Bring me to Light

This chapter contains scenes of some rather heated kissing and touching between two guys, as well as strong sexual themes and mentions of rape.

Enjoy!
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Homeward bound – must boldly go

Sheik tapped his foot nervously, listening to the steady drip of water from…well, it could be anywhere if he was honest, given that they were still in this godforsaken temple.

Since Link’s run in with his dark side, Sheik had wanted to do nothing but leave the temple and drag his partner along with him so that he might recuperate.

The Hylian had other plans though and after reaching the main room of the once more, he had kissed Sheik, long and deep, before ordering him to wait for him and running off to complete the task of the temple. Sheik had called out for him to return, of course, but it had fallen on deaf ears.

So now, he was left waiting again, growing increasingly anxious as time wore on.

A loud thud echoed around the chamber, then the hum of an ocarina’s lullaby and the water level was rising steadily.

Sheik ran for the ledge with the inscription that lifted the water level, eager to meet Link and judge his condition.

Link noted the Sheikah running towards him and smiled gratefully for the attention and concern, diving into the water and swimming to meet him, just as he had done before he’d taken on Dark Link.

“We’re almost out.” Link stated, pulling himself out of the water, splashing the Sheikah’s booted feet. The shadow warrior looked down in distaste.

“Sheik?”

“Yes?”

“You OK?”

“Fine. More concerned about you.”

“I’m fine and look,” he pulled out the gold and ruby key that dwelt in every temple. “Told you we’re almost out, just one more fight to go.” He examined the key, frowning.

“What’s wrong?” Sheik placed two fingers beneath the Hylian’s chin, tilting his head up to meet his eyes.

“Nothing, just looking at the key. I mean, red stone in a water temple. I would’ve thought the keys to the final room would correspond to each temple…you know, like an emerald for forest, a ruby,” he waved the key for emphasis “for fire, a sapphire for water etc. etc.”

“…What is your point?”

“Well we could easily swap them around and confuse the next hero to come along,” he grinned wickedly “…Man, I’m evil.”

The smile suddenly faltered at his own words.

“It’s over Link and more importantly…why are you focusing on the colour of the keys so much?”

“Well everything else is colour coded, like the medallions and the physical temples…even the tunics…”

“I see.”

“Ack!” Link gasped, as if a thought had just struck him “what are the colours for the next temples?”
“Uh…purple for shadow and orange for spirit…”

“Please tell me there aren’t tunics with those colours for me to wear…I look terrible in those colours.”

“How would you know? Until recently you’d only ever worn green.”

“Well I’m blonde…orange is gonna clash really badly and purple is just gah.”

“Gah?” Sheik questioned.

“Gah.” Link stated, nodding his head affirmatively.

“…Whatever you say, Link. Anyway, there are no specific garbs for the next temples…you can go in naked if you so wish, although I wouldn’t advise it.”

“Heh? Really? Damn I was planning to go in a fluorescent green G-sting…”

Sheik sputtered at the statement and Link laughed at the response.

“…I think,” Link chortled “We should get on with defeating this….thing…”

“Indeed. Do you wish for me to accompany you?”

“Well that’s why I said ‘we’ and not ‘I’.”

“Fair point.”

“It’s through there,” Link stated, pointing to a large statue of a water dragon’s head, a target on its long neck “According to the map.”

“…I’ll trust you on that.” The shadow warrior stated, waving Link’s effort to bring out another map away.

“Sure.”

They wandered over to the edge of the platform so that Link could take aim at the target, Sheik wrapping his arms around his companion’s waist so that they were both pulled across the water. Once at the other side, Sheik reluctantly released Link, following him through into the next room.

“Ohh…this should be fun.” Link commented in reference to the floor plan before them.

Slope at 45 degrees. Plus sliding blades. Plus slick tiles. Plus wet boots with no grip.

Fun fun.

“…I’ll meet you outside.” Sheik stated, turning on his heel and heading for the door, only to have Link pinch him by the tip of his exposed ear and drag him back.

“Oh no you don’t, we’re in this together.”

“..But I’m certain you can handle it really.”

“Sheik...” Link warned, his voice low in mock anger, the usual tone of playfulness running through it.

Sheik twisted out of Link’s grip.

“Head up the sides of the slope, we can use the walls for grip. With any luck, there will be cracks in them we can use to climb with.”

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Link panted flopping onto the floor and pulling Sheik up the remainder of the slope out of the way of the oncoming blade.

“Use the walls for grip, huh? That worked well, Mr. Wise-all-knowing-Sheikah.” Link gestured to the bloody gashes adorning Sheik’s ankles where the blades had hit him. His own ankles were fine, proof that wearing boots that were baggy around the ankles was sometimes a good idea. The fabric had been sheared, but at least his flesh hadn’t.

Sheik sat down beside him, grimacing in pain and Link looked him over, wincing at the sight of the bloody tears.

The Sheikah rolled his eyes, ignoring Link’s comment and leant down, pulling his one of his ankles up into his own lap. He frowned at the blood that soaked into the bandages around his fingers.

“Let me,” Link requested, shifting forwards, hands open towards the injured joint. Sheik eyed him dubiously. “C’mon, Sheik. You’ve taken care of my injuries often enough…let me do the same huh?”

Sighing, Sheik leant back onto his elbows, unfurling his leg from his lap.

“As you wish…”

Link nodded, gently taking Sheik’s calf in hand and guiding his ankle into his own lap, pulling off the thick material of his boot, peeling back a layer of bloodied fabric to examine the wounds.

Thin tears were staggered around bone covered in a paper thick layer of skin, a hot vein bulging just beneath the skin. Link ran his fingers down it gently as he inspected the wounds, parting them slightly to check for any trace of metal inside the wounds. The blades had been known to snap and lodge in the flesh before now.

Sheik’s bare toes twitched in Link’s lap, foot curling in pain.

“Sorry,” Link apologised, releasing the gash he was inspecting. He looked up to the reclining Sheikah. “Do you have any bandages?”

Sheik lifted his head and opened his eyes, lifting a slender gold brow at him before looking pointedly to his arms and chest.

“Fine, let me rephrase…do you have any sparebandages?”

Sheik shook his head, before reaching back and grasping the end of the bandages on his chest, tugging it loose and offering it to Link.

The Hylian took it with an amused smirk, winding the white strips of cloth tightly around the joint, making sure they offered it support even as they were unwound from around Sheik’s chest.

“Sheik?”

“Hmm?”

“…Are you uncomfortable with this?”

He released the bound ankle, cutting and tying off the bandages before taking the other one into his lap and repeating the process.

“You’re asking because I hesitated?”

Link nodded, eyes focused on the task, deft fingers working quickly.

“…I am not uncomfortable I was merely…caught off guard,” he sounded almost sheepish at the sound of the words “…I am not used to people offering to tend to my needs.”

“Was it really that unexpected coming from me?”

“In retrospect, no but…”

“But you’re still not used to the idea that someone cares for you this much.”

The Hylian’s hand supported the ankle he was tending to, a free thumb idly stroking the knot of bone.

“Yes.”

Link freed the ankle from his lap, sidling up to sit next to the Sheikah and cupping his face through the mask.

“Get used to it…I’m not leaving you…” his voice dropped to a whisper.

“I know.”

Sheik pulled himself forwards onto his knees, tugging the mask from the lower half of his face and kissing his partner lightly. Link nipped at his lips in response, frowning when the shadow warrior pulled away to put his boots on.

“Later…we still have to beat that creature…” a bandaged finger pointed to the door.

“We?”

“Fine, you.”

Link grinned and stood offering Sheik a hand as he struggled to put weight on his injured ankles, aiding his partner and letting him lean his weight onto him.

Together they staggered to the door, Link still limping slightly from the wound on his thigh. He stopped in front of the lock, pulling a red and gold key from the pouch on his belt and inserting it into the lock, twisting it.

Nothing happened.

“Wow…they actually are different…”

“What?”

“The keys to the final rooms of the temples,” Link explained pulling an identical looking key out and holding it up to compare to the other one. “This one is from the fire temple to test my theory that all the keys are the same and I’d only ever need one, thus saving time in the remaining temples.”

“Link…words fail me.”

“They ruined my plan.”

“Use the right key, open the door and later, we’re returning those keys to the right temples, understand?”

“But why?” Link complained, using the appropriate key on the lock ahead. It clicked open, chains and lock dropping to the floor. He brushed the metal aside with his foot.

“Because,” Sheik explained as they opened the door and stepped through “It’s theft.”

“Feh. Hardly.”

“Hardly, may be, and it may be true that no-one else will ever want them again…but it’s a matter of principle.”

“Ok, ok. Once we’re all done with saving Hyrule, I’ll take them all back. And the maps and compasses too…”

“There was a man in Hyrule Castle who was just like you.” Sheik stated as they shuffled closer to the pool of water that was interspersed with platforms.

“How so?”

“He used to steal stationery from the governing offices.”

“…Why?”

Sheik shrugged. “I don’t understand myself. Perhaps he sold them on in an attempt to be an entrepreneur.”

“He’s an idiot…but, more importantly…where the hell’s this creature?”

“In the water.”

“Got that much.”

“I would think this is the same situation as in the fire temple. You’ll have to lure it out.”

“Wonderful…do you have a giant fishing rod?”

“…Just jump onto one of the platforms.”

“Fine…you go sit down.” Link pointed to a bare patch of wall near the door, noting the spikes lining the walls.

Turning, he leapt over the water onto the nearest platform, wincing as pain rippled through his leg from the impact, aggravating the wound on his thigh.

Something swirled in the depths of the water, twisting eel like through bizarre, viscous liquid. A sound like a liquid being sucked through a straw filled the room and Link yanked the sword from its sheath, shield on his arm a second later.

It reared from the water, a parody of Volvagia from just a few weeks ago…except not nearly as dramatic because water flying everywhere and soaking you is mildly annoying at best. Lava flying everywhere and hitting you is painful but extremely cool looking and impressive.

Needless to say when the creature lifted…a random body part, since it didn’t seem to have specific sections, Link was less than impressed.

“It’s a giant water worm…” he called to Sheik.

“It’s a dangerousgiant aquatic amoeba.”

“…Of course it is. I mean, an overgrown single celled organism, which technically shouldn’t be able to move as it has no nervous system, never mind the fact that it shouldn’t be able to acknowledge my existence because it has no consciousness, hell no brain in the first place, is obviously going to be dangerous.”

“Stop challenging its logical existence and fight it.”

“But it should have burst ages ago due to too much water diffusing into its body! It hasn’t even got organelles; it shouldn’t even be able to move, it has no mitochondria to produce ATP, even if it did have a nervous system and muscles to affect it!”

“…I don’t want to know where you’re getting all this information from and I’ve quite possibly used this line before but…less talky, more slashy.”

“You’re no….”

The sentence was cut off as something large, wet and heavy slammed into his chest, sending him crashing into the wall to his left.

Sheik winced as Link splatted into it, sliding down almost comically like a wet paper towel on a sheet of glass…

“Link! Get up before it can attack you again!”

Link rolled over onto his back, staring to his right as Morpha merged with the water again, sliding down into the pool. He gasped, grabbing the hilt of the Master Sword and pulling himself slowly to his feet as he gritted his teeth through the pain.

“Use the longshot…” Sheik called “and don’t try any lame jokes this time…” he added, remembering Link’s reaction to getting the item.

They had jumped down into the underground river and he had watched Link play with his new toy, aiming at a target on the wall.

“That’s going to be a bit of a long shot,” he had quipped and promptly descended into manic laughter at his pathetic joke for a good five minutes.

Back in the present however…”What do I aim for?”

“Nucleus?”

“Big pink thing?”

“You spend 10 minutes verbally decimating its structure and likelihood of attacking and you don’t know what the nucleus is?”

He didn’t get a response, because Link had planted himself firmly by the side of the pool, longshot poised.

Pink peeked above the blue line of the pool wall and the arrowhead of the longshot was embedding in pulsating flesh, dragging it onto land.

Silver blade slashed neatly into it and then it was retracting, returning to the safety of the water whilst the cell body quivered.

Sheik rolled his eyes, leaning back against the wall as Link pirouetted away from the tentacles the creature was shooting out at him, side stepping each and every attack with ease and grace…if not dignity. The sight of Link ballerina stepping about a room inhabited by a giant amoeba would stay with him to the grave…

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“Cake.” Link stated, wiping globular drops of blood from his sword onto the skirt of his ripped blue tunic.

“Aside from the being dragged underwater, almost drowning, being throwing into walls and almost having your ribs crushed.”

Link waved his hand as he headed for the portal at the base of the now drained pool. “Nothing more than an overzealous hug. I can show you if you like,” he stated, extending an arm towards Sheik.

The younger blonde took his hand instead. “Maybe later, after we’ve seen the Sage of Water.”

Link’s eyes widened immediately “We’re gonna have to talk to Ruto again aren’t we?”

Sheik nodded, pulling his partner towards the blue light. “I’ll reward you if you get it over with quickly though.” His free hand gestured to the light.

Grinning, Link stepped up to his companion, grabbing the free hand and pulling him backwards into the light.

“What are we waiting for?”

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The sky was luminous pink and orange, fading into view through strips of electric blue as Link and Sheik were lowered to the warping pad on the central island of Lake Hylia.

The sun was rising and a new day was at hand.

“We’re finally out.” Link stated, eyes taking in the sight of the clearing sky, black clouds being banished to beyond the horizon.

Sheik nodded, staring out across the lake as the water level started to rise, his hand finding Link’s again.

“The lake is refilling…”

“I can see that but…” he turned to Sheik “I know what you mean. It’s good to have things back to normal like this.”

Sheik limped forwards, kneeling at the edge of the island, placing his hand on the slope where the water would rise to, waiting to feel it and know the lake was full again.

It took just a few minutes and Link watched with a small smile as Sheik pulled down the face cover and brought a handful of water to his mouth, sipping cautiously.

“Verdict?”

The Sheikah turned to look at Link. “It seems purer than even before it was infected by the creature.”

“Maybe it’s…I dunno, refreshed it?”

“Possibly.”
The Hylian paced up behind his lover, sitting behind him, grinning when he automatically leaned back against him, letting the older blonde rest his hands over his chest.

The two young men rested like that for sometime, content in each other’s embrace as they looked at what the hero had accomplished.

“You’ve done well.” Sheik murmured eventually.

“Couldn’t have done it without you though…” Link replied, causing the Sheikah to sit up and edge himself further back into Link’s embrace.

The swordsman’s hands slid down to Sheik’s stomach.

“You know that’s not true.”

“It is though…I wouldn’t have got through fighting…him…without you there to save me…”

A wrapped hand reached down to Link’s as it lay on his stomach, fingers entwining.

“Oh, and you owe me a reward.” Link stated out of the blue.

“Do I now?”

“Mmmhmmm…”

The Hylian leant forwards slightly, nuzzling into the hair just behind Sheik’s ear, the tip protruding from among long flaxen hair that spilled over the white mask.

“Get changed out of that tunic first and I might just do that.”

“What I’m thinking of won’t require a tunic…”

“I bet.”

The Sheikah slid forwards, out of Link’s grasp and the hero pouted, bottom lip protruding like that of a sulking child. The younger blonde pointed to Epona, tethered to the tree next to Thara.

“Change.”

“Wh…what? When? How?”

“Change. As in get changed. When? now. How? Remove certain items of clothing, then pull new items of clothing on.”

“Sarky little…I meant, when and how did the horses get here?”

“I brought them over when you entered the temple. Over the bridge.”

“Ah…that explains it then, doesn’t it?”
Sheik nodded, smiling patronisingly at Link and the elder blonde thrust his tongue out at his partner, unbuckling various belts as he turned and walked to his mare, draping the leather over her back, unaware of the Sheikah following silently.

Sheik watched silently, standing only a few inches behind Link as the Hylian pulled out of the wet, ripped tunic and white undershirt.

Smooth muscles rippled beneath pale skin as the hero rummaged in saddle bags for a spare tunic, completely oblivious to thorough scrutiny his back was receiving.

Crimson eyes traced the maroon whiplash scar that split his back diagonally and he slowly reached out, placing cool fingertips against the surprisingly hot mark, feeling its rough, ridged texture.

Link shuddered in surprise as the fingers ran down the length of it slowly.

“You did this when we first met.” he whispered, head tilting back.

“I remember…”

The shadow warrior stepped forwards, eyeing the pocket like wounds that were scattered around Link’s shoulder blades before resting his lips against the top of the large scar.

Link shuddered again at the contact.

“Sheik…”

“Do you find this uncomfortable?”

“No…just I didn’t…”

“It was unexpected?”

Link nodded.

“It seems we’re both experience that today…”

Link hummed, surprise giving way to appreciation as warm breath ghosted his shoulder and warm, smooth lips slid down his scar.

Hands gripped firmly, gently at his waist, fingers circling flesh slowly.

Link let a sigh slip past his lips, head tilting back, blue eyes falling shut at the ministrations at his skin. It had been so long since he’d had any of this sort of attention, from male or female, Gerudo or not. It had been even longer since he’d actually enjoyed the act….actual wanted to engage in it and he unconsciously stiffened under Sheik’s hands.

Sheik pulled away.

“Is there something wrong?”
Blonde locks trembled as he shook his head. “No…nothing…”

“Then why are you so tense?”

“…I…guess I was thinking about something less than pleasant. Sorry.”

The Sheikah pulled back slightly, turning the Hylian to face him and looking up the inch or so into Link’s navy eyes, watching them for any sign of discomfort or fear as he bowed forwards, settling his clothed chest against Link’s bare torso.

There were none and Link straightened, pressing himself more firmly into his partner’s embrace, fingers pulling away cloth and hair so that he could mouth his ear.

Tanned hands roamed across the soft plains of a white back broken by streams and pools of crimson and shadow, down hills of ribs and dips between muscle and bone, skating onto the roll of narrow hips protected by a layer of rough cotton.

Heads lifted and met, lips finding lips, opening in offering.

And in a surge of passion slow turned to fast, soft turned to firm, placid turned to needful. Hands grasped at skin and cloth, stroking and tugging as tongues met and swept together, twining as bodies pressed together hard, the souls, minds and emotions they contained pulsing with need and passion.

Sheik tilted his head back obligingly at the feel of Link’s lips and teeth at his jaw, hands tugging the irritating cloth of his mask away unsuccessfully. The Sheikah pulled away, grasping white material and wrenching it over his head before crushing his body against his mate’s, allowing hands to knead firmly at the flesh of his chest through the thick cloth of his shirt, practically purring at the sensation of lips against skin that hadn’t been seen by another person in over half a decade.

Red eyes opened, staring up at a blue sky, closing in bliss over sensations that he had never felt before. A new day brought with it new feelings. New tastes, touches, smells and sounds.

He had seen more of Link than this before, but Gods didn’t it feel like such a distant memory and such a wasted opportunity?

The sounds Link was making were deep and needy, the smell of wind and water that was clinging to him and spreading over his own body intoxicating, the taste of his tongue and the feeling of their bodies together so consciously, indescribable.

He wasn’t completely innocent…there had been an occasion, maybe two when he had engaged in this act before…but it had never been like this.

Those experiences hadn’t been wanted…more required…as if the idea of a virgin Sheikah was pathetic and laughable, that a shadow warrior should be knowledgeable in every area of human behaviour, should know and understand why people gave into feelings like they did…and therefore, they could know how not to fall for them or give in.

Except now Sheik was falling for Link even more, giving himself to the other man and the sensations freely. He revelled in every second.

In those occasions, he had never been touched properly or carefully…there had been no emotion, just coldly calculated movements that would make him understand…but not make him want. They hadn’t even touched his bare flesh or disrobed him fully…just the necessary. Once with a man. Once with a woman. Just to let him know what it was like, and what to do when he needed to ‘do the deed’.

He had barely turned fourteen when that had been taken from him…

No other ‘life training’ had compared to that, nothing else had stuck in his memory like that. The feelings of insecurity at being left to the mercy of a man he barely knew. The sense of awkwardness at the prospect of entering a woman nearly 3 times his age. The crippling awareness of his own, wiry, immature frame in comparison to their developed, mature forms.

But here and now…for the first time, he was comfortable and he wantedit and it wasn’t anywhere near the almost-rape experience he’d had in the past.

He had known it wouldn’t be like that. It couldn’t be like that. Not with Link. Not with the only person he would or could ever love. So it was with certainty that he had initiated it…not the timid motions he had thought he’d reply with, but with strong confident movements that instinctively understood what his partner wanted as much as what he wanted and what would bring him that.

His hips pressed against Link’s, feeling rigidity contained in cloth, mirroring his own reactions.

Red eyes fluttered closed in appreciation.

Link nipped at the somehow tanned skin of Sheik’s collarbone, tongue teasing along the ragged collar of the skin-tight blue shirt, listening to the contented purrs coming from Sheik…and this was just from some kissing and petting. What would he be like if they went the whole way?

He was hard against him and Link broke awake slightly, panting against the Sheikah’s skin and settling his forehead on his shoulder at the thought, wondering just how far the younger man was willing to go…

He wouldn’t force him if he wasn’t ready, he knew that much, he wouldn’t inflict that upon his worst enemy, never mind the person he loved. He had had that enough from the Gerudo to know how devastating it was.

True, he had been the one doing the entering as opposed to being raped by a guy but…the situations had been no less humiliating for that.

A host of dark hands, grabbing at smooth, pale skin roughly, clawing in an attempt to feel. They had been desperate and frantic at the prospect on having a man there after all that time away from Ganondorf…who only slept with whom he chose to and then only the rarest of occasions. The Dark Lord had his own peculiar tastes that didn’t include his own harem…

It had frightened Link upon first being confronted with the situation and though many might imagine it to be a 15 year old boy’s greatest dream come true to have a host of older, attractive women wanting his body…it had been more of a nightmare to Link, to see those women in that state over him.

They had grabbed him and used him, controlling him and directing him as if it were just a training exercise and Link had left the experience feeling pathetic and used. He would have wept had he been given the chance…but then he had been thrown out of the warm beds they had taken him in and back into the cold cell he had dwelt in for seven years.

There wasn’t a woman in that valley that hadn’t used his body. There wasn’t a woman in that valley who hadn’t crushed his spirit.

There was no way he would make Sheik go through that. Admittedly, he didn’t think that Sheik was a virgin but…he knew how uneasy it could make you feel to know someone was thinking like that about you, to know that they would do just about anything to have a chance with your body.

“Link?”

He kissed at a cloth covered shoulder.

“…we can’t continue this here….”

“I know.”

“Is that why you’ve stopped?”

“No I just…” he stepped back, looking at Sheik. “How far are you willing to take this relationship…physically?” He dipped his head to the side at the last word, looking up at Sheik childishly, large blue eyes covered in strands of golden hair. A bandaged finger reached out and brushed the locks away.

“As far as we can…just…”

“Not here….and not yet?”

Sheik nodded. “Perhaps it is too soon for us to be thinking of this stage of our relationship…”

“Hnn.”

“Is that an agreement?”

“Yeah but…” he kissed his lover’s shoulder again. “You’re just so damn pretty…”

“Excuse me? Pretty?”

“Fine, you’re hunky and manly…”

Sheik grinned. “Glad you can appreciate that.”

Link leant back, eventually pulling out of his lover’s hold and turning back to Epona, pulling out the green tunic he was accustomed to.

“Guess we’re going home now then?”

“Yes…I imagine you could do with some rest.”

Sheik pulled the white mask back on, rearranging it fussily over shoulders and chest, pulling at a loose thread as Link mounted Epona.

“I’m up for a ride first though…first one back to the house is a giant single celled amoeba!”

Chuckling, Sheik watched Link slap Epona on the flank and charge across the small rope bridge and he followed on Thara, catching up to him as they raced towards Hyrule field.

Link stood in the stirrups as Sheik caught up with him, letting the air rush over his body, noting the Sheikah riding in a considerably more dignified manner beside him…until both horses leapt the fence and then the Sheikah was riding hard and fast, waving to Link as he passed him, Thara thundering ahead.

Whooping, Link slapped Epona into a gallop, grinning after he chased his lover, heading for home.
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Hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for review so far and don't be afraid to leave more please!

Apologies for the really random biological monologue that Link did...I was half revising for my biology exam (which I have so failed) so it just kinda came out...I should really start focusing when I'm writing.