Hey, everyone. This is my first shot at writing/posting. I don't own Dan nor Phil, but they are hot and IMO belong together.

Dan can tell Phil has a lot on his mind, so he sets down his laptop and urges his flatmate to spill.

"Would you be my cat boy slave?"

"When cats take over the world?" Dan laughs. "Sure."

"No." Phil shakes his head. "If I get you some attachable cat ears. And a collar and a leash… would you wear them and be my cat boy slave?"

Dan gawks at Phil. "You want me to dress up like a cat?"

Phil nods, voice dropping. "Let me choke you a bit, be my cat boy… slave."

"You're aware this is like a kink, right? Like, sexually?"

Phil frowns. "What's your point?"

[beat]

"Are you even gay?" Dan asks awkwardly.

"Yeah." Phil meets Dan's eyes.

"You're gay." Dan repeats.

"Yes."

"Damn. And, and you want me to dress like a cat?"

Phil nods, reaching under the couch to find the realistic cat ears that blend with Dan's hair color. Dan wordlessly takes them and slides them on his head. Phil's cheeks turn a shade of pink as he reaches for a collar he's had for a while.

"C'mere. I need to put it on."

Dan complies, seemingly under a trance and unsure of what is happening. Phil sucks in a breath as he adjusts the collar, lightly choking his best friend. He adds the leash and commands the Dan remain still. Phil returns less than a minute later with a Sharpie to find Dan sitting on the edge of the couch.

"Off."

Dan turns toward Phil in confusion.

"I told you to stay where you are. Not get on the couch. Get off."

Dan sighs and slides back to his knees, facing the couch. Phil takes his place on the couch and carefully draws on the cat whiskers. He then sits back to admire his work, causing Dan to shift awkwardly. Phil finally takes the remote and sprawls out on his back on the couch.

"Come up."

Dan stares but he sees nowhere to sit. "Where?"

"Head on my chest."

Dan stares back to his friend. He's not sure why he agreed to this if Phil isn't going to take it seriously. Phil catches his gaze.

"You agreed to be my cat boy slave. Do what I said, Daniel."

Dan's cheeks flush uncontrollably. He carefully climbs on top of his older friend and lays his head against Phil's chest. As they watch through an episode of Buffy, Phil's hand idly runs through Dan's hair. Dan enjoys the massage. If he were truly a cat, he might have purred. During a climatic vampire fight, Phil pauses the screen. Dan looks up in confusion.

"Get up."

Dan awkwardly shuffles to his feet at the command. Phil sits up and shakes his head.

"You're a cat, Daniel. Get on all fours."

Dan shakes his head, but Phil has other plans. With a swift tug on the leash, Dan falls to the floor. He notices a domineering gleam he's never truly seen in Phil's eyes. It's glimmered once or twice when Phil would rise victorious in something he hadn't had a lot of confidence in, but it's never stayed this long. Phil continues to hold the leash as he stands and walks out of the lounge.

"Come, Daniel. That's two strikes already. Don't make it three."

Dan reluctantly follows Phil as he walks on all fours. His older friend leads him into his bedroom and requests that he climb onto the bed. Dan does so while Phil rummages through his wardrobe. When he returns, he is holding his tightest pajama bottoms that a fan once sent him.

"Put these on."

Dan's face shadows in embarrassment. He should have known that Phil only wanted to humiliate him. There must be a hidden camera somewhere. He makes a move to get up.

"Where are you going?"

"Uh, to get changed?"

Phil shakes his head. "There's no cameras. Get changed here."

"I'm not letting you watch me change my pants!"

Phil dares to edge closer. "Change your pants, Boy Slave. Or I will chain you to the bed and do it myself."

Dan swallows audibly. His hands shake as he obliges Phil's sudden husky orders. He manages to slip his jeans to his knees, where Phil rips them off the rest of the way. Dan's heart is in his stomach as he moves to pull on the tight shorts. They are snug in all the wrong places, and a kink-related tent is beginning to build. He fights against himself when Phil sits on the bed beside him.

"Lie down."

Dan squirms. He wants to comply, but he also wants to know how far Phil will go. He's had a crush for ages, but he's never acted on anything. If this is the way Phil wants to play things, he'll be ready. Dan denies Phil's request with his nerves shaking. This accelerates when he is suddenly shoved against the bed, with his head just inches from the headboard. One of his arms is pulled above his head, and he hears the unmistakable clinking of a set of handcuffs. Phil moves to the other side, repeating the same action to the other arm. Finally, Phil crawls onto the bed and straddles his younger friend.

"Thought I warned you about not getting a third strike, Daniel." He grins, speaking in a husky tone. "It's almost like you want this."

"Mmmmnh…"

Phil grabs a loop of the leash and pulls Dan up a little, despite his restraints. "What was that, Daniel?"

Dan blinks, not wanting to divulge anything at the expense of their friendship. Phil sighs, letting go of the leash. He climbs off the bed and straightens his clothes.

"Where are you going?"

"If you're not going to take this seriously, I'm going to go watch more Buffy."

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