Still don't own Dan Vs.

But I do own this candle!

*inhales deeply* Ah, cinnamon!

Oh, yeah...WARNING, FOR IN THIS CHAPTER BE YAOI. *maniacally laughs*

MOM: You need help.

ME: HAHAHAHAHA. I know...

Feeling.

That's the only word that registered in Dan's mind.

Feeling.

What exactly was he feeling? Physically, he felt fingers slide from his mid stomach down to his thighs; and soft lips traced around his neck.

The feeling was sensational. But emotionally, he was confused; irritated even. Not that it was a surprise.

Dan's eyes shut slowly, all while releasing a heavy moan. He couldn't help it. All the lust, the contact, the feeling.

Feeling.

"How are you feeling, Dan?" he heard a familiar voice say.

No, it couldn't be!

"YOU!" Dan yelled as he shot up from his bed, panting heavily. His head turned frantically, scanning the room for the impostor. But he was no where in sight.

Confused, Dan looked down at his sheets. Were they...wet?!

Cursing, Dan got out of bed and changed his sheets, but not before he changed his boxers.

But was it all a dream? Dan thought it felt so real. He looked at his dirtied sheets and grumbled. Taking out his list, he wrote wet dreams which was right underneath chopsticks.

You'll get yours, Chinatown...

Dan stomped his way into his living room and was greeted with an unpleasant sight.

"WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!"

"Oh, hello Dan." the impostor greeted, eyes slightly pink from the...earlier incident. "Sleep well?"

Dan suddenly grew pink. "That's none of your business!"

The impostor did nothing but nod. "Okay then. I made some breakfast, by the way."

Dan grumbled and went to his clean table. The sight of seeing his own reflection through it sickened him.

He eyed the plate of bacon, eggs, and ham sitting in front of him. His eyes squinted and he barked, "I CAN'T EAT THIS!"

The impostor gave an amused smile. "And why is that?"

Dan brought the plate over and pointed at it. "You think I'm stupid?! I will not eat this poison!"

The impostor stood up and placed his hand on Dan's shoulder. "I think you're being paranoid."

The slightest touch of the blue-eyed man made Dan shudder. With red-tinted cheeks, Dan backed away and smashed the plate on the floor. "YOU'RE BEING PARANOID! NOT ME!"

The impostor raised a brow slightly with an amused smirk, "Whatever you say, Dan."

Outraged, Dan stormed out and went to his car, which was questionably locked.

"Oh, Dan~!" he heard a voice say. Dan looked up and saw the impostor jingling his keys. "You forgot these!"

The impostor tossed the keys down and smiled. "Tell Chris and Elise I said Hi." And with that, he walked back into the apartment.

Dan sputtered out of frustration. He looked at his keys and wondered, How did he know I was going to Chris's?

Red-faced, Dan dropped down on his knees and yelled, "FEEEELLLLIIINNGGGSSSS!"

Cue dramatic music...

Like it? Hate it? Have a suggestion? Let me know!

BTW, I'm hoping to improve my...ahem...Lemon scenes quite more. If you weren't satisfied with this (you little sicko, you), there will be better ones in later chapters.

*rubs hands together maniacally* Ciao, Angel-Faces!