I don't own The Legend of Zelda, it's characters, places, etc etc. I just like to borrow from time to time and make them do dirty things in my closet...
Comments and constructive criticism make me happy in the pants. So please do.
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His room at the Kakariko Inn wasn't all that unusual. It was small sure, but Sheik had never been one for extravagant space, and it was probably the closest thing to home he would ever call something. The few articles of clothing strewn about were nothing special either, unless you counted the green tunic draped haphazardly over a chair. And if one were to look closely, they would notice the ornate and obviously Hylian shield propped beside the door, just covering the beginnings of an equally well-known sword hilt. Sheik frowned from his position by the window, turning back towards the bed. Perhaps the thing most disconcerting was there, a naked strip of thigh peeking out from under mussed blankets, the smooth curve of a shoulder into a well-toned arm, and the head of dirty blonde hair, free for once of that silly green cap.
He couldn't even say he'd been drunk, because he'd barely touched his glass. The same could not be said for the other man though, and that, that was bad. They'd been acquaintances, allies for the same side, warriors with a similar agenda. Not lovers. Not companions even. Sheik had given his aid when it was needed, and Link had done the rest. And when it was over with, Link had gravitated towards him, and Sheik hadn't minded. They both shared an unspoken understanding, they had both seen things no one else had, and they had done it alone. They both had their own demons. A strange sort of friendship had followed, neither of them ever saying much, or doing much more then simply being there. And somewhere along the line, Sheik had found that he'd started actively seeking out the company, instead of merely tolerating, and missing it when Link wasn't there. He didn't know when or how things had changed, and he wasn't particularly sure what he thought about it, but they'd been spending more and more time together, and Link's strangely timid grin had been directed towards him so many times it was burned into Sheik's memory. He hadn't known what to think about that, and he hadn't liked the way it made his stomach flip and his thoughts a little muddled.
When Link had kissed him outside the bar, he'd been too surprised to push him away, and his lips had been too soft and warm and perfect against his own. He wasn't even sure how they'd made it back to Sheik's room, or how Link had managed to strip them down so fast, and by then it was too late to go back, and he was far too aroused to even think of stopping.
There was a soft moan from the bed, and Sheik tensed, fidgeting uneasily as he turned his attention back to the waking blonde. He felt panic and guilt rising to the surface as cerulean eyes met his, waiting for the anger, resentment, something, and then Link smiled his ridiculously shy smile, and Sheik couldn't stop the color that rushed to his cheeks. A soft good morning, and the blonde shifted on the bed, patting the empty spot beside him and Sheik finally looked away, smiling nervously as he made his way back over, wondering if maybe Link wasn't so out of place after all.
