paint fic

rated m

written by: Britney ( britneyisnotonfire) gigi (spectrapegasus)

Phil and I drove from a restaurant we had stopped to eat at. i glanced over to Phil only to notice him searching the car nervously. what was he looking for?.
I wanted to ask him if every thing was alright but lately he's been having a short temper and cussing more often... than he used too. I glanced out the window; starring at the silver stars plastered onto the black sky. it looked like the stars where painted on gently it reminded me of the mural, drawing and paintings peej would draw and give away to fans.
I them remembered that evening at the restaurant Phil did not move a muscle, he seemed possessed, as if his body was being token over.
he chewed slowly thinking long and hard, but I thought it was nothing serious for he kept acting strange ever since peej had given him a stupid paint brush he didn't want any longer.

I stumbled into our flat as my eye's dropped down in exhaustion. everything was a blur but I seen Phil passing through the kitchen biteing down on his nails. "Dan, I love you" phil uttered. i let out a large laugh and plunged my self into the couch. I didn't believe Phil I knew he loved me as a friend . . . could it be more?
after a few minutes nearly laughing my self to death. Phil had walked over to me with a large glass of water. "here love have a glass of water you have a fever" said Phil handing me the cup and placing this hand on my forged slowly moving his palm gently down my cheek.
I slowly gulped down the water only to find my self slowly slipping out of consciousness. "don't worry Dan you will defiantly love me after this" said Phil and that was the last thing I heard and the last person I seen before I had completely blacked out.

I woke up with a sharp pain throbing and pounding through my head. I tried pulling my self off of the bed I did not regognize only to notice my wrist hand cuffed and chained around the wooden head bored and my ankles chained down the same way. I tried to escape and my mind wondered as I tried to figure out who had done this and why
Phil strutted casually into the room, twirling his brush in his hand. "Phil,help me! Do you know who did this?" I struggled against the handcuffs, wondering why Phil wouldn't help me. "Phil?"
"I did this to you, Dan. isn't it wonderful?" Phil smiled.
"Phil, what the HELL is wrong with you?" I screamed.
"I love you, Dan. can't you tell?" Phil came a little closer. "now, I am going to mark you as my own." Phil purred and pounced on me, brush I'm hand. I tried to scream, but Phil clamped a hand over my mouth and pulled something shiny out of his pocket. "no,no,no , Dan. If you interrupt us, your tongue comes out." he ran the edge of the knife down my face, smiling.
when I stayed quiet, Phil pulled the knife away and brought out the brush. "you're gonna be mine, Dan." Phil started panting and drooling.
"Phil...?" I squeaked, horrified. this isn't Phil; this is...something else. Phil would never do this to me.
"oops, I need something else, too."phil giggled and reached across the bed for the nightstand. first he brought out a cup of red paint, and then some black. "oh, and just so you know, Dan, this is permanent." my eyes grew round and big as saucers, much to Phil's amusement. He giggled and dipped the brush into the black paint. he skillfully and gently smeared the paint onto my face. I felt something familiar about the way he ran the brush over my nose and cheeks. "you see, Dan?" Phil purred and brushed a stray strand of hair from my face. "we used to do this all the time, remember?" whisker. he painted whiskers on my face. "every time I paint something on your body..." Phil trailed off and started giggling. He swept down, planted a small kiss on my now black nose; his face lingered near mine for a bit, making my heart pound. what the hell Dan? no! you don't like him! but if you don't like him, then why do you feel like this?
"Phil," I grunted. Phil dipped his brush into the red paint and created a long diagonal slash over my mouth. I gagged; the paint tastes like crap. Phil smiled and brought his face down near mine.
"I love you, Dan. and you're mine now."
he ran his fingers down my mouth and kissed me roughly. I tried to pull away but he wasn't having it. he itched his fingers to my waist tugging and pulling each time the deepened. he finally pulled away.
"Phil," I moaned. Phil smiled with mock innocence and giggled.
"you liked that, didn't you, Dan?" he laughed. I couldn't help but snap.
"no, you psyco, get off me!" i hissed. I guess he's a good kisser... but I can't tell him that!. Phil's cold blue eyes moved down to my neck. He smiled evily and dipped the brush into the black, mixing the leftover red, with it.
"Dan, I hope you don't mind me touching your neck a little." Phil reached for my neck, grinning.
"If you touch my neck, Phil, I will-CCKK!" Phil grabbed my neck and nearly broke my wind pipe.
"aw Dan, you know I could never do that to you," Phil sneered. He grabbed the brush and scrawled something onto my collar bone forcefully. "won't our fans be happy now?" Phil smiled down at his work of art.
"what the-" Phil clamped a hand over my mouth and shook his head. "I mean, isn't this what they have always wanted?phan Lowell?"
he pressed his lips against mine and slowly moved down to my neck, my weakest spot; my neck, where phan Lowell was painted on permanently. It was my weakest spot where my body would tingle and my legs grow weak; he racked his fingers through my hair and deepens the kiss. I let out a loud moan.
"so you do like it...then I guess I'll continue." Phil drawled Phil dipped the brush into the red paint and pinned me down with his knees on my shoulders. He scribbled something on to my chest, biting his tongue and grinning. "how about my name first? Dil Hester," Phil giggled.
"hmmm, I guess they don't really care, just as long as we love each other, right Dan?" Phil pulled out the nice he had threatened me with earlier. He slide the blade through my galaxy jumper, tearing it apart.
"Phil, stop it, you're acting stupid" he cupped his hand over my mouth and leaned down to my ear. I tried to drown out the pain of his knees pressed down on my shoulders and the warmth of his breath pressing against my ear, making me shiver with fear. "shh, baby I am marking you as mine, and if you don't obey me...you know what will happen." why was he acting like this? and why was he doing all of it with peej's unwanted paintbrush?
"Phil!" I whinned. "why are you doing this to me?" I struggled to cover mu self up with...or, however I could. "I thought we were friends! friends don't treat each other like this," Phil smiled demonically.
"you're right, Dan. Friends don't treat each other like this." he laughed. "but we do." Phil began to write something on my bare chest. "you love me, Dan, aw, that is so cute." I thought I saw "I love Phil" written on my chest, but I couldn't be sure. "remember when we meet, Dan?" Phil rubbed his nose against mine. "you said that it was the most fun you ever had. Denver out little tackle hug? We are so amazingly adorable together, aren't we Dan?" I flinched as Phil dipped the brush into the black paint with a smirk on his face. "let's cherish that time forever." Phil wrote something down on mu stomach, but I didn't need to see it to know what he was writing. "Phil is not on fire" was written down on mu stomach in permanent paint

to be continued...