Experiences

Experiences

High

Link hated water or anything that was close to it. He hated ice, snow and coldness. To his displeasure, he and Sheik, his guide throughout a new kingdom, had venture into a very cold, icy, snowy and foreign mountain.

Sitting down, his back to a cold rock, the Hero glared straight before him, at a frozen and blue plant. If his eyes could have thrown daggers, the plant would have been dead a long time ago. The Sheikah had let Link alone a moment, going to explore the surroundings in order to find a suitable path to continue their way. Meanwhile, the Hylian had gotten rather angry and hungry.

Near him, along with some other blue and icy plants, were mushrooms. Green ones, small but twisted, obviously weird and probably not too good for someone’s health. But the hero was hungry and his anger altered his judgement that Sheik considered not that good even when Link was in a good mood.

The Hylian ate some, then put the remaining ones in one of his many concealed pockets and he waited for the Sheikah to come back. His anger seemed to grow quickly and he felt like he was about to kill that ridiculous plant which was staring at him.

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Sheik reappeared half an hour later and the Hylian looked up sharply. Link rose and glared at the Sheikah. The yellow-like blond looked at his kingdom’s saviour and mentally sighed. He looked like an angry child, again. Each time the hero would put a feet in cold or water-involved ground, his mood seemed to drop faster than a rock falling from Hyrule’s castle highest window. “Hero, that mood of yours isn’t making this quest easy.” Pointed the shadow warrior as he crossed his arms over his chest. Link’s stare became darker.

“You’re not my mother, Sheik.” The red eyed man repressed a grin.

“That is for sure, though you might need one by these times.” Link glared hard at him before walking away. “Where are you going?”

“Leave me alone!” The Sheikah walked slowly behind the storming hero.

“I would, but you are walking towards a very high and dangerous cliff, Hero.” The Hylian stopped walking abruptly.

“Should’ve said so before!”

“I would, be you are visibly too busy directing your childish anger at me to listen anyway.” The hero looked down. “Let’s go that way.” Sheik started walking in a different direction than the one leading to their sure death and Link followed, dark clouds almost visible above his head.

The hero walked slowly, audibly – he was not talking - still in his bad mood. Sheik, who was very calm and composed, started to get irritated by his companion turned burden. He walked ahead until Link sighed three times in a row. The Sheikah stopped dead in his track and looked over his shoulder at the blue-eyed hero. “Is there something wrong, Hero?” He asked, his voice calm but harsher than intended. Link looked up instantly.

“Wrong?! Is something wrong?! No, nothing’s wrong, Sheik! There’s only water everywhere! Ice everywhere! Cold and humidity! Is something wrong! NO!” He started walking ahead of the Sheikah. The honey-blond followed, sighing quietly at the hero’s outburst. And then, Link stopped walking slowly, his back to Sheik. “I hate water.” He whispered almost childishly.

“Then let’s keep walking. We should reach the foot of this mountain where water will be History, Link.” The Hylian spun to meet the Sheikah’s gaze and he stared, half-smiling. “What?” Sheik crossed his arms over his chest again; waiting for the hero to explain is staring.

“You just called me by my name.” Sheik stared at the other man, and then he looked to the side, slightly ashamed.

“I did?” The Hylian nodded and the Sheikah stayed silent a moment. “Even if I did, this is no reason to lose your focus about the task at hand.” Link’s stare hardened.

“You really have a frigid ass, just like this fuckin’ mountain.” Sheik stared at the sandy-blond hero and waved the insult away. He started walking again. “Can’t you like, counter-attack? I insulted you!” Link spat at him.

“Such low attacks as are words do not affect me, nor any Sheikah. It is a lost of time an energy to reply.” Link followed him.

“You truly have a frigid ass.”

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Sheik walked ahead for a long time. Behind, the hero seemed to be calm and sometimes, he would giggle alone. This was a much more interesting state of mind for Link to have and the Sheikah felt relieved to feel the anger disappear. Slowly, a grinning Hylian appeared beside him. Sheik looked at him as he was staring back. “Why aren’t you warm with me?” The lighter blond blinked at him, surprised by the question.

“Well, Hero, I am a Sheikah and, as you must be aware, my people are not close to their emotions, nor are they to people. We are more efficient in our missions that way.” Link seemed to think about it.

“But, I don’t care if you’re Rock-Eater, Giant-Squeaky-Fish or Desert-Freak, or even Sheikah. We travel together, so I expect some warmth!” Sheik gave in to the hero’s request, hoping he would leave him alone after and smiled under his scarf. “You see! You can be warm!” However, Link threw himself at the other man and hugged him tightly.

They fell to the ground heavily, their form connecting with the hard and iced ground. The Sheikah’s bloody eyes widened as he was surprised by the hero’s sudden attack. Not only was this action totally random, but Link’s proximity was another surprising factor. His heat and his weight on the shadow warrior were something he knew dangerous. His only touch sent needles of fire through Sheik’s veins, through his stomach and groin. But the Sheikah refused to submit to those feelings and he pushed the Hylian away before getting up again. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at the laughing hero. “We should get going.” Link looked up, still grinning.

“Come on! We were sharing warmth just now!” Sheik stared at the hero as he mentally executed a face-palm.

“The sun is setting. We have to find a place to rest.” Link rose slowly.

“Frigid. Ass.” And he walked before Sheik, still grinning.

The Sheikah followed, finding the hero’s attitude very special. He walked ahead, somehow very happy, even giggling randomly or talking to iced plants. Then, he suddenly stopped walking and waited for the Sheikah to appear beside him, still grinning. “Sheiiiiiiiiiiiik?” He asked.

“Yes?”

“Where are you going again?” The lighter blonde looked at his companion, now pretty sure the Hylian wasn’t in a normal state of mind.

“Finding a place to rest, Hero.”

“Oh.” They went silent for a moment. “Sheiiiiiiiiiiiik?” The Sheikah rolled his eyes.

“Yes?”

“Are we there yet?” Sheik repressed a smile.

“No. I’ll tell you when we will reach our destination.” The Hylian nodded.

Sheik looked around him at the scenery as he heard Link giggles again. The vegetation, though cold and iced, was something of pure beauty. The different shades of blue mixed up together from pure white to a light shade of purple. It almost looked like a monochrome painting, a fine one. The white snow glittered light blue in the sun set as cobalt coloured plants delimited an iced and rocky whitish path. Even the trees with their dark green colour were covered in a thick layer of snow, making the forest green of their spines look bluish. Even the sky was slowly turning to a dark purple. Everything held a great beauty and the Sheikah almost forgot about the weird-behaving hero. Almost. “Sheiiiiiiiiiiiik?” He sighed.

“Yes?”

“Are we there yet?”

“No.” The Hylian nodded again and stayed silent for a good minute.

“Sheiiiiiiiiiiiik?”

“No!” Link looked at him, surprised.

“You know, Sheik, people usually answer “yes” or “what” when we call their name.” The Sheikah could definitely feel he was going to deal with one hell of a headache very soon.

“Fine. What?”

“Why do you always wear that scarf thingy?” Link brought a hand to the rim of Sheik’s collar. The lighter blond slapped the Hylian’s hands away.

“First, this is part of the suit. Second, this helps us conceal our emotions from people in order to do a better job. Third, it makes us less noticeable.” Link stared at him.

“Okay, but your bloody eyes actually bring a lot of attention to you. I’m pretty sure you could walk around naked and it would still be your eyes that would stand out the more.” Sheik rolled his eyes. “And, I think you could pull the thing down once in a while, you’re good-looking!” The Sheikah flinched slightly and looked away.

“I do not care about my looks, Link.” The Hylian smiled widely.

“Maybe, but you still are good-looking! And you called me by my name.” Sheik stared away a moment.

“Looks are not important, Hero.” It was Link’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Stop finding things to say and just acknowledge the fact I said you are good-looking!” Sheik smiled behind the greyish collar.

“Then I will. Thank you.” Link chuckled.

“You’re welcome!”

They kept walking together, side by side for a long time. Link kept looking at Sheik’s profile most of the time, making the shadow warrior uneasy. Once in a while, the hero would lose his balance or strip over his own foot. Somehow clumsy naturally, Link’s state seemed to be aggravated. Then, out of the blue, the hero put an arm around the shadow warrior, making him jump slightly in surprise. “You know, Sheik, you’re a good partner.” The Sheikah glared at the sandy-blond. “Yeah, better than Navi, less bugging. Catch the joke there, Navi, bug. You see? Navi’s a fairy, so she’s a bug. She’s bugging. No? Oh well. But yeah, you’re a good partner and you actually are able to fight.”

“Thank you.” Link didn’t register the Sheikah as he continued on speaking what was, to Sheik, non-sense.

“And when you fight, this suit of your is really revealing.”

“In fights, tight clothes are actually more suitable than baggy clothes. It is better to reveal than to get in the way.”

“Yeah, but you really have a nice ass.” Link leaned back to take a look at the Sheikah’s behind.

“… Thank you?” Link grinned.

“You actually have a nice body. Not only the ass that looks good. Slim and muscular. You’re quite sexy.” Sheik looked at Link, not sure what he should say. He finally spotted a cavern to their left and sighed mentally.

“We’ll take shelter there, Hero.” He pointed at the entrance. Link nodded and took some green mushrooms out of his pocket and swallowed a few. Sheik stared at him, finally understanding what was going on. “Where did you get those mushrooms?”

“I was hungry while you were away.” He smiled and started walking towards the cavern.

Sheik watched as the hero walked to the cavern entrance, loosing his balance a few times while doing so. He finally looked to the Sheikah, with a totally neutral and serious expression on his face. He stared at the yellow-blond man and opened his mouth to say something. “Sometimes, you get dilated.”

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After the “dilated” incident, Sheik had left the hero to get some wood while Link found a good spot in the cavern to seat down and wait for his favourite Sheikah to come back. The red-eyed man sighed as he got the wood, exasperate by the other man’s actions. He was high, so damn high. Dealing with him for the rest of the evening would be quite bothersome. Sheik finally got enough pieces of dead trees and walked reluctantly to the cavern where he knew a very artificially happy hero would be.

Sheik set foot into the cavern and Link automatically called his name with too much energy. The honey-blond man sighed as he walked inside and started making a fire. As soon as he finished, the hero started slapping his hand on the ground for the Sheikah to come and sit beside him.

Sheik looked up at Link and didn’t even feel like laughing as he could only describe the hero like a “retarded goron”.

“Sit here!” Yelled Link while destroying the ground with his hand.

“Show me those mushrooms first.”

“Okay.” He handed the rest of the mushrooms to the Sheikah who quickly threw them in the fire.

“Believe me; this is for your good.” And he walked away, sitting at the opposite of Link.

“No! You must sit HERE!” The hero yelled, still tapping the ground furiously.

“I prefer being here, Hero.” Link got this his hands and knees.

“Then, I am coming to you!” Running impressively fast, Link appeared beside the Sheikah, his face a mere inch away from Sheik’s. The red-eyed Sheikah quickly rose and walked away.

“Stay there.” He commanded.

“But I want to feel you near!” Sheik glared down at him.

“Define the word ‘near’.”

“Like, near. Like I want to feel you. Feel your skin.” A shiver traveled through the Sheikah’s body.

“This isn’t right, Link.” The hero threw himself at the Sheikah and grabbed his leg tightly. Sheik stiffened at his action. “Let go of me.” He tried to shake the heavier man away, but Link planted his teeth in the lighter man’s thigh, sending those fire needles into his body again. “This is enough!” Sheik said, his voice angry, as he roughly pushed Link away.

“That was harsh, Sheik!” The hero rose and he used his weight to push the lighter blond against a rocky wall, cornering him between the walls and his body. The Sheikah glared daggers at him.

“Let me go, Link!” The darker blond shook his head and reached down for the collar covering Sheik’s face. With his teeth, he pulled it down. The red eyed man tried to jerk himself away, but he was stuck there. “Back off, Hero!” He screamed and Link brought a finger to the Sheikah’s lips.

“Keep calling me by my name.” Sheik tried to bite the hero’s finger, but Link pulled it away before. His eyes traveled to the smaller man’s lips and Sheik’s stare hardened.

“Don’t you even dare think about it.” He warned. But Link didn’t listen as he plunged forward, catching Sheik’s full lips with his own.

Sheik’s eyes went wide, wider than they ever went as he stared at the man he wanted so badly. Link’s eyes were closed as he kissed him and for a brief moment, Sheik flinched, totally unable to move. The surprise was total. He stared, unable to do anything, feeling like a powerless child. Needles traveled through his body at the speed of light as his Sheikah’s instincts kicked in. Finally, he started to move, trying desperately to free himself. Link broke the kiss a second and opened his eyes, his lustful sapphire eyes. “Stop moving. You’re making this harder than it should be.”

Sheik opened his mouth slightly to protest and the hero took the opportunity to thrust his tongue in the other man’s mouth. He leaned closer, pulling the terrified Sheikah to him, their body touching. Panicked was the word describing Sheik’s state of mind as he roughly pushed the Hylian away with all the strength he could find. Link fell on his ass, on the ground and the shadow warrior took the opportunity to put a lot of distances between both of them. “Why are you so harsh with me?” Asked the Hylian.

“Because you are high! Not knowing what you are doing and probably not wanting this!” Link grinned.

“But I want you, Sheik.” The Sheikah felt like chocking the hero just there.

“No, you don’t! And you certainly don’t know how cruel you are acting right now!” Sheik walked away, going for the cavern’s entrance when Link called to him. “What?” He spat.

“I’m hard.” Sheik flinched and stayed silent a few seconds.

“Then take care of it yourself.” And he ran away from the cavern and the high hero.

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Sheik finally let himself fall to the ground when he was hidden in the shadows, a little far from the cavern. He raised shaking hands to his face and buried himself in them. How close it was… How close he was. He had panicked when one of his greatest fantasies was about to come true. He had panicked because of his reactions, of the way his body only pleaded for more as Link was kissing him, touching him. But the hero was high. There was no way he wanted this. Until now, the Hylian had only women in his life. He couldn’t turn gay in an afternoon, could he?

He sighed, realising he would have to take care of a hard problem himself. He lowered a hand to his pants and unzipped what was necessary and he furiously took care of his problem, head back, panting as his mind reminded him the feeling of Link’s hot mouth on his. He came quickly and cleaned himself just as rapidly.

He stayed down there, sitting and looking at the moon for a long time. That was, until he heard the hero run frantically, fall to the ground and throw up. ‘He’s finally throwing that drug up. Good.’ He got up and walked to meet a rather sick Link.

The young man was on his hands and knees, only wearing his pant and staring blankly at the Sheikah as sweat slowly covered his skin. Sheik sighed. “I think those mushrooms poisoned you.” He stared at Link who was magnificently calm. “Let’s go back into the cavern; I’ll take care of you.” He helped the hero to his feet and guided him to a spot where he commanded him to lay down.

Link grabbed Sheik’s midsection as he sat down, bringing the Sheikah down with him. The shadow warrior hit the floor with a loud thud, surprised to find himself sitting down suddenly. Link crawled to him and put his head on his thigh. “I have to go get medicine for you, Hero. You must let me go.” Link shook his head, shivering.

“N-no. Stay with me.” He whispered. The Sheikah’s heart seemed to pound softly at the hero’s weak voice.

“I will come back, but I have to take care of this poison first.” Sheik brushed some hair off of Link’s face and the Hylian looked up at him, his ocean-like eyes clouded.

“You’ll come back?”

“Yes.” Link nodded, letting go of the Sheikah’s midsection.

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Sheik reappeared near the shaking and sweaty Hylian a few minutes later, handing him come kind of concoction he had made. Link took it to his mouth and swallowed the thing bitterly. The Sheikah smiled softly under his scarf and Link crawled back to put his head on the shadow warrior’s thigh. “Sheik?” He asked.

“Yes?”

“Can you sleep with me tonight?” The Sheikah thought about it a moment and then nodded. Link smiled as he closed his eyes. “Your presence makes me feel secure.” Sheik tilted his head to the side.

“I am glad it does so, Hero.”