An Awkward Realization

Lynne:

When I teased him I saw his face light up so bright red that it matched the colour of his hair. Though the way his expression shifted, his eyes filling with some form of animalistic rage, it caused my stomach to become unsettled. For that brief moment, I really thought he was going to kill me. I felt how dangerous this man really was.

But then I reminded myself that it was just a dream.

If fact, I felt a sort of excitement from it. He was dangerous, giving off every single red flag, the perfect bad boy. The kind of guy my mother would absolutely freak out over if she found out he was my boyfriend. Well, minus the fact that I'm dating a boy instead of a girl. That small fact may be enough to cause her to flip out. Combined the two, either she would have a heart attack or she'd kill me. Maybe she'd somehow manage to do both.

I climbed to my feet and caressed the sword pressed against my throat, running my hand along the blade until it reached him. The only thing going through my head right now was how much I was going to enjoy this dream. How much I wanted that boy infront of me. Once his fist was in my grip, I did something that any gay man would give anything to try at least once... I pinned him against the wall.

Despite our disparity in strength, due to the boy's weakened state I was able to do it pretty easily. I used the hand that I had wrapped around his grip to raise one of his arms above his head, my other hand slamming into the brick building right next to his face. Not gonna lie, that shit stung, but it was worth it for my dramatic fantasy.

Right after, I leaned in for the tender, yet hot, lustful kiss but before my lips could touch his I was overpowered. "What the hell do you think you're doing!?" The boy yelled, pushing me off of the wall with a hard kick to the gut. The pain shot through my body, losing the air in my lungs for a moment.

After I hunched over from the pain the red head lashed his sword out towards me, the sharp, jagged edge slashing my cheek. It wasn't a deep cut, but it was a cold sharp pain that I had never experienced before. "Do not touch me." He yelled, his sword back against my neck. I could feel that the blade was shaking in his grip.

I forze for a moment, feeling the hot, thick blood drip from the gash on my cheek and down my chin. I felt cold, my heart pounding but this time it wasn't an excited rhythm. My heading filled with uncertainty as I stared down the boy in front of me one more time.

That... wasn't supposed to happen in yaoi plots. The uke was supposed to be all 'omg senpai stop!' but in actuality likes what is happening. He never attempts to actually break free, and eventually he starts to realize how hot the seme is which makes him realize he is gay. Then there's a beautiful, touching confession where he gets sweeped off his feet and they go off to the bedroom.

But... I just got kicked...

I tried to think if I was secretly into some sort of freaky BTSM stuff. Maybe my subconscious mind was trying to tell me something... like I had a weird suppressed fetish or something. Maybe I watched too much weird hentai and now my dreams and fantasies were going to be this weird forever.

Or maybe...

In that moment a much more realistic explanation hit me like a ton of bricks...

This was NOT a dream!

My heart dropped, my skin growing cold as my eyes widened in realization. I officially was mortified. That's when all the proof started to flood into me, logic which seemed to have previously been absent from my mind taking over.

The pain I was feeling, it felt too real to be nothing but a lucid dream... and I realized that when people fall they wake up before they hit the ground! I also realized that I can't actually control ANY of what is happening around me.

Then it dawned on me that I was in some sort of strange place, I had no idea how I got here, why I was dropped here or how to get back home... and more importantly I JUST ATTEMPTED TO KISS THIS GUY WHO WAS TRYING TO MUG ME!?

I could feel my face flush, my heart beat quickening. I was in full on panic mode. I remembered all of that embarrassing stuff I said, how this entire time while my life was in REAL danger I was trying to flirt!?

Just my luck too, as soon as I begin having this mental breakdown the guy holding the sword to my neck suddenly passes out. No joke, just starts to crumble. My beautiful, chivalrous, dumbass self then romantically catches him instead of just letting the guy hit the ground like a normal person.

The sword drops to the floor with a CLANG, his deadweight draped in my arms as his head drooped onto my shoulder.

I debated what I should do at first. He was dangerous, he was threatening to hurt me. I should have just left him... but looking at him in my arms, his peacefully asleep face. How he looked so helpless... so cute. My face heated up as I realized his whole body was pressed against mine. It was enough of a euphoric feeling to make me doubt if I was really awake for only a second.

For some reason all of the harsh feelings I had for him trying to mug me dissipated. He was injured, tired, probably starving and poor. I knew if I was in his situation I would do the same. So, I decided to help him.

Little did I know this one decision would change my life forever.