Danny was tired of life, he just wished that he had never been born.
The bushy-haired male watched his feet as he shuffled towards the ledge of the small cliff that dropped off into the water. Danny may have been deathly afraid of the ocean, but this was the one and only time he would be brave enough to go into it. This would also be the last.
He filled his lungs with one last breath of air as he leaned over the edge more, letting it out just as he went to drop.
"No, don't-!" A voice called, grabbing his arm but it was too late, the other male that had tried to help lost his balance, also plummeting to the water below.
Dan hit the water first, the force only knocking him out, it wasn't enough to kill him. The other male on the other hand, when he hit the water, he came to life, his legs merging as one, gorgeous, long tail, brighter red than the blood in his veins. He pulled Danny into him, Danny wasn't breathing. A sigh escaped the young merfolk's lips as he placed them to the human's soft ones, pushing air into his lungs and feeling life rush back into him. He pulled the stranger to shore, laying him in the sand and hiding himself beneath the dock, just wanting to make sure he was okay.
Dan awoke nearly an hour later, dazed and confused. His lips tingling and he felt so much more alive than before he hit the water.
He sat up, running his fingers through his damp curls. Am I dead? he thought, observing his surroundings closely. He couldn't be dead, this was in no way Heaven, if anything, this would be Hell. Dan had always hated the ocean, and everything to do with water really. The only thing he didn't hate was showering, he loved it. Baths were a whole other story though.
Dan stood, feeling slightly wobbly on his feet. His head was spinning and he dropped back down to the sand, this was completely impossible, he couldn't be alive right now, he would have died on impact or drowned. Danny felt weird, like something wasn't right. What had happened to that other guy? He wondered. This just wasn't adding up, "Fuck." He whispered to himself, his head reeling as he tried to stand again only to drop back down to the shoreline. Dan's head snapped up as he heard a small gasp from somewhere nearby, "Hello?" He spoke in confusion, god, he felt like he was going insane, "Who's there?" He spoke a second time, still getting no answer.
Dan felt so weird, something was wrong and he knew it, he felt tired and sick. He couldn't help himself, he placed his fingers to his wrist, his pulse was steady and normal. He didn't understand, "Please say something so I know I'm not completely insane." He begged this time.
"H-Hi." Dan heard a small voice, he couldn't tell where it came from, mostly because of how disoriented he was.
"Who are you?" He asked, "and Where are you?" Daniel had convinced himself by that point that this was all a dream.
"I'm, Arin..." The voice spoke up, a bit louder this time, "And uh... That's not important. I have to go now, but I would love to know your name before I do."
"Oh... Uh...? My names Daniel, you can call Me Danny or Dan for short." He replied, not getting an answer back. Danny didn't like this, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. And for some reason, he wished he never jumped.
Arin laid out on the sandy shore, letting the sun dry his damp body. He knew that he could easily dry himself, but he just wanted to lay there. Something felt off about him, his lips tingled and his body felt numb. He barely even talked to that human, Daniel and he couldn't get his mind off of the boy, but why? He didn't understand, this couldn't be, it was impossible.
His damp fingers soon ran across his soft, moist lips. Surges of energy flowing through lips into the tips of his fingers, sending pulses of electricity through his veins. Arin pulled his hand away, shaking slightly. This feeling scared him, it felt so right but so wrong. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and it was suddenly harder to breathe.
Abruptly his tail split from one part to two separate body parts, his legs laying out across the warm, damp sand that was beneath his tail.
He sighed, looking down at his nude body, flushed under the sun. The boy got to his feet and retrieved the clothes hidden behind a rock on the beach. This was fairly normal for him, he had started placing clothes there after having to jog home completely naked at noon, just praying nobody saw him. He ran his fingers through his slightly damp hair, that was always the last to dry. Arin never understood how he could get a drop of water on his skin and his legs would disappear, but his hair could be damp and it was fine. He never really questioned it much though.
After getting his clothes on he made his way down the beach, spotting a mass of curls on the beach, the boy from earlier was sprawled out across the sand, completely unconscious. Arin jogged over to the male he'd saved earlier. Was he dead? Did I not save him? Arin thought to himself as he kneeled down beside the much taller boy.
"Dan?" He nudged the boy slightly, "Hey... You okay?" He spoke awkwardly. Dan was really good looking.
Arin tried a few more times, unable to wake the other male. He sighed, and pulled Danny into his arms, he was surprisingly light for a person as tall as he was. Arin carried the boy to his car, placing him in the passenger seat. Arin drove the two of them to his house, nobody supposed to be home until sometime late that night. Again, Arin picked up the light other, bringing him into the warmth of his house and up to his bedroom.
Arin didn't quite know what to do with him really, he just placed Dan down on his bed, wanting to get him into warmer, dryer clothes but he didn't want to seem like a pervert so he just placed a blanket over the handsome man. Arin sat at his desk, pulling up a video game on it and zoning out into a whole other world.
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