Author's Note: I kind of feel like there's not a lot of plot in this chapter, but oh well.

~Chapter Eleven~

Finals meant it was already late fall on Death Mountain, which meant the whether was cold. Being December it could almost be called winter. So that morning Sheik had decided to wear a ushanka to school. It was white wolfos fur, soft all over with flaps to keep his ears warm, and it made him incredibly easy to spot. Everyone else was wearing monotone color beanies in black or navy blues, or no hats at all, so all Link had to do was look for the one head adorned in fluffy white fur. And lo-and-behold there was his boyfriend, sitting on a bench on the side of the square, oblivious to Link's approach.

"You know I could scare you if I wanted to," Link said when he came up behind the other and ran his fingers through the fur.

Sheik still jumped a little from the warning but was smiling anyway when he leaned his head back to look at Link. "I waited an hour for you and you would actually scare me?"

He smiled as he swung a leg over the bench and sat too. "I said could, not would."

"Hm, I was startled but I supposed I can forgive you," Sheik smiled, then leaned in and kissed him. It was chaste by their usual standards, but Link blushed anyway. He was always more shy in public. "Mm, cute," Sheik murmured and kissed him again, far more deeply. It tightened things low in Link's body, making him shift closer and momentarily forget his awkwardness.

But then Sheik pulled away, a smirk on his face. "I love that you forget we're in public for me. But we've developed a bit of an audience."

Link looked around and turned deep red when he realized it was true. Most everyone didn't pay them any mind, but a couple younger girls, likely highschoolers touring colleges, were gawking. They giggled and scurried away when the saw they were caught, but Link was still several shades of red. Sheik smiled at him fondly. "You want to head home?" the fur-adorned man asked.

"Yes please," he said with a breathless laugh.

They made their way unhurriedly down the mountain, fingers laced together, talking about their days. Sheik's tests for the day went off without a hitch and he expected to pass with flying colours. But he had two more classes left to do in the next two days, one he was a bit unsure of, so they'd see how things would go. Link's finals had all been on the same day, so he was done but still had to wait for the results. It would be another week before final grades were posted to transcripts, so they'd have to wait and suffer until then. But they both expected to at least pass.

By the time they'd made it home, at their somewhat slower pace, the sky was turning a deep shade of mauve. They went to their separate apartments first, Link had to drop of his bag and change into clothes that didn't have the day on them. He was quick though, so Sheik was still preping everything for dinner. "You need any help?"

Sheik glanced over his should and smiled. "No, thanks. I'm just doing something simple tonight. No help needed here. You're night to pick what we watch though."

Link nodded and flopped onto the couch. He decided to check if anything were on TV first before going through the disks, and ended up finding a drama he'd seen before and liked. It hadn't started yet and was on a commercial free station so he figured it was as good a choice as any and flicked to the channel. Not long after Sheik brought out two plates of food and curled next to him on the couch. It was perfect timing, the opening credits began rolling almost as soon as they were settled in, and Sheik was instantly engrossed. He ate with his eyes locked on the screen, only briefly looking away to smile at Link when he later took the empty plates into the kitchen to do the dishes.

When he came back to the living room he found Sheik with his feet propped up and a pillow on his lap. He had removed the tie from his hair now that they were done eating, and his hair had grown long enough to brush against his shoulders in spots.

They'd developed a ritual over time. Sheik would cook dinner, they alternated nights with who picked what they watched, then they ate and Link would clean everything up. When he got back Sheik would have his favorite watching position ready, pillow on his lap so Link could lay down and rest his head.

Eventually Sheik's fingers found their way to his scalp. He loved the feel of Sheik's hands running through his hair, the absentminded toying was the best indicator for whether or not he was enjoying a movie. Link smiled up at him, happy that he'd been able to pick something interesting.

Link however quickly lost interest in the movie, he'd just seen it one too many times, and it was easy to find another way to entertain himself. Sheik's stomach was inches from his face, and it was like hard candy, delicious and wonderful to the tongue. So he turned his face into it, nuzzling for a bit until he pulled the fabric up and lips met skin. Sheik flinched a bit, startled, but kept his eyes on the screen. He'd never seen the movie and was genuinely interested in the plot, so Link was left to his own entertainment for a little longer. He licked around the belly button, the one he still thought was absolutely perfect, then down to the hem of his silky basketball shorts. They rode low, ending far enough down that a small bit of golden hair was visible, and Link licked all the way to it. And just that small promise of things to come made muscles tighten, on both of them. "I am watching this you know," Sheik murmured, but he didn't sound terribly bothered.

Link pulled away enough to say, "Keep watching, I don't mind," before moving back up and nudging the shirt higher. He put a hand on the cushion next to them so he could sit up to reach more and cupped a hand around Sheik's rib cage. He brought his mouth to a nipple and ran his lips over it. Just lips, a light simple touch, but it made the other take a sharp breath through his nose and let it out slow. He must really like the movie.

So Link made it his job to distract him. Slowly though. He circled the areola with his tongue, enjoying the texture as the delicate skin reacted. He licked the nipple teasingly several times before returning to circling, but Sheik's heart rate picked up and he knew the desired effect had been achieved. Encouraged, he closed his lips over it and sucked gently and dragged his nails over skin, just hard enough to excite.

At that Sheik gave an honest gasp, breath shuddering on the way out. Link flicked his eyes up to catch a glimpse of his face, and he was caught. Sheik was watching him, red eyes hooded and lips glistening from where he'd licked them. If Link hadn't already been painfully hard the sight would have done it instantly, and he groaned, taking his mouth away from skin so he could take a deep breath. Sheik ran his hand up the side of his neck until his fingers tightened in ashy blonde hair. They met halfway, but instead of kissing him like he'd expected, Sheik bent his head sideways and bared his neck, sinking his teeth into taught skin until Link made a noise that was nearly a whimper. He liked being bitten though, and it ended all desire to tease any more.

They kissed, deep and long, slow to build, but they had to break to breath. In the pause Link pushed his hand into Sheik's shorts and pulled him out. His head dropped back on the couch for a moment, then he grabbed Link by the hair at the base of his head again and pressed their mouths together quickly before pushing away and standing. He went for the bedroom.

In the past Link would have been worried by the sudden departure, but now he relished it as a sign of Sheik's excitement, knowing that he was simply too excited to excuse himself. And he was back in an instant. He'd shimmied out of the shorts and ripped his shirt off on the way, so when he came back to Link, naked except for a bottle in his hand and shaggy hair hanging around his shoulders, he couldn't think of anything else in the world he'd want more.

Things escalated quickly after that, and in the aroused haze Link ended up bent over the coffee table, Sheik behind him slowly pumping fingers in and out. Link kept his cheek pressed against the smooth surface and gripped the edge, making noises shamelessly. Sheik had a hand on his back, holding him down so he couldn't move of his own accord, and the angle was too awkward to touch himself. So he was left panting, moaning and constantly on the edge of orgasm. It was made worse by the fact the Sheik had brought him once already with his mouth, he'd dropped down to his knees and gone to work after coming back with the lube. So Link had had to build back up first. But now that he was close everything the man behind him did was just shy of enough. He couldn't quite get off and it was maddening.

But Sheik must have reached his own breaking point, because then he deliberately changed the angle of his fingers, and every move brushed against that bundle of nerves, making Link cry out until he finally burst. It was like everything snapped, and the recoil tightened his body so he lifted off the table, and he couldn't tell if his scream had sound or not. Then he collapsed boneless, and simply let his weight drape across the surface.

When he finally felt back in his body he smiled and hummed. Sheik was rubbing his back in slow circles with one hand, the other brushing up and down his thigh. "You want to try for a third?" he asked after a minute of this.

"Oh god yes," he groaned in response, shifting his shoulder blades to get more comfortable. The things Sheik could do were absolutely addictive, even if he'd be exhausted when it was over.

Sheik hadn't given himself any attention yet so he was all too excited by Link's ready reply. He positioned himself right, and without need for any more prep, began to ease inside. He loved taking it slow after Link orgasmed, the sporadic tightness of his muscles trying to draw him in was bliss. Then his pelvis rested against flushed skin and he sighed, pressing a little deeper for a moment before pulling out just as slowly. Link made a sound somewhere near a growl though. "No slow," he pleaded.

"I like slow," Sheik breathed, pausing at the end of himself just to frustrate Link. When he'd finally earned a frustrated huff he snapped his hips forward, catching him off guard. Link yelped, but the sound faded into a moan when Sheik kept up a steady rhythm. And then all he could do was hold on as the golden blonde let loose, finally taking out his built up need. It wasn't rough, or jarring, but all fluid force. Even water could be powerful, and Sheik was able to reach a movement that barely made any noise when their skin so briefly touched, but managed to leave Link as breathless as if he'd been fucked hard and rough.

Then there was a pause, abrupt and startling. Link half turned around and looked over his shoulder to find Sheik pulled out all the way, holding onto the base of himself, eyes closed and lips parted. After a moment he sighed and opened his eyes, smiling a little when he met Link's gaze. "Almost lost it," he laughed, then went straight back in. He grabbed Link by the hips and hitched him up a little higher, changing the angle so he could more easily hit prostate, and went back to his same pace.

Link had a moment to be amazed at how Sheik could move, its was like some kind of private dance that only he'd get to see. Or at least feel. But with the new angle the familiar weight of relief was already building again and it was all he could focus on. Then Sheik added in a new movement, grinding in a small circular move at the end of each thrust, and it was too much.

Link gasped and pushed back as he came, dragging his nails across the wood of the table hard enough to leave light scratches. He pushed Sheik back so his ass was against the couch, forcing him in as deep as he could go in this position. The final move brought Sheik too and he grabbed Link's waist, wrapping and arm around his stomach and leaning forward over his back. And all either of them could do was breath and hold on while they were both blind to the world.

Eventually, when they both cared to move again, Sheik eased himself out and sprawled against the couch next to Link, who'd collapsed on the floor the second he didn't have anything keeping his hips up. The blonde against the couch had started laughing to himself, and Link couldn't help but grin too. He was a little giddy after everything. "What are you laughing at?" he asked.

Sheik lifted his head off the couch, then smiled and shook it. "Nothing funny, I guess, I'm just happy. Amused, yes, but its mostly happy."

"Hm, about what?" he yawned. Link wasn't in the mood to be suspicious, so he sat up and moved to lean against the other's shoulder instead, cuddling as much as his exhausted body would allow.

Sheik arched an eyebrow, then looked away and smiled to himself. He thought for a moment, then simply said, "You said you love me." He glanced back. "When you came."

In the months they'd been dating they'd never actually said that to eachother, so it was somewhat significant, but not unexpected. Link was just surprised about how it came out. "Well...uhm..." He didn't remember saying it really, no matter how hard he tried to remember. He said as much. "It's not untrue though, I do love you."

"I know, the neighbors know too. You were pretty loud about it," Sheik teased. But his face sobered and he smiled fondly. "I love you too."

But then things began to dry and stick, and it ruined the moment. So they shared a shower, where things got a little off track for a while, before burrowing down in bed, wrapped around eachother. Its was still early, but they were content to lie there and just be, and for long stretches they didn't speak, there was no need to. Eventually Link found himself between Sheik's legs, cheek resting on his stomach, listening to him breath and the faint sound of his heart. Sheik was petting the hair away from his face, movements slow and relaxed.

Then his voice came, soft and content. "Would you like to move in with me?"

Link lifted his head and looked up. "What do you mean? I pretty much already live here."

"I know, but at the end of the day you still have to go next door to change or drop your things off." Sheik grinned. "All we'd be doing is cutting out the middle step."

"Hm, very true." He put his head back down on his stomach. "Are you sure you want me to?"

Sheik chuckled. "Link, I think you'd know by now if I didn't want you here. And I wouldn't ask if I didn't want it."

"Also true." He sighed and frowned, rubbing his cheek against Sheik's stomach. "I've just never lived with someone I'm dating."

"Its up to you at this point, just know that I do want you here."

Link pushed himself up then and perched over the other on all fours. "I'd need more than just a dresser drawer for my things you know."

"No shit," Sheik laughed. "I'm not telling you to get rid of anything. We'll figure out how to rearrange everything once you've actually said yes."

Link looked at him for a moment, trying to weigh the options honestly, but the only one that really seemed any good was to move in. Now that the offer was on the table it was all he wanted to do. "I'd love to."

Sheik beamed. "That's great," he said as Link bent down and kissed him. "I only have the one test tomorrow, so I should be done early. How about then?"

Link smiled. "Sounds like a plan."

Author's Note: Its so fluffy it makes me want to vomit ^-^ Chapter thirteen is almost done, so I'll post that as soon as I get some written on fourteen.