Pain-filled red eyes fluttered open, and with a groan, their owner tried to sit up. There was a blur of tan, yellow-blonde, and bright, bright blue, accompanied by an oddly familiar and worried voice, murmuring, "Sheik, lay back down. You'll reopen your-" Sheik cried out in pain as his wound began to bleed again, red blossoming across the white bandages on his chest. "...cut," Link finished with a sigh, and clicked his tongue as he dug around in his bag for new bandages and some salve.

Sheik lay back as instructed with a soft moan, hurt lacing the sound. Link unwrapped Sheik's soiled bandages, and Sheik's sight blurred with blood loss. Link apologized softly, and rubbed salve into the cut gently, from the bottom right of Sheik's torso to his left shoulder.

And, still clinging to that ten-year-old part of himself, when he was finished with that, not caring about all the blood, he pressed kisses to the cut, one every inch or so. Red eyes watched him, unblinking, until he pulled away, soft lips tainted with the thick, sanguine liquid, and he wrapped the wound again before wiping his mouth. "All better," he declared with a smile and a sparkle in his eye.

"Juvenile," Sheik scoffed with a roll of his eyes, glad for the shawl that hid his blush…until he realized it wasn't there. He looked about and asked, "Link, where are my clothes?" Up to that moment, he hadn't realized that all he was wearing a pair of green shorts, supposedly Link's, seeing as they were about a size too big and too long, and the bandages around his chest.

"I'm drying them," Link replied, and grinned. "You said my name! You actually used my name!" he laughed, blue eyes full of mirth as he went to check on Sheik's clothes. The other teen rolled his eyes, asking, "What did this to me?" He saw a frown appear on his crush's face and knew it was the wrong question to ask. "I wasn't fast enough to warn you," he replied, and said nothing else for an excruciating amount of time.

"I'm…sure you tried your hardest, though, Link. You've never let anything harm me before, and I don't think it's your fault." Link sat on the end of the bed, bringing his knees up, wrapping his arms around them. "But I messed up this time and didn't figure in that there were only two Moblins-they like to stay in groups of three, and I know that."

Sheik blinked, speechless for the first time in a long while. "You took the other two down by yourself?" he asked, amazed again at the strength of the teen before him. Link shrugged. "I have before, and I will again," he replied quietly, and Sheik wanted to strike sense into him. "What happened isn't your fault, Link. I didn't think about it either-we've run into duos of them before. It was weird, but we have."

Link got up, blue eyes like pale, cold rain and not bright, cloudless skies as they usually were, and checked the clothes again. Sheik realized, as he watched the other check the garments, that Link was wrapped up, too, and his chest was glowing as the firelight danced across it. Sheik looked away, blushing again as he realized he'd been staring.

Link brought him his cowl, dry and still warm from the fire. Sheik pulled it over his head, wondering why he felt so cold in such a warm area of the land. Unless… "Link, are we at your house?" He nodded, and flinched as he remembered that Sheik had grown up in the warm, humid Kakariko Village and not the woods. He pulled down his winter blankets from his shelves and handed a large, thick Black Wolfos-fur blanket to the Sheikah, rubbing the back of his head as he laughed, "It feels a little nippy here today, so I didn't really think about how cold you might be. The forest is damp… Sorry."

Sheik shrugged and pulled the blanket around his shoulders, closing his eyes in bliss at the immediate warmth. He threw his legs out so he was sitting sideways on the bed and scooted back to rest against the wall, blanket cushioning his back. Link looked over to him and asked, "Don't you need to rest? You were bleeding pretty badly. Oh, and I left a red potion next to the bed for you if you need an extra kick." Sheik thanked him quietly, and drank the medicine quickly, ignoring its bitterness because of the kindness of the gift.

Link came back over with the body suit, his tunic tossed over his shoulder as he sat beside Sheik. A fond smile was hidden by the cowl as Sheik noticed that now, with his movement, his own wound had soiled his wrappings. He got up and went to the box Link had pulled the bandages from, doing much the same and coming back to stand before the hero, eying him expectantly. Link sighed and let him slice the bandage, unwrapping it and removing it.

Seeing Sheik's confusion, Link murmured, "I tried to block you from him, and it didn't work." The cut was almost identical to his own, and Sheik, yet again, wanted to hit the taller of them. "You almost made it. Why are you beating yourself up about it? You would've died if you'd bared the full attack." he said, managing to keep his voice low and even. Link opened his mouth to reply, only to have himself cut off with a flick of Sheik's wrist, hand up. He reached for the salve, but stopped himself, wondering if the legend his mother had told him of was true.

Not waiting for a sign of acceptance or rejection, Sheik pulled his cowl over his head and let it fall, sliding his tongue along the cut, and noted how still and unresponsive his friend became. He was about to pull away and explain, but a hand suddenly tangled in his hair, and he saw Link tilt his head back, any sign of his childish mind gone as he bit his lip to keep from making any noise. Sheik lapped gently at the cut again, and was rewarded with a low moan, making him grin as he pushed Link back and sat on his legs, cleaning the wound.

Link was so confused-boys were supposed to like girls, and he most definitely didn't, quite the opposite, especially where Sheik was involved. And also-pain was bad, but in this moment it was making him feel so, so good, pleasure hitting him in waves as Sheik licked his chest. Then the Sheikah's hand came up to rub the hard lump in his shorts, and he didn't wonder about anything else, because he was quite busy moaning and gasping for air that didn't want to come.

Sheik worked Link into a mess, touching him gently but firmly. Link cried out as if he'd never been touched before, never touched himself, and Sheik realized he probably hadn't. 'Well, well,' he thought with a smile, 'I'll just have to show him how, huh?' He tugged the old cloth shorts down, not shocked that Link had nothing beneath them. With hands still soft thanks to years of wearing gloves, Sheik stroked Link's throbbing need, almost laughing when he thrust into his hands, body arching upward, with a force he would've loved to feel elsewhere.

Link growled softly, "Sheik…stop…teasing…" He sat up and pulled Sheik's hands away, slamming his lips to Sheik's and not caring about the soft protests the other made, protests that faded as a tongue flicked against his lips, and Link gave him entry, one hand tilting his head back, the other on his butt, rubbing and squeezing as he kissed back, biting the other's lips gently.

He brushed his hands down Sheik's sides, sliding the shorts down as far as he could with Sheik sitting as he was, straddling his hips. Making a soft noise of displeasure, Link rolled them so he was laying above Sheik, and shoved the shorts off to join his own on the floor, a hand slipping down Sheik's chest and to his erection. Red eyes, which had been open, staring up at him in shock, now fluttered closed, a whimper coming through parted lips, mouth swollen from his nips and kisses.

He rubbed as Sheik had earlier, recalling something he'd heard about when in the target gallery a while back. He kissed Sheik again and slid down him, still stroking gently as he took his tip in his mouth, licking the steadily weeping slit before he moved his hand, Sheik's moans making him hot as he took him into his mouth, deep-throating him, a hand going down to his lap to ease the pain in his crotch. He moaned around Sheik, and the smaller of the two grew louder, vibrations making him whine, "More…more, Link… oh, Goddesses…"

Sheik tangled his hands in Link's hair, crying out loudly-how could he be so good at this? He was so innocently ignorant, but this was amazing. He saw stars as he came close, warning, "L…Link…I'm going to…It's not… supposed… to taste… good… Link!" He burst, and he watched as Link wrinkled his nose at the flavour, pulling away once he was sure Sheik was finished and spitting it out into the bottle that had held potion just earlier. He gently sucked Sheik's tip again, not minding the taste of his precum so much, and pulled away, laying beside the Sheikah currently attempting to breathe normally again, a hand raising to brush sweaty blonde bangs from his flushed face.

Sheik grabbed Link's hand and kissed his palm, red eyes opening, a small smile on his lips. "It's not fair, you know. You can tease me to the point of orgasm, but I can barely tease you up to an erection…" Link smiled back and busied his mouth, sliding his tongue along Sheik's lips and between them as he wriggled his way between Sheik's legs. He pulled away and teased, "You make it sound like I was the one who started this."

With a gentle glare, Sheik replied, "I'm not the one who made it sexual, masochist. Who knew the Hero of Time was so easily turned on? All I was doing was tending a wound, and he pins me to the bed. Is this the first time this has happened?" A joke, but Link obviously didn't notice, seeing as he leaned down and nipped Sheik's ear harshly, replying, "None of my other caretakers were quite so attractive as you, so yes."

Sheik smiled, eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "Then you don't know the best part yet, Hero." He stroked Link, slicking his member with his precum, and told him, "On three, I want you to thrust." He positioned Link at his entrance, wrapping his arms around his neck as his eyelids slipped down. "One… Two…Three…" He opened his eyes to find mischievous blue, and Link told him, "I'll make love to you on my own count, Sheik." Before he had the chance to protest, Link thrust sharply, not kidding around anymore now that he could show his affections openly.

He watched Sheik's pretty mouth form an 'o', and thrust harder, holding his hips up to try and get deeper in, wanting to be submerged in Sheik completely. His head was spinning at the pleasure, as it had been earlier, but this was different-this was new, and more extraordinary than he could've ever imagined. Sheik was calling his name, screaming and pleading for more as Link hit the bundle of nerves deep inside, making him smile recklessly as he nuzzled his neck and continued his thrusts, going harder, faster, rougher, making harsh, loud noises of his own, growls and groans and soft 'Ah!'s.

And, laying sideways on Link's bed, they fulfilled a prophecy neither knew was there, one that Impa had kept from Sheik so he wouldn't get his hopes up-and when Link came, Sheik conceived.

Oooooh, Mpreg. Even I, the author, didn't see that coming until about a week after I thought I'd finished this. But now, I have an entire plotline! I've never actually planned a story before, so this is nice. And 2,000-ish words (excluding this author's note) isn't too bad, I suppose. I'll make the next chapter longer, though. Thank you for reading!

Oh, by the way, this is what happens when I try to write a drabble-this originally ended at Sheik calling Link childish, but what fun would it have been to leave it at that?

~Mel