He smelled like vanilla and Dan Humphrey had a weakness for that scent. It brought back memories of waffles glazed with vanilla syrup. But, standing in the rain with his arms wrapped around Chuck Bass brought those memories fludding back. Dan ran his tongue along the edges of Chucks mouth. So sweet, so luscious, so sweet. Chucks floppy hair covered his face as the rain came pouring down. They looked into his own and he felt like he finally understood, like his entire life was leading up to this moment. “Come with me,” Chuck implored. Dan followed knowing that he’d follow him to the depths of hell.