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”-hold still now, “ Wars ordered as he took firm hold of Twilight’s arm. “I normally prefer to leave this in the hands of a surgeon, but we aren’t exactly near one, so we’re just going to have to make--“
Twilight yelped as Warriors suddenly pulled and shoved, steadfastly maneuvering his shoulder back into place. But he also just bore up well under Wars’ efforts, going stern and stoic after the shock wore off.
Hyrule leaned in close, watching with obvious fascination. “That looks a lot easier than having to do that on your own.”
”It tends to be,” agreed Warriors. Twilight groaned as Hyrule passed over the sling Warriors had asked him to hold. “Keep that on. I mean it, too. Your shoulder could very easily slip back out of the socket if you strain it before it finishes healing.”
”There ain’t time for fussin’ with this sorta thing. It ain’t like this is the first time I’ve gotten banged up,” grumbled their rancher, but he dutifully let Wars guide his arm into place so there wasn’t any strain on his distressed joint.
“Then you’ll be able to call out if something happens,” Wars said in a pointed voice. “You’ll be worse than useless if you re-injure that arm and don’t mention it to anyone.”
Rolling his eyes, Twilight made a shooing gesture. “I’ll manage just fine, Cap’t. You run along now, a’right? I’ll manage just fine without you hoverin’ like a broody cuccoo.”
“Fine, I’ll leave you to sulk. Be care of that shoulder,” Warriors repeated.
Twilight took an immediate swipe at him, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a grin. And at that, Warriors lifted his hands defensively in front of himself as he backed away. Message received. Wild came darting in as he left the rancher be, ready to provide all the necessary teasing and fussing.
Curiously, though, Hyrule fell into step beside him as he headed for the nearby stream to wash up in. They’d been lucky enough to find one cutting through the rolling hills and Wars fully intended to make use of it to rid himself of the lingering stench of battle.
Hyrule kept pace with him, sliding back into his usual modest demeanor. The contrast with his battlefield persona lingered in Warriors’ thoughts, and he couldn’t help but wonder where Hyrule’s heart truly lay. Somewhere in between, perhaps? Or was that ferociousness truly simply a byproduct of combat? The longer the mystery lingered, the more Warriors found himself wanting to know more.
The stream soon became audible. It was wide but mostly shallow, and still chilled from its journey from the nearby mountains. Warriors cast a critical eye around his chosen spot, searching not just for the others, but signs of monsters and animals before he decided it was safe enough to strip down. His companion, meanwhile, perched himself on a nearby spot, continuing to linger close.
“It’s really impressive how much you know about medicine and healing things,” Hyrule suddenly said. “I would have thought… Well, you are a captain. I’m surprised you have time to do healing work instead of…” he made a vague gesture, “doing captain things. After a battle, I mean.”
Warriors cocked an eyebrow at him as he continued removing armor and clothing. His bag of toiletries already sat nearby, ready to be used for a fast, superficial washing.
“I wasn’t born a captain, you know,” Warriors said with a fair amount of amusement. “Even being hastily promoted and being named the hero when Cia first attacked didn’t see me leapfrogged directly to captain. I was still fairly low in the chain of command. And as for the aftermath of battle… Well, the more hands there are available to help, the more people survive. I can’t always provide as much assistance as I’d like but being able to help even a single person makes it all worth it. Even on days where I don’t even have time to walk the battlefield.”
Hyrule gave him a shy little smile. “That’s still impressive. I wish I could do that. I help the knights of my era out when I can, but I can’t contribute much beyond my fighting skills or what I know about different parts of Hyrule.”
”That’s still quite invaluable knowledge,” Warriors noted. His eyes shifted to the stream, and he shuddered briefly before bracing himself. Time to get in…
He painted the air blue as he waded into the chilly water and let out an agonized whimper when the cold engulfed his cock and balls. “Fucking cold-“
In a display of pure treachery, Hyrule started to giggle as more foul language dripped out of his mouth. “Is something wrong?” he asked in between titters.
”Everything is trying to crawl inside my body,” Warriors said through gritted teeth. Good gods, but this was awful. It actually hurt, and not in a fun way.
“You were the one who wanted to wash,” Hyrule reminded him. He grinned cheekily when Warriors glared.
“Just throw me my soap.”
”Aye, Captain!”
He was going to freeze to death if he didn’t hurry. Warriors hastily soaked the soap and began to work up a lather, determined to get through the fastest wash of his life. Hyrule was still watching him, taking obvious delight in his suffering as he let out the occasional cheery comment trying to encourage him along.
Irritatingly, they did work. Wars sped through his wash while logging every little catty comment Hyrule flung his way. He needed functioning limbs if he was going to get revenge - something he embarked on just a few minutes later.
Hyrule yelped when Warriors came charging out of the water at him, naked and with a distinct blue tint to his skin. He scrambled to his feet, but Warriors was faster than even Hyrule’s impressive reaction time. (And with feet he really couldn’t feel anymore, too.)
One swift lunge later and Warriors tackled Hyrule to the ground. They tumbled across the grass before Hyrule was suddenly shrieking and writhing as Warriors shoved a freezing cold wash cloth down the loose neck of his tunic. More water was soaking his clothing, too, as the lingering remnants of Warriors’ quick wash trickled off his skin and onto the smaller hero.
He completed the torment by shoving his icy cold hands underneath Hyrule tunic so he could grope at his well-toned stomach - something which revealed, in turn, that Hyrule was ticklish.
They wrestled together a few several minutes, with Hyrule shrieking and thrashed his limbs while Warriors simply did his best to ride out every little performative jerk. And once they ended up lying sprawled out on the grass - Hyrule half-soaked and shivering, Warriors dried off and gradually warming back up - the captain turned his head to look at their traveler.
“I could teach you some things about battlefield medicine if you’d like. We certainly end up with injuries aplenty, after all. It’d be easy enough to turn those into opportunities to learn.”
Hyrule’s teeth were chattering as he nodded in appreciation. His wet washcloth came flying out at him, then, as Hyrule pitched it at him with deadly accuracy. Warriors yelped as it slapped wetly onto his face, then aimed a heated glare at him as he peeled it off.
A giggle answered him and Hyrule grinned widely, teeth flashing like a subtle threat that he surely didn’t intend. But if he had…
Warriors found himself laughing as well. Yes, teaching Hyrule battlefield medicine could be quite interesting.
As Warriors had stated, they didn’t lack opportunities to learn. If someone hadn’t broken an arm while fighting moblins, then they could count on, say, Twilight and Wind doing some rough-housing, Wild mis-judging a jump out of a tree, or Four somehow tripping over very obvious rocks in the middle of their path. Not to mention Sky’s never-ending attempts to befriend the local wildlife under the mistaken idea that everything should be considered friendly until proven otherwise.
Needless to say, it only took a few weeks for Hyrule to get hands-on with a truly stunningly diverse range of injuries and learn how to treat them.
The other heroes caught onto the lessons as well, and suddenly, instead of hiding injuries, they started tromping up to Warriors and proudly displaying gashes, animal bites, broken noses, and more. Their desire to help Hyrule delve deeper into the healing arts was commendable; Warriors just wished they weren’t proving as big a handful as an entire platoon of soldiers.
”Does magic actually heal brain injuries or does it just speed the process up?” Hyrule asked as Time, the only one of their band to not readily fall into the habit of dashing over to display his latest injuries, began to teeter as the dizziness stemming from his fresh head wound started getting the better of him.
The smaller hero grunted as he caught Time, handling his weight impressively well thanks to the red power bracelet clasped around his wrist. But then he started to tilt and Warriors watched in amusement as Hyrule was abruptly reminded that strength didn’t trump leverage.
“Umm- Wars, help!”
Trying not to laugh, the captain grabbed hold of Time’s arm and hauled him back upright, then held him steady as Hyrule got his feet back underneath himself. The smaller hero let out a huff of annoyance and tossed his head slightly, trying to shake his hair out of his eyes.
“I am… completely fine,” Time declared, stubbornly ignoring the fact that he was beginning to tilt in the opposite direction.
“Sure. And since you’re fine, you won’t mind letting Hyrule practice checking for a concussion,” Warriors announced as he steered the older man towards a nearby tree.
Hyrule darted after them and together, they got Time down on the ground. Warriors watched approvingly as Hyrule crouched down in front of their stubborn goat of a leader, making certain to also keep an ear focused on the other heroes circulating around the now-quiet battlefield.
“Regarding your question,” Warriors said as Hyrule dutifully shielded, then exposed Time’s eye to daylight so he could check how quickly his pupils reacted. “It depends on the type of healing magic being used. Wild’s cooking, when he puts the effort in, reinvigorates the body and amplifies natural abilities but I wouldn’t say that it heals actual damage. It’s more…. An accelerant, something to increase the speed with which the body is able to heal. By contrast, a red potion from most eras of Hyrule does have some modest restorative properties. Its work goes a bit beyond simply helping the body repair damage. If you’re wondering about true regeneration, though, that’s a feat only beings on par with Great Fairies seem capable of.”
”I wonder what my Life spell is doing,” Hyrule mused as he rocked back on his heels and started digging through his bag. “I’ve never really been able to use it on anything small, after all.”
“You’ve never deployed it to address smaller injuries?” Warriors asked as he drew out his notebook.
Hyrule gave him a half-shrug. He stared fixedly at eye on Time until the other hero grudgingly accepted the red potion he thrust forwards at him.
Some injuries made sense to let heal on their own so they didn’t dip into their precious resources. Concussions, however, they treated as quickly as possible and Warriors did his level best to keep track of them all. Frankly, the brain didn’t enjoy being battered about and he preferred to be able to adjust their battle tactics to try and spread out the head injuries.
“I’ve used Life on myself a few times to save on potions,” Hyrule admitted. “That’s why I think I could probably use it for other things. But casting Life on other people is hard in general. Trying to manage it when someone isn’t dying just isn’t something I’ve gotten to really practice. Especially since I’m still working out how to cast it and use just… less magic.”
”I can’t imagine opportunities haven’t been frequent until now,” Warriors noted.
”Not really, no. I don’t want people to suffer just so I can try to learn more magic.”
Hyrule’s statement was said seriously and with solemn regard. Still, Warriors found himself humming quietly to himself. He did feel confident that Hyrule was entirely genuine about not wanting to hurt people solely for the sake of learning magic.
Then Four came marching up dragging Wild behind him while the Champion tried to hide a wince.
“‘I’m fine, honest-“
”He fell out of a tree just now and cracked a bone,” Four announced, furiously ignoring Wild’s embarrassed denials and how he was trying to hide a very clearly broken arm.
Hyrule’s eyes lit up and Wild groaned softly, resigning himself to sitting through the prolonged process of having his arm properly realigned, splinted, and then tucked into a sling.
Warriors knew Hyrule could handle this quite well; he’d taken to addressing breaks both large and small with steely confidence. But he also wondered, just a little bit, about how much of Hyrule’s interest was legitimately just that of a budding healer. After all, Wars had noticed what sorts of injuries and treatments Hyrule was more enthusiastic about treating. The other hero was happiest when the other others were truly on the mend, sure, but the rest of the time…
Well, nothing put a shine in his eyes quite as much as the times his work required a certain amount of “it gets worse before it gets better”.
It was interesting, to be sure, and definitely worth keeping an eye on.
Their journey continued and there was a near brawl when they finished trudging through a fetid marsh and finally reached a town sitting there on the murky edges of the unpleasant stretch of land. What had brought all these people to such an unpleasant locale was a mystery, but Warriors was willing to forgive - and ignore - plenty so long as he got to finally take a bath.
They ended up drawing lots to see who got to go when and Warriors was gleeful that he and Hyrule not only ended up getting to wash first, but that the inn was so empty during this part of the season that they weren’t having to triple up or cram nine bodies into a single room.
Cleanliness and elbow room? He was in heaven.
Warriors wasn’t so cruel as to make his filthy, stinky, bug-bitten brother heroes wait while he lounged carelessly in the water, but he did make a point to be thorough in his washing. Who knew when they’d have access to such facilities again, after all? It was important to enjoy what luxuries were available right there in the moment.
He came swanning out with Hyrule laughing under his breath at his ridiculous preening (Warriors didn’t let himself feel self-conscious about caring about his appearance and the extra flounce drove the others into such a state) then ascended to the second floor of the inn with confident steps. Once the door closed behind them, however, Warriors pitched himself face-first onto the mattress, too tired to even do a second cautionary check for… unwelcomed guests.
Hyrule followed after and dropped beside him on the modest sized bed, stretching his legs out gratefully whilst ignoring how close they had to squish together. “Swamps are so unpleasant,” he said with a sigh. “I’m glad we were able to find this place and aren’t stuck out there for another night.”
Warriors let out a muffled grunt. “Technically… not a swamp,” he mumbled into the pillow.
There was a pause, then a giggle. “Swamps are just so wet.”
Ah, he was being toyed with. He’d have engaged further if he’d been able to find the energy. Instead of diving deeper into the realm of semantics, Warriors rolled onto his side and raised an arm in invitation. Hyrule let out a soft hum in reply and quickly tucked himself neatly against Warriors’ chest.
His arm came down, draping casually over Hyrule’s waist and Warriors sighed in quiet relief. Much better. They really did have more room this way. And they weren’t having to fit Wind or Four in with them, either. (Or worse, Legend with his pokey elbows and jittering, bouncing feet.)
“We have… a whole night to rest,” Warriors said as he lifted his chin so he wasn’t getting a mouth full of fluffy brown hair.
“We do! And maybe not any monsters to deal with, either,” Hyrule agreed. “I think some of those stinging bugs might be big enough to carry off a lynel.”
“If not alone, then maybe together. They definitely seemed organized enough.”
Hyrule laughed softly at that and Warriors couldn’t help but relax even more at the sound. There really was such a gentleness to Hyrule… He cared deeply about others, even while his eyes looked wonderingly at the horizon and towards large bends in the road. It could feel like he was running off on people all the time, but honestly it was just curiosity. Hyrule had it in spades and his enthusiasm and delight in the world was still so strong.
He was glad to see that pure joy persisting even in the face of evil and great hardship.
Slender fingers began to play with his hand, teasing his digits as his arm continued to lie slack on Hyrule’s waist. Warriors’ didn’t mind, and he even cracked his eyes open a little bit to watch with an air of relaxed amusement. The contrast and similarities between their hands was interesting, he had to give him that. Both were strong and heavily calloused, but where Warriors’ hands were wide with short, sturdy digits, Hyrule’s hand and fingers were relatively slender and long.
That didn’t make him weak, though. Even without his power bracelet, Hyrule was a ferocious fighter and Warriors had seen magic dancing over those lovely fingers too often to think of them as anything but deadly.
“Thank you for teaching me about medicine,” Hyrule suddenly said.
Warriors chuckled softly and closed his hand over Hyrule’s, enjoying how much of his hand disappeared into his grasp. “It’s good knowledge to share. I wish more people took an interest, honestly. The world would be better off with more healers in it. I just wish I could do more, I know you haven’t had much opportunity to try and figure out more with your Life spell.”
Slowly, Hyrule spread his fingers wide, steadily but inevitably driving Warriors’ hand wide open. “Legend says I just need to practice. Steady, systematic practice, trying again and again until I’m able to hit the mark each time. I know we get hurt all the time, but even that isn’t really conducive to practicing.” Then, at Warriors’ quiet hum, he added, “If it wasn’t for the blood curse, I’d be able to practice on myself. But I don’t dare…”
That damned curse…
He really was tired, or the full impact of Hyrule’s words might have landed sooner. But they did after a minute or two and Warriors’ eyes fully opened as he realized what Hyrule was implying. That wasn’t…
But no, Hyrule wasn’t wanting to hurt himself just for the sake of hurting himself, it was about magic and learning how to use it to heal…
And then he remembered the scrapes along the back of his neck, the spots where he’d gotten dragged against some underwater rocks after tripping once. He’d rinsed the area as soon as he could, then washed the area thoroughly once they’d reached the inn. And it didn’t feel like it was getting infected. But actually, he did have several small wounds that would be a relief to have healed, if they could manage it. That counted as steady, systematic practice, right?
Warriors’ loosened his grip on Hyrule’s hand, then gave him a nudge. “Budge over… There. Here, look-” Rolling over, Warriors reached up and gathered his short strands of hair in his hand, exposing the back of his neck. “See what you can do about those.”
Hyrule let out a startled sound, then leaned in over to look more closely. “Was this when you fell? Your feet went right out from under you.”
“How bad is it?” Warriors asked, shifting his arms subtly under he was arranged more comfortably.
“Well, bruised to heck and back. I don’t know how we all missed it. You hair and your scarf, I guess… Do… do you want me to try healing it? With magic, I mean?”
“Of course. It’s there, isn’t it? And it feels like there’s several wounds there…”
“There are a few… Hmm.”
There was another pause, then Hyrule abruptly swung himself up onto Warriors’ back, carelessly straddling his waist so he’d have an easier time getting close. Those clever, magical fingers touched his skin here and there, exploring the injury while Warriors waited. And it was…
Oh. He was normally quite particular about who could get close to him while in such a vulnerable position, but something about it being Hyrule was… rather pleasant, actually. He was slender and light, after all, making him an easy burden to manage. But he also commanded attention perched up there; Hyrule was a fearsome warrior and while in this position, Warriors truly couldn’t defend himself.
Now that was a distracting thought.
Hyrule finally sat himself back upright and set a hand at the base of his neck. One that left Warriors keenly aware of how little distance he’d need to shift it to grip and squeeze his neck-
“Okay, let me see if this works…”
And then, he felt magic.
Chaotic energy slithered over his skin, every bit of it seemingly fit to bursting with power. It flowed up his spine, spread over his skin, and sank deep, deep, deep inside him until he felt ready to explode. And then-
It burst. The chaotic Life spell erupted inside/on top of/along his skin and Warriors let out a shocked gasp as a wave of pure, raw euphoria swept through him. He felt strengthened, reinvigorated, the magic swept far, far past healing the simple wound on his neck and burrowed all the way down to his core and flooded through him until he felt ready to ignite from the sheer volume of it.
And then-
It ended.
Warriors’ chest heaved as he tried to bring his swimming vision back into focus. The slight weight on his back felt like a mere sack of feathers now, he could- he could do anything-
“That looks better, at least. I tried to really keep the flow of magic to just a trickle. Does it feel better? Or do you need more?”
… well, that didn’t make sense.
“It feels… much better,” Warriors truthfully reported. Then he rotated, moving carefully so Hyrule didn’t fall off the bed entirely. He stared back at the smaller hero and just… “That was just a trickle?”
“Oh! Um… yes?”
… what sort of injuries was Hyrule used to healing if that counted as a modest use of his magic?
Hyrule shifted off him, then perched nervously beside him as Warriors slowly sat himself back upright. He waited as Warriors touched the back of his neck, confirming the complete lack of tenderness and fully healed skin. Then Warriors looked at him, groping uncertainly for what to say next.
“... do you think you could do that again?”
In hindsight, he should have realized how quickly Hyrule would learn to refine his work… and how quickly someone so clever and mischievous would turn that work into a joyful, sensual kind of play.
Legend had been right about what Hyrule needed to turn his Life spell into a tool that could be wielded as precisely as the finest kind of bladework. Systematic repetition and experimentation, so he could study his progress and determine how releasing different amounts of power worked on various different wounds.
Of course, Hyrule and Warriors’ private work didn’t actually happen all that often. Inns were usually crowded, the wilderness could never be assumed to offer true privacy, and neither of them were foolish enough to risk truly damaging injury or infection in the pursuit of… of…
Well, whatever this was. Because it had grown past the realm of battlefield medicine and magical healing. Both of which they were both still working on together, but this… this had truly become something more. When they could find the privacy, the safety, and the time…
Such as now, safely ensconced in the luxury of Hyrule Castle as they visited Fable for advice and some much needed down time.
Hyrule’s knees squeezed Warriors’ sides as he leaned in again, one strong, slender hand passing along his back as though smoothing out a rumbled blanket while he worked to ensure Warriors shirt remained pushed up out of the way. Then, chasing right after it, came the sharp bite of a knife and Warriors’ breath exploded out of him in a single shocked gasp. It hurt, but here, in these controlled circumstances, Warriors’ found his nerves rather liked that feeling of being so perfectly sliced open. He shuddered as white-hot pain lanced through him… then had to bury his face in a pillow as healing magic followed and that shocking pain turned into pure ecstasy.
Magic surged through him, following the path where Hyrule’s knife had cut him with well-controlled precision as it mended the wound splitting his skin. The knife returned again, cutting deeper and Warriors had to fight to keep his answering cry of pain muffled. The healing that followed, though, made the pain worth it. It elevated it, actually, from simple injury to the promise of ecstatic wonder.
On some vague level, Warriors knew this might actually be a problem down the road. Conditioning himself to find such pleasure in pain and to then greet Hyrule’s healing magic as a sinful, sensual blessing…
But he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when the knife cut him again and Hyrule’s fingers pressed hard against the wound, drawing out his pain before offering him any kind of relief. He leaned down on him, applying more weight to the injury and causing the pain to spike- He didn’t heal him until Warriors was gasping and sobbing- He’d never done that before-
Magic crawled over his skin, sweeping across him like a rushing tide. It was cool water on a burn, like plunging into a hot bath after being out doing drills on a winter’s day. It was shocking and a blessing and the change came so swiftly that Warriors didn’t stand a chance against it.
The pillow swallowed down his scream, but he didn’t even notice. All that mattered was Hyrule’s sweet cruelty and the magic sizzling across and inside him-
Warriors’ hips jerked hard against the bed as orgasm tore through him, soaking his trousers and the bedding both with bitter seed to contrast with the bloody drops that had gone trickling down his skin.
A hitched breath greeted him as the waves of painful delight from his sudden, shocking release gradually ebbed. Hyrule was perched on top of him still, but he’d shifted his weight forwards. Instead of gripping his blade, he was bracing himself on hands planted firmly on the bed while something distinctly long and hard ground against Wars’ ass. Each buck of Hyrule’s hips bounced them hard against the bed; the ropes holding the mattress up groaned softly at the power behind each one.
That was… Hyrule was… Hurting and healing Wars had gotten him hard-
Groaning, Warriors arched his back as he tried to bring his head level with Hyrule’s. His tongue darted out, lapping sloppily at one tall, slender ear-
And a whine answered him. Hyrule shifted above him, taking his weight off Warriors while also shoving at his side. He followed that guiding hand and flopped over and around, trying desperately not to fall off the bed as he rolled onto his back. The wet spot was large and was cold under his back, thoroughly soaked with his come, while more damp spots marked all the different wounds Hyrule had inflicted upon him, hurting him with eager delight while thin rivers of blood trailed down his sides.
It was such a strange contrast to Hyrule’s other aspects. He was a kind, sweet young man who earnestly wanted to help and protect as many people as he could. It just so happened, as it turned out, that he had more layers than he let on and Warriors had only recently been granted the opportunity to see them…
And enjoy them.
Hyrule looked as cheerful right now as he did when lovingly teasing Legend about being a grump. He just also happened to be holding a knife, his eyes had taken on a strange subtle glow from the sheer amount of magic he’d been channeling, and even the simple layers he wore did nothing to hide how aroused he was.
Warriors reached out and ran his hands up Hyrule’s lean thighs, groping at his powerful muscles. He shuddered as Hyrule let the tip of the knife dip down, scratching along his chest as the sharp point sliced through his skin. The sensation was downright subtle compared to what Hyrule had been doing to his back, but to his over-sensitive body… in the tingling aftermath of release…
Holy hell, he’d come from Hyrule casually carving him up.
It felt so natural to tear at the ties holding his trousers closed, then slide his hands around to cup Hyrule’s ass so he could pull him forwards. They hadn’t talked about doing anything like this, he was running entirely on instinct and base cravings, he knew they were going to fast with- with- with whatever the hell this was-
Hyrule got a firm grip on his hair as he slid up towards his head and jerked hard, yanking his head back just enough-
And he moaned as Hyrule shoved his way into his mouth.
Warriors wasn’t well practiced at this. His experience was limited to some casual exchange of sexual favors back when he’d been a raw recruit and he hadn’t had much opportunity to revisit oral sex. Or at least, not on this end of it. And none of those experiences had been like this, with a cock driving aggressively down into his throat as he was casually used for the sake of another person’s pleasure.
He gripped at Hyrule’s hips and ass, blatantly feeling him up without having the rhythm of his desperate sucking disrupted all that much. And Hyrule definitely didn’t seem to mind; he ended up leaning forwards and bracing himself against the wall as he fucked himself into Warriors’ mouth, panting loudly in their small rented room.
Goddesses… Hyrule’s cock was relentless. Warriors couldn’t help but gag some as the ruthless thrusts continued. Drool was leaking out of the corner of his mouth and he couldn’t manage anything more than to welcome each invasion with some clumsy sucking and swallowing. It wasn’t great, but then, they didn’t need great. Not when Hyrule was crying out a few moments later as he reached his peak.
Bitter, salty come rushed down his throat as it spilled out of Hyrule’s twitching shaft, then flooded his mouth as he carelessly pulled himself free. Warriors couldn’t help but gag even as he did his best to swallow it all down. There was simply too much to just spit out and Hyrule petted eagerly at his face as he struggled with the load.
By the time he was wheezing and panting, Hyrule had slid off him and now lay stretched out beside him. Those long, elegant fingers stroked lovingly at his face, tracing along his cheekbones and running along his lips. One plunged into his mouth, causing Warriors to let out a whine as his jaw was pulled down so Hyrule could see that he truly had swallowed all of it.
He’d been… so thoroughly and suddenly ravished…
Without thinking, Warriors’ lips closed around Hyrule’s finger as he sucked away at it, his tongue trying to lavish it with the kind of attention his cock had not received. There was a soft kind of wonder in Hyrule’s eyes as he slid a second finger into Warriors’ mouth and began to work them between his lips, mimicking the way he’d just casually fucked his face.
“I can’t help but think…” Hyrule quietly murmured as his fingers continued their work. “I’m so tired of being hunted in my era. Part of me wants to turn the tables on that, to make it so I’m the one doing the hunting for once. Instead of being caught, tied up and abused, I should get a chance…”
Warriors moaned, his back arching as those words cut straight down to his core. Hyrule’s breath hitched at that, then he dragged his fingers out of his mouth, taking care to smear saliva all over Warriors’ face. Then his hands came down and grabbed at his bunched up shirt, yanking hard at it.
And naturally, Warriors moved so he could pull it off. The rest of his garb followed, his soiled trousers getting tossed carelessly to the floor followed by Hyrule’s own simple layers. Then Warriors was shoved back down onto the mattress, now fully naked. He whimpered as Hyrule climbed back on top of him and boldly rutted against Warriors’ abdomen, already growing hard again.
This… this had become so much more. Warriors’ blood was running hot in his veins. He could feel the crackle of magic inside Hyrule, he felt it buzzing through his skin, and Warriors’ entire body heaved in response.
Hyrule let out a soft, desperate little noise. Then he was dropping down onto Warriors, his breath panting hotly against his skin, right before his mouth opened wide so he could bite.
Warriors had to clamp a hand over his mouth to hold back his scream. Hyrule wasn’t holding back, he could feel his skin tearing and the wet trickle of blood as he bit deep… And then magic washed over him, the chaotic power of Hyrule’s Life spell being driven through him to heal the wound. It surged through his veins, filling him with impossible heat and ecstasy, and making it feel as though the heavens were singing down from on high.
All while Hyrule stared down at him, his expression tight with concentration and blood staining his lips and chin.
The spell ended, wiping away all trace of the severe wound he’d just suffered. Warriors fell back with a gasp as a euphoric tingle swept through him. Then he reached out and pulled Hyrule in close once more, smashing their lips together. The kiss was rough and filled with the metallic flavor of blood. Hyrule moaned against him as he eagerly lapped at Warriors’ mouth. They rocked and rubbed against each other as they made out, reveling in their mutual enjoyment of Warriors’ dark suffering and Hyrule’s tender healing.
Hyrule lifted himself back up some when their lips were finally driven apart by the need for air. He stared down at Warriors with dilated eyes and a stunned expression. “You- you really- You actually like-”
“Tell me,” Warriors wheezed in response. “Tell me what you were thinking when you were fucking my mouth.”
A hand ran over his hair, tenderly brushing some of the loose strands out of the way. Hyrule’s gaze turned downright soulful as he lingered above him. Once his hair was tucked back, Hyrule’s fingers ran over his lips and Warriors tried to nip at them as they went past.
“I wondered how long I’d need to hold you down on my cock before you passed out.”
Fuck-
“If you could do anything in the world right now to me, what would it be?” Warriors felt his arousal spiking in anticipation. Hyrule… Hyrule was so much more than he let on. It was a gift to bear witness to the curtains he hid so much of himself behind finally beginning to draw apart. Goddesses, he was just so powerful. The mix of pain and pleasure, too, that his touch brought…
Warriors hadn’t realized he needed that in his life before now. But here they were, marching in lockstep as they discovered just how sweet suffering could be.
“Tell me,” he urged Hyrule as the younger hero hesitated. “Tell me. You have to, especially if it involves you cutting or fucking me-”
And his own voice cut off with a sudden, shocked gasp. Goddesses… Goddesses, Holy Three, but he did want that-
Hyrule keened above him and his knees suddenly squeezed tightly to his sides. His fingers ran along Warriors’ neck, then dipped lower, probing at his musculature and digging in hard against his ribs. “Anything… if I could do anything… I’d carve a depiction of my shield into your chest, then roll you over and fuck you while the wounds rubbed against the bedding. I’d drink down your pained cries as I fucked your ass, then heal you after filling you with my come. And you wouldn’t get to come until after I’m through with you. Or maybe… maybe I’d bend you over the side of the bed and see how much abuse your cock and balls can take before you’re begging for my magic.”
His hands moved, then, seizing Warriors’ legs and dragging them upwards until his hips were screaming in protest and his knees were hovering near his ears.
“Or maybe I’d just spend the rest of the night inside you, jerking you off again and again until you’re sobbing because you have nothing left to spill and your hole is screaming in pain from being used for so long.”
Groaning, Warriors dragged him down and kissed Hyrule as hard as he could. His legs slipped down, of course, but that simply meant he could grip and squeeze at the other hero’s side with his thighs. In response, one of Hyrule’s hands slid down and groped at his ass, then began grinding a knuckle against his dry hole.
Blessed Three-
“All of it?” Warriors begged and Hyrule moaned into his mouth.
“All of it.”