Prompt: 93. Thrasher
Character(s): Scott
Word Count: 208
Rating: M
Warning(s): mattress humping, language
The dreams are the worst part of the transition from normal teenage boy to animal. Everything's amplified and he dreams in vivid technicolor, everything is sharp and sensual in a way that he never thought dreams could be.
The way the moon's changes reflect in the way his sleeping mind weaves thoughts and secrets and fantasies together on the other side of his eyelids.
Each night, in a progression he's getting used to, things become faster, angrier, wilder, more perverse and more depraved. Less teenage boy and more beastly predator.
He breaks things in his sleep that are within reach, he traps himself in his sheets, wrestles himself from the fabric grasp of bedding and boxers and tries desperately to rut the mattress underneath his hips.
It's been too many times that he wakes up with a wince and a groan to find that he's rubbed his cock near raw from his one sided mattress frotting.
It's been too many times that he wakes up because he's clawed himself and has watched his skin knit itself back together, the deep furrows in ruined tissue mending and filling themselves.
It's been too many times that he wakes up and finds himself in a place other than his own bed.