Chapter 25 - Premonition
Link had never felt so nervous in his life. Getting beat up and having bruises on his face was one thing, but pretending to be hurt was entirely another. Once any given person is hurt, they eventually heal and pain becomes a distant memory. He couldn't pretend he was hurt because he just didn't know how he would have actually felt.
Link decided instead of limping he'd go for supporting his 'hurt' arm instead. He received a few queer looks as he stumbled back into the cafeteria, pretending to look dazed. He kept cupping his arm until he rushed to sit back down with Saria and Sheik.
"Um, wow," was all Sheik could muster.
"It's the make-up, remember, Sheik?" Saria chided.
"That really does look painful though," Sheik murmured, gazing intently at the 'bruised' spots on Link's face.
"It hurts more pretending that I'm hurt than actually being hurt," Link commented softly, looking down at his lap.
Saria furrowed her brow, pursing her lips, and Sheik leaned back, gazing at Link in speculation.
"I don't really like being known as Dark's punching bag, you know?" Link explained himself. He sighed and angrily gazed across the cafeteria at the cool kid table. His eyes fluttered a moment, trying to flush away oncoming tears. Link was exhausted. "I'd rather this just all stop."
"Well, high school is over in less than a week, Link," Saria spoke sympathetically. "I'm sorry you feel this way, but rather than getting beaten up again as bad as last time, this seems to be the better choice."
Link shook his head sadly, but did agree. Saria was right. Absentmindedly, he glanced over at the table again to see Dark exuberantly talking about something to the rest of the group as Zelda sat quietly, looking miserable.
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In gym, the final class of the day, Link proceeded to convince Darunia that he needed to sit out and his gym teacher occasionally looked on in concern at Link. The blond gingerly watched the volleyball game, closing his one bruised eye in order to keep looking hurt. Once in a while, he caught the glances of some of his classmates—Ganondorf was amused, Dark and Zelda looked pained, whereas Sheik and Saria often gave looks of encouragement. The others just looked on with the same troubled gaze as Mr. Darunia was. All of it was shameful anyway.
When the day was over, the students exited the room to change and Link stayed behind. He waved off Sheik and Saria, telling them to get changed and come back to get him afterwards.
"Please don't call my parents," were the first words that escaped Link's desperate mouth.
The towering teacher looked on at Link wearily. The older man rested his hands on his hips. "What made you think I was going to do that?"
"Well, I know I've been having a rough time recently, and now I'm also beat up, so you probably think I'm struggling a lot," Link explained in a low voice. "Well, actually, things are the best they've been in a while."
"Considering your face, that doesn't sound right to me, Mr. Avalon," Mr. Darunia replied gruffly. He narrowed his stony eyes at the teenager.
"They are, trust me," Link urged, small but sincere smile on his face. "I'm figuring everything out. Things are going great."
Mr. Darunia looked on at Link closely, gazing all over the blond's face for any indication of struggle, and didn't find much of anything. Finally, his gym teacher nodded, grunting a little bit before exiting the gym and leaving Link to catch up with his friends.
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Sheik, Saria, and Link decided they wanted to go out for dinner and relax a little more before prom and exams coming up. Link suggested that he'd pick them up in his car since he was the furthest person from Main Street. Plans were set for five and they were well underway as Link rushed to do much of his homework before dinner time. Dark had still not arrived at his house for the day and it worried Link a little, but he didn't let the thought control his actions while he laid in bed and worked hard on his final paper for his Society class.
Suddenly, his phone went off, madly vibrating in his pocket. Link reached back in annoyance and slid the phone out of his pocket, flipping it open.
"Hello?" he asked softly, holding the phone against his face by using his shoulder. He continued scribbling his paper out madly, but no one had answered yet. "... Hello?"
"Hey, sorry, Link."
Link finally felt all the tension he didn't realize he had leave his body. His pencil stopped moving. It was Dark's cool voice. Link whispered in relief, "Hi, Dark. Where are you?"
"I just thought I'd hang out at home for a bit. What are you up to, love?"
Link was momentarily stunned by that nickname yet again and shook his head in order to find the words he was searching for. "W-why do you call me that? 'Love'?"
Dark's mouth clicked on the other line and he replied slowly, "... I'm... I'm not sure. Why...? Does it bother you? I can stop if it does."
It was the first petname that Dark sounded concerned about calling Link it. Dark showed no remorse deeming Link 'princess,' 'kid,' or 'idiot,' but he asked for Link's opinion on 'love'? Which clearly had no silly or negative connotation? And it honestly had made Link feel warm and fuzzy inside the second it first left Dark's lips? Link wanted to cry out of pure happiness.
"No, no! It doesn't bother me at all!" Link rapidly spoke, face burning so red. "I like it, actually. It just sounds foreign to you. It sounds like something you'd never say."
"Well, that's true, I guess! I haven't said it before. I feel like it just suits you. Anyway, what are you doing? How are you?"
Link was heating up as that was truly the loveliest nickname he'd ever officially received and Dark, of all people, called him that. It was clearly something that Dark wanted to keep calling Link now and that had Link overwhelmed with a ton of feelings. He rushed his hands up and down his face, phone then moving to his hand after he sat up. Link stood and his homework seemed lonely now as it laid out on his bed, unattended.
"I'm okay, I'm doing homework," Link said softly, crossing the room to look at himself in the full length mirror. He played with his hair, trying to smooth it out, but only ended up further ruffling it with his fingers. "Saria and Sheik want to go out for dinner at five. Do you want to come?"
Dark didn't answer for a moment, but when he did, Link's stomach dropped. "I probably shouldn't. After everything today..."
"What? Why?! Today went better than expected considering what could've happened!" Link argued measly.
"Link, I don't want to risk being with you in public at least until the summer. You being threatened in the last week of school really wasn't and still isn't on my agenda. And also, I'm exhausted. Speaking to people takes energy and lying to them exhausts me even more."
Link didn't expect these words to come out of his mouth, but they flew by aimlessly, "But I miss you."
"I miss you too," Dark murmured back; Link could feel Dark's smile through his words.
There was a moment of shared silence, and Link straightened out his t-shirt and jeans in front of the mirror. He could hear Dark's soft breathing with the phone against his ear and he longed for the other skinny teen to be here.
"You didn't come here because you didn't want to face me after all that?" Link asked sadly, and he crossed the room to sit back down on his bed, feet hanging off the bed.
"Yes. I knew you were hurt by it. I thought you'd want to be alone."
Link shook his head, smiling halfheartedly. "For this short amount of time, you know me too well. But you can at least come over until I leave for dinner?"
The blond heard a loud bang erupt from the other line.
"I'm already in the car," Dark spoke swiftly, and the dial tone scared Link's ear away from the phone.
Link hung up and smiled widely while he lay back on his bed.
Only a few minutes later, a knock on Link's bedroom door brought the blond to attention and he ignored his homework at once. He slid across the carpet to his door and as he opened it, Dark stood there, leaning against the frame looking so extremely hot wearing a leather jacket. Link brought Dark towards himself by wrapping his arms around the teen's neck and pulled Dark into a hug.
"I'm sorry," Link's muffled voice sounded.
"What're you sorry for?" Dark asked in amusement, wrapping his arms just as tightly around Link's lower back. "I know looking beat up frustrated you more than anything."
"Yeah, but you had to lie to all those people about how you beat me up," Link whispered in return, pushing his head hard against Dark's shoulder.
The skinnier teen slowly edged Link into his own room and he kicked the door shut behind him with his foot.
"That's a different story," Dark replied gently and cocked his head.
Link pulled his face back from Dark's shoulder and as he did, the raven haired teen brought his mouth to Link's, cautiously kissing him as an apology. Link's hands trailed up through Dark's hair, then tugging on the black strands roughly. Dark enunciated a soft groan when he pulled his face back from Link's; he grinned and brought the blond boy in his arms to the bed across the room.
Dark swiped his hands across Link's bed, resulting in papers flying about the room. Link was annoyed for only a second until Dark's mouth met his again. Both bodies fell together to the bed, Dark over top of Link, movements growing fervent. Lips slid quicker as well as hands—from below, Link was tearing off Dark's jacket.
The blond reached up, grasping onto Dark's bulge through his black skinny jeans and felt that the skinnier boy's length was just as hard as his own. Dark quickly worked Link's pants down and the blond kicked them off the end of the bed. Link began to unzip Dark's pants as well. As Dark leaned over to grasp Link's lube from his drawer, Link already had tugged down Dark's underwear, releasing his cock from the tent of material.
"Mutual hand jobs?" Dark panted softly, squirting some lube onto his hand as Link softly caressed him from below. "Here." Dark grasped onto the bottle with his dry hand and Link held out his hand, allowing the lube to then culminate in his palm.
Dark peeled back Link's underwear with his free hand and his lubricated hand suddenly clung to Link's semi-hard length like his life depended on it. At the same time, both teens were rubbing up and down each other's cocks. Link and Dark released soft breaths in unison while fucking each other at a slow and sensual pace.
Link gazed carefully along Dark's cock, admiring his dark hair at the base, the wonderful curve in his manhood, and the smooth veins that ran up his length. Everything about Dark was so beautiful and abruptly, Link moved his hand more quickly, resulting in the teen above moaning softly. At that, Dark also quickened his pace which made Link stall a moment, closing his eyes tightly.
Hands moved simultaneously and breaths became laboured at the same time. In that moment, Link swore he was one with Dark. Even Dark had never felt so connected to Zelda in this way.
Noise erupted throughout the room, moans becoming more fervent, each boy pleading for more. Wet skin rushing along wet skin only made them more hungry for each other; a lightening fast pace ensued.
"I'm coming," they both murmured, and Dark snorted before his throat cut off the sound with a guttural moan.
The tension had risen. The feeling of euphoria rushed through both of their bodies, cocks twitching madly in needed release. As the explosion hit, Dark and Link released their seed at once, Link crying out Dark's name. Dark's come squirted up Link's chest and slapped across his chin, whereas Link came onto Dark's manhood and lower stomach.
Dark shook madly above Link and he collapsed beside the other trembling body on the bed. Link was still moaning softly as the euphoric feeling stayed quite heavy in his lower half. Dark leaned heavily against Link, kissing the blond's cheek many times before nuzzling his nose against Link's neck.
"G-Goddesses," Link rasped out. "I don't e-even want to go for dinner now."
Dark laughed airily and held Link closer to himself.
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The waitress left from the table and Saria immediately pulled out her iPhone from her purse. Grinning madly, she gestured for Link to come out from his side of the booth and join both her and Sheik on their side. Link smiled gently and did as she asked, plopping down closely at Saria's side on the booth chair.
"Since I'm in the middle you can take it," Saria suggested, and passed her phone to Link.
With the camera function on and the lens pointed at the three of them, the friends grinned wildly as Link snapped the photo and handed the phone back to Saria. She thanked Link and the blond moved back to his own side of the booth.
"I wanted to post this on Facebook as a simple reminder of how our friendship has withstood the test of time," Saria mentioned thoughtfully, pressing her fingers along her touch screen phone; she glided through screen after screen until finally posting the photo, quickly tagging Link and Sheik in it.
"Why are you thinking about something so deep right now?" Sheik questioned, furrowing his brow under his long bangs.
"I don't know!" she piped back. "I guess people take times like these for granted and I think any moment really can affect any person... I don't know!" She giggled again. "I sound silly."
Link smiled warmly and nodded. "No, I agree!"
"Me too!" Sheik nodded madly.
"So where's Dark? I was expecting him to come along," Saria murmured abruptly, looking honestly confused.
"Yeah, I mean, I was actually starting to like the guy and now he's not out with us!" Sheik joined in Saria's wonder.
Link shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, after everything today, he said he's tired. And... all that crap originally started because of hanging out with me, and he said he doesn't want it happening again because of him."
"Does that mean you don't think he ever wants to hang out with us in public again?" Sheik asked, looking a little more damaged than even Link was.
"No, he said he actually would like to hang out with us more!" Link said back, smiling. "We're waiting until summer."
"Cool, I can't wait," Sheik chided. "Maybe we'll be in similar programs in college!"
"More than likely," Saria laughed, and punched Sheik's shoulder. "You two are metal freaks."
Link laughed at that, rushing a hand back through his hair.
The warm aura of the restaurant was very calming. The red booths along with the scarlet walls and mahogany tables created an alluring atmosphere that Saria, Sheik, and Link were just dying to lose themselves in. The dim light above illuminated the table in front of them. The three teens chatted away the time, talking about the past and the future until food arrived, resting on the table in front of their places.
"I've probably never been hired at any given place due to that 'Where do you see yourself in ten years?' question, you know?" Sheik joked softly, bringing up noodles to his mouth. With his mouth full, he continued, "Every time I answer with 'making lots of money,' they instantly get a sour look on their face."
"That's probably because you should never answer that question like that, Sheik," Saria stated pointedly, pointing her fork at him.
"Well, why not?!"
"Because it isn't all about the money! They want to hear you say like 'being happy with my job' or something because then they know you'll work hard!"
"But if I say I'm 'making lots of money,' then they'll know I'm working hard because I like my job so much," Sheik replied just as pointedly as Saria had.
Saria sighed and shook her head, placing her hand to her forehead.
"See! You're even stumped now!" Sheik teased in reference to Saria's frustration and Link couldn't help but laugh.
The green haired girl's eyes narrowed at Link and immediately his face dropped in recognition of the expression.
Link remembered his old job, which was working as a dishwasher at the old bar called The Thieves' Tavern. It was a shady place, but he appreciated the interesting people and the good money. Eventually, he quit as he was focusing more on his studies to enable him more academic opportunities when choosing programming for his future schooling. He knew that Sheik never had a job before, but he also never knew that it bothered Sheik so much anyway. Sheik hadn't really brought up the topic of work before.
"I don't know, I just make money from odd jobs like lawn mowing, raking leaves, and shovelling snow when I need to," Sheik then stated, shrugging his shoulders in a careless manner. "If I do a lot of work in one day, maybe a few lawns or so, I make a lot of money."
The night continued on particularly well and Link wished that it could have gone on forever. Later on, Link had to bring his friends home and leave them to their own lives. As Link arrived at his own home, he noticed that his bedroom light wasn't on and assumed Dark wasn't upstairs... and he was right. Link entered his house and glanced into the living room, where his parents were sitting together watching the news.
"Where's Dark?"
"He said he'd be outside," Cale answered, blindly glancing to Link through the dark.
Link passed through the house and out into his backyard. Link's backyard wasn't great in size, but he remembered that it used to be nice when having a few friends over to hang out. His mom kept a garden off to the right side of the yard; a nice little shed full of gardening supplies sat in the right corner of his lot too. He brought his eyes along the square boundary, spotting Dark under the great oak tree that sat to the left side of Link's yard. Dark was gazing over the fence and up at the starry night, not at all noticing Link yet.
The blond trailed across the yard, taking a lot of effort into making as much noise as possible to get Dark to notice him, but the raven haired boy didn't even glance at him for a moment.
"Dark?" Link finally called, only about ten steps from the other teen.
Although slightly startled, Dark didn't act so and he slowly turned his head, eyes peeling away from the sky. He instantly lit up, his eyes glowing more eagerly once gazing upon Link.
"Hello, handsome man," Dark said lowly, laughter tinting his tone. "How was dinner?"
"It was good. Saria and Sheik wanted you there though," Link answered with a tiny smile. "You know, I never did ask you why you told Saria and Sheik that you feel like you don't belong with your other friends ever since you've known me."
Dark's genuine smile turned into a facade of a smirk. "Well, I think through you I've learned that they aren't my real friends. Even with Sheik and Saria I feel more comfortable with them, rather than people like Ganon and Mido and the others. It's not that I was lying to Sheik and Saria if that's what you thought when I said that."
"Of course I didn't think you were lying! I just couldn't believe it with my own ears, to be honest," Link replied in a small manner, further nearing Dark. He soon seated himself beside the other teen, back against the large oak tree.
Out of nowhere, Dark leaned into Link and rushed an arm around the blond's head, pulling Link's head right against his own. Link closed his eyes and leaned back against Dark, inhaling deeply.
"How come you're out here by yourself?" Link questioned softly, resting his elbow on Dark's raised knee cap. He glanced up at the sky as Dark was currently doing.
"I'm just thinking about how much my life has changed in the past year. Hell, the past month." At those words, Dark glanced at Link, a smirk crossing his face. Link smiled back. "Wish I knew sooner how good for me you would have been over Zelda."
Soft laughter erupted from Link after that. "Well, if you guys didn't break up in the first place, you'd have her and not me."
"I'm still not happy that I hit her," Dark groaned, lolling his head away from Link's. His expression, although Link was only catching a glimpse of it from the side, was defeated and hurt. "I've never done that before. I cracked, Link. I just hated you so much at that point and the thought of her seeing you and not telling me..." He was trembling slightly and abruptly stopped. "I'm becoming my father."
"No, no, no, don't you dare say that," Link whispered, pulling Dark closer to himself, leaning his head against the other's once again. "You sound sincerely sorry. Do you think your father would ever apologize for hitting and hurting you? I don't think so. Zelda just needs to know you're sorry. You'll have to confront her and the guilt will leave you, I promise."
"I won't ever forget it though."
"No, you won't. But you've learned from it, haven't you? You won't do it again."
"I can't imagine ever hurting you again if that's what you mean."
Link smiled softly. "That's what I mostly mean, yes. But others too, okay? Now stop being so miserable," Link said in hushed voice, getting onto his knees. He inched himself to move in between Dark's now spread legs. The raven haired teen still looked distracted by the stars, but Link's stole away his attention once the blond touched his face, fingers dragging down Dark's cheek. Dark grinned crookedly at the blond; he brought his pale arms before him and wrapped them around Link's waist, dragging the blond to himself. "You have a wonderful smile."
"'Wonderful,' really now, Link?" Dark inquired with much amusement, head tilting slightly.
Dark brought his face to the blond's neck, using his nose to push down the collar of Link's shirt. Dark sucked hard on Link's exposed skin and the blond moaned softly, fingers entangling themselves in Dark's flannel shirt. His mouth trailed up Link's skin, lips hungrily tasting along the blond's landscape. He stopped once he met Link's lips and Dark pulled back a moment so he could gaze right into Link's eyes.
"You are just unbelievable," Dark murmured surely, removing a hand from Link's waist in order to caress his cheek bone. The blond's pupils were dilated, mouth also slanted open and hungry for more. "Your beautiful eyes..." Link's eyes were quite bright and blue due to the large moon hanging in the sky. "I want all of you right now, Link, but there will be better times for that," the words fluidly left his mouth without pause and Dark's hand grazed along Link's length in his pants.
Within a matter of moments, Link pulled his pants down and moved his back against the hard bark of the tree as Dark obligingly took Link into his mouth. Link's breaths were airy and laboured, the back of his head scraping against the oak tree while he watched Dark's head bob up and down. After a few minutes, he released himself and Dark brought his face back up to Link's, eyes flaring madly. He wiped the back of his hand against his mouth and then his lips moved to Link's neck, kissing the destroyed teen once again.
"I want us to both be pleasured," Link whispered breathlessly, running his hands through Dark's dishevelled hair; the dark haired boy leaned closer against Link's chest.
"Like I said, there will be better times for that."
Link swallowed heavily and nodded, hoping that the time would come very soon. He had this undeniable urge for Dark to take him and take him hard. He never thought he'd be begging for someone to penetrate his own body because he always believed he'd be doing that to a woman he loved later in life. But Dark, oh God, Dark—he wanted Dark to fill him entirely. He gasped at the thought and his throat scrunched up in denial.
Dark sat up, glancing at Link in a questioning manner, but never spoke a word about the noise escaping Link's throat. At noticing Link never pulled his pants back up, Dark assisted him, shimmying the jean material back up his bottom. He gracefully did up Link's fly, and glanced over the fence to the sky once again.
"I have a bad feeling," Dark suddenly whispered, glancing to Link with a stitched brow. His throat was immediately growing dry. "It just hit me."
"What?" Link asked quietly, still exhausted from the sexual activity. He squinted his eyes at Dark in worry and wiped at the perspiration trailing down his forehead. "What's wrong, Dark?"
"I'm not sure what it is," Dark said, looking very perplexed as he gazed hard at Link. "You know when you get that feeling in the pit of your stomach, but you don't entirely know what it means?"
Link nodded; of course he'd felt that before.
"Be careful, okay?" Dark rushed out, almost looking shamed by the words, but every word from his mouth was true. "If this involves you, or the both of us, you come first. You be careful."
Link chuckled softly. "Dark, I don't come first, no way. If anything happens, I'll know what to do—I'm good at getting myself out of sticky situations anyway. We'll be all right. Don't worry. And don't let this thought ruin prom."
"Of course not, this won't ruin prom in any way. Just, you know, stick close to Saria, Sheik, and Zelda. If anything happens, I'll be there in a flash—I'll take care of you."
Link started laughing softly. "Dark, it's okay, it's okay. Don't let this thought ruin just your prom night either. That goes for both of us. People always get nervous before prom and worry about stupid things—everything'll be fine. We'll have lots of fun. Promise?"
"Of course I promise you," Dark whispered gently, taking Link's hands into his own and then proceeding to kiss them profusely. He brought his steady, red gaze back up to Link's slightly concerned eyes. "I promise you."