No Strings Attatched

John smiled softly, resting his head on Dalton's. "Thank you." He chuckled softly. "So how old are you?" He asked.

Dalton bit his lip. "Seventeen, almost eighteen," he informed John.

John nodded slowly. "You're so young..." He whispered, nuzzling his neck gently. "So young.. so sweet... so delicious." He breathed, his tongue flicking over Dalton's neck.

Dalton shivered and closed his eyes. He had never felt this way before. He didn't know what was happening to his body when John touched him and spoke to him like that but he liked it and didn't want it to stop.

"So lovable..." John breathed. "And so unready." He said before pulling his head away and stroking Dalton's hair. "Very unready."

Dalton sighed. "Unready? What does that mean?" he asked softly.

"You aren't ready, is what it means." John whispered. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to feed. Before I do something I regret." He said, slowly standing up and stretching his legs.

Dalton nodded. "Alright," he said softly, not wanting John to leave.

John made his way to to the lake. He dove in and swam around, hoping to find some unlucky man on the lake to feed on.

Dalton sighed and sat there, staring at the wall. He basically just let John leave him. The least he could do was help him find some... Food.

John was getting frustrated. He couldn't find a human body in site, and he was staving. His eyes were black with hunger as he came up on the edge of the pond. he didn't know what he'd do if he couldn't find food soon.

Dalton walked to the lake, biting his lip. He was on the lookout for someone to give to Johnny, but he didn't find anyone. He didn't realize the danger he was in by walking so close to the edge of the lake.

John hissed. If he couldn't feed, he'd lust. He hopped out of the water and dried off, his legs growing back. He smirked, his lust clouding his mind and heart when he saw Dalton. He pounced on the younger man, biting into his neck and ripping off his pants.

Dalton cried out when he was practically tackled to the ground. He felt his pants torn from his body and someone bit into his neck. Tears ran down his face. "Stop. Please, stop.." he begged quietly.

John didn't listen. He kept his teeth sunk into his neck and shoved his cock deep inside of Dalton, immediately thrusting in and out quickly and roughly.

Dalton cried out, the tears falling faster as pain ripped through his body. "Please," his voice cracked.

John finally real eased inside of Dalton after who knows how long. His senses came back, and when he looked down, he immediately scooted away. "D-Dalton..." He whispered his eyes wide as he realized what he had just done.

Dalton had passed out sometimes from blood loss and pain, His breathing was shallow and he was starting to become cold.

John looked around, wishing there was someone to help. John looked back at Dalton. He just didn't know what to do. So he did what he did best. He jumped in the water and swam off.

Someone found Dalton eventually, bringing him back to the school to get him help. He was on the edge of life and death, and he was lucky to still be alive.

John swam on and on. He didn't know what to do,how to act, what to think. All he felt was guilt. He raped Dalton. The man was falling for. He didn't know how he'd ever make it up to the man.

The doctor helped Dalton, doing what he could to save the young man. It was sad really, seeing a man so young experience something like this. Especially if it was someone he trusted.

Dalton stayed unconscious. He dreamt of the rape, replaying in his head over and over. He could believe it...

John came up on land and peeked through the window of the hospital wing. He sighed as he saw Dalton. He damaged him so bad. He could never forgive himself.

After the doctor did all he could, he let Dalton rest and heal up. He didnt know how long the young man would be out or if he would recover from this.

John but his lip and slipped throughout he window, hesitantly standing at his bedside. Tears slipped out of his eyes. He frowned and looked at the beer on his finger. He never cried. Mermaids never cried.