Elick ruffled his hair. “What do you mean, your name is Mallard?” Elick couldn’t believe what was happening, nothing this weird had ever happened. He was overwhelmed with nervousness and felt a burning sickness rise in the pit of his stomach. He feared his parents might walk in at any moment but part of him felt like he wanted them to find out.

Mallard’s pain calmed and he looked back at Elick with a confused look. His eyes were wide, and his plush lips looked as though they were about to speak.

Elick shook his head to rid himself of any weird thoughts. “What is wrong with you man?” Now wasn’t the time to be lewd or get his parents involved. He needed to stay focused and get rid of his strange man, if his parents found out they’d immediately jump to the wrong conclusion. Elick didn’t need their judgmental and scrutinizing commentary, today. “I’m an adult, I can take care of this,” he said.

Mallard shuffled his legs around and tried to stand up. “What’s that?” He reached upward and his legs buckled. He fell on top of Elick with a thud and floundered across the floor. “I—I can’t get up. What’s wrong with me?!” Mallard looked down in a panic and kicked his legs around. “N-no, I can’t get around without my tailfin!”

Fear rocketed through Elick’s body like a rising heat. He grabbed ahold of Mallard and pinned him down. “What is wrong with you? Get ahold of yourself,” Elick said. “What do you mean, ‘tailfin’—you’re a man?!”

Mallard looked up at Elick and winced. It was as if he were going through a severe headache. “I—I can’t remember. All these thoughts filling my head,” Mallard said. “I hear my name being called, over and over. It hurts.”

Elick straddled Mallard’s waist and grabbed his face. He lifted the man’s chin and looked him in the eyes. “Listen, I don’t know how you got here but we’ve got to get you out.” Elick shook his head and sighed. “I’m trying to be civil about this. I don’t know if you’re some sort of creepy homeless guy or perverted that likes to break in homes. Either way, if my parents find you, they’ll call the police.” Elick’s face turned serious, his brows furrowed, and his eyes narrowed.

Mallard blushed. “But I’m your Mr. Fishy. I don’t understand—I wanted to be with you. To help you.” He reached for Elick’s face.

Elick brushed Mallard’s hand away, rolled his eyes, and got up. He kicked his blinds away and flung his window open. “I don’t have time for this, please leave.”

Mallard’s eyes glistened with tears. “But I’m your Mr. Fishy. Who else am I supposed to be?” He flinched and cringed. “Ah—it hurts.” He rubbed his head. “Wh-what am I?”

“You look like a man to me. What else do you need? If you’ve got amnesia or something, I can call an ambulance.”

Mallard shook his head and backed away. “No, I can’t leave you.”

Elick was annoyed. “Come on, not this again. You’re not a fish…” His eyes caught sight of his fish tank and he froze. A cold chill filled his body when he saw the glass broken across his desk. The water had flooded across his computer and onto the floor. He threw himself onto the floor in search of his dear pet. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed this sooner. “Mr. Fishy, where have you gone?” Elick stopped and turned towards Mallard. Clearly, his parents wouldn’t hurt his fish, but could this strange man have hurt him.

“What is it?” Mallard asked.

Elick clenched his jaw and grabbed a piece of glass. “What did you do with my fish?” He felt his blood boil as he approached Mallard. He squeezed a shard of glass in his hand, no one was going to take his dear pet away. “My grandmother gave me that fish before she passed away. I know he was old, but he was better than any friend I’ve ever had.” He wasn’t going to give Mallard a chance to answer and lifted the glass in his hand. Elick yelped in pain and dropped the shard along the hardwood where it shattered. He trembled at the sight of blood trickling down his fingers.

“Elick!” Mallard said. He scooped Elick up and held out his hand. “Are you alright?” Mallard’s legs wobbled and they collapsed onto the bed.

“Hey, let go of me!” Elick tried to shove Mallard away, but he was held in a tight embrace.

Mallard rubbed his face against Elick’s abdomen and looked back at him. “I will take care of it.” He gripped Elick’s hand and firmly placed his fingers along the palm. Blood trickled across their hands when Mallard began licking it clean. With his long-wet tongue, he opened his mouth wide, revealing his fangs.

Elick felt paralyzed with disgust. He didn’t know where this strange man had been or who he was. He couldn’t believe someone would willingly lick the blood off another. It was gross and uncomfortable. However, something strange tingled within Elick when Mallard would look up at him with drool and blood spread across his face. It was sloppy and untamed, something Elick hated but somehow, he wanted more of it.

Mallard seemingly enjoyed licking Elick’s hand, even after it had stopped bleeding. Elick tried to pull away, but Mallard tightened his embrace and gave a smile. The faint blue light from Elick’s computer and the streetlamp glossed Mallard’s face. His crimson eyes and moist lips held a bright sheen.

Elick couldn’t think straight, he knew he had to get away and get this man out. However, it was like all his dreams were coming true. Whether it was a woman or man, finally, he was embraced by someone other than his own thoughts. The fear of his parents finding out only made the moment more intense. “No more,” Elick said. He broke free of Mallard’s grip and smudged the saliva from his lips. This beautiful man laid naked in his bed but what would come after, he had no idea. The realization hit Elick and he fell out of his daze, he had no idea what to do.

Mallard slid up beside Elick and pulled him in close, pressing him against his strong chest. Elick’s eyes went straight for Mallard’s stiff nipple, it was barely a kiss away. One of his fantasy’s was in reach, but he felt too afraid to do anything. “What do we do now?” Mallard asked.

Elick couldn’t find the words to speak. He opened his mouth and hoped something would come out. Mallard rushed in for a kiss, his fang snagging on Elick’s lip. The surprise was like a rush that made his body tingle all over. Then, Mallard came in for another kiss, but Elick found himself wanting more and opened his mouth. Their tongues met in a warm wet embrace, it was clunky and inexperienced as they pushed back and forth. However, Elick felt as if his body had a mind of its own and he wanted to enjoy the moment.

Mallard pulled away and like a suction cup, their mouths made a popping noise. Elick blushed and Mallard stroked the side of his face down to his neck. His smooth warm hand was so gentle it made Elick moan. He gasped and covered his mouth. “Wa-was that me?” His eyes grew wide, and Mallard lifted him up onto his waist.

Elick’s fingertips glossed over Mallard’s chest and abs. His skin was soft, but his muscles were firm. Elick stopped just below the nipple and in a rush, he cupped his hands against Mallard’s pecs. It was a rush of intense pleasure when those firm pecs squished beneath his palms like clay. He fondled Mallard’s nipples between his fingers and licked his lips. There was a ravenous urge building inside him as they stared back at him. Elick wanted to suck on Mallard’s pecs and to his surprise, something hard was grinding against his backside.

Elick felt cheeky and gently rubbed his plush bum against Mallard’s throbbing member. Mallard’s mouth was agape with ecstasy, he looked like he could melt from Elick’s touch. He looked a little funny, as if he were about to drool and it made Elick snicker. Elick tried to cover his mouth and keep up his pseudo seductive façade and let his instinct rule the moment, but Mallard surprised him.

This muscular man had firmly grasped Elick’s bottom and worked his hands around like he was feeling a firm juicy peach. He squeezed and pulled Elick’s bottom and rubbed his member between the cheeks. He bit his lip as if he couldn’t stand waiting any longer. Then, he stopped, to Elick’s surprise and stared back at him. “Uhm, what are we doing? What happens now?”