It wasn't uncommon for Yusuke to have dreams where he was fighting, reveling in the thrill of the victory and usually squashing Iwamoto's face into the pavement. Those were the kinds of dreams that made it a good day. But the type of dreams he was starting to have lately had even more gratifying elements to them; even though Yusuke himself didn't admit to it.
There was still fighting, which wasn't the weird part, but usually he was against many opponents who he had fun taking out with his superior moves and strength. But in these strange dreams he was only fighting one person, grappling and wrestling, which was not part of Yusuke's usual style. Yusuke usually jump kicked a thug in the head or knocked the wind out of them with a well placed punch.
But this dream had him in close contact with a very strong, very muscular opponent. And he was actually keeping Yusuke in place for the most part. They were both bruised and bloody, from exchanged hits. Yusuke had to hand it to the faceless guy, he could take a hit. Somehow they always lost their clothes but neither seemed to notice, in fact, neither really cared that they were in a back alley that was open but if anyone decided to take a short cut they'd see them.
Eventually the strikes we're dissipating and the man knelt between his legs so Yusuke couldn't kick him very well and Yusuke's wrists were pinned beside his head, opening up Yusuke's body to this stranger. But the strange and most disturbing part to Yusuke, when he was awake, was the fact that he wasn't disliking the fact he was under someone, in fact, it gave him such a thrill to be pinned down.
And then there was a point where the struggling became grinding and soon thrusting. Yusuke wasn't screaming curses but moaning, even begging for the other person to go harder...
Yusuke always woke up from those dreams in the middle of the night, with flushed skin and there was always an uncomfortable wet spot somewhere. He always wore pants now since his mom sometimes barged in drunk to tell him the most random things with the most chipper voice while she smelled of booze.
Yusuke held his head as he sat in bed, the images from moments ago sticking around longer than he wished them too. He hid his face in his sheets, knowing that the event got more vivid in detail and intensity each time he had it. The man he was with was still faceless and Yusuke hated his own reactions in the dream. He wasn't someone who let himself be overtaken by another man that easily. He thought of 5 different ways immediately at how he could have toppled the guy off of him and gotten away. He didn't understand wanting to be under someone like that, especially when he OBVIOUSLY enjoyed winning and beating assholes to a pulp. And he didn't just BEG for something; It was so below everything he knew. Yusuke was so frustrated with his dreams betraying him like this. Why were they making him see everything he didn't want to be true?
He shucked off his pants and tossed them in a pile, unable to stand the mess that was there in the morning. He tiredly grabbed another pair of boxers, pulled him on and rolled over, determined NOT to have another dream like that.
Ah, it seems Yusuke subconscious is even betraying him.