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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Phandom/The_Fantastic_Foursome_(YouTube_RPF)
  Relationship:
      Dan_Howell/Phil_Lester, Dan_Howell_&_Phil_Lester
  Character:
      Dan_Howell, Phil_Lester
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-06 Words: 2739
****** The Devil, Himself. ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Dan Howell is a Catholic, 17 year old boy who has been sheltered his
     entire life by his parents. His life centres around Bible study and
     Church visits, until he meets someone who is the exact thing that his
     Mother had warned him about when he was a child.The Devil, himself.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Dan was always a sheltered kid. His parents never letting him use the internet,
sending him to a private Catholic boys college, sent him to church every Sunday
and never really discussing anything with him about the actual world, besides
that everything was evil and ‘the devil’ would take his soul if he actually did
commit a sin. His childish babying had been worse for him than better, as the
boy was now terrified of the outside world. Never wanting to go out with his
few friends on the weekend, scared of doing anything that could cause negative
repercussions. Until he met him. The tall, gorgeous, raven haired boy that
walked the same way he did every afternoon.
The boy’s uniform was from a local public school, one down the road from the
Howell’s house, actually. Dan’s Mother had always warned him to stay away from
kids from that school, as they were ‘Devil-bred’ and ‘Were in the hands of
Satan’. Dan couldn’t really understand why she had thought that, though.
Whenever he sees those students, they’re always laughing and hugging each
other, something that Dan didn’t do very often.
But this boy, he wasn’t with anyone. In fact, Dan doesn’t think that he’d ever
seen him before. With his bookbag slung across his shoulder, and his raven hair
being thrown around by the wind, the boy took a turn down the same road as Dan
was heading.
‘I haven’t seen anyone move in lately?’ Dan thinks, puzzled at where this boy
came from. Dan’s town was small, and not many people moved in and out of it
frequently. Dan’s family had been here since his Grandmother was born.
‘It’s a safe place, and you can be happy here.’ He could here his Mother in the
back of his head, reciting words that she says too often. It wasn’t that he
didn’t love him Mother, because he did, she was just a bit protective. Dan’s
childhood had been filled with Church visits and Bible Camp, not play dates and
school excursions. She was originally going to homeschool him, but his Father
disagreed, saying that the Private Boys Academy 20 kilometres from their home
was the perfect place for Dan to earn his education.
He did like his school, but the Nuns were kind of scary, at times, and most of
the boys that go to his school just called his horrendous names, and laughed
when he tried to speak. He liked being silent, he was most of the time, anyway.
His nose was usually in books that he had to hide from his parents. They
weren’t bad, they were only harmless stories, but his parent’s didn’t even like
him reading fictional literature.
But this boy, the one with the untucked, unbuttoned shirt, showing his red
undershirt. With his overgrown, dyed hair, the roots beginning to show through,
a reddish-brown colour. Dan wanted to know him. He wanted to be close to him.
Dan had always had a preference for boys, but that scared him. Homosexuality
and sodomy were downright sins, and even though Dan didn’t want to admit it, he
was scared. The religious background engraved in his brain, screaming at him to
stop thinking of the same sex in that revolting way. His Mother would probably
have a heart attack right on the spot if Dan had ever confessed his feelings.
But at the moment, this boy was worth selling his soul the the Devil, himself.
The boy reaches a house two doors down from Dan’s, and pulls a key out of his
pocket to unlock the front door. Stepping inside, the boy slams the door behind
him, snapping Dan out of his strange trance, realising that he’s standing in
the middle of his street. Speed walking the 50 metres to his door, he pulls the
handle, stepping inside. He shakes his head, walking up the stairs to his
bedroom. His parent’s wouldn’t be back until it was late, and his little
brother wasn’t coming home until five.
Dan couldn’t shake that intriguing boy’s presence, his raven hair still
engraved in his retinas. He grabs his towel from the back of the door, hoping
that a cold shower would clear the thoughts from his mind.
***
Three days later, and Dan was still thinking about that boy. Dan’s bus had
arrived earlier than usual, giving him move time to walk home. Except for one
thing. The boy was behind him, instead of Dan trailing behind him like a puppy.
Dan clutched his bookbag, his muscles becoming tenser than usual. His strides
become wider as he tries to get home quicker, not wanting to be in the boy's
presence any lo-
“Hey! Short stuff!” Dan’s mind implodes. The boy couldn’t be talking to him?!
Right? Dan keeps his head forward, his eyes, focusing on the ground. He hears
steps, the sound of the boy’s rubber shoes hitting the concrete fills his ears,
terror enveloping his body.
“Hey! Didn’t you hear me?” There's suddenly a firm hand on Dan’s shoulder,
making him recoil, his Mother’s words going off like sirens in his head. He
lifts his head, only to find the most beautiful blue eyes he’s ever seen in his
life. The boy smiles, his peach-coloured lips lightly coated in saliva. He
smiles with his teeth, his eyes closing.
“You go to that rich school in the next suburb along, right?” The boy asks,
Dan’s whole body still not wanting to react. Dan nods stiffly as the boy puts
his other hand on his shoulder.
“Woah, Dude, are you okay? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” The boy
smiles again, giggling to himself. He certainly didn’t remind dan of the
horrifying depictions of hell that he had heard from his Father, in fact, he
was quite the opposite. Dan coughs, his words failing him. The boy starts to
walk, Dan trailing along once again. The boy’s hands are in his pockets as he
walks down the concrete path, Dan's mind going wild.
“I’m Phil, by the way.” Phil gestures to himself, putting his hand back in his
pocket. Dan was kind of shocked. Philip was a very biblical name, and this boy
gave Dan far from religious thoughts.
“D-Dan.” Dan replied, trying not to sound like an idiot in front of the
alluring boy. They reach Phil’s house, and he asks Dan the unthinkable.
“So, wanna come in?” Dan starts to back away, shaking his head rapidly.
“Hey, come on. I won’t bite.” Although the boy’s tone was sweet and playful,
his eyes were the opposite, the mischievous gleam making Dan shiver. And for
some ungodly reason, Dan steps into his house. It had the same layout as his,
all the houses on his street did. But everything felt different. There weren’t
bible verses on every surface, and the place was slightly messy. Phil started
to walk up the stairs, turning back around as he realised that Dan wasn’t
following him.
“You coming?” Phil asks, a smirk sitting on those peach-coloured killers sent
from the gods. Dan nods, scurrying up after Phil, heading into his bedroom. Dan
is immediately startled, the vibrant posters of bands that he had never heard
of, and clothes strewn around the small room. Phil closes the door behind Dan,
and his hands find his way to Dan’s waist, pulling Dan closer to him, burying
his head in Dan’s neck. Dan’s whole body freezes, immediately regretting his
decision to follow to boy into his house. His Mother would kill him if he found
out.
“I hope you don’t mind, I’ve always been into twinks.” The boy starts to kiss
up Dan’s neck, the unfamiliar lingo confusing Dan. Phil’s hands start to rub
against his back, running down to grope Dan’s ass. A squeal erupted from Dan’s
mouth, the sudden touching incredibly unfamiliar to him. The situation was
terrifying to Dan, although he was sure that Phil had been in this spot many
times before. Phil starts to suck at his neck, purplish-red bruises starting to
form. Dan starts to squirm, but that only makes Phil hold him harder.
Suddenly, Dan’s whole belief and moral system flies out Phil’s bedroom window,
as he lets go, completely. He sighs, he’s dreamt on his moment his whole life.
Being under another man’s touch, completely at mercy. His thoughts were sinful
and unholy, and the rosary beads in his pockets were completely forgotten
about. Phil feel’s Dan’s reaction, his whole body loosening against him. He
remembers his Mother talking about the Devil once, about how he seduces people,
fulfills their wildest dreams before taking their soul to hell with him. Right
now, if the Devil looked like Phil, he’d let him take his body, too.
“That’s a good boy.” Phil murmured against Dan’s neck, his eyelashes fluttering
against Dan’s adam’s apple. Dan throws his head back, hitting the wall behind
him. Phil’s hands snake down to grab Dan’s thighs, hoisting him up in his arms.
Dan squeaks, wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist, feeling the slight bulge
against school pants. Walking towards his bed, Phil continues to attack Dan’s
neck before climbing onto the bed, Dan’s arms still wrapped around his neck.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Phil asks, starting to unbutton Dan’s shirt. Dan
had only heard sex being called ‘fucking’ on various occasions, where the boys
at his school would joke about it, Dan never fully understanding the context.
He nods his head, trying not to look unsure as Phil makes his way down Dan’s
torso.
Soon enough, Dan’s full uniform is laying on the sinful boy’s floor, as Phil is
gyrating against Dan’s crotch, Dan’s hands still in Phil’s hair. Dan is
whimpering, trying to keep his reactions to Phil’s skillful movements under
wraps. Phil soon realises what Dan is trying to do, and goes back to kissing
his neck, a spot he’s found to be quite erogenous.
“I want to hear you, Baby Boy.” Phil breathes against Dan’s ear, Dan quickly
adapting to the new nickname that he had been given. Phil’s hand is rubbing
against Dan’s crotch, his hips thrusting to meet Phil’s palm. Phil starts to
take Dan’s boxers off, pushing them down his legs. Goosebumps arise on Dan’s
skin as Phil breathes against the head of his cock. Phil’s hands come up to
where his head is, as he grabs the base of Dan’s cock, holding it firmly,
making Dan squirm. The only time that Dan had ever touched himself in this way
was in the dark of the night, when all his family were asleep, and he even dare
commit any sins under his Mother’s roof.
Phil starts to lick a stripe up the side of Dan, sending shivers down his back.
Phil’s mouth engulfs Dan’s head, Dan’s cock suddenly wrapped in the warmth of
Phil’s mouth. Phil starts to make his way down, the back of Dan’s cock hitting
the back of his throat, Phil suppressing a gag. Dan starts to rut his hips up,
overcome with the amount of pleasure he’s receiving. One of Phil’s hands goes
to push Dan’s hips down, the other massaging Dan’s balls, delicate fingers
sweeping over his perineum. Phil bobs his head a few times over, Dan throwing
his head back, shaking his head against the pillow. His hands find their way to
Phil’s hair, grasping the dyed locks in his hands, pushing Phil down further.
His legs spread, the incredible sensation filling his entire body.Phil pulls
off, sitting on his elbows to support him. His hand’s come up to Dan’s mouth,
two fingers prodding against his lips.
“Suck” Phil orders, his fingers forcing their way through Dan’s mouth. Dan
moans against Phil’s fingers, his tongue swiping against them. Phil’s hand
makes it’s way to Dan’s crotch and past Dan’s balls. Dan squeals, the cold
feeling on Phil’s fingers against his hole surprising him.
“Do you stretch, Baby Boy?” Again, another word that Dan hadn’t heard before.
He had a slight idea of what Phil was getting at, so he shook his head and he
swore that he saw a glint of mischief in the pretty azure eyes beneath him.
Phil wrapped his arms around Dan’s legs, spreading them and pulling them closer
to his face. Chills are sent all through his body as he feels Phil lick a
stripe up his ass, his tongue protruding against his entrance. Dan screams, his
hands gripping the bed sheets, swearing that he could hear them rip under his
touch.
Phil smirks, circling the rim of nerves with his tongue, the precious, strictly
religious boy squirming under his every touch. His fingers accompany his
tongue, a digit entering Dan’s body. The shameful sounds that they were
producing repeating over and over again in Dan’s head. The squelching of Phil’s
tongue against his tight ass turned Dan on even more as Phil added another
finger. Phil’s movements get faster as Dan begins to arch his back, the
feelings too much for his sensitive, virgin body. Phil adds one last finger,
and Dan has to grip Phil’s hair again, afraid that if he lets go, the beautiful
demon will leave his presence.
Phil pulls his fingers out as he reaches over, opening the bedside table
drawer, pulling out a half empty bottle of lube. Phil squeezes it on his cock,
spreading it out as he strokes himself, taking the extra lubricant to cover
Dan’s hole. Phil leans back down, placing both of his hands next to Dan’s head,
pressing his length again Dan’s entrance. holding his cock, he presses the tip
into Dan, causing Dan to throw his head back, wincing and mewling. Phil keeps
pressing in, not having any sympathy for the small boy under him.
“P-Phil, please it-it’s so b-big.” Dan moans out, his eyes shut tight in
pleasure and pain. Phil bottom’s out, grunting against Dan’s neck. He ignores
Dan’s plea and begins to thrust, pulling out all the way to the tip each time,
teasing Dan. Dan squirms and cries out, his head thrashing. Phil brings his
hands down to grab Dan’s legs, bringing them up to sit near his shoulders. Dan
moans, the uncomfortable position making it easier for Phil to hit his spot.
“My precious Baby Boy, do you want me to hit your boybutton? huh?” Phil half-
moans against Dan’s neck, pulling his head up to meet Dan’s eyes. The boy’s
caramel eyes wide with lust, his forehead crinkled as he throws his head back
one more time, nodding his head frantically. Phil’s thrusts become stronger,
the sound of skin slapping against skin fill Dan’s ears, becoming the only
sound he can hear. Phil’s strange lingo continues, with what only Dan can think
is his prostate.
“P-please Phil, f-faster.” Dan urges, his hips pushing down to meet Phil’s
quick thrusts. He reaches down between Dan’s legs, grabbing his swollen cock in
his hands, wanting to bring Dan to the edge. Stroking in time with his thrusts,
Phil’s movements start to get sloppier as Dan gets more restless. His mind is
foggy, the only thing on his mind is Phil, Phil Phil. The beautiful, intriguing
boy that walks home the same way he does. It all seems like a bit of a dream,
like some sort of fictional story that Dan would hide from his parents. But it
felt real, God, it felt real. Dan’s teetering on the edge of coming, as Phil
leans down to Dan’s ear once more, his warm breath covering Dan’s neck.
“Come for me, Baby Boy. You can do it, I know you can. Be my good little butt
slutt and come for me.” Those few sentences were enough to push Dan off the
cliff, His eyes rolling back into his head, his mouth forming the perfect ‘O’
shape as Phil continues to thrust into him, his moans accompanying the other’s
grunts. Phil comes soon after, thrusting hard and fast into Dan’s sensitive
hole, making him shiver with overstimulation.
Phil falls on Dan’s chest, the two panting. Tiredness sweeps over them both, as
the two lazily kiss, Dan feeling like a totally different person to the one
that walked in the door a mere half an hour ago. The atmosphere is fuzzy and
warm, their sticky bodies making each other sweat. Their eyes begin to close,
the two boys wrapped in eachother-
“Philip? I’ve brought the new neighbours over! The Howell family, from down the
road!”
End Notes
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