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“Well… good-bye, Mr. Captain Hero Sir,” Ravio said, feeling all manner of out of sorts. “This entire war thing really hasn’t been to my tastes at all, I have to admit.”

Captain Link laughed and shook his head. “We could tell. Despite that, you were a valued ally, Ravio. Thank you for your help… and your willingness to fight for a version of Hyrule so far from the one you know.”

“Mr. Hero would never let me live it down if I hadn’t at least tried!” Ravio said, firmly nodding his head. His bunny hood flopped back and forth on top of his head but didn’t, thankfully, fall off. He didn’t think he could stand the thought of having to say good-bye with his entire face exposed.

He’d cry. He’d absolutely sob his eyes out if he didn’t have at least a little bit of a barrier between himself and the rest of the world. He missed Lorule more than he ever thought he could, but he’d also made so many friends here in this Hyrule. Leaving them hurt just as much as seeing his Link depart Lorule for the last time. He’s celebrated the return of their Triforce, sure, but… knowing he’d never see his Light world counterpart again was remarkably tragic. And now, he was about to do it all over again, only with an entirely new set of heroes. 

Captain Link, thankfully, was gentle with him, and settled for reaching for him. Ravio stared for a moment as a blush stained his hidden cheeks… then reached out to accept the offered hand. They shook hands firmly, pretending all the while they hadn’t spent the past several nights with the captain muffling himself on a pillow while Ravio enthusiastically acquainted himself with his backside.

(In hindsight, they should have started that a lot sooner than they had. They hadn’t even gotten halfway through Ravio’s list before Lana popped up and announced she’s figured out how to send him home.)

Then, silently mourning the fact that he’d never again see the captain quivering and whimpering in the aftermath of release while seed trickled down his wide-spread thighs, Ravio released the handshake and turned towards Lana and her prepared spellwork.

The blue-haired woman beamed at them and bounced excitedly as she gestured towards the chalk-covered ground. “I’ll activate it when you’re ready, Ravio,” she announced. “You just need to step inside. Um, without disrupting any of the runes.”

“Right. In that case…” He took a deep breath, then glanced back at the captain. They gave each other a long look (through the hood hiding how his lips were beginning to quiver) before Ravio made himself turn back. He gathered up the long hem of his robe, then skipped carefully over the various runes until he landed in the open space in the center. “Alright, I’m ready, Lana!”

“Okay! Here we go, then! Good-bye, Ravio! I really liked getting to know you!”

As Lana fired up her spell, Ravio saw the captain standing neatly to attention to watch him depart. Oh dear… Their dalliance hadn’t really been all that deep (it had, in fact, been mostly focused on exploring all the different ways Ravio could make the captain’s eyes cross or roll back in his head as he came), but Ravio had to admit he’d miss him quite a lot. The captain had been far more charitable and welcoming than he’d needed to be. He’d shared his experience, his guidance, his home… his tight ass. 

Oooh, he really was going to cry.

The runes surrounding him suddenly began to glow and Ravio was immediately flooded with ambient arcane energy. His hand snapped up as his hood tried to fly off and gripped it firmly. His robe also billowed out, but that was far less concerning. 

“And here- we- go!” With a sudden cry, Lana’s arm shot into the air, fingers spread wide, and Ravio felt the moment the spell clicked into place. 

Home, it declared, and Ravio-

Flew.

Through space, through time, along pathways he couldn’t make out and wouldn’t remember. His heart, his spirit, his core inner self guided the magic along, steering him perfectly towards home.

“Whooaaaa!” The half-panicked cry tore free as he was rushed along. The sense of moving and flying overwhelmed him until-

It stopped. And he spilled out onto a smooth wooden floor. 

“Ughhh…”

Ravio remained where he’d landed, arms and legs spread akimbo as he waited for everything to stop spinning around him. He felt like he’d hurl if he so much as twitched, which was impressive because he was pretty certain his stomach had full-on escaped mid-flight. 

He just… really needed to be not moving for a while.

Familiar scents trickled vaguely into his nose. He couldn’t tell what a single one of them was, but having even the barest realization that he knew those smells… Maybe Lana’s spell had worked. That’d be nice. His preference, really, of all the potential outcomes.

He didn’t know how much time passed. He didn’t try to measure it. Not when trying to keep his very rude stomach from making its feelings about the trip known took up so much of his focus. But, as it gradually began to calm down, Ravio slowly realized someone was with him. Close by, actually, and mumbled softly in a somewhat worried voice.

“-figure this out, I swear. I haven’t seen any fissures anywhere but I also haven’t been looking. If that doesn’t work, then we’ll talk to Zelda, she’ll know what to do, it’s going to be fine, Ravio, I promise-”

… wait. That… wasn’t right, actually. 

Daringly, Ravio turned his head and opened his eyes. The world continued to swim around him but gradually, he realized he did know who was speaking.

“Mr. Hero- s‘nice to see you ‘gain,” Ravio slurred. “Oh- that- Spell worked. Waaay too much power… Need to tell Lana…” He tried to push himself upright, only to immediately regret it. “Ah. Damn.”

And then everything went black.

Ravio woke up and found himself tucked neatly into bed. A chair had been placed nearby to hold his robe, hood, and boots, which Ravio hastily reached for. He felt… a lot more grounded, actually, than he had after landing. His eyes roamed around the room as he donned his boots and robe again, then let his hood sit draped over his back. 

He did know this room, actually, and Ravio found himself letting out a huff of amusement because this was a delightful, and concerning, little inversion of how he and Mr. Hero had first met. He’d scraped Link up off the floor years ago and had delivered him straight to this exact bed. And now, Mr. Hero had done the same for him. 

Knowing Mr. Hero, though, Link would undoubtedly be fretting, so the sooner Ravio explained matters, the better. Only… Hmm, what, exactly, was there to explain?

Ravio tucked his hands into his sleeves as he set out to find his Light-world counterpart, musing on the topic as he went. 

“Good morning, Mr. Hero!”

Link let out a startled yelp and almost sliced his hand open. But he didn’t, because Ravio had waited until he started to put the knife down before calling out. He’d missed the fingers on his opposite hand by almost a full inch! 

Then, after setting down the knife, Link abandoned the apple he’d been slicing and dove for him.

“Ravio! Are you alright? You appeared out of nowhere then collapsed!” Calloused fingers then latched onto his robe and gave him a furious shake. “What are you even doing here? The cracks leading in and out of Lorule are sealed! I even had Gully run a message to the palace and Zelda says there’s no way to reach Lorule!”

Mr. Hero seemed absolutely furious, and Ravio found himself staring in bemused shock as he was whipped back and forth by the force of Link’s agitated shaking. 

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Ravio said. He quickly reached up and grabbed Mr. Hero’s wrists, and Link immediately went still. “There was a teeny-tiny accident in Lorule that pulled me away. And getting sent home seems to have put me here instead of back with Queen Hilda. Isn’t that silly?”

Silly was one word for it. Ravio had been able to sense how Lana’s spell worked. His heart and desires had led him here instead of Lorule, which was… quite a tricky thing to ponder. Best just to put it out of mind.

Link sucked in a slow, deep breath as he processed Ravio’s words. “Alright. Alright. We’ll find a way to get you home, Ravio. Until then… Um, well, I guess you can stay here.”

Ravio beamed and firmly ignored the little flutter that appeared in his stomach. “That’s very kind of you, Mr. Hero! You won’t even notice I’m here!”

“What the hell are you putting in my living room?!”

“Hm?” Ravio smiled blandly as he adjusted where his display of empty bottles sat next to a sign reading, The most versatile tool for any hero! “Oh, it’s just a few things, Mr. Hero. Nothing to worry about!”

Mr. Hero let out a sound of pure anguish, which was, in Ravio’s opinion, a complete overreaction. 

“You’ve been very generous, Mr. Hero! I don’t want to be a burden on you so I thought I’d start selling just a few things on the side!”

“It’s not going to stop at just a few things, though,” Link groaned, and Ravio just let out a soft, non-committal hum. After all, Mr. Hero was, actually, entirely correct. Ravio just wanted to ease him into things. He seemed so much more stressed than he had the last time they’d been around each other.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Hero,” Ravio just said as he finished with his display. “You won’t notice a thing!”

A hero’s work was never done, and so it wasn’t all big a surprise that Mr. Hero was out doing some impressively dashing work when the monsters came tromping up to the house. Gully burst inside, looking quite frightened and Ravio couldn’t help but whimper as he pulled out his trusty mallet. 

Oh, but he did not like fighting, no matter how good he’d gotten at it.

Link came sprinting up before Ravio had finished off the last of the screeching bokoblins and skidded to a shocked halt as Ravio sent another one flying. The haste that had defined his rush home seemed completely stymied by the sight of Ravio fighting something.

“Mr. Hero! Help me!” Ravio squeaked as he went after another. And naturally, Mr. Hero was much faster at dispatching the monsters than Ravio. 

“Since when… do you fight monsters,” Link said, staring at him after the last bokoblin collapsed to the ground. Smoke was already drifting up from the first monster Ravio had defeated, heralding how their front lawn would soon be free of the customer-repelling sight.

Ravio sighed heavily. “It’s awful, Mr. Hero. Things were very busy after I got pulled out of Lorule.”

“... where exactly did you end up?”

Link looked confused but Ravio was thankfully spared from having to explain by Gully exploding out of the house so he could issue effusive - and loud - thanks. 

He still felt sad thinking about the war and all the heroes he’d met there. It was easier just to keep brushing it all aside.

It was funny how time worked. The years since that horribly messy affair with Yuga had seemed to crawl by as Lorule dragged itself bit by bit out of the clutches of the apocalypse. Then Ravio got dropped into the middle of Mr. Captain’s war and they never seemed to have enough time. Everything seemed to finally level out after Ravio was sent home… and found himself with Link. And just like that, time didn’t seem to be passing too quickly or too slowly. Ravio didn’t feel exhausted when he got up every morning, and he could spend as much time as he wanted checking on Mr. Hero’s cellar and pantry. The flow of time actually seemed to be moving at just the right speed.

Even having to add in fighting training once Mr. Hero discovered Ravio could fight monsters didn't eat up all that much time… and as loath as Ravio was to actually engage in combat, he couldn’t find it in himself to protest. Not when training meant getting to watch Mr. Hero going through sword drills wearing just a kilt while sweat dribbled down his chest. 

It reminded him of Mr. Captain, and Ravio found that time was making that lingeral little hurt ease up more and more. 

Mr. Hero was a much grumpier bunny these days, though. He still laughed and joked around, but the darker moments seemed far stronger than before, and they lasted longer. He also unleashed more scathing comments these days, and had less patience with foolish nonsense. He always seemed busy, maybe not with full-sized adventures, but there always seemed to be villages who needed the hero’s help and all sorts of ruins and tombs that needed an experienced hand to clear them out.

Ravio’s store was growing and thriving, and he’d soon be making enough that he would actually be able to start paying Mr. Hero rent instead of having to pour all his profits back into his business… and building up his little emergency stash, of course. The lessons learned growing up in Lorule never went away, he simply got better at keeping them tucked out of sight of the Hylians who’d thankfully never found themselves so heavily pressed. 

When he was working or training or pretending he wasn’t ogling Mr. Hero as he did all sorts of impressive things, Ravio was delighted to sit down… and create. Magic had always come easily to him (comparatively, magic had never been easy in Lorule, but Ravio’d always had more of a knack than most to use what little was available) and the time available to him in Hyrule meant he could just experiment.  

Small, easily made trinkets he put up for sale - minor luck rings, glamour earrings that made a person shine a bit more, alarm bracelets that could be set to buzz at certain times of the day, and so on. The more complex things took time to develop, in part because it had been so long since he could truly explore such delicate work. 

Mr. Hero liked to sit with him at the workbench he’d taken over and listen to Ravio talk magic theory, then ask questions about different ways of approaching magic in general. He learned quickly, of course - Link excelled at everything he put his mind to, it seemed - and it didn’t take long before Mr. Hero could head out with multiple rings on each finger and hair that always seemed kissed with bits of pink - a subtle sign of his growing magical prowess. Link had always been a capable warrior, both in terms of his martial capacity and in how well he used all those neat tools of his. Ravio felt incredible pride at helping him improve his inherent magical capabilities, too. He couldn’t remember ever feeling as much pride as he did as he guided Link through the kinds of subtleties a person learned when they needed to wring every bit of potential out of every thaum of magic.

Watching Link gird himself for more heroing work was downright inspiring these days, and Ravio adored watching pink spread through his hair as he adorned his fingers with rings and hung magical charms around his neck. He hadn’t been able to utilize so many magic items at once when Ravio had first arrived, so seeing him do so now…

He’d done that. He’d taught Link that!

And it might have just been him reading far too much into things, but… he couldn’t help but feel like Mr. Hero’s gaze started burning with a little more than simple battle anticipation in that moment right before he left… that moment where he gave Ravio a long, weighty look before briskly telling him when he’d be home.

Ravio certainly found plenty of heat to enjoy there, and it quickly became routine for him to need an hour or so after Link left to take care of himself before opening his shop for business. 

“I do have potions, Mr. Hero,” Ravio said as he continued diligently binding Link’s shoulder.

“Yeah, but you’d charge me for them,” Link retorted. 

“Well, they do need to be paid for, Mr. Hero,” Ravio said in a cheerful voice. “I’d lose rupees if I just gave them to you.”

“And there it is. I’ll be fine, Ravio, really. It’s just a shoulder strain. It’ll heal in no time,” Link said. When Ravio finished with the bandage, Link tested his range of motion and sighed. “Well, that sucks. I won’t be able to jerk it for a while-”

His voice cut off with a sudden choke and Ravio found himself going very, very still. Mr. Hero seemed frozen as well, trapped in a prey animal’s instinct to freeze in hopes the more dangerous predators around didn’t notice him. 

But of course, Ravio had noticed, and that single small opening Link had just given him wasn’t something he could just ignore. 

Mr. Hero sputtered, his cheeks flushed, and he protested several times, but in the end, he melted back against Ravio’s chest while Ravio wrapped his hand around Link’s cock and jerked him to completion. From there, it was just a matter of time and Ravio made full use of the little proverbial niche he’d been able to squeeze himself into. It was downright flattering how much Link quivered and flushed as Ravio got to explore more and more until he could spend entire nights with his hands on Link’s cock and balls. 

The first night after Mr. Hero’s shoulder finally healed, Link ended up clinging to Ravio with both arms as they rocked together. Ravio rutted against him, confidently driving him into the mattress while Link gasped and moaned loudly beneath him. Link was delightfully sticky and messy afterwards, and his face and ears went beat red as Ravio took his time holding his legs spread wide so he could admire how pretty he looked covered in their combined seed. Especially since Ravio followed that lovely grinding session up by spending the next hour leisurely inspecting the hero’s privates.

Every inch of those privates. Link came with Ravio tweaking the base of his testicles and a thumb teasing the slit at the end of his cock. Ravio, of course, cheerfully aimed Link’s cock at his stomach and tended to both his cock and balls to ensure Mr. Hero’s torso was thoroughly drenched by the time his balls finally ran dry.

It was the start of something. And something beautiful.

Link never seemed able to say no to him and it didn’t take long before Ravio was bending him over the bed (and the workbench and every chair, stool, and step ladder in the house) to express his most sincere appreciation and adoration for him. Even more delightfully, while Link didn’t enter into the arrangement ignorant of bedsports, he hadn’t really explored all that much (especially as the receiving partner) which meant Ravio got to experience the joy of drawing up a detailed list of activities for them to experiment with. 

Mr. Hero, as it turned out, enjoyed firm hands and clear instructions, and found the process of being made to accept whatever Ravio gave him downright nourishing. Ravio’s only real regret lay in their lack of size difference. He suspected Link would melt into a perfectly pliable little puddle in the hands of someone big and strong enough to casually manhandle him. Ravio could certainly get those results, but it took a bit more work and a fair amount of soft rope… which was something Link could be quite sensitive to, at times. 

There was something to be said for simple things, though, and they spent plenty of nights together focusing solely on having Link’s mouth on Ravio’s cock, then fingers alone being used to get Link, himself, off. 

Ravio wasn’t quite certain what was going on between them, and Link seemed disinclined to want to pin down the specifics. 

But they both thoroughly enjoyed it.

“Now, Mr. Hero, I haven’t been able to test anything but the basics,” Ravio said as he fastened the bracelet around Link’s wrist. “But it should work almost exactly the same as the old one!”

“Back to being a painting, huh?” Link said, lifting his arm up. He examined the bracelet with obvious fascination. 

“For a short while! I haven’t worked out exactly how long it will last. That’s what you’re going to do!”

“Well, we’ll see if it holds up,” Link said. Then he planted his hands on his hips and gave Ravio a long, piercing look. He was adorned for battle, wearing his red mail over his favorite kilt and his favorite blue cap on his head. His feet were shod in his Pegasus boots and he’d even fetched the Master Sword, since there’s been rumors that these new troublesome monsters were unusually powerful. 

“I’ll be back in a few days,” Link finally declared. “It shouldn’t take too long to deal with whatever this is.”

“Of course not, Mr. Hero! I’m sure you won’t have any trouble at all,” Ravio said. 

Link looked at him for a little longer, lingering just a bit while his eyes simmered with subtle heat… Then, with one final nod, he turned and went striding out of the house.

Ravio sighed in the quiet that followed, then double-checked the door lock before drifting towards the bedroom in the back. That lingering stare never failed to leave him with a pleasant sizzle in his gut and he was rather looking forward to stoking that into something much more heated. 

Mmm. And he needed to decide precisely how he wanted to welcome Link home again once he finished this latest bit of heroing.

Which… oh. When had he started thinking of this as home? Hyrule still felt quite foreign some days. Hylians’ general naivety of how fragile their world was could be grating at times while there were some mornings where the sheer amount of light and cheer everywhere was just too much. Link grumbled on those days… mostly about him trying to power through it when he should, “-go back to bed, idiot, while I close the shutters and draw the curtains-” .

He missed Lorule, so very, very much. It hurt to think of how he’d fallen out of his world, of the things and people left behind. The tasks left unfinished and Hilda with no way of knowing where he was. He could only assume she’d decided he’d run off on her because she’d have used the Triforce if she’d suspected even for a moment he’d been taken by force.

There were downsides for being known for running off…

Ahh. Pits. He was losing that lovely heat Link had gifted him with, leaving it to be replaced with depression. That wouldn’t do, he wasn’t supposed to be wallowing in guilt until after the afternoon rush.

Ravio closed his eyes and let his fingers run along his abdomen instead. He breathed slowly and deeply, working hard to focus on the memory of Link’s heated blue eyes. Mr. Hero… adorned with all that magical finery… His armor and weapons, the finest hero in the history of Lorule and Hyrule. He quite liked the thought of pulling him close when he returned, of binding his wounds and kissing his lips… Then, depending on how things had gone for Link, he could reward him with a long, tender plowing or sit on his face and make him lick his ass and balls for an hour. Both were delightful options, honestly. 

And that thought, of enjoying that delightfully wet tickle while Link whimpered and sobbed beneath him, went a long ways towards restoring that sensual yearning he’d almost lost. 

Humming in quiet satisfaction, Ravio wrapped his hand around himself and began to wander through all sorts of lovely ideas.

Link didn’t come home.

Enough time passed that Ravio eventually managed to finagle a meeting with Zelda at the castle, then went tromping out to the town that had been struggling with the strangely powerful monsters. The townspeople proved annoyingly helpful, and managed to fully detail Link’s actions and movements for basically the full duration of his time with them. He’d faced down the monsters - not without difficulty - and ended the threat to the town, then scouted out the forest surrounding it looking for other signs of trouble. 

It was one of the children who spoke of Link with awe and reverence that told him precisely what had happened to his housemate-and-possible-something-else. One enterprising young lass had followed him the whole way through the forest (dreaming that they’d one day get married or some such nonsense) and reported that a strange glowing light had appeared behind him when he’d turned around to tell her to leave. He’d then accidentally backed into that light, which vanished moments later and left no trace of Hyrule’s legendary hero to be found.

Pits. Pits and crevices and, Lolia’s lazy left eye, his hero had been portal-napped!

Ravio was infuriated. Raging. And found himself actually thrilled to come stomping up on a band of monsters while walking home because smashing them to pieces actually felt good. He’d never wielded his hammer with so much anger and force before - certainly not the first time it had been laid in his hands back in Lorule, not while training (with anyone), and not even back during the war. Something had taken Link away from him and he couldn’t chase after him! All Ravio could do was return home and seethe because he didn’t get to keep hold of anyone. Not Hilda, not the captain, not even Link.

He did, of course, notice the parallels. And worried that Link might never return home, just like how Ravio didn’t seem to have any way of returning to Lorule that didn’t involve the Triforce. (The thought of which made him incredibly leery after how he’d seen the various pieces used and abused back during the captain’s war. There was a reason he’d never asked Zelda to send him back to Lorule.)

It was wrong. It wasn’t fair. Ravio was going to break absolutely everything.

It turned out, Hylians didn’t appreciate shops littered with broken crockery. Ravio cleaned while sulking and remembering how rare it had been to find any place truly clean back in Lorule growing up. Outside of cramped personal homes, he’d only really encountered that after Hilda pressed him into service to the crown.

He couldn’t really see it mattering anymore, but he went through the motions anyways. Mr. Hero would have been grumpy about the mess, after all, and the captain would have insisted on it.

Hyrule’s long prosperity compared to Lorule’s sometimes left Ravio with mixed feelings. Its people had never known the terror of watching their land literally crumble away bit by bit knowing that it was only a matter of time before everything was gone. It also meant those same people didn’t fully appreciate how blessed they were to live in such a beautiful land.

Ravio had diverging feelings about so many things, including the food, the common styles of dress, the strength of the Hylian military, and more.

One of the few areas, however, that he never really thought much about was the postal system. He never really interacted with it, and thus, it didn’t prompt him to consider its relative strengths and weaknesses all that much.

Until now.

When Link somehow managed to send him a fucking letter through the Hylian postal system. From an entirely different era of Hyrule.

Needless to say, Ravio obsessively read and re-read the letter while letting the eruptions of temper and feeling gradually level out. 

Link was alive. On another large-scale adventure, it seemed, but he was alive.  

And by the sound of it, he had quite lauded company on this one.

Hmph. As though Link, now going by Legend, wasn’t better than all the rest of them put together.

Ravio didn’t fully put together who all was accompanying Link until two days before he came waltzing home again. Ravio hid behind his bunny-eared hood again, nervously hiding himself from the crowd of fantastical heroes while he sought out his Link. Then he happily shook the captain’s hand again, all while letting compliment after compliment come rushing out as he directed some of the more wholesome looking heroes in rearranging his displays so they could find room to sleep on the shop floor. 

Then, he and Link were both distracted with keeping everyone from running amuck whilst also meeting with Zelda, hunting down potentially useful information, gathering supplies, and making nice with the local craftsmen so the blacksmithing Link could do some much needed equipment maintenance.

He didn’t like how long it took to get some proper alone time with Link. But he did appreciate having time to just watch these fantastical heroes interact. And quite frankly, he had concerns. For one, Link - Legend - seemed more isolated than was good for him. Ravio could see how close he’d gotten to the Traveler (Hyrule), but there was an element of caretaking to that dynamic that meant Legend wasn’t fully relaxing with him. Which he honestly could have; Hyrule didn’t seem to need a bit of looking after and only tolerated Legend’s sharp-eyed hovering mostly because he found it amusingly novel. 

The others were a mixed bag, but all held more or less at arm’s length. The only person who could consistently get a response out of Legend was the captain, who was much older than he had been back during the war. 

The sudden growth in an age gap between them had worried Ravio for almost the entire first day… but if anything, the captain almost seemed even more needy now and Ravio had only needed a few choice words spoken in a firm voice (along with a gentle, soothing touch passed along his back and over his head) before the captain went wide-eyed and quivery for him all over again. And since Ravio just couldn’t resist getting properly hands-on with his work, he soon had the captain shaking and muffling his sobs of delight as Ravio leaned leisurely against his back and brought him off right there all over the bush out back behind the house.

He set the captain’s clothing back to rights and marked the successful buttoning up of his pants with a cheeky pat right there on his crotch. The captain stared at him in astonishment, unable to quite get a word out, so Ravio gave him a little squeeze and a pat on the cheek. “I’m very happy to see you again, captain. I’ve thought about you a lot since the war! We should have another talk some time before you leave!”

And with that, Ravio left with a spring in his step because he’d had the best idea. He was so very fond of the captain. Legend liked him a great deal himself (he wouldn’t yell so much at him if he didn’t care - his Link could be quite ridiculous that way) and also truly needed a lot more looking after than he was getting. And who was great at looking after people? Why, the captain of course! It was really quite perfect.

And they were both so lovely to look at, too. He’d just need to… give them some encouragement. A task he was very good at.

Legend let out one guttural moan after another as Ravio worked him over. He was limp and naked beneath him, and absolutely falling apart at the massage Ravio was giving him. Ravio was, admittedly, self-taught in this area, but he’d found lovely combination of pushes and squeezes to add to his efforts to ease the various knots that made up Mr. Hero’s entire person. He always responded so well , especially when Ravio brought it all to a delightful finale by coming balls-deep in his backside. 

“You’re very stressed, Mr. Hero,” Ravio said, scolding him. 

“We’re dealing with a lot,” Legend mumbled into the bed. 

“I know. But it isn’t good to be walking around with this much tension in you,” Ravio noted. “And you especially shouldn’t be fighting monsters in such a state.”

Legend just grunted. “I’m managing.”

“Not well, though.” Ravio frowned consideringly. “I think you would feel much better if I could tie you up tomorrow. Put some constriction here-” he laid a hand against his ribs- “then trap your arms in a nice ladder of rope. Let everything that isn’t right here go away for a while.”

“That…” Legend’s languid, considering response ended before it could really be properly uttered. His head lifted up instead so he could stare in the direction where the others were sprawled out (and likely abusing) his various wares. 

Ravio settled more of his weight on Legend’s hips and pressed harder against his back. “I know, Mr. Hero. Don’t worry, we won’t do anything in front of them you aren’t comfortable with. I did have one idea that might help, though. And you could take it with you. But that’s tomorrow talk! Right now, all you have to do is let me take care of you.”

The quiet fretting eased off and Ravio resumed his work. Legend gave him a blushing, pleading look when Ravio’s hands went still, which was Ravio’s cue to move on to the next thing. Which was, of course, opening Legend up with his well-oiled cock. 

“You’re very tight, Mr. Hero,” Ravio murmured as he gently worked himself in and out of him. “You’re always very stressed when you’re this tight.”

“I don’t exactly have a way to not be tight,” muttered Legend. Then the tips of his ears went pink. “As nice as that would be- I mean-” Another slip of the tongue. Link often panicked over those, so Ravio made a point to nuzzle at his jaw as he ground against him. He couldn’t exactly worry when Ravio was busy pushing his hole to its absolute limits.

(Not actually. It took planning and preparation, lots and lots of oil, and Legend being in the right mood for that. But he always looked so sweet once Ravio had gotten his entire hand inside him.)

“You mean a great deal to me, Mr. Hero. I would be very happy knowing you aren’t stressed while you’re on this adventure,” he assured him. 

When Legend finished sobbing into the mattress, he managed to lift his head enough to give him a dazed look. And Ravio smiled lovingly at him and playfully tapped on his pointy little nose. “Tomorrow thoughts, Mr. Hero! Right now, I just want to make certain you get a good night’s sleep!”

And with that, they were back at equilibrium. Ravio crooned adoringly as he set about making through use of Legend’s backside. He’d clearly been going too easy on him if he could put together fretful thoughts. So instead, Ravio pinned him down and pounded into Legend’s ass until his hero rendered the bedding positively filthy with his come and passed out to the feeling of Ravio’s own seed filling him up nice and deep. 

As so they stayed, wound together throughout the night. Ravio always enjoyed giving Link the gift of weight and pressure as he slept, and spending the night inside him in addition to being on top of him meant getting to wake him up with a delightful round of morning sex. 

After that, though, it was time for business. And so, after cleaning up, sharing good morning kisses, dressing, and Ravio sharing a half-dose of red potion to deal with any lingering aches, they headed out to greet the morning.

Even better, Legend was feeling much more clear-headed and chipper. He didn’t utter so much as a single noise in protest at Ravio fondling his ass under his kilt for most of the walk to the kitchen.

It was a fact of life that Mr. Hero had a mind like a steel trap, and even while melting under Ravio’s diligent touch and lovingly rough thrusts, he still recalled, “Tomorrow thoughts.” It was a tricky topic to broach, so Ravio carefully worked to put it off until midday when he could get both Mr. Hero and Mr. Captain Hero Sir together for the discussion. And just like he’d thought, the way they stared at him in shock - and at each other - was downright hilarious. Their expressions were so similar, in fact, that Ravio felt outright emboldened in doing the work to explain the joys of offering each other a helping hand. And cock. 

“You want- But- Wind calls us all brothers!” sputtered Legend.

Ravio just cocked his head at that. “If that makes it more fun, then I don’t see why that would be a problem,” he said. “You’re very important to me, Mr. Hero, and I would feel much better knowing you’re at your best while on this adventure!”

“So you want me to- With-” Legend’s voice trailed off as he watched Ravio pet the captain’s head, and how wide, shocked eyes immediately softened under that confident touch.

“He’s very good at looking after people,” Ravio said, continuing the absent-minded touches. “And you do better when someone’s looking after you. You’d both feel much better, I think.” Ravio accented the comment by trailing a finger along the pointed ridge of the captain’s delicate little ears, which immediately saw him going pleasantly slack. 

The captain, Ravio had long ago decided, was a lot like a horse. Big, strong, beautiful, but also frightfully skittish. 

He’d forgotten the sugar cubes, Ravio suddenly realized with dismay. He did so enjoy feeding them to the captain. Right out of his hand like a proper horse. The captain always fussed at being offered the treats… but he also ate them. 

Legend was staring still, but the shock seemed to be sliding away. “Lorulean… Might just be a him thing… Oh. Oh, it really is separate…” Then, taking action in that way was so delightful, Legend stepped up close and leaned in for a kiss. Which Ravio happily returned. 

As Legend lingered up close, Ravio slid an arm around his waist, happy to be holding onto him. Mr. Hero’s mouth was warm as he kissed him and Ravio could only rejoice at finally having him back again, even if it was just for a while. 

Legend leaned back a little after ending the kiss. “You think I’m stressed out.”

Ravio frowned disapprovingly. “It’s not a theory, Mr. Hero.”

“You think I’m stressed out and that I should deal with it while on this adventure… by having sex with Wars,” Legend said, glancing at the captain. Then did a double-take at the strange expression on his face. “You got a problem, captain?”

“... what? No! Not- It isn’t-” Groaning, Warriors scrubbed at his face. “You and Ravio… You have the same face.”

Legend stared back at him while Ravio nodded. “We do! I had to stay hidden for quite a long time when we first met.”

The captain made an odd little flailing motion. “It’s just that… you have the same face,” he repeated. “And you two… I have a twin sister, I’ve been hearing the jokes- and not-jokes- my whole life-”

Ravio let out a soft shushing noise and hastily went back to stroking the captain’s hair. He groaned and sagged some, visibly trying to keep himself from pressing up into Ravio’s hand. “What’s wrong, captain?”

“... I suddenly get the jokes.”

A bark of startled laughter exploded out of Legend, who immediately bared his teeth in a challenging grin. “What kind of jokes, captain?” Then, making furious eye contact, he leaned in and kissed Ravio again. 

Those kinds of jokes, Ravio realized. That was funny, actually. And so, he reached up to tenderly cradle Mr. Hero’s head and deepened the kiss. Legend moaned for him, responding just as sweetly as ever, only now they had the delightful background noise of the captain groaning along with them. 

It was possible he was misjudging the situation, but… Ravio felt like they’d actually made some significant progress. And so, he let his hand drop away from the captain and took firm hold of Mr. Hero, whose back arched as Ravio squeezed his hips. Then, slowly and carefully, he backed him up, one step at a time, and steered him towards Warriors. 

The captain, who was always so quick and clever to catch on, gamely brought his own arms up and wrapped them around Legend, squeezing tight. And that caused Legend to gasp and quiver in shock. 

Ravio just nuzzled his face happily and pushed at him a little more until Legend was properly pinned up against Warriors’ chest. “See, Mr. Hero? The captain’s just the right size to be able to hold you and squeeze you and stretch you open properly. You get so stressed when you haven’t been held and squeezed and stretched properly.”

Legend moaned, and Ravio could feel him trembling. He squeezed his hips reassuringly, then slid his hands around to squeeze at Legend’s cute little ass. Ravio gave him one nuzzling little kiss after another, then carefully positioned himself so Legend could start grinding off against his hip. 

He soon managed to peek an eye open and found the captain watching them with shock-laced desire. He also, Ravio quickly realized, had let go of Legend so he could get his pants shoved out of the way. The jar of oil Ravio favored for delightful little romps sat nearby and Warriors (rather desperately) stretched his arm as far as he could so he could snag the handle and pull it close. 

Oh good! Buying a new jar really had been a good idea. 

Teeth nipped at his lips and Ravio immediately grabbed onto Mr. Hero’s jaw and forced his mouth back open. “You’re very important to me, Mr. Hero,” Ravio repeated. He then leaned in and took a turn nipping at his hero’s mouth. “I would be very happy knowing you were taking proper care of yourself.”

“By- riding Wars’ cock-” Legend gasped.

“Whatever it takes.”

“And you’re… okay with that? With me sleeping with… anyone?”

Ravio just laughed. Gently. Softly. Lovingly. “But would you? You’re needing a great deal of convincing just to sit down on the captain’s cock.”

Legend let out a soft keen while the captain wrapped his arms around him again. Ravio felt it, then - the brush of the captain’s hard, wet cock. He was leaning back over the workbench he’d perched himself on earlier so he could see them. Which, of course, meant Ravio needed to kiss Mr. Hero again for him. 

“I want you to come home safe, Mr. Hero,” Ravio soon murmured. He slid his hands back under Mr. Hero’s klit and tugged it upwards. Once his ass was bare, he gripped Legend’s buttocks and gave them a firm squeeze… then pulled them apart as best he could at this angle. Legend trembled against him as Ravio looked him dead in the eye, his expression quite somber. “Staying safe means taking care of yourself. And the captain would do that very well. Will you do it?” 

Then he decided to play with the joke Legend had referenced earlier. 

“I think you’d rather enjoy riding your brother’s cock.”

The shudder that ran through Mr. Hero was sudden and strong. Ravio held his hero close, held him open, but otherwise just waited. And then, slowly, Legend began to shift his lower body backwards. And moaned as he began to impale himself on the captain’s cock. 

Ravio cooed and petted at Legend as he let out a startled gasp as he was properly breached. The captain groaned as well and squeezed Legend around his middle, which made Mr. Hero shudder and mewl in delight.

“There, isn’t that nice, Mr. Hero?” Ravio murmured. He gave Legend a small nudge, urging him to keep driving backwards, then let out a delighted little hum as Legend did just that. “Mr. Captain has a very nice cock and I think he’s fitting so well inside you.”

“It- it- fuck,” sobbed Legend. 

Ravio kissed his face and reached up to stroke his hair. “And you can have this the whole time you’re off adventuring! You sleep so much better after sex, especially when there’s lots of come filling you up. Really, you’ll be at your best if you’re riding your brother’s cock almost every day!”

Legend let out a choking wheeze that ended in a startled yelp as the captain’s hips jerked hard against him, driving his cock deeper inside him. Ravio was simply delighted and happily began to shower Legend’s face with kisses. Which, of course, the captain immensely enjoyed.

The smack of bodies coming together soon filled the room, with Legend gasping again and again as he fucked himself backwards onto the captain, who eagerly thrust forward to meet him and properly bury himself inside Mr. Hero’s receptive backside. The arms wrapped around Mr. Hero’s waist provided a solid anchor point for the coupling brothers-in-arms and Ravio was soon able to just lean back and enjoy the show. 

Mr. Hero’s cock was flushed and getting visibly wet, so Ravio made a point to tuck the hem of his kilt out of the way so it didn’t get stained. Which also had the lovely side-effect of giving Ravio a better look at his cock and balls as they bounced and jiggled along with the captain’s rolling thrusts. 

Speaking of the captain, he was actually becoming more and more aggressive in his efforts, which Legend really did enjoy. He arched back against the captain’s chest, then let out a muffled, guttural moan when the captain seized his chin and angled his head up and back so he could kiss him. Legend was a wonderful kisser, in Ravio’s opinion, so he wasn’t surprised that the captain didn’t last much longer after that. 

He slammed in deep, arms squeezing tightly around Legend’s middle as the captain started to unload himself. Mr. Hero keened and moaned, of course, and did his best to grind down onto him. His eyes latched onto Ravio’s, staring hotly and desperately at him- And then he was crying and sobbing as he came right there for Ravio to see.

Mr. Hero was so pretty as he came, and Ravio happily rained more kisses down on him as he strategically held a towel against him to keep the mess contained. Oh, but he couldn’t wait to see just how stretched out his hole was now. 

Both of his Links went pleasantly soft on him and Ravio… just smiled. And waited.

Mr. Hero and Mr. Captain were both rather blushy when they rejoined the others, but Ravio thought all of that had gone quite well. Ending their little romp together with both of them on their knees for him had worked out quite well, and discovering what they could achieve when they worked together could only be a good thing! It also served as a lovely little demonstration of what each of them could do with their mouths and Ravio made a mental note to ensure they tended to each other this way at least once before they left. 

They were still somewhat shy together, which was a bit silly. Still, he’d quite enjoyed their attentions and was very proud of what they’d managed to achieve!

The rest of the day was quite pleasant, and Ravio enjoyed getting a clearer read on the other heroes. And rather belatedly realized he should probably give his Links a little nudge because they didn’t seem to have noticed the full context that the others were interacting with. 

Wind, for example, would probably benefit from an adult keeping an eye on him as he slipped away and made eyes at some of the other teenagers living nearby. If he wasn’t already starting to explore the realm of sex, he would be soon and the timeline would probably be happier if there weren’t any happy little time-traveling accidents along the way. 

Mr. Time and Mr. Sky were both very vocal in how much they adored their significant others, and the way they spoke so lovingly of their respective ladies made Ravio’s heart swell in happiness. They also seemed to have a special arrangement because when they came back from doing some private training, Mr. Time was doing his best to conceal a rather distinctive limp that suggested their training had included a bit more than casual swordplay.

The other heroes had some interesting energy passing between them, but Ravio honestly couldn’t get a clear enough picture to decide who amongst misters Wolf, Wild, Hyrule, and Blacksmith might be enjoying some additional closeness with their brother heroes. If pressed, he’d probably lean towards Mr. Wolf not being as directly involved as the others, followed by Mr. Blacksmith. But that was by no means confirmed. And a conclusion derived, in part, from Mr. Blacksmith being absent as he did foundry work.

Really, Mr. Hero and Mr. Captain should have been enjoying each other’s company long before coming home to visit. Hylians could be quite silly sometimes. He’d just have to press the point a little more before they left.

Legend had never known someone as good at disarming people with words as Ravio. He spoke so confidently and cheerfully that it was easy for the unsuspecting to think of him as nothing but a bit of bird fluff wrapped up in a long purple robe. Underestimating him was foolish and a detriment to people’s wallets if they fell into that trap.

He’d never gotten a proper picture of what had snatched Ravio away from Lorule and how he’d ended up in Hyrule later. And Legend didn’t mind Ravio being here, not at all! He just… worried. Because Ravio shied away from sharing what was troubling him, choosing instead to hide it away so no one could use those worries against him. It had taken Legend far too long to penetrate Ravio’s guise of being a simple, semi-benevolent conman to find the complex, nuanced person hiding underneath it all, and he hadn’t even gotten to truly learn much about Ravio’s own personal history yet.

He didn’t even know exactly what they were to each other. That frustrated more than anything else they had going on - Legend hated going anywhere without a map and compass, after all. But at the same time, Legend also didn’t think Ravio, himself, could have defined their relationship. So… Legend was just rolling with it, and letting everything become clear on its own time.

Ironically, this thing with Wars was actually starting to provide some of that much-desired context. Namely, it was helping to illustrate the rather startling degree to which Ravio separated sex from intimacy. The way Ravio spoke and reacted to Legend impaling himself on Wars’ stupidly big cock really… really made Legend feel like there was something special between them. A unique connection grounded in some very deep feelings Legend didn’t know if he was ready to explore yet.

It also highlighted just how thoroughly Ravio enjoyed watching him get fucked raw. And fuck if Legend hadn’t found it hot as hell. His ass still ached but he did… feel… better. 

Ravio was stupidly observant and Legend didn’t think he was wrong about how sex helped him relax and let go. Just… fuck, did it have to be Wars?

(Yes, yes, it did because Legend knew he wouldn’t have been able to yield the same way to, say, Time or Twilight. Damn it all, but getting railed by Wars on a regular basis really would be nice. And he wouldn’t ever be able to do so without remembering Ravio cooing and kissing him in delight.)

He had to go through the rest of the day tormented by the ache in his backside and the memory of Warriors holding him trapped against his chest while his cock made itself at home inside him. He was reminded of fucking himself on that cock while Ravio stroked his face and sweetly told him how well he was doing fucking his brother. Which was a whole other thing he refused to think about because of how he found himself reacting to the idea.

When night finally came and they’d all eaten and washed up, Legend wasn’t surprised to find Ravio leading Warriors into the bedroom again looking every bit as smug as a cat who’d caught a mouse to torment. It was stunning watching how quickly the proud knight folded to Ravio, too, but also…

Legend got it. He really did. And fuck if he was ever going to look at sugar cubes the same way ever again. Because even though Wars’ cheeks went bright red when Ravio petted his hair and called him a pretty little pony, he still nonetheless lowered his head to literally eat right out of his hand. It was hot. And terrifying because Legend knew the only reason Ravio didn’t have him doing the same thing yet was because he hadn’t decided what to feed him yet.

All of which meant that, when Wars lifted his head back up, Legend didn’t so much as smirk. Which made the good captain relax and Ravio clap his hands with delight.

It proved to be… easier… this time, tangling himself in Ravio’s arms with Warriors there to watch. And getting naked for the explicit purposes of having sex didn’t feel weird thanks to how his ass twinged whenever Legend found himself clenching in anticipation for whatever might come next. They’d already had sex, after all, and they were going to do it again because Ravio loved them both, just in slightly different ways. 

Ways that did not preclude them having sex with each other because, on top of all the logical reasons Ravio had presented, Ravio clearly also thought it was hot as hell. And neither of them had it in them to refuse him. 

Ravio kissed him and Legend could only moan at how good and right it felt. Then Ravio kissed Wars and the arousal simmering in his gut spiked because seeing Ravio casually dominating the captain did things to him, things that resulted in Legend pushing his way into the kiss because suddenly wanted to get a proper taste of his brother’s lips, all while Ravio showered them both in cooing praise. 

Somehow, they ended up on the bed and Legend found himself gasping and whimpering as Warriors pressed him firmly into the mattress. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, Ravio was right again- Wars was big and strong, and he managed to hold him down almost as well as Ravio’s ropes could. Only, having just hands and body weight restraining him meant the parts of his brain that sometimes fixated and panicked over being tied up and restrained didn’t go all wobbly this time. And the added pressure of Wars’ larger form on top of his just felt nice.

Ravio made himself known again not long after that. Warriors was pulled away from him while Ravio chattered happily about making sure they all got to have fun. Which, as it turned out, meant Ravio thought it was Warriors’ turn to bend over while Legend’s got to watch. Well, watch and swallow Warriors’ down because having the best seat in the house to watch Ravio plunder the captain’s backside meant his cock would be right there at mouth level anyways. 

Now, admittedly, blowing the captain while also dealing with the distracting sight of Ravio’s cock plowing in and out of his hole right there in front of him would be a challenge. Especially given the size of his cock (Legend half-wondered if Ravio hadn’t gotten the idea after seeing the sheer size of him once he got hard). But he was more than ready to give it a go, especially once Ravio finished rearranging his toys and Legend was staring up at the cock that had oh-so recently ravaged his ass.

Ah hell, this is a whole-ass thing, he realized as reached up for Warriors cock. He wasn’t just impressive to look at, lying here underneath the captain meant he was getting blasted with his scent, too. It was hot and vaguely musky underneath the lingering scent of the soap Ravio preferred. Before now, this scent had always - and only - meant Ravio. And in a way, it still did, but this was still very much also uniquely Warriors. Just like the taste of him would be, too. Legend had sucked Ravio’s cock before, but never anyone else’s. But now he would and the thought had him panting aloud in eager anticipation. 

Unlike most the rest of them, Warriors was cut, which meant Legend had a prime view of his cockhead. Legend angled him towards his mouth and found himself whimpering as he molded his lips against the tip. Wars’ cock, this was Warriors’ cock- The captain immediately started pressing downwards as he felt Legend’s lips moving against him and Legend immediately panicked as he suddenly found his jaw being forced opened. But… it was a good panic. It was… It was loss of control, he wasn’t in charge, but he also knew Warriors and Ravio both wouldn’t let him get hurt-

Warriors’ cock drove straight down his throat in a slow, steady push and Legend could only choke and shake underneath the captain at how effortlessly he was conquered. He wheezed when Warriors eased off, then…

Something in his gut twisted and Legend grabbed onto Wars so he could pull him back down. 

This wasn’t even a blow job, Legend quickly realized as Warriors began thrusting freely in and out of his mouth. “Blow job” implied service, a gift of time and effort from one person to another. And that wasn’t what this was. Legend wasn’t getting to give Wars a blow job. Wars was fucking his throat while Legend just did his best to take it.

Ravio approached once Warriors had a steady rhythm going. He paused first to check on Legend and smiled fondly as he watched Legend gagging and shaking with each thrust. Then he moved to straddle Legend’s head as he settled himself behind the good captain. No introductory fingers were deployed to help the captain prepare for a thorough ravishing. Instead, Ravio double-checked he’d prepared his own cock before lining himself up with the captain’s perfect-looking hole. 

Watching the tight, puckered entrance yield to Ravio’s cock was like getting to witness a work of art being made. Legend knew without a doubt that Ravio owned both of them and Warriors’ body also seemed to recognize that because he just opened up for him. Not totally, not completely, not on the timeframe Ravio gave him to work with. Ravio absolutely deployed a certain amount of force to get himself inside the good captain, but he only did that because he knew Warriors liked it.  

Warriors let out a cry of shock as Ravio snapped his hips forwards and drilled straight through his hole. His head ground against Legend’s thigh as Ravio began to fuck him and his cock twitched hard as it kept plowing in and out of Legend’s mouth. Wars clutched at Legend’s thighs as Ravio made him open up, squeezing with enough force that Legend knew there’d be bruises later-

FUCK-

Legend did his best to get his arms around the muscular thighs straddling his head and fondled everything he could of Warriors’ lower body. He found his ball sack, sitting nice and tight against Warriors’ body and so ready to spill their contents. He groped at his bottocks, managing to slid a few fingertips all the way to the hole Ravio was ravishing so he could feel the tension in the stretched-out opening. Then, once his hand slipped, he gripped Warriors’ ass and spread his wide open so Ravio could get even deeper.

It got… kind of hard to focus after that. The rest of the world, even the details of how Ravio was fucking them both melted away until all Legend knew was that it was good. 

Big cock fucking his throat until his eyes were watering and his jaw screamed in pain - good.

Fingers digging bruises into his skin and a face mouthing and biting at his thighs - good.

Ravio pounding into Warriors’ hole like the captain was a practiced, working whore - good.

Needless to say, Warriors couldn't hold out in the face of that kind of pummelling and it wasn’t long before Legend’s shocked, muffled gags filled the room as Warriors buried his cock balls-deep in his throat. He screamed around that thick weight while Warriors’ teeth gouged at his thighs, leaving more sharp marks as he unloaded himself straight into Legend’s stomach. The world spun around him, his vision rapidly swirling and shrinking as darkness consumed everything. He felt himself teetering on the brink-

And then he gasped as Warriors’ mass lifted up, up, up and off him, air flooded back into his lungs, and pure lightning seemed to flood every part of his being. His chest heaved as he sucked in one lungful after another with his aching mouth. His legs lay sprawled wide while his cock screamed for attention as it sat hard and fat before him. Ravio leaned in over him, clucking as clever fingers danced around the bruises and bite marks on his thighs, and Legend’s back arched in pure, desperate need. 

“I have you, Mr. Hero,” Ravio assured him as Legend grabbed at him. 

The other man settled on top of him while Legend angled his legs properly to receive him. He could feel eyes on him, but didn’t care- Or rather, he found himself preening as Ravio pushed his legs even further back as he lined himself up. 

He needed this, more than ever before.

Ravio’s cock pierced him without issue as the other man gently worked his way deeper and deeper inside him. “There, now, Mr. Hero, is that better?”

“Yes, Holy Three, yes,” Legend sobbed as he was filled. Fingers stroked his face, along his nose, up his ears as Ravio continued rocking his hips and renewing his ultimate, indisputable claim over every bit of him. 

Ravio was fucking him, holding him wide open and putting him on display. Legend threw everything he had into trying to meet each lovely little thrust because each one felt like pure heaven.

“I can’t wait to see you come, Mr. Hero,” crooned Ravio. Lips pressed against his throat - his raw, ravaged feeling throat - and Legend trembled as he remembered-

He couldn’t stop moaning, couldn’t stop clinging to Ravio as he rocked with him, but Legend remembered and he looked to find Warriors reclining nearby and stroking himself hard once again. Stroking himself- Touching himself as he savored the sight of them fucking-

His comment from earlier flashed through Legend’s mind and at once, he felt that intrusive thought slam to the forefront of his brain. It sat on his lips, eager and desperate to hear him unleash it-

This is why people want to watch you fuck your sister.

He didn’t say it. He didn’t because Uncle had spent literal years trying to get him to slow down and keep that stupid shit to himself, and then Legend, himself, had spent even more time holding back that kind of thing because holy shit, he needed to not say it.

But he thought it. The idea probably sat there clear as day in his eyes, and Legend knew it’d come tumbling out if they ever did meet Wars’ sister. If she was even half as tough as Wars, she’d deck him. And if she had even a little bit of his kink, Legend might just get to watch. Because the thought was in Wars’ brain now, understandable and comprehendible in all kinds of news ways. 

Holy fucking-

Ravio nipped at his throat, clearly fully aware of the twisty thoughts in his head, and chuckling (and panting) in a blend of amusement and approval. He thrust again, hips twisting just so and Legend lost it, coming long and hard on Ravio’s cock while wondering if Wars would be willing to eat his sister out. Especially if he’s just come inside her- went the spark of a thought as Ravio grunted and stilled inside him, letting the rush of heat through his pelvis herald his own release.

Legend wasn’t surprised when Warriors came crawling over to him next and didn’t protest when big hands rolled him onto his front and dragged his ass into the air. Ravio sat beside them both and started to chatter once again, sharing his delight with them both as Warriors stuffed his stupid horse-sized cock into Legend’s sore ass. The twinge of sensation that accompanied each thrust into his battered hole edged close - so very close - to actual pain, but even though it had been quite a while, Legend had taken more, he’d taken bigger, and for longer. 

So, of course, Legend pushed himself up onto his arms and shoved himself back to meet the next thrust. 

He was met with an growl and a rumble of approval, then Warriors’ arms seized hold of him and forced him back down so his ass remained in prime position to just be used. Legend keened at the feeling of being trapped (but not dangerously so, the lone corner of his brain that never stopped being on alert had already figured out two different ways he could break free) and gave full voice to how much he was enjoying each thrust deep inside his ass. 

His brother pounded into him, thrusting unrelentingly inside him in pursuit of his own pleasure (and possibly as punishment for the intrusive thought that had almost escaped). Legend felt small. He felt trapped. He felt crushed and helpless and sobbed because he couldn’t do a damned thing to change things.

(It was perfect.)

Warriors held him down as he came, unloading seed into his ass just like he’d pumped seed down his throat. Then, when he’d finished grinding into him, Warriors rocked back onto his heels, carrying Legend along with him so he could spread his legs wide apart and furiously masturbate his cock, jerking and stroking his smaller shaft while another hand pinched and twisted his nipples. Legend writhed helplessly in his arms and felt shame staining his cheeks as he was made to put on a show for Ravio, who watched him come with dark, glittering eyes and an obvious erection. 

Legend collapsed down onto the bed and shuddered as warm hands ran over him, moving soothingly instead of seeking to torment his every nerve.

“Hello, Mr. Hero,” came a soft croon. Legend shuddered as he was lifted up and tucked securely besides a warm body. He burrowed close, needing comfort for his jangling nerves, then sighed happily as an arm wrapped around his shoulders. “You just take a rest now, okay? You did really well.”

“Nnmmph.”

“Whatever you say, Mr. Hero.”

Gradually, Legend’s nerves began to settle. He still felt… a bit floaty… not fully there… but it was a good feeling, especially to enjoy while being held with a strong, sturdy arm. He was done. And that was okay. 

An odd wet sound eventually began filtering into his ears and he stirred, curiosity piqued. Ravio let out a soft chuckle and paused the little kisses he’d been pressing to his hair, letting his head fall back against the pillows they were propped up against. 

Legend looked… and was at once reminded all over again how effective a multi-tasker Ravio was. Because even as he cuddled and comforted Legend, he’d also been paying close attention to Warriors. Namely, in the form of holding Wars firmly in place between his legs while the captain diligently worked to suck him off. 

A sense of easy peace settled over Legend as he slouched back against Ravio’s shoulder and watched with quiet contentment. Everything felt like it was in just the right place and balanced oh-so perfectly. 

Ravio loved both of them. Probably not the same way, or in ways Ravio could even define if pressed, but Legend felt pretty certain of that now. 

And that… felt just right.