Dwight Hendrickson dreaded going to sleep at night. Before a few weeks ago and his fight with Duke, the fear came from reliving the death of his daughter over and over again. With the troubles returning, the nightmares had too. Now all he could think about was the fight he had with Duke. Though the physical altercation had been brief, Dwight couldn't get out of his head. Their brief alliance afterward had ended with Dwight betraying Duke and Duke getting a surge of power and throwing him off his boat literally.
Since then, Duke was supposedly the enemy; the slayer of the troubled. Yet, each time Dwight closed his eyes at night, all he could think of is what would have happened had he not tried to steal that damn box and kept his alliance with Duke. He also couldn't help but feel sorry for Duke. Since that day on the boat, Duke had learned about his own trouble. Since the day, Dwight had observed Duke's reaction when he came in contact with troubled blood and the metamorphosis occurred, Dwight had noticed how it freaked the slightly younger man out.
'He doesn't want his trouble any more than the rest of us want ours,' Dwight had surmised. Even so, that wasn't a reason for dreaming about the brunette night after night. It didn't explain why in his dreams, that fight turned into something much more physical and pleasurable.
'You've been alone way too long if Duke Crocker is all you can think about,' Dwight thought.
The blond lay in his bed restless, trying to think of anybody but Duke. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine Audrey Parker, but something about that didn't feel right. It felt like kissing your sister. Dwight felt protective of Audrey despite her connection to the troubles. He tried to focus on Nathan. After all, Nathan was the former chief's son and a real ally. It would make sense that he felt some attraction to Nathan. But short brunette hair metamorphosed to wavy messy hair. The clean shaven chiseled features of Nathan transformed to the goateed elongated chin of Duke. The slim neat body of Nathan became the tanned toned body of his nemesis. Then the dream would begin. The fighting and wrestling turned to urgent presses against each other. Dwight would pin Duke's hands over his head with one hand and kiss silent the wisecracking mouth. He'd wake up on the verge of an orgasm and jerk off angry that Duke had invaded his dreams again.
Stumbling to his bathroom to clean himself up, Dwight stared at himself in the mirror and wondered if there was a chance in hell that somehow Duke Crocker was having as bad a night as he was having thinking about him.