"Ah..." The red-eyed boy whimpered. Strong, calloused hands slowly crept their way up a bare, naturally tanned stomach and abs. The fingers lightly brushed the buds on this chest, causing a whimper to escape the owner's lips.

His body was on fire, yet at the same time a chill reached and grabbed ahold his chest. The hand that had yet to stop exploring softly traced the scar that ran down the boy's left cheek. Hot breath tickled his jaw, slowly moving towards the his neck, where lips brushed against the sensitive skin.

"I love you, Sheik..." a husky voice whispered in his ear...

Sheik gasped as he shot up quickly from the bed. The pillow that held his head was drenched in sweat from his sleep. He grabbed his chest, a slight pain running through it. He took a few deep breaths to calm the now dull throbbing.

How many nights now had he been having these dreams? Sheik looked down at his naked body noticing that he had a... little problem. Grumbling, he got up and made his way to the washroom adjoining his bedroom and took the bucket by the door. He pumped the water into it from the pipes that ran from Lake Hylia.

Usually, Sheik's nights consisted of a dreamless slumber. He hardly ever dreamed, and yet at night recently, the only thing that went through his mind while he slept was this faceless man. And even better, he always woke up with a pain in his chest. A pain where, despite the pleasure of his dreams, told him that something was wrong.

One night he'd be sitting by a fire in his dream with this man talking- yet Sheik could never remember about what when he woke- and the next... Well you can tell where they sometimes lead to.

It was always the same man. He could never see his face, but he knew that he knew this person. Yet, at the same time he knew something was off about it.

Regardless, it was only a dream and given what day it was, the red-eyed man didn't have time worry about it.

He began to wash his body as he tried to shake the memories of his dream. As much as he tried to ignore it, his arousal was as ready as it will ever be. He wasn't attracted to men, so why did this faceless man arouse him so much?

Sheik took the whole bucket of cold water, and dumped it over himself, cringing as his body temperature -and other things- dropped. Today was not a day to worry about petty things, as the Sheikah boy had a duty to uphold. It was the day that would change his life as he knew it.

Grabbing the nearest towel, he stood and walked over to the window in his room, gazing out across Hyrule field at the rising sun. He sighed audibly, the sound echoing in the tiny, otherwise silent room.

If only he could spend his time watching the sun rise, his favorite time of the day. But because of his duty, he must leave the comfort and calmness of the morning sun and take on his role. The role of the Hero of Time's guide and guardian.