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.
I stood to my feet and caressed the sword pressed against my throat, running my hand along the blade until it reached him. 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.
That… isn’t supposed to happen in yaoi plots. The uke was supposed to be all ‘omg senpai stop!’ but in actuality likes what is happening which makes him realize he is gay, and then 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 rape-play, BTMS freaky stuff. Maybe my subconscious mind was trying to tell me something… maybe I watched too much weird hentai and now my dreams and fantasies were going to be this weird forever. However, through all that a much more realistic explanation hit me like a ton of bricks...
This was NOT a dream!
My heart dropped and I officially was mortified. 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 fantasy land, I had no idea how I got here, why I was dropped here or how to get back home… and more importantly I BASICALLY SEXUALLY ASSAULTED 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 drops dead. 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 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.

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