Release

Chapter Notes

Aaaaaaand we're done! This feels so short, but SO much happens in the fic as a whole lol. I never expected this fucker to be as popular as it is!! Y'all were hungry for that edgey shit lol. Fluff is nice, but monstery, aggressive Sidon was the hot ticket item lol. I'll actually be happy to write him as a soft top again. It's been so long since I wrote Link getting fucked gently *side eyes my ganlink shit*

Anyway, the current project is a sequel to my Ganon/Link, Sidon/Link story "You're Beautiful," if you haven't read it yet, titled The One That I Want. It's going well after the first week of production, but of course I have no ETA on when it'll be done. Won't be posting any of it UNTIL the whole thing is done, either, since I know reader turn out will be low (mostly because of the Ganon/Link and the rape warning). So sorry if you're waiting for that. If you'd like to be kept up to date on the progress of that and anything I write in the meantime, please feel free to follow me or just check the blog, whatever. Thanks for everyone's continued support, please enjoy it~

Wanna make it official?

Waking up is not pleasant. Water from above drips on his face, keeping his head and neck soaked constantly. The rest of him is warm, but whatever he's lying on is rough and unforgiving. Bare rock, maybe? Link shifts gently over the bumpy surface as he tries to collect himself. He catches snippets of memories or maybe fever dreams: large hands guiding him through the water, wrestling him onto the floor, and a ravenous mouth kissing him until he's breathless. Large hands pet his face, and a long body lies beside his to help warm him. The hands wash his face at some point and treat the cut on his head. His eye is still tender, but Link forces both open as the images fade. He's alone. But the blanket of animal furs over him is telling that he won't be for long. Someone will come back for this. The memory of the sacrifice and all the blood comes rushing back. Link cowers under the furs and lifts a hand to graze over his face. There's definitely a bruise forming around his left eye, but he honestly doesn't remember anyone hitting him. The cut above his throbbing eye is covered in something that's probably supposed to heal him and prevent infection. It smells like lake mud. Link drops his hand to the covers and gives the cave he's in a once over.

Water seeps through cracks in the ceiling, and that's what drips on him. Link squirms out of the way to find a safe spot. His head is still wet, but at least he can avoid the water this way. He's still chilly above the blanket, mostly because there's an air current in here, dragging fresh air from outside. It's chilly, but at least the air is clean, smelling slightly of the musk of Lake Hylia. There's light, too, but not much. Stones embedded in the rock glow a green-blue, giving off the only source of light. Link turns his head, trying to judge how large the cave is. This particular cavern isn't large—just big enough to contain his little resting area and a hole in the floor where lake water splashes. It must be a way in and out of this chamber via the water. A corridor carved out of the rock leads into the darkness on his right. There are fewer glowing stones out there, and Link can't help but stare into the pitch black. He waits to tune into the rasp of heavy breathing or the wet slap of feet as they grow closer. He's a shivering, terrified mess when the water in the hole across the room flinches, and a creature hauls itself out.

The red crest and tail he recognizes, but the rest of the monster steals his breath and freezes his blood. It's muscled and huge, delicate fins at its shouldesr, elbows, and hips doing nothing to make it less terrifying. There's almost a haggard quality to its face, and when it grins at him from the water hole, Link can see its numerous teeth reflect the green-blue light. Its mouth is too wide, too large, and Link wonders how he'd kissed Sidon so often without losing anything. Is this Sidon? It has to be. Too many pieces of Sidon in his memory and imagination fit together for this to be anyone else. Does that make him the lake god, too? Those thoughts fly out the window when the monster emerges fully from the water. The red and cream of its skin is shockingly familiar, exactly what he'd seen of Sidon after they'd fucked. Link drags a glance up and down that tall, huge body before remembering his terror. Despite the various pains throughout his battered body, Link shoves his hands under himself and tries to crawl away. Golden eyes roll at his feeble attempt, and the monster is on him in barely a few paces. Link flinches away from hands that cup his cheeks, and his ears twitch down in fear. It's almost instinct to shut his eyes when those big hands grab him. Some of this seems familiar, but is this really Sidon? The claws poking at his cheeks are the same, and the way those lips vibrates against his in a chuckle is familiar. Link pants when the kiss is over, and he peeks an eye open.

"I told you not to look, silly boy." Sidon's voice curls out of the monster's throat.

His fingers are numb and tremble when he signs, Sidon?

"Who else would I be?"

Link shakes his head, still unsure. Sidon huffs and settles on his side, head supported by his hand. The other arm he throws out and grabs Link by his hip. Link slips over the rock floor of the cavern as he's tucked under Sidon's chin. Sidon throws the fur blanket over them and keeps him close with his arm curled over Link's side. This is within Link's comfort zone, even though gazing upon Sidon's face still scares him a bit. He completely understands now why Sidon hadn't wanted him to look. He's not even ugly just... Otherworldly. Too much to take in. Link slowly eases back from the protective wall of Sidon's chest to take another look at his face. Sidon huffs and tilts his head down to make it easier for Link. His neck is longer than a Hylian's. When he blinks, Link catches the sight of a clear eyelid flicking over his eye before his normal ones. His face is a cream-color except for where his crest starts where a nose would be. That makes sense why Link always feels Sidon breathe through his mouth. There's a light sheen to the pale cream of Sidon's face, as if his flesh encourages the humidity in the cave to condense on him. Link lifts his hand from Sidon's chest and rubs his fingertips together. Sure enough, they're slightly damp.

You need water, he signs.

"Constantly so, yes."

Link nods and curls his fingers to ask something else, but Sidon covers his little fingers with a hand.

"No more for now. Your head injury is still in a delicate state. Go back to sleep."

If Link thought he could find a way out without Sidon, he might argue. But there's nowhere else for him to go. Blood and screams call to him from his memory, and Link rips his hands from Sidon.

Did you kill them?

Sidon sighs, face tightening and full of frustration. He frowns down at Link and scoops him up. He returns Link to the safety of his chest, hooking his chin over Link's tiny skull. His voice rumbles from his chest and throat when he speaks.

"What good would it do for me to answer that?"

Holding him like this, Sidon takes away his ability to sign. So, Link scratches his little nails into Sidon, intending to hurt him. He grumbles and hisses, almost wiggling out of his hold when Sidon squeezes him tighter. Link's ribs groan.

"Some of them may die from their wounds," Sidon admits with an impatient edge to his voice. "But I did not take a life. That...would have upset you."

Link stops his feeble struggling at Sidon's admission. Sidon had held back on his behalf? That stirs up something warm and terrible in his stomach. Link wishes Sidon would let him go long enough so he could glance up and see his face again. Sidon's odd moment of mercy on Link's behalf doesn't excuse his brutality. But Link thinks he understands why Sidon reacted with such bloodlust. They're both terribly lonely. And he's made the effort of visiting Sidon and showing him kindness, closeness. Perhaps Sidon had been afraid to lose him the same as Link had thought while dying. He'd regretted Sidon's return to solitude once his life was supposed to end. Link flattens his palms to Sidon's chest and presses his face to the cool, damp skin. The back of his head is still tender, still throbs with every heartbeat. But when Sidon holds him there and pets his hair, he does so with a tenderness that takes Link's breath away. With his face still pressed tightly to Sidon's chest, Link kisses the skin under his lips and settles down to sleep.

-

When Link wakes again, Sidon escorts him through other chambers of the cave.

"Some of the others didn't leave right away." Sidon leans on the carved doorway to a cavern that has a table and chair inside, like a tiny dining room. "Their injuries prevented me from taking them to the surface."

Link's fingers graze over the table, wondering how the hell it hasn't rotted away in all this damp humidity. Link supports some of his weight with one hand when his knees shake. The blood loss has made him cold and weak, but he feels much better as time goes on. Walking around in this dress is a constant challenge, though. He has to keep a hand on the neckline. One of the shoulder straps had torn, and the whole thing hangs off him by one shoulder. Plus, he can never seem to keep dry for very long. His chest and stomach are constantly chilled, and his shivers while standing there. Sidon eyes him when he turns, gaze boring into his chest, before he stands up straight. A quick glance down reveals that Sidon can see his nipples through the material. But there's no use in hiding them. Sidon has seen and done everything to him. Link doesn't flinch as he approaches. He even tilts his head up before Sidon can curl a finger under his chin. Sidon sinks to a knee and presses a hesitant kiss to his lips. Link allows it, even lets his eyes fall shut and responds to the gentle slide of Sidon's mouth. When they part, Sidon cards his lethal claws through Link's free-flowing hair. Sidon watches him and touches him as if he's something precious. It's overwhelming when he's been treated like rubbish his whole life. Link bows his head when it becomes too much and takes a step back. Something Sidon said tugs at his brain for explanation, and Link returns his gaze to those golden eyes as he lifts his hands

What happened to the others?

Sidon's hand flinches up as if to touch him again, but the firmness of Link's gaze stops him. He's still angry about Sidon taking away his ability to sign when they'd slept together. He won't allow Sidon to do it again. Rising to his full height, Sidon sighs again while rubbing a hand over his face.

"I took them back." Link gestures for more. "There are secluded villages all over Hyrule. Once the sacrifice is healthy enough to walk around, I take them to a village and leave them there. What becomes of them after that doesn't matter to me."

They're alive? Well, Link assumes they're alive out of the goodness in his heart. Sidon doesn't eat them or drown them like he'd always been told. Sidon's face is closed off, waiting for Link to rage against him. But Link feels exactly the opposite of that. Link stumbles forward and clings to Sidon as his heart aches. Everything the leaders of the church had told him was wrong. Sidon wasn't some vicious, evil thing. Link sighs against him and holds him tighter. When giant hands hover over his bare shoulders and hesitate to hold him, Link squeezes Sidon until he gets what he wants. Sidon's hands flat on his back easily cover him to his waist. Link's mind swims with so many questions. How long has Sidon been alone? What will he do now that the church is most likely destroyed? Link buries his face in the planes of Sidon's stomach, breathing him in, before relaxing his embrace. Sidon lets him go, but the drag of his giant hands from Link's back is full of reluctance. He offers a hand for Link to take, apparently unable to bring himself to fully part from Link.

"There's a spring deeper down that has clean water. You can bathe there while I find some clothes for you."

Link takes his hand and follows Sidon's confident pace through the twisting passages. The cavern they end up in is better lit than the others with even more glowing stones stuck in the walls. Link drags his fingers over a few as he steps up to the edge of the pool. He can see the bottom, but that doesn't mean it isn't deep. Body sore from the ceremony and lying on bare rocks, Link struggles to gather the torn dress in his hands and yank it over his head. Sidon's slight body heat blows over his back, and his large hands take over undressing him. Sidon balls up the dress and hurls it into a far corner. Link lifts an eyebrow at such anger shown towards an inanimate object. But he shrugs Sidon's behavior off and lowers himself to sit at the edge of the pool. A test dip in with one foot reveals he's in for a treat. The water is much warmer than the lake above them. Link sighs as he slips in. He's been cold for too long, even with Sidon lying beside him. A careful tap on Link's shoulder draws him out of his languid stretching and sighing. Sidon offers him a bar of soap, and the sight of it almost makes Link laugh. Of course Sidon would keep things a Hylian would use down here. He's forced to take in a guest every year, so it makes sense that the soap would accompany things like a little table and chairs, the blanket in the other cavern. Link takes the soap with a little smile and dunks his hair. There's sand stuck to his scalp somehow, blood caked in it, and he holds his breath while scrubbing the soap through his locks. When the scratch of sand disappears, Link pops back up with a gasp. He scoops water out of his eyes and finds Sidon watching him from the doorway.

Rubbing the soap over the rest of his skin, Link curls the fingers of his free hand at Sidon. He wants Sidon close. So much has happened in the past day—even days maybe, Link isn't sure how long he's been here. But Sidon's distance almost wounds Link more than the cut to his forehead. He's cleaned his upper body and stumbles around while rubbing soap on his legs, and yet still Sidon remains a statue in the doorway. Link blushes under Sidon's heavy gaze while washing the more intimate parts of himself hidden under the surface. Sidon's gold eyes take in every part of him that's above water, and Link offers him a bigger smile. It hurts to move his face, and his eye is still tender. He wonders if there's a dark bruise around it. When Sidon still doesn't budge, Link leaves the soap on the edge of the pool to free up his hands.

Come here.

Sidon gives up the fight. Link backpedals in the pool to make room for him. The water bulges over the edge of the pool before Sidon's extra mass becomes too much and it spills over the floor. Link is thankful Sidon had yet to leave and find clothes for him, because they'd probably be soaked, now. Link tiptoes along the bottom until he's within range of Sidon's arms. The glowing rocks embedded in the pool's walls throw a green-blue hue on Sidon's face from below. This close, Link watches Sidon's narrow pupils adjust to the light. Link rubs his upper arms, nervous about the question that's been bothering him since Sidon had mentioned finding new homes for the others. Link will surely be the last sacrifice. With the leaders of the church injured for sure, some of them dead probably, it isn't a stretch to assume Link is the last. Sidon will have no one to save, no reason to stay.

Where will you take me, he asks.

Sidon sways in the water while watching him from above. Link's fingers graze Sidon's wrists in the water, and Sidon sucks in a loud breath.

"I haven't thought about it yet."

I'll stay here, Link tells him with a frown, sensing an argument.

Sidon's wet hands cup his cheeks, careful of the eye that's tender still.

"I can't keep you here," Sidon says with a grimace, like it hurts to say it out loud. "You need sunlight and fresh air. There's nothing here for you."

Link shakes his head between Sidon's hands and points to him. Sidon's fingers twitch in his hair, and his lips thin into a straight line. Link thinks for one, breathless second that maybe Sidon doesn't want him. But Sidon's thumbs pet under his eyes, always so careful with his claws on Link's face, and Link knows that can't be true. Sidon hadn't thought about where to take him, because he doesn't want Link to go. Link knows there's a good chance that once they part, he may never see Sidon again. Link wraps his hands around Sidon's wrists and gently tugs his arms down. With the space between them clear again, he offers Sidon a timid smile before taking a risk with his next movements.

Come with me.

Sidon's hands shoot out and grab his hips, dragging him forward through the water. Once their bodies touch, Sidon lifts him up until Link can throw his arms around his neck. Sidon sinks in the water until it's up to Link's chest and just holds him. Link's ribs protest the tight embrace, but Link squeezes back for all he's worth. Link wants to wrap his legs around Sidon's body, but he's scared of bashing into Sidon's gills. So instead, he just rubs his face into Sidon's shoulder and neck. He's thankfully that Sidon holds him with the injured side of his face pointing out. A large hand finds the back of his head again, and Sidon coaxes him still as they huddle together.

"When I first tasted your blood in the water," he begins softly, "I thought it was just you trying to attract me again. But then it didn't stop." Sidon's arm around his waist tightens, more and more until Link grunts. "So when I arrived and saw you there... I just—"

Link wrestles his head off Sidon's shoulder and smothers his mouth with a kiss. Sidon's almost-confession is too much for his fragile heart to take. Sidon had nearly killed people over him, swept up in a blind rage because of what they'd done. It's touching in a twisted sort of way. Sidon's slurred voice makes sense now, thinking back. But Link is too busy pressing eager, frantic kisses to Sidon's lips to think about it all. Sidon murmurs into his kisses and slows Link down by holding him by the back of his neck. The clean, clear water sloshes around them and over the sides of the pool as Link wiggles in his arms. He doesn't even stop when Sidon laps at his mouth, coaxing him open and teasing him until he's breathless. Link shoves his hands against Sidon's chest and ends their escalating kisses before he loses the point he wants to make. It tickles Link to see a pink flush on Sidon's pale cheeks, and he tucks the image away for later.

Come with me, he signs again, harder this time and making sure Sidon maintains eye contact.

Exhausted, Sidon squeezes his eyes shut and huffs through his mouth. There are wrinkles at the corners of his eyes when he opens them again. Link knows what it's like to be tired.

"Where would we go?" It's a weak, pathetic attempt to dissuade him.

Rolling his head around in exasperation, Link stabs out: Anywhere. Everywhere.

And then softer: Together.

Sidon's eyes shut once more. It looks like defeat, maybe. Link's stomach twists horribly, but he can't figure out if it's due to hunger or nerves. What does Sidon have to lose by agreeing? It's obvious he wants Link near him. Link bottles a frustrated huff at Sidon's willfulness. His future has nothing in store for him, but at least Sidon could be with him. But Sidon just sits there, stone still and silent. Link lifts his drippings hands up to Sidon's face, and his eyes open just before Link touches him. When Sidon doesn't startle, Link caresses the soft skin under his eyes and coaxes Sidon down. Despite Sidon's resisting words, he bends for Link with only a mumbled protest.

"You don't know anything about me, Link," he points out just before their lips touch. "How can you want that?"

Link hums into the kiss and presses a few more when it seems like Sidon will just start more nonsense if they stop. When Link opens his eyes as they slow down, he finds Sidon watching him with that exhausted look in his eyes again. His cool cheek turns towards one of Link's palms, and Link's heart clenches as he watches. Sidon wants this—Link knows it. But he's holding back for some misguided reason. Link squirms away and taps Sidon's cheek before dropping his hands. Sidon watches him through the narrowest slit of his eyes. They're beautiful like gold pieces glimmering in the black waters of Lake Hylia. Link shakes himself and flexes his fingers as he searches for words.

There's a pink blush on his cheeks when Link shows him, I want you. His finger digs into Sidon's chest when he gestures to him.

The blush darkens further when Link adds, Have me.

The sign he uses actually means more along the lines of "possess," but it drives the point across. Sidon's hands on his hips tighten until the bones grind. Link barely even whimpers when Sidon drags him forward. Sidon buries his face as best he can in the slope between Link's neck and shoulder. Wanting to give Sidon everything, Link cranes his head in the other direction and clings to his shoulders. They're squeezed together all along their fronts, and Link has to wiggle his body to make breathing room. Link's squirming around grinds his hips into Sidon's body. Sidon groans into his neck and drags the sharp points of his teeth along the skin. When Link rocks into him again, this time on purpose, Sidon hisses and sinks his teeth into Link's shoulder. It hurts immediately, and Link jumps in his arms. The bright points of pain on both sides of his shoulder are too many to count. Link's head rolls back, and his whimper echoes off the chamber walls. Sidon gives a similar call, but it's muffled with Link's flesh still caught in his mouth. Sidon unhooks his teeth after another hard grind of Link's body into him, and Link gasps as air hits the cuts in his skin.

Voice a little wild and rough, Sidon breathes over the marks he's made and murmurs, "I want you."

Link makes a show of arching his hips back into Sidon's grip. A rumble shakes Sidon's chest, and he peels one hand off Link's side to smooth a palm over the curve of his ass. Link shudders at the intimate touch, but his twitching only coaxes more blood out of his shoulder. The tang of it is harsh in his nose, and Link closes his eyes so he doesn't have to see blood staining the water around them. Sidon's alien tongue strikes out lightning quick to catch all the rivulets that drop down like tears. Each brush of his tongue disturbs the seams of the wounds trying to heal, and Link scrambles at Sidon's back, trying to tell him to stop. Rough breath blows over the stinging marks, and Sidon kisses a few before finally leaving them alone. His claws drag up from Link's ass as Sidon sits up straighter and throws water over Link's bleeding skin. The water carries the blood away, and all that remains are the marks and the pain that throbs along with Link's heartbeat. Cleaning done, Sidon drops his hand back down and fondles the bottom curve of a cheek. Link jumps at the caress and pets at Sidon's chest until they make eye contact.

Gentle, he signs. He remembers Sidon taking him in the lake the first time. That had been rough—too rough, but he'd needed it at the time. Link wants something slower and soft this time.

"Of course." Sidon ducks down to give him a chaste kiss and and murmurs against his lips, "Touch yourself. I want to watch."

His arms slither over Link's sides, and then he's free. Sidon's eyes glitter at him in the green-blue glow of the pool, and waves of light pass over his face. They cut through the shadows and only accentuate the lust darkening his eyes. When Link dares to break that stare and glances down Sidon's body, he finds Sidon already aroused and interested under the water. His cocks are much darker than the rest of him, and they stand out even through the warping illusion of moving water. Shivering, Link tears his eyes away and gives his back to Sidon. Across the pool, Link forces his weak arms under his wet, heavy weight and heaves himself onto the edge. The rocks are smooth here, worn down over time by the water sloshing over the rough spots. Link takes a second to breathe, blinking back dark spots in his vision, before twisting around to face Sidon.

Sidon wades closer, close enough so that his hand is within reach of Link's shins still in the water. His smooth palm drags up Link's calves, and he bows down to kiss an old scar on the bump of his knee. Those gold eyes burn into him with Sidon's lips still on his skin. Link shivers and covers his face, unable to watch Sidon take him apart just by looking at him. A chuckle vibrates against his knee, and water splashes over his thighs as Sidon returns to a respectable distance. Through the spread of his fingers, Link marvels at the sight Sidon makes. He's a deadly predator for sure, teeth and claws meant to take life. And yet here he stands, terrifying and huge, but gentle beyond Link's understanding. A slow, long breath out helps calm Link and draws his shoulders down from his ears. His hands follow the downward trend, petting over the column of his throat. Sidon's pleased hum urges Link on.

The warm water around them helps drive some of the natural chill of the cave away. But it's nowhere near the surface temperatures Link is used to. All the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand up. And when his palms slips down over his collarbones to pass his nipples, they're already hard and sensitive. Link's shoulders bunch up as he does it again, and he spares a glance down at the rosy things. They're darker than normal from being hard for so long. The damp, thin dress he'd worn hadn't provided any warmth. Not to mention the slight breeze of air through the caves had buffed against him, too. Biting his lower lip and turning his head again, Link grabs at the flesh and muscle under his hands squeezes himself. He doesn't have breasts, but it feels good anyway. Through the narrowest crack of his eyelids, he watches Sidon's reaction.

Those gold eyes are only for him, only for his skin. Link bows his head, and some damp hair falls into his face. His hands drop lower so he can pinch his nipples. Link's body jumps as he rolls them between his index and thumb. Through the hair that's fallen in his face, Link watches Sidon shudder. More black takes over in his eyes. Nipples rosy and tender where he's pinched them, Link drags his fingers over them one more time before moving on. He shuffles on the smooth rock and kicks up a wave that washes over his thighs. It helps unstick his skin from itself and drives away sweat that's beading up where his leg meets his torso. His face is hot too, and he's sure that his blush has stained all the way up his ears. Link bows his head towards the water and pets down his stomach, fingers brushing the blond hair that leads down from his navel.

His cock is only half hard so far, so he skips it for now. With a shiver he pets his own thighs apart, pretending it's Sidon doing this to him. Sidon has maintained his distance so far, only appearing as an out of focus figure in the top of Link's sight. But Link's stomach flips whenever he tries to look at Sidon. He's thrilled and terrified of what he might see. Instead, Link digs his nails into his thighs and marks them up like Sidon had done when they first met. Sidon sucking in a loud breath startles Link, and he accidentally cuts himself. Water washes over the blood. Sidon is on him in a second, dragging him by the ankles until his balance upsets and Link flops onto his back. Sidon shoves his legs apart and holds them in the air by the backs of his knees. The teeth marks he'd carved into Link when he'd licked and fondled him on the beach haven't fully disappeared yet.

Sidon's teeth sink into the marks and reopen them. Link yelps. When the sound echoes back in his ears—needy and high-pitched—he smacks a hand over his mouth. Sidon bites him harder, a growl vibrating through his skin and shooting straight to his cock. Link flings his hand away and arches off the stones, whining and moaning to appease the mouth sucking up blood from his thigh. The wet suck of Sidon's teeth pulling back from his skin nearly drowns under his harsh breathing and Link's pitiful cries. Sidon jostles his legs higher, nearly folding the poor Hylian in half. Sidon towers above him, eyes narrow and so dark. Link wishes he could cover his face, but the sting in his thigh is almost too much. He doesn't want another to match it.

"Touch yourself," Sidon repeats. "Or I'll take you without it again."

He'd asked for gentle. And Sidon telling him to figure out preparation is more than what they'd done the first time. Link wiggles on his back and drags a shaking hand down his body. Folded like this, it's much easier to reach over his straining cock to brush across his hole. Besides the water clinging to him from the spring, there's nothing else to ease his curious strokes and caresses over the skin. And Sidon stares down at him while he does it, making Link squirm with nerves. His eyes slam shut as he tests his resistance. Link curves his left shoulder up to give his fingers an easier time sinking into himself. But even his index finger up to the first knuckle stings without anything wet to help. He goes deeper anyway, blushing madly and biting his lower lip when he pets weakly at the sensitive spot Sidon had found inside him. His toes curl in the air as he jostles to force more into himself. Sidon sighs above him, and his grip slides down to hold Link by the backs of his thighs, near his ass. Link peels an eye open just in time to see Sidon's tongue sneak out and lap at his hole.

Link jerks hard under Sidon and jams his finger into his prostate. Sidon chuckles against him while forcing his tongue alongside the one finger Link's managed so far. It's a horrible, squirming thing that spreads saliva around and stretches him open. Saliva is a far cry from the natural slick Sidon's cocks make, but this is better than nothing. And Sidon's vigorous teasing and thrusting inside Link helps him relax, helps distract from the burn of something inside him. Sidon fucks him harder when Link adds another finger. Together, they coax terrible, wet noises from his bent body. They were swallowed by the lake last time, and Link cries louder to drown them out. Sidon must like them, because he takes to darting his tongue between Link's fingers when they spread apart. Hips jerking up to force everything deeper, Link tosses his head around while panting. His hair ends up caught about his face, and he rips it away with his free hand. That hand makes to wander down to touch his cock, but Sidon snatches it and pins it to the floor. When Link peeks an eye open, he finds Sidon glaring at him, still fucking him with his tongue.

When Link doesn't struggle under his hand, Sidon lets him go. He takes Link's other wrist and slowly eases his fingers out, leaving only his tongue to tease him. Sidon doesn't spend much more time doing so, and Link is silently grateful. His cock is a mess on his stomach, and Link worries he might draw Sidon's ire if he comes before they even start. Eyes pinched shut once again, the smile on Sidon's face just before he presses a kiss to Link's entrance goes unnoticed. But Link jumps under his lips, and he certainly feels Sidon laugh between his legs. Link lies on the stones, mind hazy and blood rushing through him like a runaway train. He doesn't even hear Sidon grunt as he hoists himself out of the water, too. Only the wave from him disturbing the pool catches Link's attention. He whines when Sidon scoops him off the floor and settles him in his lap, plastered chest to back. Link hangs on to the thick arms wrapped around him and blinks down where Sidon's shins hook around his, keeping his legs open.

Link's mouth hangs open as Sidon's cocks settle in the creases where his legs join his body. Finally, allowed to keep his eyes open and with Sidon out of the water, he stares at them all he wants. This shade of maroon is hard to come by in Hyrule, but it suits Sidon's body. They twitch under his gaze and slip closer to his erection. There's a rigidness to them that's more obvious now that Link can see them. They bend less at the base, and Link remembers the barbs that had hurt so much last time. He pets one cock with shaking fingers and hopes Sidon will be gentle with him, won't force the barbs hard and deep into him. The cock in his hand squirms and oozes more oily lubricant. It slips right out of his hand, but wiggles back to brush against him. Link almost laughs, but Sidon snatches both his hands and holds them high in the air.

"They could be put to better use, don't you agree?"

His teeth nip at Link's blushing ear, and he nods hard enough to send his hair flying. Sidon releases his hands with another bite to his ear. Link curls his arms behind him and clings to whatever part of Sidon that's within reach. Sidon's hands meanwhile drop down to his thighs again, and his fingers dig into Link's skin as Sidon picks him up behind his knees. He almost bends Link in half again when he forces Link's legs up to his chest. He's exposed and unable to resist the slick curl of Sidon's cocks against his hole. They tease him together, spreading their oily slick all over him. Link's breath hitches, sound echoing off the cavern walls, and he throws his head back. Will Sidon take him with both? Can he handle both? His mouth hangs open again as he pants, and Sidon's voice flows over him when he speaks.

"Do try not to squirm too much. I don't want to drop you on all of them at once."

Sidon says so with a grin in his voice, but Link trusts that won't happen. Sidon won't force him to take both, not when he'd willing do this if they go slow. But Link nods, and it's only then that Sidon presses up. His arms keep Link's legs and body up high while the tips of his cocks curl past his muscles and dip inside him. They're more eager to fuck up into him together than the first time with just one. But when Link tenses up and whines, they calm and slip out of him a bit. It's back to being a comfortable squeeze rather than a burn. Sidon's body remains still as he instead uses his arm strength to move Link's body over them. Link's chest heaves as he struggles to pull air in. Sidon's brute strength, dragging him down his cocks and forcing them deeper leaves him seeing stars. A cry rips out of him when Sidon's hips snap below, feeding more girth into him. Link's nails scramble at the skin under them, and he cranes his head back with his mouth falling open. Sidon's pleased hum against his ear fuels Link's whines and moan. Anything to drown out the wet sounds of them fucking.

Powerful hips finally joining in, Sidon rolls into him while still letting Link's body sink down. He times it perfectly, dragging Link up slowly before thundering back into him. Link's body jolts with every snap of Sidon's hips, every yank of his arms under his knees. Sidon's claws leave dents on the sides of Link's lower thighs where they grip him firmly. Link doesn't think he could reach for Sidon's hands to pet at them, to encourage him to go a little faster, a little harder. Sidon lets him have more and more of his girth gradually so he gets used to it. By the time the rough points of his barbs scratch across Link's ass, he's stuffed and can barely breathe. Link tenses up again when the barbs threaten to stab into him. His struggling punches a lewd groan out of Sidon, but when Link doesn't relax, he calms himself.

Lips dragging wet and messy across Link's ear, Sidon asks, "Am I hurting you?"

Link nods with his teeth tearing at his lip. He unhooks his nails from Sidon's skin long enough to spell out B-A-R-B-S before clutching at him again. Sidon just hums in his ear and kisses the shell before returning to thrusting into him. He's mindful of the barbs at the base of each cock and doesn't let Link's body sink that low. Sidon bends behind him, chest coming away from his sweaty back, and then his chin hooks over the shoulder he'd bitten earlier. Link turns his head to rub their cheeks together. Sidon nuzzles him as much as their awkward position allows. He changes the angle of his hips at that point. It allows for the fat parts of his cocks to grind and slip past Link's sweet spot. The poor Hylian, already babbling and trembling, screams and throws his head back against Sidon's body. Teeth nibble along the sweaty skin of his throat, and Sidon must be able to feel his cry as well as hear it. Link slips farther down on his cocks when Sidon releases one of his legs, brushing those painful barbs against his rim. Link whimpers and squirms to escape, so Sidon drags him higher with just one hand.

"Look at yourself, Link. Open your eyes."

He does as commanded and drops his head until his chin touches his chest. Sidon's giant hand sweeps over his side and draws attention to the bulge of his cocks, visible under Link's skin. Link jumps when Sidon's hand pets it, knocking into his erection as well with every caress. Link rips a hand from clutching at Sidon to squeeze his wrist. Lips grin against his neck, and Sidon fucks up hard while Link watches. His mouth hangs open again as no sounds escapes, throat too tight to let any out. Sidon shakes his grip off and snatches his hand, guiding it to the bump. His cocks squirm harder, curling again and again over the sensitive places inside him. Sidon's fingers trip over the messy head of his erection, tugging at it and thumbing the slit. Link can't close his eyes, can't look away. He's dizzy with how aroused he is, breathless from being so full. And he knows Sidon will swell larger in him when he comes, making him ache later when he pulls out. Link snaps his hips as best he can into Sidon's grip, chasing his orgasm so that maybe he can make Sidon come, too.

Like the first time, Sidon's cocks swell in him just before his thrusts turn sloppy. He hasn't come yet, but Link understands the warning. His back aches from so much crammed inside him, cocks still spearing him open and pressing hard on his sensitive walls. Link blinks back tears and watches a few spatter on the back of his hand. He's still cupping a palm over the obvious bulge in his belly, hand twitching when it moves with every thrust. Below that, still trapped in Sidon's fist, his cock is a ruddy, wet mess. Sidon's fingers are shiny where he's spreads precome around Link's prick, the thumb especially as he enjoys swiping over the tip. Such attention to the buzzing, sensitive head of his cock makes him gush more. The muscles under his navel jump, giving their warning that he's about to come. Link clenches around Sidon every time his cocks fill him to the breaking point. It helps batter his sweet spot against all the girth stuffed in him. He sees stars as he keeps doing that. The smooth skin of Sidon's palm squeezing his cock plus all the pressure on his insides is finally enough to send him over the edge.

Back bowing and face wet with tears, Link screams as he comes, "Ahh! Uhh-hhh, ohhh..."

Sidon doesn't stop jerking or fucking him as he comes, and each press against his sweet spot forces more come out of him. Flashes of light dance behind Link's eyelids as his hips twitch on Sidon's cocks. He doesn't even hear his screams or Sidon's loud groan while he watches. Coming this hard almost hurts, and he sags in Sidon's arms still twitching, still moaning quietly. Sidon's chest rumbles against his back, and his lips drag sweetly along Link's ear as he shakes. Sidon's hands around his cock lets him go once he can't coax anymore come out of him. Link's blurry vision catches the sheen of white over his fingers as they wrangle his free leg and hoist it up again. For the first time since they began, Sidon's arms shake as they move his weight around. Sidon punches a moan out of him with every thrust. His barbs dance dangerously along Link's rim, but he doesn't have enough brainpower to beg Sidon not to. He has to trust that Sidon won't force them inside him this time. He'd said no...

Breathy and trembling, Sidon drops Link's legs to hold him about his waist. His hips still, barbs threatening and sharp along Link's ass, but they don't sink into him. Sidon pants heavily in his ear, low groans curling out his throat like a beast unleashed from a cage. Giving a feeble squeeze around Sidon, Link gathers his trembling hands to cover the arms wrapped around him. He clenches again. Sidon jerks under him and hisses in his ear. Sidon's teeth pinch his neck just below his ear, and Link risks teeth tearing into him to squeeze Sidon again. That does it, and Sidon's stuttered, broken moan is a roar in his ear when he comes. Sidon swells again inside him, and Link struggles to breathe. He arches up in Sidon's arms and flinches when sharp teeth nick him below his ear. Between harsh moments of panting, Sidon licks and sucks at the wound, groaning against Link's skin like he's come again just from the taste of his blood.

"Link," Sidon groans in his ear. "Ohhh, Link. My Link."

Link shivers at the brush of Sidon's tongue over his neck, but he gives a slight nod anyway. It hurts to move his head. Everything will hurt in a few hours, when they've rested somewhere and Link falls asleep. He's almost doing that now, still aching and full. Sidon shudders against his back and kisses the cut he'd made before leaving it alone. His arms shift under Link's weak ones, and he drags a hand over the bump in Link's belly that's gone down some. A warm hum in Link's ear can't drown out his own cry when Sidon lifts him up, aiding his cocks in slipping out. Sidon shoves them off the edge of the pool before any of his come can leak out and cause Link further embarrassment. Strong hands catch Link around the shoulders before he floats away, and Sidon tucks him against his chest, holding him. Link whimpers and shakes in Sidon's arms when he curls a clawed hand down to feel along his entrance.

"Sore?"

It tickles Link that Sidon's voice is hoarse from moaning. He nods though and cants his hips back to give Sidon room to touch him. A flinch wracks Link's body as Sidon pries him open again and come stains the water below them. Sidon's hand pets oily slick and slippery come from between Link's cheeks as best he can. Link wonders if Sidon tastes or smells all this in the water? He can't put forms to that to ask, though, so he just nuzzles Sidon's wet skin and holds on tighter. The water and Sidon are the only things keeping him above water. His legs dangle uselessly between Sidon's, and Link doubts he could even tread water. Sidon's gentle, curious fingers around his hole eventually drop away. Link sighs, sated and almost asleep, and Sidon carries them to the other edge of the pool, closer to the hallway.

With a grunt, Sidon lifts Link out first and leaves him for a moment to lie on the wet rocks. He hoists himself up with only a little shake to his arms and scoops Link off the ground once his feet are firmly planted on the cavern floor. Link barely manages a whimper when Sidon lifts him so quickly. He buries his still pink face in Sidon's shoulder and lets Sidon carry him like a child. Fussing now would only disturb the wounds on his upper body and the ache between his legs. Link blushes hot again to think maybe Sidon's come is leaking out of him still, if Sidon hadn't cleaned it all away. On some animal, primal level, he probably reeks of Sidon anyway, so he shoves the embarrassing thoughts away. Sidon lowers him to the ground again after he walks them back to where Link woke up. Link's weak hands find the smooth pelts of the blanket that had kept him warm. Sidon nudges him away before lowering himself to his side, lying next to Link. Link doesn't struggle, doesn't even whine when Sidon captures him in his arms and holds them flush together. He spares a moment to yank the blanket mostly over Link before settling down on his arm. Link blinks at Sidon's peaceful face, waiting for those golden eyes to open. When they don't, Link lets the smile on his face linger as he falls asleep, too.

-

The Hylian merchant eyes him suspiciously, dripping wet with clothes on that don't fit quite right. The pants Sidon had given him don't cover his hipbones, and the shirt stretches across his chest, two sizes too small. Link asks the man again for something that might resist water or might keep him warm in frigid rivers. The merchant gives him a bewildered shake of the head before turning to his stock. There's a stable nearby, wild horses in the fields beyond. Link admires it all with his hair plastered to his forehead. Three days rest had perked him right back up. But if he's to travel with Sidon, he needs something better than a thin shirt and pants that don't even reach mid-calf on him. The merchant returns in the middle of Link's gawking of the area and slaps down a shirt and pants that match. Anything would be better than what he has on, but Link instantly loves the deep blue of the cloth, the silver embroidery across the neckline and sleeves.

"All the way from Zora's Domain. Supposed to keep the cold out, but not the wet. 5,000 rupees a piece."

Link shrugs and digs in his pockets. He has no idea what or where "Zora's Domain" is, but these clothes will suit him perfectly. There's a smirk on the merchant's face, almost nasty at the edges. Link disregards it and slaps at least a dozen diamonds on the bench before snatching the clothes. The man sputters, glances between the glittering stones and Link. But Link is tearing through the field before the man can try to stop him. There are more gems and precious things in his pockets, things Sidon had come across in all his years in the lake. They might not have money, but Sidon had countless things worth about the same. Of course, they couldn't take it all. But anything small and trade worthy Link had made sure to pack with them. Link snickers to himself as he rounds a hill and finds Sidon where he left him, resting under a rocky ledge near the riverbank. Sidon perks up at the sight of clothes in Link's arms, and he shoves himself off the ground with a hand sunk in the grass.

"Let me see what you have there."

Link dumps the clothes in Sidon's outstretched hand and instantly yanks at his soaked clothes. He's careful with the pants since his pockets still have loot in them. Naked flesh warming in the sun, Link stands with his hands on his hips, swinging them lightly to attract Sidon's eye. He has a playful smirk on his lips, knowing what he must look like bright-eyed and with purple marks all over his neck. They'd stayed three more nights in the caves for Link to heal, but that doesn't mean Sidon kept his hands and lips off. But Sidon is too busy staring at the blue clothes Link had bought, fingers petting over the silver embroidery. Link drops his pose and steps closer, concerned at Sidon's slack jawed expression. He covers Sidon's powerful hand with his much smaller one, and the graze of their skin shocks him.

"This... This is from my home," Sidon murmurs, glancing up at Link. "I'd recognize this anywhere."

Petting the back of Sidon's hand, Link twists his fingers in front of his chest to ask, Is it bad for me to wear it?

Sidon shakes his head with his eyes open wide.

"Not at all! No, I would... I would be honored if you wore it."

Link shuffles forward in all his nakedness and kisses Sidon's cheek. These clothes mean something to Sidon. Whether they're ceremonial perhaps or meant to signify someone of importance, Link doesn't know. But Sidon watches him with something vulnerable in his eyes as Link steps into the pants first. They're thicker in material that he'd first thought. They look like they're made of cotton, but as Link yanks and struggles to guide the pants up his body, he knows better. The thickness will certainly keep the cold out, which he considers worse than the wet. A fire will always dry him. Link stuffs the pockets of these new pants with the loot Sidon had given him before he takes the shirt. It's tight, meant to cling to him like a second skin just like the pants. Link has to tug the shirt over his head. The sleeves are long and tight, fitting snugly around the wrists. Link gets stuck with his ears in the neck hole, and he flails a bit. Sidon chuckles, and then his hands are on the tunic, gently pulling the edge over Link's ears to not hurt him. His hands linger on Link's shoulders, petting at the deep blue.

Smoothing the wrinkles out from all the tugging and pulling he'd done, Link admires himself. These clothes hug him and flatter him, but also help cover up how his ribs show. He doubts they'll be that way for long. Sidon has already complained that the church leaders must have starved all of them. Link has to constantly assure Sidon that he's full when they eat. It's almost overwhelming, to have someone care so much about him. Link smiles and tilts his head up to take in Sidon's reaction to the clothes. That delicate thing in his eyes is still there, and Link lifts a hand to caress his jaw. Sidon sinks to a knee and captures his chin, angling his head for a kiss. Link holds onto Sidon's scarred fin and moans softly at how gently, how carefully Sidon kisses him. This isn't the same as when they're passionately clutching at each other, jostling for position until Sidon takes over and dominates him. No, the soft thing in Sidon's eyes has made it to his mouth, and he gives it to Link with his tongue and lips.

They part with one last nip of Sidon's teeth at Link's lip, and he pets a hand over Link's drying hair.

"If only we matched, hmm?"

Link sticks his tongue out and rolls his eyes, shoving at Sidon's shoulder. Sidon's fingers slip out of his hair, although Link detects Sidon's reluctance. People touching him had once only brought him pain. The fact that he doesn't flinch away from Sidon's wandering hands fill Link with hope that he isn't as damaged as he'd thought. It helps that Sidon treats him like an adult, like a person instead of a burden. Clawed hands reaching for his hair again knocks Link out of his sentimental thoughts. They'll never get anywhere if Sidon can't keep his hands to himself. Link shoves and pokes him back to the river, and he lets out an angry yell when Sidon jumps in and splashes him. Scooping water out of his eyes, Link's whole face pulls down in a comical frown as Sidon cackles in the fast-flowing river. He'd jump in after Sidon if he thought he could fight the current. Sidon hangs by the shore, which is a sheer drop off thanks to the current, and curls his fingers towards himself. Link crosses his arms and turns his head away, faking upset. Sidon splashes him with frigid water and coos at him, a noise he usually only makes when they're cuddling and sated.

"Come, Link, we have much to see around Hyrule."

Head still turned away, Link peeks an eye open and blinks at Sidon.

Sidon grins at him and leans farther out of the water.

"Don't make me come after you."

Link waggles his head and mocks Sidon's talking, although just without the sound. A huge wave roars over the river's edge to snatch him in the middle of acting up. The blue waters consume his yelp, and when hands grab him in the deep, Link holds on tightly. They surface, Link soaked yet again, and Sidon laughs in his face as he sputters. Link sacrifices a hand to scoop water out of his eyes before glaring at Sidon through wet hair stuck to his face. Sidon's laugh winds down the longer Link stews, and it only takes a few kisses to his puffed up cheeks to get Link laughing, too. The twinkle of his laughter echoes off the hills surrounding them, joined by Sidon's voice too, until it peters out and only the peaceful silence of wilderness remains.