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Rush

They say when you see your soulmate, you just feel it in your gut, or you'll just know because you feel special, and protective over them, but sometimes you felt something else, even pain.

The first time Dan and Phil met, Dan felt a spark in his gut, and he ignored it, and when he was without Phil, he thought he world was ending; he needed to be around the elder most of the time or he would feel sick until Phil was near him again, and Dan hated it.
He thought Phil was sick too because he'd come up green faced, and Dan grew worried, but the elder assured he was okay.

After a year of feeling weird emotions, and odd illnesses, Phil felt like he only would be fine if Dan was within range of him; he worried over Dan, constantly calling or texting the younger, checking on him. Then one day, he asked Dan to move in with him, but it only came out as a demand, and Dan agreed with him, and within a week, Dan was completely moved in.
Phil was making breakfast one morning, and he saw Dan walk in, looking sickly; defensive mode kicked in, and Phil was ushering Dan into the living room, and onto the couch. He frowned as Dan let out a pained whimper, and curled up on the couch into a small ball, hugging his stomach like he had been kicked there multiple times.

"Phil..." Dan whimpered. He felt short of breath, and he craved for Phil's touch or something! He felt weak, and like he was legit dying.

"What happened?" Phil asked, kneeling to brush the bangs out of Dan's eyes, but they were squeezed shut anyway in pain. "Dan?"

"I feel like I'm burning on the inside out!" Dan wailed.

Phil wanted to say, "Well, that's impossible since you're Danisnotonfire!" but seeing his friend in such pain made him keep his mouth shut. So he pressed his hand to Dan's forehead, feeling for a fever, but only felt a clammy temperature. He did take note that Dan's whimpers reduced some, and blurry dark brown hues stares longingly at him, and he heard a desperate please leave Dan's trembling lips. Phil felt heat shoot straight to his gut, and he swallowed heavily. "What do you need?"

"You," Came the pained whimper.

And Phil was eager to fulfill Dan's plea.

It was the next morning, and Phil woke first. The first morning rays of the new light filtered through the cracks of the closed blinds, and Phil looked down when he felt shifting in his arms; Dan's sleeping face snuggled into Phil's bare chest that was littered with bite marks, and some nail marks bedded in his pale skin, but Phil didn't mind, he loved the dull feeling of Dan's love marks in his skin. He'd be glad to love Dan down the next time the younger collapsed from lust or whatever it was because Phil just felt pure affection for the younger. He never knew what it was after that, he just felt a rush every time he caught Dan's gaze, or held him, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He was sure Dan felt the same because with every lingering kiss he got, Dan would shiver, and pull him closer. This rush felt nice, and painful, but Phil nor Dan would have it any other way.