted to talk to me about? …No, no. I'm not upset. This is my favorite type of conversation.” Phil chuckled.

His lips met Reyes again, the noises just as loud as before. Dan could hear Phil breathe through his nose, the sound almost against his ear through the Airpod. The kiss sounded soft, but eager. Growing slowly. Then, Phil pulled away. “I do gotta ask... is that a stake in your pocket or are you just happy to kiss me?”

Dan opened his mouth to say something, but Phil shushed him.

A whooshing noise, the sound of a stake being pulled out. Phil squeaked, “Woah, watch where you swing that thing. Some of us are a bit triggered by that.”

A beat. “Like me.”

A tiny flick sounded, along with a deep exhale.

“That’s the sound they used to show my fangs were out.” Phil added, pausing the audio.

Dan nodded, “Very ‘True Blood’ of them.”

“You're surprised? How?” Dan could hear the annoyance in Phil’s voice. A tone he knew very well. “...I was literally drinking a cocktail that has blood in it.” He smacked his lips, “Oh, you don't know the menu. Okay, so? Either way, how are you surprised you kissed a vampire? You're literally at a vampire-human club.”

Phil scoffed, the gravel under his feet shifting as he moved. “You... hunt vampires. Of course. Of fucking course. No, it makes total sense that I would be into a person that literally wants me dead.” He sighed. “God, my life is a joke at this point. I try putting myself out there, for the first time in months, and I kiss a hunter. Ew.”

Dan gaped at Phil. “Ooh, I’m getting some enemies-to-lovers vibes.” 

“Just you wait.” He bit his lip.

“I'm allowed to say ew. You don't even like my kind, of course I'm grossed out by you too. I don't have that much self-hatred. I actually like myself, vampire tendencies and all.” Phil sassed, anger building.

Another whoosh through the air. Phil grunted, then the cracking sound of something wooden followed.

“I'm trying to have an honest conversation with you, and you throw your stake at me? Fucking rude. Also, your aim is terrible.”

More grunts came through, the sounds of hits landing added in. A scuffle of some kind was happening. And then abruptly, the slam of a body into a wall. Phil huffed harshly. “You know, you're terrible as a hunter if I'm able to catch you. How about this, I'll let you go and you can just... go off into the night and find some other vampire to kill?”

He groaned, “Why kill me anyway? I haven't hunted a human in centuries.” He waited, “Oh, I'm a monster? Well, if you feel that strongly about monsters, why don't you hunt down serial killers? It's not my fault my kind has to drink blood to stay alive and some take it too far. Your kind kills people all the time and yet you don't exactly seem to be doing anything about it. Kind of hypocritical, don't you think?”

“How philosophical for a porn app.” Dan remarked.

Phil hushed. “Shh, it’s getting good.”

Phil suddenly inhaled sharply. There was a struggle, and he fought until suddenly another slam into the wall. This time, it was him instead. “Fuck. F-fine,” he stammered, fear in his tone. “You got me. Just... do it quick, okay. Just remember, I could have attacked you, but I didn't. And you still killed me.”

There was silence as you stared down at me. But a loud crash from the other end of the alley made us both turn, staring into the darkness. Three broad vamps appeared, red eyes glowing with hunger.

He swallowed, “Are they with you...?”

A fight broke out between Phil and Reyes versus the other vampires. There was snarling, hisses, and the sound of stakes being jammed into bodies. The squishing, wet noises of blood. Phil’s grunts and growls trickled in, as he fought the other vamps. Dan did his best to follow along, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Phil’s heavy breathing came through as the fighting noises died down, the last vampire killed. “You know... this was supposed to be my day off. And here I am, fighting a bunch of vampires just to protect a hunter who literally was trying to kill me a second ago. I'm an idiot.”

He spat, “Yes, I saved your ass. Why? Because even though you think us vamps all hate humans or want them to die, we don't. I don't. I care.” His voice softened, “And even though you're not gonna win any favorite human awards from me, I don't want you dead. But I guess you can't say the same back.”

You stood closer to me, our chests touching. I could smell your blood pumping through your veins, it intensifying as your eyes searched mine. The smell seemed stronger in the air around us, my eyes noticing a small cut on your arm. I could feel my mouth water at the thought of your blood, my fangs growing behind my lips.

“You're tempting your fate here, Reyes.” Phil warned. “Because... your blood smells like candy, and I have a very strong sweet tooth.”

He exhaled, an almost moan, as he was pushed into a wall again.

“You must really like pinning me against the wall. Or…” His voice deepened, dripping in lust. “Do you just like being on top?”

He chuckled darkly. A laugh Dan hadn’t heard from Phil before. It sent a shiver down his spine, surprising him. “Caught you off guard with that one. Your eyes... they don't hide your emotions that well. So... what are you gonna do now? You really only have two options.”

Phil’s voice was suddenly close, almost directly in Dan’s ear. Just above a whisper. “You either kill me... or you kiss me. Your choice.”

A brief silence fell, then the sound of a hitched breath from Phil as he kissed Reyes again. It grew intense almost instantly. Sloppy. Phil moaned against the kiss, a little whine slipping out.

Now that sound… Dan was used to it. He snuck a glance at Phil, and his mischievous eyes met Dan’s.

He knew. And he knew that Dan knew.

The kissing kept going. Dan could swear on everything that Phil’s tongue was right there, almost at the microphone. His mouth had to be open, waiting. It was too real, and it made his body grow hot. Is this what it was like to listen to erotic audios? Sure, he had watched porn before. But this felt… way different.

Maybe because it was Phil. His Phil. Making noises he knew by heart.

Suddenly the kissing stopped. Phil’s breath was ragged. The sound of heavy footsteps began to walk away. And Phil called out, “Have a good night, Reyes! Don't let the vampires bite. Hey, next time I'm in trouble, I'll make sure to call you. Even the score!”

Outro music began to play, similar to the beginning. Dan turned to Phil, his eyes unblinking.

Phil sat up, “So, what’d you think?”

“That was… some of your best work.” Dan complimented, smiling sweetly.

“I figured. But nothing tops The Lion Guard.” He joked.

His face dropped, his eyes rolling. ”How dare you bring that up after I had you moaning in my ear a second ago.”

Phil’s voice softened bashfully, “You think it was good?”

“Of course. Genuinely, Phil. That was great. Where are the other parts?” Dan inquired.

“I’ll share them with you tomorrow. I want to go to bed.” He stood up, heading towards their bedroom.

Dan snapped lightheartedly, “You’re kidding! I’m supposed to just… wait until tomorrow to hear the rest?”

“If you were a fan, you would have to wait a week in between. You can wait a couple hours.” Phil smiled, looking over his shoulder; a devilish glint in his eye, “It’s time for bed.”