Part three
(In the beginning.)
Link tossed and turned, the glistening sweat on his bare skin reflecting the pale moonlight.
The strange, yet somehow wonderful, dreams had returned.
He was bound to the bedpost, soft lips pressing somewhat insistently against his. His clothes lay abandoned on the floor, as he would open his mouth and allow the moist intrusion of his partner's tongue. He would moan into the embrace, fingers would travel over his bare flesh. And then something would happen. Link could only describe it as pure ecstasy.
He would wake up with very sticky sheets.
With an exasperated sigh he made his way to the wash basin in the cell and cleaned him self up as best he could. Links gaze wandered to the window. The last stars lingered desperately in the gray sky, and the first light of dawn could be seen peeking over the eastern horizon.
Sheik was real.
More than just real, Sheik had been with him the entire time.
The initial shock of finding out Zelda was his sister had long worn off and it was just the missing link that connected all the mysteries of his life.
But Sheik was a whole different story. Link had never been so confused in his whole life. He had to talk to Sheik.
There was, of course, always tomorrow.
Looking out the window once more, he saw a few more stars fade as the morning sunlight cast a reddish glow on the distant desert colossus.
It was already tomorrow.
".So much wasted time." he repeated Zelda's words under his breath.
Splashing a bit more water on his face, he threw on his tunic, gathered up his shield and the biggoron's sword, his supplies, and putting on his boots, he headed out the small cell towards the horse stalls outside.
He would wait there for Sheik.
"Ah, Shyoka. It's been a while." The Happy Mask man said, his voice soft with malice.
"Get out." Shyoka hissed.
"The girl Sugar has stolen the white mask. She also has stolen Hyrule's sacred blade. I've come to retrieve them. and her as well."
"Why do you want her?"
"That is none of your business. Where is she?"
"A more appropriate question would be: WHEN is she? And I could not answer that because I don't know. Besides, it's none of your business, NOW GET OUT."
There was the sound of the temple doors slamming, and then an eerie silence.
"You can come out now, Sugar." Shyoka's voice reverberated off the marble walls.
The air shimmered and twisted into a pale blue light which shaped itself into a door. Sugar stepped out, clad entirely in white.
"He's gone?"
Shyoka nodded. "The people got wind of Ganondorfs' rise and have fallen into panic. They all seem to want to bring your head back on a silver platter to get in his favour."
Sugar scoffed and tossed back her wild mane of golden hair. "They'll never catch me."
"That may be so. but keep a low profile anyway. and stay in about a century ago. It's a relatively safe time period and I can communicate with you that far back." She smiled. "Now go, quick as you may and don't let the dark lord get a hold of you or that sword. I will keep watch here. Now fly!"
Sugar didn't need a second chide for at that moment the mahogany doors burst open.
All that remained to indicate Sugar was ever there was the fading swirls of pale blue light.
Sheik watched Link saddle up Epona from the rafters. The Hero of Time was every bit as gorgeous as the day Sheik had first laid eyes on him. Even though the Master Sword was not in the young man's possession, the pale blue light that trailed behind him, dancing like fall leaves in a breeze, remained. It was the aura of Time itself, wrapping around only a select few. Sheik, when he looked closely, could see the shivering brightness, a rare gift that gave him one of his few pleasures in life.
"Epona, good morning!" Link greeted his dear companion. He received a gentle nuzzle, and then an expectant nibble on his waist pouch from Epona.
"Alright, alright." He opened the pouch and pulled out a carrot and a few sugar cubes. Epona gobbled them down, nipping his hand affectionately.
"Ne. Epona?" Link began, brushing bits of hay and dust from the chestnut coat. "I had that dream again."
Sheik couldn't help but to eavesdrop.
The horse seemed to listen attentively.
"You know, the one I had back on our first adventure that I told you about?"
Sheik leaned closer to hear more clearly.
"The one about Sheik and I? And how I made myself stop thinking about it when I thought he was actually Hime-sama? Well, I found out Hime-sama is my sister, and Sheik is real."
Sheik got the strangest feeling that Link seemed to talk more to the horse in 15 seconds than he did in an entire day. He smiled slightly at Link's apparent shyness around people.
"Well, you might wonder why Sheik never let me know he was real. He didn't want me to know he liked me! Hime-sama told me that. But that's really stupid, because I like Sheik as well." Link frowned and stared hard at Epona. "Of course I haven't told him yet. I haven't seen him since I found out. But since Hime-sama told him he has to come with me and Nabooru to see some priestess, I'm gonna wait right here for when he comes to saddle up his horse and tell him exactly how I feel."
Epona tilted her head, shooting him a skeptical look.
"No Epona. I will tell him. I know I get really nervous in this sort of situation, but I know he won't hate me. I know he won't." But already the doubt was creeping into his voice. He was loosing his previous resolve. His hands trembled as he fixed Epona's reins into place.
It was at that moment that fate seemed to be on Link and Sheik's side. Sheik leant forward a little too much, lost his balance, and came spiraling down from the rafters, and landing in Links arms, knocking the Hero of Time unceremoniously onto his back.
There was a shocked silence, broken only by Epona snorting and whinnying.
"Sheik.?!" Link began, startled out of his wits.
"Link I."
But the Sheikah could not finish, because Link had pressed his lips firmly against Sheik's, thoroughly silencing him. The kiss, although sudden, was gentle and marked with inexperience. Sheik could feel Link's lips trembling under his own. When the initial shock had vanished, Sheik took charge of the kiss, leaning forward and pushing Link back into the stack of hay. (As a side note, this did not amuse Epona. Reason being? Well, how would you feel if two hot guys began making out passionately in your breakfast? Don't answer that please.) Sheik became insistent, gently prying Link's mouth open with his tongue. Gratefully, Link allowed the sweet intrusion, tugging desperately on Sheik's tight fitting clothes. ^Just like the dream. he's hard and soft in all the right places. and so warm.^ Hands traveled every inch of Link's body, before slipping under his tunic to clutch the half erect prize.
"Ahem."
It was not a cough to clear one's throat of a bit of toast and marmalade that had lodged itself in the windpipe. It was more of a spoken statement to politely announce one's presence in a situation they unwittingly walked into and was trying to make the subtle hint that Link and Sheik should pry themselves apart as courteously as possible thankyouverymuch. Nabooru was a lady after all.
(Ah, for a bit more of a plot summary we will return to Dick, Joe, and Spot. One morning Dick is taking Spot for morning exercise. Run, Spot, run. Joe is spying on Dick, and Dick is telling about some very interesting recurring wet dreams he's had. Enticed, Joe leans in closer, falls out of his tree, lands in Dick's lap, and they proceed to make mad passionate love. Thankfully, there is no kinky barnyard action with Spot. However, Jane's old friend Mary accidentally stumbles upon Dick and Joe, and subtly points out they should break it up for the sake of decency, and keeping the fic PG-13 until at least the fourth chapter, or she just may have to get the crowbar, and we all know what that means.)
They looked up guiltily at Nabooru, like two kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar. In Sheik's particular case this was true, as he discreetly removed his hand from under Link's tunic.
She stood, arms folded across her chest (a big one at that.), looking amusingly stern. All she said before saddling her horse and strapping supplies around was: "Well, it's about time."
All they could do was stare blankly after her.
End of part 3.
Link tossed and turned, the glistening sweat on his bare skin reflecting the pale moonlight.
The strange, yet somehow wonderful, dreams had returned.
He was bound to the bedpost, soft lips pressing somewhat insistently against his. His clothes lay abandoned on the floor, as he would open his mouth and allow the moist intrusion of his partner's tongue. He would moan into the embrace, fingers would travel over his bare flesh. And then something would happen. Link could only describe it as pure ecstasy.
He would wake up with very sticky sheets.
With an exasperated sigh he made his way to the wash basin in the cell and cleaned him self up as best he could. Links gaze wandered to the window. The last stars lingered desperately in the gray sky, and the first light of dawn could be seen peeking over the eastern horizon.
Sheik was real.
More than just real, Sheik had been with him the entire time.
The initial shock of finding out Zelda was his sister had long worn off and it was just the missing link that connected all the mysteries of his life.
But Sheik was a whole different story. Link had never been so confused in his whole life. He had to talk to Sheik.
There was, of course, always tomorrow.
Looking out the window once more, he saw a few more stars fade as the morning sunlight cast a reddish glow on the distant desert colossus.
It was already tomorrow.
".So much wasted time." he repeated Zelda's words under his breath.
Splashing a bit more water on his face, he threw on his tunic, gathered up his shield and the biggoron's sword, his supplies, and putting on his boots, he headed out the small cell towards the horse stalls outside.
He would wait there for Sheik.
"Ah, Shyoka. It's been a while." The Happy Mask man said, his voice soft with malice.
"Get out." Shyoka hissed.
"The girl Sugar has stolen the white mask. She also has stolen Hyrule's sacred blade. I've come to retrieve them. and her as well."
"Why do you want her?"
"That is none of your business. Where is she?"
"A more appropriate question would be: WHEN is she? And I could not answer that because I don't know. Besides, it's none of your business, NOW GET OUT."
There was the sound of the temple doors slamming, and then an eerie silence.
"You can come out now, Sugar." Shyoka's voice reverberated off the marble walls.
The air shimmered and twisted into a pale blue light which shaped itself into a door. Sugar stepped out, clad entirely in white.
"He's gone?"
Shyoka nodded. "The people got wind of Ganondorfs' rise and have fallen into panic. They all seem to want to bring your head back on a silver platter to get in his favour."
Sugar scoffed and tossed back her wild mane of golden hair. "They'll never catch me."
"That may be so. but keep a low profile anyway. and stay in about a century ago. It's a relatively safe time period and I can communicate with you that far back." She smiled. "Now go, quick as you may and don't let the dark lord get a hold of you or that sword. I will keep watch here. Now fly!"
Sugar didn't need a second chide for at that moment the mahogany doors burst open.
All that remained to indicate Sugar was ever there was the fading swirls of pale blue light.
Sheik watched Link saddle up Epona from the rafters. The Hero of Time was every bit as gorgeous as the day Sheik had first laid eyes on him. Even though the Master Sword was not in the young man's possession, the pale blue light that trailed behind him, dancing like fall leaves in a breeze, remained. It was the aura of Time itself, wrapping around only a select few. Sheik, when he looked closely, could see the shivering brightness, a rare gift that gave him one of his few pleasures in life.
"Epona, good morning!" Link greeted his dear companion. He received a gentle nuzzle, and then an expectant nibble on his waist pouch from Epona.
"Alright, alright." He opened the pouch and pulled out a carrot and a few sugar cubes. Epona gobbled them down, nipping his hand affectionately.
"Ne. Epona?" Link began, brushing bits of hay and dust from the chestnut coat. "I had that dream again."
Sheik couldn't help but to eavesdrop.
The horse seemed to listen attentively.
"You know, the one I had back on our first adventure that I told you about?"
Sheik leaned closer to hear more clearly.
"The one about Sheik and I? And how I made myself stop thinking about it when I thought he was actually Hime-sama? Well, I found out Hime-sama is my sister, and Sheik is real."
Sheik got the strangest feeling that Link seemed to talk more to the horse in 15 seconds than he did in an entire day. He smiled slightly at Link's apparent shyness around people.
"Well, you might wonder why Sheik never let me know he was real. He didn't want me to know he liked me! Hime-sama told me that. But that's really stupid, because I like Sheik as well." Link frowned and stared hard at Epona. "Of course I haven't told him yet. I haven't seen him since I found out. But since Hime-sama told him he has to come with me and Nabooru to see some priestess, I'm gonna wait right here for when he comes to saddle up his horse and tell him exactly how I feel."
Epona tilted her head, shooting him a skeptical look.
"No Epona. I will tell him. I know I get really nervous in this sort of situation, but I know he won't hate me. I know he won't." But already the doubt was creeping into his voice. He was loosing his previous resolve. His hands trembled as he fixed Epona's reins into place.
It was at that moment that fate seemed to be on Link and Sheik's side. Sheik leant forward a little too much, lost his balance, and came spiraling down from the rafters, and landing in Links arms, knocking the Hero of Time unceremoniously onto his back.
There was a shocked silence, broken only by Epona snorting and whinnying.
"Sheik.?!" Link began, startled out of his wits.
"Link I."
But the Sheikah could not finish, because Link had pressed his lips firmly against Sheik's, thoroughly silencing him. The kiss, although sudden, was gentle and marked with inexperience. Sheik could feel Link's lips trembling under his own. When the initial shock had vanished, Sheik took charge of the kiss, leaning forward and pushing Link back into the stack of hay. (As a side note, this did not amuse Epona. Reason being? Well, how would you feel if two hot guys began making out passionately in your breakfast? Don't answer that please.) Sheik became insistent, gently prying Link's mouth open with his tongue. Gratefully, Link allowed the sweet intrusion, tugging desperately on Sheik's tight fitting clothes. ^Just like the dream. he's hard and soft in all the right places. and so warm.^ Hands traveled every inch of Link's body, before slipping under his tunic to clutch the half erect prize.
"Ahem."
It was not a cough to clear one's throat of a bit of toast and marmalade that had lodged itself in the windpipe. It was more of a spoken statement to politely announce one's presence in a situation they unwittingly walked into and was trying to make the subtle hint that Link and Sheik should pry themselves apart as courteously as possible thankyouverymuch. Nabooru was a lady after all.
(Ah, for a bit more of a plot summary we will return to Dick, Joe, and Spot. One morning Dick is taking Spot for morning exercise. Run, Spot, run. Joe is spying on Dick, and Dick is telling about some very interesting recurring wet dreams he's had. Enticed, Joe leans in closer, falls out of his tree, lands in Dick's lap, and they proceed to make mad passionate love. Thankfully, there is no kinky barnyard action with Spot. However, Jane's old friend Mary accidentally stumbles upon Dick and Joe, and subtly points out they should break it up for the sake of decency, and keeping the fic PG-13 until at least the fourth chapter, or she just may have to get the crowbar, and we all know what that means.)
They looked up guiltily at Nabooru, like two kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar. In Sheik's particular case this was true, as he discreetly removed his hand from under Link's tunic.
She stood, arms folded across her chest (a big one at that.), looking amusingly stern. All she said before saddling her horse and strapping supplies around was: "Well, it's about time."
All they could do was stare blankly after her.
End of part 3.