just a little warning: NSFW content in this chapter lol

Phil did some tidying and even though he had told Dan it wasn't necessary, he got up to help.

He had managed to convince himself that everything was okay. For now, at least.

"Hey, you know what?"

"Hmm?"

"I'll put some music on for a bit."

Phil crossed back over to the front of the entertainment center, and opened one of the cabinets, revealing a collection of CDs.

He considered for a moment, picked one out, and put it into the Xbox.

Soon, music spilled from the television and into the house. Phil looked up at Dan, who was grinning.

"It's Muse," Phil told him.

"I like it," he said.

"Yeah, they're brilliant."

They began to clean, and Dan would occasionally ask where something belonged, talking over the music. Phil put the scattered tea light candles into a kitchen drawer. He knew Chris would tease him relentlessly as if he had them out that night to be romantic.

Far away

This ship has taken me far away

Phil was cleaning the kitchen while Dan sorted out the gaming system.

He glanced over at Phil, considering, and then walked over to the kitchen.

"Dan," he sensed Dan behind him before he slipped his arms around his waist.

Dan put his arms over Phil's and turned him about, grabbing his hands and lacing their fingers together.

Phil looked at him, suppressing an awkward smile. He asked slowly, "What are you doing?"

Dan began to sway with a slight bounce, grinning at Phil.

"Dan, this isn't the right song to dance to."

"You can dance to anything, c'mon."

"This is really silly." Phil began to sway as well, but couldn't wipe the goofy grin off of his face.

"Everything is." Dan smiled back, released one of his hands and put the other at Phil's waist, increasing their movements and pulling them closer together. It was bordering on sensual, the way they were pressed together, but it was simultaneously incredibly cute and childish. Phil's hands rested on Dan's shoulders.

"You're so cheesy," he muttered, but allowed Dan to continue to move his body.

Dan leaned in and said close to ear, "You love it."

"Not particularly. But I love you."

They had stopped moving at this point and Dan pressed a kiss to Phil's cheek.

"I should finish the kitchen," Phil said quietly, his mind slowly becoming foggy.

In his mind, it felt almost like a television picking up static was on mute.

With his index finger, Dan tipped Phil's head back.

"Dan," he complained.

"Kitchen can wait," a hand cupped Phil's neck, thumb stroking the curve of his jaw.

He could hardly breathe. Dan was close. Too close. His hot blood surged through him and the sensation was wild.

Dan gazed at Phil so heavily he swore he could feel it. He shut his eyes so he didn't have to feel the weight of his gaze, but then he felt the weight of Dan's lips on his own.

A small noise escaped the back of his throat, because damn if feeling Dan's lips and body pressed against his wasn't driving him crazy.

Phil pulled back, taking a deep breath. He was sure he was about to pass out, but he could hardly refill his lungs before Dan's mouth was on his again, pressing hard, and moving demandingly.

He realized he was pressed against the counter. He slipped his hands into Dan's hair at the back of his neck, tugging lightly, trying to take back some control of the kiss.

Not that he ever had control.

He tore his mouth away from Dan's, still tugging lightly at his hair, making Dan tilt his head back. But Phil let his lips trail from Dan's, to his jaw, and to his neck where he began to suck and nip.

"Phil, holy shit." Dan panted, a hand gripping Phil's shirt tightly, almost as if he needed to keep himself grounded.

He found his weakness.

He smiled through his love bites, earning soft noises from Dan. He found a certain spot which elicited a louder noise from Dan as he began to suck more earnestly.

"Phil!" The tone of his voice alarmed Phil and he pulled back instantly.

He realized that vibrations were running through Dan's body, his eyes shut and his lips parted as he breathed heavily.

"Are you okay?"

Dan gulped and tilted his head back down to look at Phil. Phil could have sworn that there was a light in Dan's eyes that wasn't there before.

He nodded to Phil, and blinked. The glow in his warm brown eyes was gone.

"You almost made me lose my shit, Phil." He still held onto him securely.

He chuckled in response, putting a hand over his mouth, while the other moved from the back of Dan's neck to his shoulder.

"Phil," Dan nearly whined, grimacing, but he began to loosen his grip on Phil.

"Sorry," he said quietly, trying to reign in his giggles as he adjusted his glasses that had nearly gone askew a few moments before. "You were asking for it, though."

Dan grinned then, and said, "I kind of was, wasn't I?"

Phil gave Dan an innocent peck. "Let's finish tidying things, okay?"

Dan hummed, and released Phil completely, returning to the living room to sort out all of the games.

The both of them honestly knew that the entire living room would be a clutter again in a few hours, but didn't voice it.

"They're gonna be here soon," Phil said as he leaned over the couch, now done with the kitchen. The CD that was playing had ended.

Dan stacked the last few game cases, and looked up at Phil.

"Cool," he said to him.

Dan watched his expression carefully from where knelt on the floor.

Everything was okay, he reminded himself with a deep breath. He had to remind himself, in order to keep his own nerves settled, because being companions; they were incredibly sensitive to each other.

He smiled at Phil, who grinned back.

Dan averted his eyes, as he recognized the sound of Chris' car engine and the turn of the tires.

"Speak of the devil," he chuckled, and he nodded towards the door.

He could hear Chris pulling into the driveway.

Phil righted himself, and approached the foyer to pull the heavy door open. Dan stood and followed, lingering on the porch with Phil.

Sure enough, Chris and another man were climbing out of his car.

"Hey, guys," Phil waved cheerfully.

Dan's eyes rested on the curly haired companion of Chris'. This must have been PJ.

PJ sensed Dan's scrutiny and looked up, eyebrows furrowed. They locked eyes, Dan's wolf brown met PJ's coyote blue eyes.

PJ continued following Chris up to the porch, hardly paying any attention as Chris was greeted by Phil.

Dan watched him steadily, knowing, and PJ looked back in confusion.

Dan stood tall, looking down at PJ carefully. He could see passed the two-legged form. PJ knew that if Dan had been on his four paws, his hair would have stood on end, his legs strong and rigid and head hung low, protecting his mate.

Rightfully so, PJ thought. It was his and Phil's territory, after all.

He slipped his hands into his pockets, dropping his gaze and then glanced back up to Phil.

He never noticed before, but Phil definitely had the vibrancy of someone who'd met their companion.

Phil must know that Dan was his companion, PJ thought. He could see in the way that he glanced over to the two of them, eyes flicking between them with slight alarm.

And if Chris knew he would have said something, right? No, he most likely doesn't know.

Phil must then also know what PJ was, having met his own companion already.

He looked at Phil, searching his eyes as he stood on the porch. He smiled infectiously at PJ, and he grinned back.

However, he looked at Dan with hesitance, smile faltering.

Dan let a soft smile pull at one side of his mouth as his eyes grew warm, and PJ picked up on the nearly imperceptible nod.

Chris was completely oblivious as he complimented Dan's hair cut and stepped inside with a pat on the back from Phil.

Phil let PJ step inside as well and then turned to follow.

Dan quickly scanned the road and the clearing of tall grass across the way, found nothing out of the ordinary, and then quickly trailed after the other three men into the house after shutting the door securely.

"Dan, is that a hickey?" Chris suddenly asked loudly as the four of them sat in various places in Phil's living room.

"What?" Dan blanched.

"A hickey, right there. Below your ear?"

"Er, well… I mean…," He rubbed the back of his neck, and ran a finger over the spot Phil had sucked on so earnestly earlier that day. Heat flooded his neck and cheeks.

Chris let out a great laugh. "Well, we know whose been having hot make-out sessions."

PJ grinned slyly, looking between Dan and Phil.

"Chris," Phil sighed, shaking his head. "You have no tact whatsoever." He stood from the floor where he had been setting up his Xbox and putting a game in to play.

"Besides," he added with a smirk. "You're probably jealous that Dan's getting a bit of action and you're not."

Both PJ and Chris were shocked by Phil's words. Chris nearly choked on his saliva and Dan howled with belly-rolling laughter.

"Does Chris know?" Dan asked as he approached PJ who was collecting paper plates out of the cupboard.

He was meant to be collecting sodas for everyone as well, but curiosity was getting the better of him.

PJ whirled about, wide-eyed, and he surveyed Dan's expression. Dan only smiled understandingly at him, and PJ visibly relaxed.

"About?" PJ tried to get more information out of him.

Dan had the advantage in height here, so it would seem as if he had the power, but it had shifted at this point, and settled just between them.

What Dan felt was much different than what he had experienced when he had gone back to his old home. PJ was safe. He had a warm, humble energy. If anything, Dan had given off of the foreboding sense that day.

"You're the coyote," Dan smirked, tipping his head down.

"So Chris told you and Phil about that, did he?"

Dan hummed. "He did. But I doubt that Chris knows exactly what I am to Phil. Unless he's caught on by now."

"I'm not sure he has," PJ peered over at Chris. "But he knows what I am. He'll catch on soon enough."

"I can see the wolf in your eyes," PJ remarked as his gaze returned to Dan.

"Then you have excellent sight," Dan quipped as he turned away to get the cans of soda out of the fridge, holding two in each hand

As fellow companions, PJ and Dan were incredibly sensitive to each other, nearly as well as one was with a mate. So naturally, he could feel the waves of anxiety radiating off of Dan.

He lowered his voice even further and asked, "I'm not quite as oblivious as Chris. Is something up?"

When Dan began to speak he restlessly shifted the cans in his hands. "That's actually why I want to apologize. And explain why I probably seemed a bit standoffish and unfriendly earlier."

PJ just raised his eyebrows in expectation, waiting for Dan to continue.

"There's this small little house deep in the woods where I lived. And recently I had gone back for a few things. Someone had been there, and nothing felt right. Phil knew immediately that something was up, so I've had to keep the anxiety at bay. I could be wrong, and that whoever or whatever was there was completely innocent, but it just didn't feel right."

PJ hummed in understanding. "I'll stay on alert then, mate."

"Okay, but don't let it on to those two." Dan nodded over to the couch where Chris and Phil were so engrossed in their Mario Kart race it was almost as if PJ and Dan were in another world for a few moments.

"No, I was about to win!" Chris exclaimed in disappointment. "Why'd you go and throw that red shell?"

Phil chuckled lowly. "It's what you get for that damn blue shell."

"You're an ass."

"Whatever, I'm hungry."

Chris and Phil looked over the back of the couch, sensing that they were being watched.

"Oi! You've got those plates or what?" Chris said with a smile.

Dan grinned and chuckled, taking their sodas to the table and PJ followed.

Two pizzas were stacked on the table, having arrived just a few minutes before. Phil and Chris had been in the middle of a race so Dan took the pizzas and gave their delivery man the cash.

"Come and get them," PJ bantered, earning a raised brow from Chris as he and Phil stood from the couch.

"Yeah, with those sodas there's no way we're sitting on the couch. I don't want to risk a spill." Phil reasoned.

Dan watched it grow dark as they ate. In the span of twenty minutes the light burned down and the sky blackened.

It had been a gloomy, grey day, and not too surprisingly, it began to rain as they ate.

Dan had always loved it when it rained. He listened as the water pounded Phil's roof harder and it wasn't long before lightning flashed and thunder rolled.

His eyes lit up, Phil noticed.

When Dan had emptied his plate and cleared his place of his mess, he went into Phil's room, leaving the door ajar and gazed out the bedroom window in wonder.

He was so entranced for a few moments that he hadn't realized Phil had approached him from behind, until he picked up the sound of his soft breathing close to him and put a hand at his back.

"Hey," Phil said quietly.

Another flash of lightning struck and the thunder that followed was immediate and shockingly loud.

"It's brilliant," Dan said, mouth half-open, eyes lit up like a child.

"You're something else," Phil told him, but he agreed. Nature always was so impressive and majestic.

"C'mon?" It sounded a bit more like a question, as he took Dan's hand.

Dan let Phil tug him along back to the living room where he joined a few more races of Mario Kart.

The night grew older and impossibly darker.

The rain had let up a bit and around nine o'clock, Chris and PJ decided to be on their way.

Dan and Phil walked them both to the door.

"Have a nice night," Phil waved cheerfully.

"And stay safe, guys," Dan smiled, but he met PJ's eye and he nodded back in understanding.

They climbed into Chris' car and as they began to pull out of the driveway Phil shut the door, and with a not too surprised smile he said, "Well, we should clean everything up. It'd be a bad idea to put it off."

"You work in the morning, don't you?"

Phil hummed in confirmation as he tidied things up real quickly. The living room really was in a clutter, but at least there hadn't been any spills or pizza with carpet lint.

"Yes, I do."

Dan helped tidy things up and threw out some trash from the dining table and put away the leftover pizza.

With everything cleared up they began to settle for the night. Phil took a shower and changed while Dan watched an episode of Doctor Who. The younger of the two showered as well, and when he had changed he joined Phil amongst the pillows and blankets.

"Phil?" Dan said quietly, turning his head to look at him. He wasn't quite sleepy yet and it was still a bit early.

"Hm?" Phil asked, blue eyes shining in the darkness.

"I… Can I try something?"

"Erm, what do you mean?" Hesitance filled his voice.

"I want to… I mean… is there something I can do… to make you feel good?"

"Dan?" Phil was taken aback.

"Oh god, I'm sorry. Forget I said it." Dan turned away, rolling onto his own side, and facing away from those too-kind, multi-colored eyes.

"Dan," Phil reached out and scooted up close to Dan, wrapping an arm around his waist. Not expecting the touch, he flinched, but quickly settled.

"You don't have to do anything like that. I feel good just by being around you."

"I do too. But...," Dan rolled over to look at Phil, despite the blush that warmed his cheeks. "There's something about us, companions, I mean, that makes us want to be sort of a pleasure giver for their mate… I mean, obviously in conventional relationships people want to make each other feel good, but most of the time one of them ends up unsatisfied. Or am I wrong about that and have learned wrong from my family?"

"No, that's pretty accurate I'd say. I just… don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with." Phil's voice lowered as he added, "I really want to be able to make you feel good, without you losing your shit."

Dan chuckled, but his face grew even warmer. "Er, sorry about that."

Phil shifted a bit closer and with a soft chuckle, he said, "Don't worry about it."

He pressed a kiss to Dan's hot face, and smiled.

"I, er, I've getting better about controlling myself when we've made out though." Dan blurted and his face went up in flames.

"Oh god," he turned away from Phil, whose grip tightened around his waist. "I really need to mind my tongue better though, apparently."

Phil laughed, the sound filling Dan's ears like music.

"What are you suggesting, Dan?" The feeling of his breathe on his neck, the sound of Phil's deep voice was suddenly causing Dan's body to react.

"I-, nothing." He tried to slip out of Phil's grip.

"No wait," Phil said, gentleness returning to his voice. "I want to know."

Dan was suddenly painfully aware of the hand that was resting against his lower stomach.

"Phil," he complained, drawing out the name, fists clenched.

He felt Phil's lips at his neck and his breath grew shallow. Despite the urge to move away, he tilted his head, allowing Phil a better angle.

"You're gonna leave marks on me again," he whined.

Phil ignored the complaint. "Do you want me to make you feel good?"

Dan groaned out his name again.

"Dan," he teased in response.

"Phil, please. You're driving me crazy."

"What do you want?"

"Please, I want you to touch me, Phil." It sounded as if he were going to cry, and Phil surveyed his face carefully.

He slid a hand further down, and Dan put a hand over his, feeling a lurch in his groin and he rolled onto his back.

"Go slowly, please," Dan warned, but Phil swallowed the words in a kiss and he pulled back a moment later.

With his hand still beneath Dan's, Phil let his fingers slip beneath the waist band of his flannel pants, but not into his boxers. Not yet, anyway.

Phil palmed Dan's hardness, earning a hip roll and a sigh.

Dan's own hand left Phil's and held onto the bed sheet beneath him.

"If it's too much, tell me."

Dan gulped, eyes fluttering and he shook his head.

Phil massaged his erection, a slight smile on his face as he watched the way Dan's body moved.

"Oh," Dan let out a breathy moan. "Don't stop."

He continued doing this for a few moments, and he rolled over, nudging Dan's legs open so that he could settle between them.

In surprise, Dan looked down, slightly wide eyed and licked his lips feverishly.

Phil looked up, seeking permission from Dan, but he only let his head fall back on the pillow and shut his eyes.

So Phil reached up and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Dan's flannel pants and boxers and tugged them down slowly.

Dan's heart pounded wildly in his chest, his entire body pulsing with the rush of his blood, and Phil was hardly touching him yet.

He let out an uneven breath when he felt Phil's mouth on his pelvic bones and a hand closing around the base of his dick.

His mouth dropped open when Phil's hot, wet mouth wrapped around him and began to move.

Phil's name fell brokenly from his lips and he cursed.

Dan's responsive noises and movements were driving Phil so mad with arousal that his hips were beginning to shift forward as he was trying to find some friction for himself.

He pulled away for a breath and Dan looked down at him, eyes hooded and dark.

"Seeing you like this is driving me crazy," he breathed and Dan let his head fall back onto the pillow once more, heaving a breath.

Dan's body undulated as Phil pumped his erection, spreading his pre-cum. When Phil's mouth was on him again, he reached down, fingertips slipping into his hair like it was an anchor as his hips lifted into the sensation.

"Phil, oh fuck. Phil," he cried, his hand gripping Phil's hair tighter and fuck if Phil wasn't turned on by it.

"Don't stop. I'm almost there," he whined as he continued to thrust upward into Phil's mouth with abandon.

Phil reached down and palmed himself through his thin pajama pants and boxers, and he realized his own pre-cum had leaked from him. As he stroked himself through the material he moaned around Dan.

"Phil," his eyes shot open and he looked down, taking in the image of Phil's plump, pink lips around him as he massaged himself. Phil released him from his mouth as he threw his head back, mouth falling open and crying out coarsely when his come began to spill out of him. Pleasure wracked his body while Phil continued to pump him and let him ride out the orgasm.

Dan began to recover and watched in wonder as Phil was grinding his hips into his own hand and crying out.

His name escaped Dan's lips again.

Phil panted roughly, shamelessly finishing inside his pants. Despite how spent he was, he crawled up to kiss Dan hard on the mouth, letting him taste himself.

When Phil pulled back and held himself up by his shaking arms, he realized that Dan was emitting that brilliant glow. He could feel the warmth from it, as if it were a small fire.

"Dan?"

Dan blinked, lifting his heavy lids and looked at the hand that was holding onto Phil's shoulder.

He smiled and Phil looked at him in concern. "Are you-," he stopped when Dan spoke.

"No," he said. "Look."

Where Dan was touching Phil, the glow began to spread. The warm buzz flooded Phil's body and soon the both of them were glowing and lighting up the room like a torch.

It felt warm, and safe. Like a fuzzy blanket was around them, but infinitely better.

In awe, Phil laughed.

"Did you know this would happen?"

"No," Dan shook his head, with a slight smile. "I mean, I'd heard about this happening. I didn't think it actually could happen, though. I didn't believe it."

"It's brilliant," Phil looked down at his own hands as they pressed into the mattress at either side of Dan's chest. "How long will it be like this?"

"I don't know. Maybe a few minutes."

"It's beautiful."

Dan hummed and the hand that was at Phil's shoulder slid up to his neck so he could bring him down to kiss him.

As they kissed the glow brightened, burning against their eyelids. When they opened their eyes again the light became immensely bright and darkened quickly.

Phil frowned, but was still completely amazed and blissful. They floated back down to earth, their breathing evening out.

"I'm sorry," Dan said, tempted to wipe away his own come from Phil's neck and collar bones. "I've made a mess of you."

"Don't worry about it. I've kind of made a mess of myself anyways."

"Fuck. That was incredible, Phil. You've no idea."

"Seeing how good I made you feel was such a turn on, Dan. I loved sucking you off. But I'll be right back, okay?"

Dan hummed and Phil got up from the bed. He instantly felt colder.

He pulled his own pants back up and around his waist. His legs felt numb and he was so sensitive that the cloth nearly burned.

Phil returned to the room naked, but had cleaned himself up. He got a new pair of pajamas out of his drawers to put on and he crawled back into bed with Dan.

He settled, curled up to Dan's side. Their breathing was slow and even.

Dan felt completely blissful.

"To be honest," Phil began to speak a few minutes later. "I'm kind of embarrassed that I came in my pants."

"Phil, that was hot." Dan argued.

"Erm, okay...," he laughed awkwardly.

"No, I mean it." Dan turned onto his side, facing Phil with his hands clasped beneath his head. "Everything about that was… freaking amazing." He smiled at Phil. "I'm surprised I held my shit together."

"I was kind of worried about that." Phil admitted. "You, er, you got really into it."

Dan chuckled, his eyes twinkling in the darkness. "So did you."

Phil's face grew warm at Dan's comment, but let out a small laugh. "I did."

"I love you, Phil." Dan said, his voice softening.

"I love you too, Dan."

They looked back at each other for a moment and smiled, but then shifted around to their most comfortable sleeping positions.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

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