so gang!phil interrogating rival!dan but phils usual techniques (slapping, hitting, etc.) are just turning dan on, so instead phil just edges him til he gives in 💙
Phil cracked his knuckles, sighing as he pushed open the door to the interrogation room. He was instantly hit with a rank stench, and he flinched, crinkling his eyes in disgust.
Dan Howell sat in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, a gag over his mouth. He didn’t seem to notice Phil entering.
He had a black eye, and a cut on one cheek, so it was clear the boys had had some fun with him when they had caught him. He was still pretty cute though. And despite all this, Dan’s eyes were dry.
“Dan,” he said loudly, and the boy looked up, glaring at him fiercely.
Phil stepped forward, yanking the gag down, and Dan immediately took this opportunity to spit at him.
Phil calmly wiped it away, and Dan laughed. Phil shook his head, fiddling with the straps of the gloves they used to make punches hurt the offender less and the victim more. It was an old intimidation technique, but Dan didn’t flinch.
“You’re a goddamn idiot, Howell.” His voice was low, and he leaned down so he was at Dan’s level, their faces inches away.
“Maybe,” Dan said slowly, staring him down. “Or maybe you just don’t know why I did what I did.”
Phil stepped back, putting his foot on Dan’s chair, his clunky black boot resting between Dan’s legs.
“Unfortunately for you, that’s why I’m here.”
Dan’s subtle smirk grew, and Phil couldn’t help but growl under his breath. He was infuriating.
“Why would that be unfortunate?” Dan’s voice was light; teasing. “You know I adore our little chats.”
Phil was reminded why Dan was used for things like this - he was the best spy imaginable, and when he got caught, he wasn’t easy to crack.
Phil didn’t hesitate to swing at him, slapping him in the face, hard. Dan’s head was thrown to the side, but he came back smiling. He yawned, a strand of messy brown hair falling between his eyes.
“Thanks,” he said, his eyes flashing. “I needed that. I was falling asleep.”
Phil grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him forward roughly and practically strangling him.
“Look Howell,” he hissed, and Dan’s eyes widened slightly. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. And either way, you’re gonna fucking tell me why you were spying on my base, and what you know.”
Dan searched his icy blue eyes, determined not to let his confidence waver.
“I think it’s gonna have to be the hard way,” he said slowly, his eyes narrowing. “Because I’m not telling you shit.”
Phil huffed through his nose, and grabbed a handful of Dan’s hair. He tugged back roughly, and Dan let out a soft whimper, of surprise or pain, Phil couldn’t tell.
Dan’s eyes rolled back in his head, and his exposed throat somehow made Phil want to bite him. Instead he fastened a hand around it, making Dan cry out.
“I could snap your fucking neck,” Phil growled at him. “I could slit your throat. Tell me everything, and it’s all over.”
Dan gagged softly, squirming in his tight grip. “No. Hit me again, fucker.”
Phil obliged, letting go of him just to backhand him. And it looked like it hurt like hell; the impact split Dan’s lip. But Dan fucking moaned.
His eyes glinted with red hot fire, a wild grin melting to his features. “Again,” he breathed, and Phil stared at him.
Dan was a mess; he was visibly shaking, he had a black eye and a lip that was bleeding down his chin. But he was asking for more…? What did it take to break this kid?
Phil glared at the boy, punching him twice in the stomach, and shoving him backwards. The chair toppled backwards, and Dan landed on his arms, his head hitting the ground as well.
He cried out in pain, but there was something else in his tone, a sort of whine, and oh my god, this was turning him on, wasn’t it?
Phil swallowed, moving to stand over Dan, hovering above him. Dan grinned at him cockily, until Phil grabbed his face with a firm grip, and he squeaked.
“You think this is hot, don’t you?” He asked quietly, getting as close to Dan as possible without being tempted to kiss his broken lips. Dan laughed.
“And you don’t?” He smirked. “Having me like this, completely helpless? Ruining my pretty face, fuck, like the worthless piece of shit I am.”
It all clicked in Phil’s mind- why no one could seem to make Dan break. It was impossible to get information from him, simply because he liked the abuse. It made Phil even more pissed.
Phil stood back up, grabbing Dan by the hair and pulling him and the chair back up. Dan whimpered; fire shooting through his head.
“We’re gonna try something a little different,” Phil said calmly, his voice coming out sickly-sweet. Dan shivered.
“Do whatever you want,” he spit, trying to keep his voice from shaking. “I’m not saying anything.”
“Oh really? That’s too bad.” Without warning he leaned forward, his hands placed on either side of Dan’s hips, his breath brushing over the side of Dan’s neck. He ran his hand over Dan’s waistband, and then down to his (obvious at this point) bulge. “Guess you won’t be coming anytime soon, then.”
“Wha-” Dans breath caught and the words got stuck in his throat as Phil ran his fingertips over his hard on, certainly not making it better. “What d-do you mean?” He choked out.
Phil ignored him, pushing his hand into Dan’s pants, under his boxers, and ran his thumb over Dan’s tip.
Dan whined rather loudly, squirming on the chair, but the ropes made it so it was nearly impossible for him to move.
“Phil,” he breathed, trying to shift his hips away. “What are you d-doing…?”
Phil grinned maliciously. Finally, he had found something that would actually affect Dan. And he was going to have some fun with it.
“Mmh, just giving my whore what he wants,” he breathed in Dan’s ear, and Dan couldn’t help but moan.
Phil moved his hand, wrapping his fingers around Dan’s length. He watched Dan bite down on his bottom lip as Phil moved his hand, slowly teasing him, his thumb brushing over Dan’s slit occasionally.
Soon enough Dan was a whimpering mess, and he seemed to have given up any integrity he may have had left. His head fell back on the chair, his eyes closed, and he was attempting to rut against Phil’s hand while letting out an endless stream of high pitched moans. Phil had to be honest, it was sexy as hell.
Phil could tell Dan was getting close by the increase in pitch of his noises, and the way his hips stuttered. His cock was leaking precum, which made it easier for Phil to slide his hand up and down Dan’s shaft.
“Now,” he said softly, sweetly, even, slowing down his movements to a near halt. “Are you gonna tell me what you were doing outside the base, slut?”
Dan whined, his eyes opening, and he licked his lips.
“Answer the question.”
Phil stopped his movements all together, holding his hand at the base of Dan’s dick so he couldn’t cum even if he was able to.
Dan searched his face, chewing on the inside of his cheek before muttering, “no.”
At that Phil just smiled meanly, biting down on Dan’s throat and sucking hard, leaving a dark bruise in its place.
“That’s okay.” He laughed, and Dan looked almost scared. “We’ve got time.”
That began the next unbearable moments for Dan, with Phil scratching bright red marks down his thighs and occasionally leaving hickeys all over his neck and jaw.
And here’s the thing; Dan did not want to beg. He hated begging. Begging was admitting your defeat, and that was something Dan simply couldn’t do. But right then, Dan was probably closer to breaking down than he had been in his entire life.
He wanted to cum, he had been so close, and when Phil had stopped-
It was worse than any physical pain he could inflict.
When Phil started moving his hand again, Dan almost cried. He started slow again, gradually speeding up, stopping occasionally to flick his wrist around Dan’s head.
“Mmph, fuck,” Dan whined, his head falling back, beginning to lose his mind again. “Ph-Phil, please make me cum, please.”
“You wanna cum?” Phil growled softly, speeding up even more, and Dan practically screamed.
“Yes-! F-Fuck, n-need to…!”
Phil smirked, watching Dan’s face and admiring how he fell apart just from some pain and a hand around his cock. He was gorgeous, his face all roughed up and his hair falling in his eyes, sticking from sweat. Phil wanted to fuck his brains out, but then wasn’t really the time.
“Too bad,” he said finally, stopping again right when Dan was the closest possible.
Dan let out an incredulous noise, groaning, his hips bucking into nothing, desperate for friction.
“Fuck you,” he said breathlessly, his voice breaking. “Fuck you, Phil Lester. Let me cum.”
“Tell me what I need to know, sweetheart.” He dipped two fingers under Dan’s chin, bringing his face up. “Or, trust me, I could do this all day.”
Dan shook his head.
Twenty minutes later, and Dan was visibly shaking again. Tears streamed down his face, and he didn’t even remember when they had started. His hips constantly twitched, and he had to gasp for breath.
“Please.” His voice was soft and broken and desperate and sleepy; goddamn beautiful. “Please, Phil, I need it, I-”
“Aw.” Phil stuck out his lower lip, mocking him. “Poor baby. Poor desperate little whore, do you need to cum, my love?”
Dan shuddered, nodding frantically, not even above falling for Phil’s teasing.
Phil slapped him, the noice echoing through the room, and Dan moaned.
“Then tell me what I fucking need to know, Dan. It’s that simple,” he hissed through his teeth.
Dan whimpered, sleepily shaking his head. But then Phil’s mouth was on his dick, his jeans shoved down, and god, he had been close for an hour now. He just needed it so bad.
His eyes rolled back in his head, and he squeezed them shut.
Phil had been edging him for so goddamn long, he was going crazy. He was so weak, and every second that Phil touched him, he got closer. The very edge, and Phil’s hot, wet mouth was closed around him, humming, and fuck he was going to cum. It was right there, and then…
Phil pulled off with a pop, glaring at him. Dan could scream. And then he lost it.
“Phil, f-fuck, your mouth is so good, please-” he choked on the words, the emotion and need getting caught in his throat, and there were tears on his cheeks again. “Please, need to cum, please let me, p-please-” he hiccuped, shaking his head desperately. “Please, no more. N-No more, I’ll tell you!”
Phil smiled, drawing his thumb down Dan’s cheek.
“Mmh, good boy,” he hummed, and Dan soaked up the praise, nuzzling against Phil’s hand like a kitten. He didn’t care anymore. “That’s all I wanted. Tell me everything, and then you can cum.”
Dan nodded frantically, sniffing, the words spilling from his mouth like a waterfall. How he had been sent to scope out the new recruits, how his gang had been planning to kidnap one of the new kids, hold him hostage. Even how they had anticipated that Dan would get caught, and how he would try and get information on the inside as well.
At the end Dan broke down, a sob catching in his throat, still so fucking hard, his dick still leaking and straining to reach his stomach.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Phil said sweetly, fastening his hand around Dan’s cock for the thousandth time.
Dan sucked in a sharp breath, his head lolling backwards, whimpering softly.
Phil got him off in a matter of moments, and Dan moaned loudly and high pitched as he spilled over Phil’s hand and his stomach.
Phil untied him, seeing as he was practically passed out, and Dan slumped to the ground.
He stood over him, looking over the exhausted, broken boy laying on the ground beneath him, breathing heavily. What a gorgeous mess.
He leaned over, kneeling next to him and lifting his head up by his hair. Dan didn’t even react, except for glancing at him sleepily.
“Needless to say, you can’t go back to your gang,” Phil said calmly.
“You gonna kill me?” Dan asked, more like a statement, as if he didn’t even care what the answer was.
“No…” Phil hummed, letting Dan lay back down and running his fingers through his tangled hair. “I was thinking you’d stay here. With me.”
Dan made a noise of acknowledgment, licking his ripped up lips.
“If it means we can do that again, then I’m down.”