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Five: Dan's Control

"What," He started, voice coming out aggressive and rough – nothing like the voice he was accustomed to using around people, "the fuck is your problem?" Venom practically dripped from the words, and Dan's eyes flashed in a dangerous kind of amusement.

Dan took a step towards him, his chunky boots making sharp clunking noises on the wooden floor. His lips twisted into a smirk and Phil was so fucking confused-

"Now we're getting somewhere." Dan was virtually purring at him, the sound reverberating in Phil's ears.

Another step closer.

"The real Phil comes out to play."

Dan let the words hang in the air, eyes dancing mischievously.

He knew. He knew the whole time. The only person to ever see through Phil's act, and it had to be this guy. Phil's eyes narrowed even more, eyebrows furrowing in anger. Dan continued, his voice barely more than a throaty whisper,

"I watch you sometimes, you know, ordering your little friends around. It's almost adorable how you control people. They really don't see through you, do they?" Phil glowered at him defiantly,

"Of course they don't." Dan's smirk simply widened.

"Of course they don't..." A playful lilt saturated his sinful voice, and Phil should have found it as erotic as he did, fuck-

"But Phil, look at you." Dan stepped forward again, completely invading Phil's personal space. They weren't touching, but it was so maddeningly close that he had to bite his lip and try to desperately subdue the feint trembles that threatened to shake his body out of arousal. Dan noticed, oh of course he had noticed – his eyes were glittering with amusement. He licked his lips (Phil's gaze followed the pink muscle until it disappeared back behind perfect white teeth) and continued,

"How tiring it must be, keeping up this facade. Yes, you're manipulating everyone for whatever reason it is that you have – I really don't give a fuck – but look at the cost. Keeping tabs on your friends, going out of your way to make them like you and put them under your control. It's like they're controlling you. And you're exhausted."

Phil snarled, baring his teeth, eliciting another filthy smirk from the taller man.

"Oh yeah?" Fuck this giant. Fuck him for making Phil reveal his true self, and fuck him sideways for how good it felt. For how free Phil felt, trapped between Dan and the door – the polished doorknob pressing painfully into his back. "And you're one to talk about exhaustion, aren't you the one fucking half of the third year students at York?"

Dan raised an eyebrow, seemingly not caring at all about the accusation.

"Oh, you noticed?" Phil regarded him incredulously, heart still beating way too fast for his liking. "I'm sure it's been more than half, and I'm in no way limited to third years...or students, for that matter – but who needs details?"

Phil couldn't believe Dan was saying this so casually, as if he was talking about something normal like the weather. And the way Dan had fixed his intense gaze on him; Phil had never felt such a personal connection with a rabbit in the sights of a ravenous wolf.

Dan dragged a cool fingertip up the centre of Phil's chest, his eyes not leaving Phil's for a second – sinful smirk still fixed on his face. An involuntary shudder wracked his body, and Phil's heartbeat suddenly sounded ten thousand times louder in his own ears. What was he doing? Why was he doing this, Phil had nothing to offer him – so what reason could Phil possibly have to-?

As he felt Dan's deft fingers slowly tugging his tie undone, Phil decided that maybe he didn't much care, as his breathing became more and more ragged. Dan let out a deep chuckle, and Phil could almost feel the sound seep through his pores and shake his body. Dan had barely even touched him, this was fucking ridiculous.