Bring me to Light

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Embrace

Ghosts wound around the bird headed ship docked in the basement of the temple, a few spectres that were so old they had faded to nothing but strands of white that hung of the bird’s beak and carved crests like ribbons. Others clung to its neck as if when the ship moved it would carry them to salvation.

A few lay around the deck, largely carefree, rising in curiosity to look at their guests as they jumped onto the raised platform embossed with the Triforce symbol.

The living Sheikah and his hero looked around for a moment, staring down the narrow channel the ship was set into before the Hylian slowly lifted the ocarina to his lips as if hesitant.

“It seems sturdy enough.” Sheik commented.

“It’s not the sturdiness that bothers me,” Link replied, pulling the ocarina away from his mouth as he spoke

“It’s where it leads that bothers me.” He finished.

“As I recall, it leads to a chamber where the creature decided to dwell before it was first sealed.”

“And so naturally it would go back there.”

Sheik shrugged. “We know it returned here and it’s not occupying any of the rest of the temple. By process of elimination, it has to be down here.”

“…You better be right about this.”

“I’m always right.”

Link snorted.

“When have I ever been wrong?” Sheik asked, folding his arms across his chest.

Link shrugged and chose not to answer, instead putting the ocarina against his lips again and playing Zelda’s lullaby.

Sheik smirked before lurching as the bird-ship moved, travelling on huge wheels set into tracks…somewhere.

Link glanced over the side, disconcerted by the lack of anything below them. If the ship suddenly dropped…it was game over.

Fortunately he suddenly found himself with in-flight entertainment, effectively stopping his train of thought about a plunge to an unpleasant death.

Had he been given a choice however, Link probably would have chosen the ‘mulling over death’ options to ‘fighting living death’ in the form of a large Stalfos.

Sheik was already well into his own fight against one of the animated skeletons, short sword flashing in his hand, dancing about the bony creature.

Link drew the Master Sword as quickly as possible, shield on his arm within seconds as he charged for the larger creature, smashing into it before it registered he was ready to fight, cracking ribs.

Black lines spidered along bleached white bones and the creature staggered back from the blow, lidless eyes leering as it steadied itself.

It charged at him a second later, shield lifted, swiping down at Link heavily with the red blade it carried.

The Master Sword snapped up, silver meeting red. Only not just meeting…smashinginto the other blade, sending it spiralling out of the skeleton warrior’s hands.

Link smirked, sinking back, letting the power lent to him by the Great Fairies course through him, pouring into his sword and igniting it with blue flame.

He released it before it was fully charged, knowing it would be enough to finish his enemy off and he spun, sword slicing through white bone, sending it crumbling to the floor until there was nothing left.

Blue firelight played over the walls as Sheik finished off his opponent, kicking its remains over the side and turning just in time to see Link devastate his own stalfos.

The Hylian staggered, breathing out slowly after the attack and Sheik trotted over to him. He opened his mouth, intending to inquire about Link’s well being when the ship rocked dangerously, sending the two men stumbling.

The ghosts sitting near the bow of the ship jumped up suddenly, a few looking back to Sheik and motioning ahead of them.

The passage was opening out into a new room, the ship rocking more frequently now as it scraped along walls, pulling into its dock…and the spirits were fleeing as hands reached up from under the ship. They were stronger down here, had more form when closer to the presence of evil that pervaded the temple and Sheik sprinted over to Link grabbing him by the bicep and pulling the Hylian towards the edge of the ship.

“We have to get off the ship…now!”

“Wha?”

Before Link could finish asking the question, Sheik leapt onto the rocky ledge below. Confused but aware that Sheik would not tell him to leave the ship unless necessary, he followed suit, landing heavily beside the Sheikah before turning, just in time to see the ship dip as if sinking. The head of the bird was thrust into the air as the stern of the ship was dragged into an unnatural fog, the head disappearing under the rippling surface a moment later.

“Ok? What the hell just happened?”

“Uh…it sank.”

“How?”

“…There are spirits in this temple which, unless you are expecting to see them or are aware of their presence are invisible.”

“Like the traps?”

“Exactly.”

“So why can’t I see them with the lens?”

“The lens is only strong enough to show the most obvious of truths...being able to see the spirits requires experience and refinement.”

“So how come you can see them?”

Sheik lifted an eyebrow.

“Seriously.” Link stated, hands open towards his partner.

“…Because I’m a Sheikah. I have more of a natural ability to and also because I’ve been taught to from an early age.”

“So the spirits dragged the ship down to…what? Hell?”

Sheik nodded. “Yes, but only the malicious spirits. You can’t see them but this room is swarming with the ghosts of Sheikah who have passed away. Actually…the whole temple is.”

Link shifted uncomfortably.

“They’ll do you no harm. They’re curious about your presence…and I’ve noticed a few trying to be…shall I say, ‘friendly’ with you, but no more.”

“It’s not that I thought that in the first place it’s just…”

“Knowing that you’re not alone, even when you think you are?”

Link nodded.

“Then we should find the key to the spirit’s chamber and get out of here as quickly as possible.”

Link nodded again, swallowing thickly and glancing about the room before following Sheik into the next area.

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“That,” Link commented, leaning out over the large hole that led to the creature’s chamber “is a long way down.”

Sheik stood a short distance back from the opening, arms crossed as he shifted his weight onto one leg. “Yes it is.”

“Do you have like a rock or…something invaluable that I can throw down there?”

“...Why? What purpose will that serve other than to annoy the creature?”

“Well after that room with the spiky wooden walls I’m a bit reluctant to just go charging in. So I wanna drop something down there to judge the distance and uh…see if it’s too far.”

“Surprisingly, that’s very logical and intelligent. However...”

“However?” Link questioned, ignoring the quip about his intelligence level.

“You’re going down either way.”

“That’s just mean, you know?”

Sheik nodded. “Yes. Now go…and have your bow and arrow ready…”

“Just one thing.”

“What?”

“…How am I gonna fire arrows and hold up the lens of truth at the same time?”

“I’ll be your eyes for this fight…strictly speaking I shouldn’t but technically…all I’m doing is guiding you.”

“…Right.”

“Ok. Go.”

“No goodbye kiss?”

“I’m coming with you.” Sheik stated, exasperated

“But still…”

“If you move now, I’ll give you more of a reward than just a kiss later.”

Link stared at Sheik for a moment and grinned. “Incentive is restored.”

He unslung the bow from his back before grabbing Sheik by the hand and jumping straight down the passage.

Link grimaced as he noticed it was lined with skulls…and then he was hitting the floor heavily…and bouncing back up. And hitting the floor again…and bouncing again.

The Hylian grunted as he finally came to rest on the floor, standing up and brushing himself of, wincing, knowing that his chest was bruising even as he looked around for…

“How the hell did you get there?!”

Sheik was standing on the side of the raised platform.

“I landed on my feet.”

But despite the fact the words were addressed to Link, he didn’t look at him as he spoke them, his eyes locked instead on…a pair of large purple hands.

The flesh on the bony structures was mottled, as if starting to rot on the bone, the fingers drumming gently on the surface of the platform, making Link jump with every shockwave as the drumming fingers became drumming hands.

“I’m supposed to fight a pair of giant hands?!”

“Remember that there are things you can’t see! It has a body; its weak point will be its eye. Target the hands first to take them out and then I’ll guide you to the eye!”

A hand slammed into the thick canvas surface of the drum they were standing on, sending Link hurtling into the air before slamming back into the ‘ground’.

Sheik sprinted around the edge to stand behind Link, putting out a hand to steady him.

Link staggered upright, backing up until he was standing on the rim of the platform with Sheik, arrow nocked to the bow string.

It released with a whistle, puncturing the right hand, the injured limb balling and retracting in pain, the left one disappearing from sight.

Link jerked his head up. “Move!”

He dived to the side, barely avoiding the hand as it slammed into the floor, but an arrow was already nocked, ready to fire the second the palm came into view.

The hand lifted. The arrow flew.

“Twelve a clock! Fire!” Sheik cried at him from Link’s left and he did so, hearing that bizarre warbling cry he had heard in the village come from…which direction.

“One o’clock!”

He ran drawing the Master Sword.

“Hit it!”

He leapt, swiping the sword downwards, feeling resistance beneath the blade even as he pulled it away to slash at again and again.

And then the resistance was gone.

“It’s moved away; get back to the side-lines!” Link ran as fast as he could, sheathing the sword even as he swapped to the bow, panting, able to see the rim of the platform…and then there was a shadow over him, growing darker…and Link looked up.

Cold, slimy flesh struck him, pounding him into the floor…and from the weight of the digits he was trapped under, it was a good job that only the fingers had caught him.

The hand retreated, the other lifting, preparing for an attack.

“Get up!”

“Yeah I’d do that but I’m paralysed with pain…” Link coughed, clambering to his feet. “…and island rhythms!”

“Six o’clock.”

He spun, fired before he even registered the move, targeting the other hovering nearby in seconds.

“Seven.”

He fired, ran, slashed, Sheik standing next to him now.

On and on, the battle repeated and Link found himself slowing, his movements growing unsure as he fought an enemy he couldn’t see.

“Sheik! This isn’t working!”

He fired another arrow at Sheik’s instruction, knowing it had gone wide of the mark.

“All you have to do is learn to see the truth!”

“Easier said than…”

A flash of red in the corner of his eye.

“You can see it can’t you?”

Link nodded.

“Then go. You can do this.”

Arrow after arrow was fired in rhythm to the beat the creature was setting…and it proved to be its downfall as Link leapt high and plunged the sword into the bulbous red eye.

It groaned, reared back before pounding into the surface, losing all sense of rhythm as Link pelted away from it, he and Sheik huddling near the edge of the platform, trying to keep their balance so they didn’t topple into the acid below.

The creature slammed its hands frantically into the drum, main body trembling, swinging from hand to hand as the beat began to slow.

Red eye faded to black as it sank onto the surface, form dispersing into pools of black liquid that poured over the surface of the drum, boiling as it dripped into acid and evaporated until there was no trace that it had ever existed.

Link scratched the crown of his head as the familiar blue portal appeared, ready to take them to the chamber of the sages.

“It’s over…Bongo Bongo is finally dead, for good.” Sheik breathed.

“Bongo Bongo?” An eyebrow quirked and Sheik shrugged.

“I didn’t name it.”

“I wish I could name these things sometimes…like…this would be ‘Annoying, drum beating, body crushing, island rhythm creating creature from the dark abyss…Chester!”

“…I’m glad you weren’t around when they were named.”

Link shrugged “Yeah. Well…just be glad that we can’t actually have kids in this relationship…”

“And in that case I hope you never want to adopt a child.”

The Hylian grinned. “Bit early to be thinking of that anyway.” He turned, picking up an arrow that had survived from the floor as he walked towards the portal. He stopped at the edge and turned to look back at Sheik, still standing over the other side of the drum.

“Sheik…loitering back there won’t change anything. We have to go.” He extended a hand towards his partner and grudgingly, the Sheikah trudged forwards.

“I…”

“You’re about to lose someone important to you…I know,” fingers entwined as the younger blonde met the older “…but I’ve been through it too, and I made it through and you will too. Because you’re stronger than me.”

Sheik snorted.

“Sheik…stop filling the inside of your mask up with snot and come with me.”

A weak smile flitted over concealed lips and with a nod, Sheik stepped into the light.

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It was peaceful here, Link thought, in the Chamber of the Sages, they were safe from the monsters of the world…and yet despite the tranquil surroundings and the knowledge they were safe from physical harm, Link still felt jittery.

They were safe from the outside world…they weren’t safe from the judgement of the sages or the people and while it was true that he and Sheik had given nothing away about the status of their relationship, he had a feeling that somehow Impa would know.

Link guessed Sheik thought so too, for he had dropped his hand and taken a couple of steps back from the purple pedestal they were facing, as if he could hide behind Link.

The figure of Impa materialised from the pedestal, rising through a seemingly solid surface. Despite the fact Link had seen this and herbefore, he still jerked at the sight of her.

She was really quite an…eye-catching individual and he was pretty sure that that outfit with that chest wasn’t a good combination.

Red eyes tinged with brown locked onto Link before straying to Sheik. They quickly turned back to Link as if she didn’t wish to acknowledge the other Sheikah.

“The boy with the noble Zelda’s Ocarina…As I expected you have come. But not without aid I see.”

Link nodded “I’m allowed to have a guide aren’t I?”

“Indeed. I’m sure you remember me…I am Impa of the Sheikah, Princess Zelda’s caretaker and the Sage of the Shadow Temple...and we Sheikah have served the Royal Family of Hyrule.” She seemed to put stress on the words ‘royal family’

“From generation to generation. As attendants.” Link finished and the sage nodded

Her eyes strayed to Sheik again.

“When last I saw you as the Princess and I fled Hyrule castle you were just a lad…now you’ve grown into a fine hero.”

“Not without help.”

She nodded, as if understanding exactly what he meant. “I ask you now to go to Zelda’s side and protect her on my behalf. I lend you my power in this medallion.”

The disc materialised, dropping into Link’s hands and he looked it over.

“Sheik…Aknesnon…” Pure red eyes flicked up to meet hers and darkened at the word.

Link watched quietly as the Sheikah spoke quietly in their secretive language, only able to guess at what they were saying from the vague gestures and body language between them.

There wasn’t even any intonation in their voices as words tumbled from lips, the language fast and sleek, undertones of darkness running like a current beneath a closed exterior.

Why did everything pertaining the Sheikah represent them so clearly?

The thought snapped suddenly and Link focused on Sheik as he took a step back, eyebrows furrowed, though whether in anger or upset, he couldn’t tell.

Impa stood on the medallion podium, head turned away slightly as if she were ashamed by what she was saying to him.

She turned back, looking between Link and Sheik, noting the Hylian’s worried look, drawing her own conclusions from that...and she lifted her head, lips parting as she realised the situation.

Impa called Sheik’s attention back to her, receiving an almost sulky glance from the younger shadow warrior as she began to speak to him, the words slower, softer…pleading.

Lowering his head, Sheik nodded courteously, his eyes meeting Link’s as he nodded, as if sealing some terrible fate.

“I’ll see you again sometime…and I’ll be watching. Link…Sheik…save Hyrule. Make us proud.”

Blue encased them before either man could make a response.

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He thudded heavily down onto…something, the blue light dumping Link unceremoniously onto a hard surface in a dizzying blur of blue.

Sheik followed a second later, flumping on top of the Hylian as he was dropped from the sky.

He met Link’s eyes before crawling off him silently.

“Where?…oh…That’s helpful.” Link stood, brushing himself down as he looked around Kakariko village from the new vantage point…atop Impa’s house.

Sheik looked over to him making a quiet noise of agreement that seemed entirely non-committal.

Link frowned, biting his lower lip in concern for the Sheikah, not knowing how to act around him given the situation. It was hard to lose someone you love, even if you wouldn’t admit that you love them, and Link was unsure as to whether Sheik really knew how to deal with the loss of someone he cared for that much.

Scratching his head, he regarded the Sheikah surreptitiously. Their roles in the relationship had suddenly been turned on their heads…Sheik needed guidance…but Link didn’t know if he could even provide that. He supposed the first thing to do would be…to get off the damned roof, considering one of the Hylian twins that was constantly arguing with his brother was now pointing frantically and shouting at anyone who would listen about the two men that had ‘dropped-from-the-sky-surrounded-by-a-blue-light-and-are-now-standing-on-a-rooftop’.

Grimacing, Link cautiously stepped over to Sheik.

“I don’t know about you,” he began, trying to keep his voice breezy as if nothing had happened “but I think that we should avoid that guy…and get off this roof before anyone actually pays attention to him.”

Sheik nodded and wordlessly lowered himself to slide down the roof dropping of the edge and landing on the floor neatly.

Link followed, tumbling from the roof in a less than controlled and dignified way before heading for the partially concealed staircase that led to the plateau they lived in. He reached the steps and stopped looking back at Sheik who was staring at the house.

He seemed to realise that he was being watched and nodded to Link, following slowly, gait slightly less confident than usual. Less fluid.

Link placed a hand against the small of Sheik’s back in an attempt to comfort and guide the other man, but the shadow warrior pulled away as fingers ghosted against his back.

The Hylian frowned and Sheik caught his gaze, giving him an apologetic look but shaking his head nevertheless, making it clear that he wanted to be alone.

Smiling uneasily in a sign that he understood, Link walked ahead, listening for Sheik’s footsteps. There were none for a moment or two and Link was well aware that he was looking at Impa’s house.

Eventually, there were quiet taps of feet against stone and Link knew Sheik was following, at the very least. Shaking his head to himself he kept walking, ahead of the Sheikah as they both made their way home, separately.

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Sheik sat on his usual perch, staring out over the lake and its surrounding scenery, oblivious to everything except his own thoughts. That and Link’s occasional visits to him to ensure his welfare.

He had shut himself off from Link fully as soon as they had reached the plateau, heading straight for his usual haunt so that he could think.

So that’s what he had done all day since returning from the temple. Sat and thought. Nothing more, nothing less.

It had been roughly noon when they had returned. The sky was beginning to grow dusky now.

A clack of metal from below filtered into his mind and for the first time in what had to be seven or eight hours, he turned and looked at what was going on.

Link was shutting the horses in for the night, sliding the stiff bolts into place before checking the upper doors were open to ensure the horses had fresh air throughout the night.

The Hylian turned from the stables, passing below the tree Sheik was perched in and heading for the house, when he stopped and turned, catching Sheik’s eye.

“You should come in soon,” he advised softly “…I’ll be inside if you need me.”

And he turned away again, heading for the cottage and disappearing inside.

Sheik mulled over Link’s words, stretching stiff limbs.

‘…if you need me…’

The Hylian clearly had no idea how much Sheik needed him right now, how much he needed to be reassured after such a loss.

There. He admitted it. He’d lost someone he loved but…how could he not care for his own Aunt? Especially considering the fact that she had raised him following his parent’s death…he hadn’t even been named when they were killed.

Hence the fact that he was now known as ‘Sheik’. Only the parents of a child had the right to name him, in the Sheikah’s eyes…and anyone who had the misfortune to not be named would be nameless for the rest of their life.

He was only referred to as ‘Sheik’ out of necessity. Because Hylian’s couldn’t understand that someone didn’t have a name.

‘Aknesnon’ as Impa had called him, was the most neutral term she could use for him whilst speaking in the shadow tongue. It meant simply ‘Nameless Shadow’.

Exhaling slowly, Sheik scanned the area before looking back to the house, noting the bedroom window illuminated with a gentle yellow light…presumably from the oil lamp Link had in the bedroom.

He had to face Link sometime…although ‘face him’ was far too negative a term…it was just that Link would want him to talk and open up…and if there was one thing that Sheik was not good at doing it was that.

He didn’t understand it fully…he had admitted to Link that he loved him, poured his soul out to him, why couldn’t he let any other emotion out?

He watched as Link’s silhouette came into view through the window and Sheik frowned, knowing how worried Link was about him. It wasn’t right for him to shut his lover out like that.

Biting his lip, he dropped slowly from the tree and headed for the house.

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Link looked up from the book he was reading at the sound of the door opening, and placed it aside quietly before standing up and moving to the curtain covered door of the bedroom.

Sheik was standing in the kitchen, looking uncertain, uncomfortable in his own home.

Link stood aside from the door, and the Sheikah slowly nodded walking into the bedroom and brushing past Link to sit on the bed. Cautiously, the Hylian joined him.

“…She’s my aunt.” Sheik murmured eventually, making Link start after the imposing silence.

“Well, I’d kind of figured she was some relation to you.”

“That obvious?”

“...No…just, there were some similarities between the two of you.”

Sheik didn’t respond immediately. “…I…shouldn’t be feeling like this.” He stated, drawing his legs up to his chest, kicking off his footwear as he did, resting his chin atop his knees.

Hesitantly, Link rested a hand on the Sheikah’s shoulder, relieved when the other man didn’t shrug it off. Rather, he leaned into the touch, encouraging Link to slip his arms around his waist

“Why? Because you’re a Sheikah?”

A nod.

Link shrugged. “You’re still a person.”

“Not according to my race.”

“Well according to me you are, and I’m the more authoritive power here.”

Against all odds, Sheik chuckled.

“Don’t ever let anyone what you can and cannot do, Sheik. I don’t wanna see you used like that…I love you far too much for that.”

Sheik leaned back and shifted suddenly, curling into Link’s embrace, tugging the mask he had been wearing since they left the temple down.

“I know." He whispered, craning his head back, allowing Link access to kiss him gently.

The Hylian did so, caressing Sheik’s lips gently, causing Sheik to open his mouth, his tongue slipping into Link’s mouth, deepening the kiss.

“Link…”

The elder blonde’s hands shifted to a slim waist, thumbs rubbing gently through cloth, comforting with motions when words couldn’t.

“Link,” he repeated.

“Hmm?”

“Show me?”

A hand released his waist moving to grasp his own, fingers entwining. Sheik looked down at their entwined hands, lifting them slowly, placing a kiss on the back of Link’s bare hand.

“That I won’t leave you?” Link asked, watching as Sheik kissed down the length of his fingers. A shallow nod followed and Link reached out with his other hand to lift Sheik’s chin, making the Sheikah meet his eyes.

“I won’t…ever. I promise.”

Sheik shifted, kneeling in front of Link on the bed, pressing the length of his torso against Link’s.

“I trust you.”

Lips met lips again as freeing hands found purchase on each other’s bodies, caressing again through clothing.

Sheik pulled away abruptly, making Link make a noise of protest, his mouth opening to form words of comfort…until he noticed Sheik removing the bandages on his arms and hands, protective gauntlets falling away as bandages released them.

Tanned hands were cupping a pale face and neck in a second, lips connecting again and Link lifted his hand to tug at the cloth draped over Sheik’s chest and shoulders. The Sheikah shed it without a second though, slowly pulling away his tight garb in layers, exposing more and more of himself to his lover.

Link nipped at his jaw, brushing locks of blonde out of the way as he made his way up to the tip of a slightly pointed ear while hands pressed firmly against a hardened, bandaged chest. Sheik’s own deft hands were working at Link’s belt, unbuckling it and dropping it to the floor beside the bed before laying his hands on the Hylian’s white clad thighs, running up beneath the tunic and ghosting over hips to slide the green fabric up his torso. Link broke away from kissing Sheik’s jaw, allowing him to pull the fabric over his head.

And then the Sheikah’s mouth was on his jaw, mouthing the joint between ear and jar, running down slowly, hands working at the laces holding the collar of Link’s white undershirt closed, loosening them to reveal the pale skin of Link’s throat and he found himself drawn to that throat, the knot of his Adam’s apple.

Link tilted his head back at the slow gnaw, allowing his lover better access as his own hands tightened at Sheik’s waist, paralysed to all else at the sensations. His breathing was becoming heavier, matching Sheik’s, body temperature rising quickly as he hardened under the ministrations. He found his hands pulling himself out of his shirt, allowing Sheik to roam his torso freely.

Sheik pulled his hands up to Link’s shoulder s, resting there as they shifted positions in mutual agreement, Link pulling back to rest against the pulls of the bed, stretching himself out….and Sheik clambered atop him, straddling as he guided Link’s hands to a loose edge of the bandages wrapped around his chest, showing him how to slide his hands under to loosen all the bindings at once so they could be lifted over his head. The Sheikah allowed Link to slide the wrappings off, his own fingers catching the edge of the turban that kept his hair out of the way and tugging at it.

Link stared, a delighted grin forming on his face as Sheik’s hair fell from its restraints in a cascade of gold and he sat up to run his hands through the long locks, caressing the Sheikah’s scalp slightly as he followed it from root to nipple length tip in one hand.

Sheik tilted his head back as Link’s fingers ran gently through his hair, eyes closing. His own hands were tugging at the hem of the skin-tight blue shirt he wore, pulling it up his abdomen. Link’s free hand was helping a second later; the other tangling is Sheik’s hair as he brought them together to kiss again.

The second the material was fully off, Sheik found his partner kissing at his chest, hands roaming his body before he leant back to admire the exposed torso fully.

The shadow warrior was built so differently from the Hylian; his skin tanned a rich gold, his shoulders narrower, entire build smaller, compact. But the muscle was there, pulled taut over bone, stretched under skin, firm and flexed. The hero leaned forwards, tongue running over a body that was all lithe, firm muscle and sinew.

Sheik lowered his body against Lin’s, lying atop him, allowing torsos to meet…and the young men gasped at the felling of heated flesh against heated flesh, hips rubbing in response as they sank onto the bed fully.

Link flipped them suddenly so the positions were reversed, his pelvis grinding maddeningly against the Sheikah’s as fingers toyed at the waist band of blue leggings.

“Can…I?” he kissed gently at Sheik’ collarbones, sucking at the hollow between them, afraid to make a move that was too bold, wanting to keep the pace slow and sensual, reminded suddenly of the fact tat they had never been further than this stage before.

Sheik’s hands found his as she leaned up to kiss Link’s lips fully.

“You don’t have to ask…” he whispered, feeling Link sliding slinky material down his thighs at the permission. His hands helping. Sheik slid his legs free of the garment, throwing it to the side. He bucked his hips suddenly, eyes widening as Link’s warm hand ghosted over his exposed member.

“Link…this…”

“Too fast?” The hand retreated before Sheik caught it, lying it against him again. He shook his head.

“I was going to say…” he panted “this isn’t fair.” Sheik gestured to Link’s white clad legs.

“I think we can rectify that.” Link whispered huskily into Sheik’s ear, grinning as the other man slid off white leggings and thin black under shorts together until they were both fully naked, lying against each other and just feeling.

Link panted, head falling against Sheik’s neck, nuzzling the flesh as hips started rubbing again while Sheik’s hand roamed over his back, lower and lower until they were cupping his backside, his entire body sliding lower as lips coursed down a muscled abdomen to hips and beyond, fingers sliding around to follow the sharp ‘v’ of muscles directing him lower.

Link gasped, bucked, writhed, breath hitching in his throat as warmth engulfed him and he let out a deep groan at the sensation, the sound forced past lips.

Hands curled in sheets as Sheik worshipped him, hips bucking until hands steadied them as he increased his pace.

“Sheik…I’m not gonna last if you keep..”

Mouth pulled away the second the words were forced out, almost painfully.

Link grunted at the loss of that warmth.

“Why did I just say that?” he asked his lover ash the other blonde slid up the sheets to meet him.

“Because I have something better for you.” Sheik stated, hands tugging down at Link’s shoulders, pulling his body on top of him as both panted. Sweat ran down temples and jaws, dripping onto sheets and flesh as Sheik lifted his legs to wrap about Link’s waist.

Blue eyes widened.

“Are you sure?”

Sheik nodded.

“Won’t it…hurt?”

Sheik shrugged “Probably, I don’t care. I need you, in me…now.”

Hands grasped at buttocks, pulling Link down into a suitable position. Pale hands slipped down to hips, feeling and exploring as he settled himself inside his lover.

Sheik’s back arched at the entrance, eyes widenening, hands clamping at Link’s skin as the Hylian held himself still, letting the other man adjust to him.

“Move.” Sheik gasped out.

“You sure?”

“For Gods sake Link! If you don’t move I’ll castrate you when this is over.”

“Way to break the mood.” Link commented, sinking forwards into his partner slowly, grinning at the gasp the move elicited. And then Sheik bucked back against him, driving him deeper.

The Hylian gritted his teeth as he drew out again before plunging back in building a rhythm as Sheik clung to him, gasping and arching.

Outside, the horses in stable snorted, as if understanding the noises coming from their masters and sniggering at their behaviour as the moon rose high into the night sky.
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