The Rose (Chapter 3)
Summary : Phil is in the mafia and is tracking down a girl named Dan, while dating a boy named Dan.
A/N : Or how Genderfluid!Dan tricks Phil
Word Count : 772
Warnings : genderfluid!Dan, swearing
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"When will I see you again sweetie?" He asked me as I buttoned up my shirt.
"Depends on you, honey." I said, insisting on the word 'honey'. He chuckled a bit and I smiled.
"You do know that I'm in the mafia." He said with a much more serious voice and I sighed.
"Yeah I know. I've heard of you in that bar we met." I looked back at him and he nodded. "But there's nothing serious between us so it's ok." I said with a smile and he frowned. "Do you not want it to be serious?"
I was taken aback a bit. Wasn't he supposed to almost be the boss of the mafia? Had he really gotten attached to me after such short time? We literally had sex like six times. That's nothing in a man's life.
But anywho that was the perfect opportunity for me to get close to him. Well I already had gotten close to him. But just not in the way I was supposed to.
"That's not what I said and you know it." He smiled. "When will it become serious then?"
I shrugged.
"Depends."
"On what?" I smiled.
"I'll see you later Lester." I said while getting up and opening the door.
"That pun was shit."
"Just like your face." I turned around and looked at him and smiled.
"I'll call you, okay?" I said and he smiled. "Yeah."
Walking out of his apartment, I started thinking.
This mission wasn't what I thought it was going to be.
Phil Lester.
Supposedly the toughest mafia member in the whole country -if not world- was in fact a huge sap.
That was a plot twist.
I hurriedly got back to the hotel I was staying at.
After Phil's minions had seen where I lived, I could no longer come back home. But it was ok, I was used to it with the job I had.
Phil.
I shook my head and went up the stairs to my room. Putting the card in, I walked in. I immediately started searching for cameras and other stuff that Phil's minions could have put to spy on me.
After thoroughly searching the small hotel room and bathroom and finding nothing I finally got changed into something comfier. AKA a small skirt and a low hanging shirt with some huge and warm socks.
Cosy.
I laid down on my small bed and sighed a huge breath out.
Was I getting too attached? I mean, Lester was indeed good-looking.
And nice.
I mean, the first time we fucked all he did was ask if I was okay and if nothing hurt.
He was too sweet.
I wasn't prepared.
This sweet persona wasn't what I was expecting. But I still needed to complete my mission.
Those documents where a question of life or death. For all of my group.
Phil Lester.
We had gotten close over time. Well over the week that we've spent seeing each other and fucking.
But still. No one had ever been close to me.
I usually had to fuck with people for my missions. Using my looks for greater good was a regular thing.
But usually, it was a quick fuck and go. No small talk and overall no feelings.
But Phil Lester was something else.
He always insisted on talking a bit before and then kissing a bit to ease into the sex.
I had never seen that.
And then during the act it was always some sweet words, vanilla and just slow...
And after was the absolute worst. Because he always cleaned the both of us up and insisted on cuddling me for a bit. And he always asked me if it hurt, if it felt good, if he did good.
It was pathetic. And cute. But pathetic.
He was considerate.
Phil Lester was a softy.
As a working agent, I should've considered this a good thing. Because this mission would be way easier.
But as Dan, I just couldn't think about anything but Phil's eyes after sex. They were twinkling and... Loving almost.
They were almost saying 'I want to love and protect you'.
It was unsettling...
I jumped as my phone started ringing. I must've fell asleep.
I quickly grabbed it and answered : "Hello, who is this?"
That's how I always started my calls. I had been instructed to do so during my formation.
If the answer to this sentence was 'It's Josh; Joshua' or any name starting by a 'J' then I knew it was one of my bosses or colleagues.
"Hello pretty face, seems that I've found your number after all." Shit.









