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High School Links	By : LannaMisho Category: Zelda > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Zelda franchise/corporations/etc. as they belong primarily to Nintendo. I am also not making any sort of profit from this. The storyline, and other characters that are not part of the Zedla domain were made up by me.

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AN: I though of putting in a short filler chapter of Vio and Shadow talking out their problems, just to be mean... but I realized that would make me miserable too.

Warning: The odds of Red not being molested in this chapter are 1/1000000000000000... and I'm getting this from a very reliable source...

"Oh! It's really nice here!" Red said excitedly, stepping into Blue's penthouse apartment. "You really live here all by yourself?"

Blue shrugged slowly, not seeing what the big deal was, but enjoying the boy's excitement. "Yep... well I've got some fish. If they count." He placed his coat on the coat hanger, and his bag at the base satisfying his O.C.D.

"This room is so high up!" Red exclaimed, having managed to find his way through the glass doors in the back and to the balcony. "The people down there looked so small!" He laughed, and waved at the people as though they might be looking up, and could possibly see him.

"Hey! Get away from there!" Blue snapped, grabbing him by the color and dragging him back inside. "You're too danger-prone. Last thing I need is you falling off. Imagine the headlines! Star player, and schools only hope, suspected for the murder of random cooking student."

Red giggled at his exaggeration, and sat on the couch. It was firm and black. Very modern looking. Actually everything was modern looking. Some of the walls were a dark blue, and others grey. The coffee tables were glass, the T.V. was huge, there was a complicated entertainment system. And he lived there all by himself on the top floor of a very nice apartment.

Of course the meaning of all that escaped him.

"You're oh-so-modest Blue." He teased leaning on the arm as Blue walked around to the dinning room.

Blue grinned. "You know me. Modest is my middle name." He headed into what Red assumed was the kitchen. "I'm going to start dinner. You hungry?"

Red blinked. "You cook?"

"Sure!" He called. "Your choices are re-heated pizza, re-heated Chinese, or cereal."

Red laughed. "How about I make dinner?" He called.

"No, I'll just heat something up. You're my guest."

Red smiled. "In other words, you're tired of my food."

Blue stuck his head out. "I'll tire of basketball before I tire of your cooking." He answered honestly.

Red blushed at the high praise, and then followed him. "Then let me do it. I want too." Blue looked skeptical. "I like cooking for you, Blue." He started, and then moved to the entry so Red could have full rein of the room.

The freshmen looked threw the cabinets, and was glad to find them well stocked. Blue explained that his parents hired someone to go over and make sure he always had food. Red nodded and got to work. He found a small apron in a drawer, that he put on to keep his uniform clean.

"That suits you better than I thought it would..." Blue muttered, not as quiet as he thought.

Red smirked, thinking it was a joke. "Oh? Do you imagine me in aprons often?" He asked cutely.

The taller boy flushed. "No!" He said instantly. "No! Of course not!" He coughed nervously, to hide his embarrassment. "Errrr... I don't suppose you have anything to wear tonight?"

"No... I didn't expect to be sleeping over anywhere." He smiled, then stopped, remembering the reason why he was there. "Thought I wish it was under different circumstances..."

"Don't think about it." Blue ordered, going to the other room. "I'm going to take a shower, then I'll set the table."

Red tried to do as he said, but once he was reminded of it, it was hard to forget. It had turned into a bad day after all… but it had gotten much better. He was safe with Blue there. When Blue was done, the two of them ate dinner and talked about this and that for a while, but Blue could see that Red was still affected by what had happened. So after dinner, he pulled a bottle out of the cabinet and brought it out.

"Hm?" Red looked over at the unlabeled bottle. "What is that?"

Blue pored them both a drink. "A treat." He handed a glass to him. 'And hopefully strong enough to make you forget all about today.' He grinned. "Enjoy."

Red looked at the glass, and, trusting as always, took a big sip. He immediately started coughing, and struggled to swallow it. Blue looked at him confused, before realizing it was probably the first alcoholic beverage he'd ever had. "Wow that's... interesting..." Red gasped.

"You'll get used to it." Blue said with a chuckle. He went ahead and drained his glass in one sip.

Red blushed, embarrassed by his lack of ability to copy him. He took another, much smaller, sip. "...It's... kind of... sweet." Blue nodded draining another glass full. Red managed to finish his drink, and a few sips of another, before the glass slipped drunkenly from his hand. "Oops! Oh no, sorry!"

Blue grabbed him before he could try to clean it up. "Its ok. Leave it." Red hesitated, then nodded drowsily, practically collapsing in his arms. "Whoa, are you ok?"

"I'm ok... just a... little sleepy." He smiled, standing up on wobbly legs. "Oh... I think it's time of me to go to sleep. Do you have anything I can wear?"

"Sure." Blue answered, leading him to the bedroom. "I've only got one bed. Do you mind sharing?" Red shook his head that he didn't mind. Blue found a large button up, and tossed it at him (1), then tried to locate a small pair of sweats.

After a second Red sighed. "Blue... I folded up my clothes on the desk. Is that ok?"

"Uh-huh..." He answered glancing over his shoulder, and then quickly did a double take. Red was lying on HIS bed, dressed in only HIS shirt, with the most adorable look on his face. Very pink, and dazed. His arms were tossed over his head. Only the bottom three buttons on the shirt were actually closed, and his one leg was bent properly, exposing every inch of his delicious thigh. Blue felt his mouth go dry.

"Red..."

With a smile, Red rolled his head to the other side, unintentionally showing off his neck. "What was that drink you gave me Blue...? It made me feel funny..."

Blue closed the drawer, and approached the bed. "Red..." He whispered. The boy looked at him with a smile that made the bottom of his stomach clench. Licking his lips a little, he knelt on the bed, drinking in the skin that peeked out from under the shirt. "You look incredible..." His hand rubbed stroked the back of Reds neck, drawing him up. Red obeyed, wanting the touch that Blue offered. "...sorry..."

Before Red could fully comprehend what was going on, he was pulled into a deep demanding kiss. He gasped, and Blue rammed his tongue into that warm wet cavern. 'Goddesses... he tastes so good!' he thought, his hands fisting in the smaller boys hair, determined to keep that sweet mouth where he could take full advantage of it. Red moaned softly, before grabbing Blue's shirt and pulling him closer.

The action made the older boy want even more. He pushed Red back onto the bed, making him moan at the new position. He liked the feel of being dominated. Dominated by Blue. Blue smirked, and slid a hand beneath the soft, warm leg he'd admired earlier. Red gasped. Pleasure jolted threw them both when Blue pulled Reds leg around his waist, rubbing their hips together. Red broke the kiss, panting hard, to whisper how good it felt.

Blue groaned, leaning down to suck on his neck, nipping the creamy skin. His hand, still cupping Reds thigh began inching upward. A grin spread across his face when he didn't meet any cloth. Red squeaked, jumping when Blue squeezed his ass. "Damn..." Blue whispered as he started kissing down his chest. "You're incredibly hot like this..." The alcohol had done away with his restraint and caution. He never would have risked scaring Red off had he been sober.

So over come with the sensation, it wasn't until Blue began unbuttoning his shirt that Red realized what was going on. Startled, he pushed him way. "Wait Blue!" Blue obeyed, but didn't look too happy about it. "I..." Red began with a blush. "I'm not ready to go that far yet..."

Resisting the urge to groan with disappointment, Blue looked away. "Are you sure?" Red nodded, his eyes drooping suddenly. The second he was no longer distracted by 'other things', the alcohol tugged on his conscience and made him yawn. Blue hesitated, then sighed and got up. "Fine. Get to sleep." He ordered, before leaving to take another shower. This time a cold one.

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Red opened his eyes. The light sent jolts of pain threw his head, and he closed them back up quickly (2). A headache began pulsing, and he didn't feel all that well. Trying to ignore the discomfort, he snuggled closer to the warmth of whoever was holding him... then jumped back with alarm, wondering just who was in his bed.

"Ugh..." Blue groaned, unused to such abrupt awakenings. He opened his eyes and sat up slowly, regarding the thoroughly confused boy with slight annoyance. "Why are you up?" He sighed, and reached over to a bottle on the side of the table. "Never mind, here these'll help." He dumped out a few pills and handed them to him before swallowing the rest himself.

Red took the pills, wishing he had some water, then looked around. Why wasn't he at home? Why was Blue there? He glanced down at his attire, and blushed brightly. 'Wh-Where are my clothes!' He searched the room frantically, pleased with how fast the pills worked, before spotting his clothes on the dresser. He made to get them, but Blue's arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him right back under the covers.

"Don't even bother." He said, holding his captive tightly, letting him know he wasn't going anywhere. He nuzzled the back of the boys neck, and inhaled his delicious scent. "We're skipping school today. You're in no condition to go anywhere." He smirked slightly.

Red blushed, panicking. 'Oh Goddesses! What did I do?' He wondered frantically. The only reason he could think of for Blue to be holding him so sweet and close was that they-! 'D-Did we-!' (3)

Blue noticed his alarm, and sighed. "Do you remember anything from last night?" He asked, hoping the answer would be positive.

Trying to remember hurt his head, and Red looked back at him with scared, watering eyes. "N-No... I don't..." His voice quivered.

"...Light weight..." Blue grumbled, feeling a little twinge of guilt, having to look away. He felt bad for upsetting him… but damn! The boy was begging to be taken advantage of! "You might remember later, you might not. That's what happens when you get drunk. We didn't have sex if that's what your worried about..." Red blushed, wondering if his thoughts were that obvious. "Almost did though."

Red gasped, his eyes widening. "W-We almost…-!" He couldn't finish, covering his mouth as his face turned scarlet.

"Yep." Blue smirked, looking back to see his expression. "Till you chickened out. It was really nice up until that part. If you don't believe me, those hickeys should be proof enough." He knew he didn't have to say that, but it was too much fun to see the boy squirm with embarrassment. He leaned in closer, his mouth pressing against a pointed ear. "You're so sensitive Red. Moaning at everything, and the way you held my shirt was-"

"Stop Blue!" Red interrupted, blushing darkly. "Don't say it out loud! It-it's embarrassing!" He tried to pull out of his grasp.

Blue rolled, maneuvering him until he had Red pinned to the bed. "Don't even think about leaving. I know you like me." Red went to argue, but Blue continued. "I know you do, other wise you wouldn't have been so eager last night when I kissed you. You wouldn't have like it so much and encouraged me."

"But we were drunk!" Red exclaimed, still afraid if he admitted it, Blue would be mad.

"Alcohol does some weird stuff-" He began with a smirk. "-But I've never heard of it making cute little light weights fall for basket ball players." (4) He pushed up on his hands so he wasn't putting his weight on the boy. "That has to come before the drinking. Come on, admit it."

Red looked away. "I-I'm not attracted to you..." He lied, practically under his breath.

Blue frowned at the denial. It wasn't to often he stuck two and two together, and came up with a logical conclusion. He had to know if he was right, because he really didn't want to be wrong. "Tell me the truth, its good for you." He smirked. "Oh! If you admit it, I'll kiss you again."

Red lit up. He didn't remember the night before, or their first kiss, but the prospect of having Blue kiss him forced a reaction out of him before he could stop it. "Really!" He squeaked, before clamping a hand over his mouth.

"Ha!" Blue exclaimed, thrilled at how quick he perked up at the thought of one kiss. "You have no choice but to admit it now."

Red pouted, lowering his hands. Blue was right. That was far too obvious. "I... I do like you..." He was blushing still, making his confession all the more adorable. "I've... liked you for a while..."

Blue grinned, quite cocky. "See? Was that so hard?"

Red flushed, wondering if Blue was just doing that to tease him. "Blue, are you-!"

"Would you like your kiss now?" Blue interrupted. Red stopped, then nodded timidly. "Then keep quiet for a minute." Still pretty smug, he captured Red's slightly parted lips with his own, thrusting his tongue inside. Red gasped. The sensation of having Blues tongue down his throat sent shivers down his spine. Hesitantly, he reached up and wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Blue pulled back slightly, barley breaking contact. "See?" He teased. "Eager."

Red whimpered. "More... please..." Blue kissed him again, harder, listening to him moan in pleasure. The sounds he made were arousing beyond belief. Red jerked away when Blue rocked his hips against his. "Ah! D-Don't do t-that!" He cried.

"Why not?" He asked repeating the action, earning another pleasure-cry. "Is it making you hard?"

Already shaking with excitement, Red nodded. "Yes. Now stop." He begged, biting his lip.

Blue grabbed the boys soft hips, to hold him in place. "Why would I do that? You like this don't you?" He asked, rocking his hips again beginning a pleasurable rhythm. Red moaned feverishly, clutching the sheets beneath him desperately. The friction they created quickly made them hungry for more. Reds legs wrapped abound his waist, begging him to go faster. Blue grinned at how quickly he'd gotten to boy to submit, then began thrusting against him, groaning at the delicious feeling.

Red gasped as his demand was obeyed. His body shook with pleasure and he knew he wouldn't last long; Blue was making him feel better than he ever had before! His release caught him almost off guard, and his back arched as he climaxed. "Blue!"

Blue felt something warm and wet cover his clothes as the boy screamed his name. When Red relaxed in his arms, he forced himself to stop, despite his desire to continue. "Well?" He asked. "Did you like that?"

It was clearly a rhetorical question, but Red nodded anyway. "Yes..." He said, sitting up weakly, blushing to find himself soaked. "S-Sorry... I got your shirt dirty." Blue licked his lips. Hearing him say that was really kinky. Red looked disappointed when Blue moved to sit on the bed, till he noticed something. "Blue... you're..." Blue gasped when a nervous hand reached over and stroked the bulge in his pants. "You're still hard. Why did you stop?"

"Because-" He said grabbing his wrist, preventing the action. "I want to be inside you when I cum."

Red blushed, and then scooted closer shyly. "You... you can cum inside me if you want." He said, eyes shinning with innocence. "...I want you too."

Blue looked surprised, then grinned. "Red…" He grabbed his shoulders to pull him down.

"Wait!" Red exclaimed, before he fully hit the bed, a darker blush coming to his cheeks. "Not like t-that..." He played with the hem of his shirt. "You... um... c-can you u-use my... mouth?" (5)

Blue blinked, biting back a groan. Not exactly what he'd been hoping for, but the offer was too good to pass up. "Alright." He answered, letting go and sitting back. "Do it."

Red looked at him, obviously startled. He didn't know what to do and had expected Blue to just show him. What if he didn't do it right? Nervously, he gulped and moved even closer. "Um... ok..." Uncertain, he fumbled with the drawstring holding Blue's pants up, blushing even darker when he got them undone. Anxious, he slid his hand beneath the loose fabric. Blue gasped, letting his head fall back, when that small soft hand touched his throbbing length, and pulled him into the open. 'Oh my goddesses!' Red thought turning scarlet. 'He wants to put this inside me! He'd never fit!' He shivered imagining something so large inside him.

"Red..." Blue grumbled when he stopped moving, reminding him that he was supposed to be doing something.

"Sorry." He said quickly. Turning his attention away from what he secretly hoped was the near future; Red grabbed his lover's length gently. It twitched in his hands. Hesitantly, Red stroked him, rolling his thumb over the tip, trying to see which actions he liked more than others. The other gasped, and grunted pleased, instilling a little more confidence in the boy.

However, Blue grasped his arm when Red tried pumping him. "No, damn it!" He snapped. "Your mouth, Red! Now!" Shivering at the order, Red bent down and blew slightly. Blue jerked at the sensation, releasing him. Parting his lips just a little, Red's tongue flicked across the tip, capturing a drop of pre-cum. He flushed when he found that he enjoyed the taste. Blue's hands fisted in the sheet, as he repeated the movement, and then let his tongue trail teasingly down the side, from tip to base, nipping him experimentally. A pleased sound escaped the older boys throat, and Red smiled. Making Blue feel good was all he wanted at the moment. He moved back to the tip, and sucked, flicking his tongue across sensually. A hand grabbed the back of his head when he took a bit more into his mouth, sucking hard as he could. Suddenly Blue bucked forward, plunging completely into that hot wet cavern. Red whimpered in pain, pulling back as soon Blue let him go. "Sorry." Blue said, looking ashamed. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Red rubbed his neck. "Did it feel good?" He asked, pleased that his voice was relatively normal.

Blue's member twitched. "More than you know."

Red blushed. "Then... then I should have done it all ready." Ignoring the discomfort, he bent down and took him fully into his mouth.

"D-Damn it, Red!" Blue stuttered, pleasure coursing threw him. Both of his hands gripping Reds hair, holding him in place for a moment. "Gods! You don't have to do this!" He didn't want to hurt him, but he desperately didn't want him to stop! Red ignored his words, bobbing his head up and down, ignoring the burning at the back of his throat. Blue swore again, his head clearing of any argument he might have tried to make. Red let out a moan as he started getting used to it, sending waves of pleasure threw Blue's shaft. That was it. Blue pushed him down once more releasing with a loud groan. Red swallowed quickly, not wanting lose a single drop. Blue freed him with a sigh. "... damn... that felt good..."

Relived Red smiled. "I'm glad. I was worried you might not like it." He blushed when Blue pulled him into his arms, holding him tightly. Warm breath fanned his neck, and he practically melted into the stronger boys embrace. It felt so perfect. They sat like that till exhaustion hit the smaller boy like a bomb, and he yawned widely.

Blue frowned, when he realized how tired Red was already. He'd been planning on molesting him a bit more, but didn't think he'd be able to control himself if the boy fell asleep halfway through. Instead, he pulled the boy down to the soft pillows, dragging the covers up over them. Red looked at him drowsily, before resting his head against his chest and falling asleep.

Well... I've gotten some sleep, which made this a bit difficult to finish, but I did! ...yeah...

(1) I don't know why he didn't give him a tee shirt... other than: I think button-ups are hot!

(2) Having never had a hangover, I'm not sure if this is an accurate description of how a hangover feels. I think the symptoms match.

(3) He doesn't realize right away (or at all, not sure yet) that he'd be able to tell the difference. He's lucky he even knows its possible.

(4) Maybe because he's being so specific...

(5) I've been trying to move him away from stuttering, because my uke's always tend to stutter a lot... but I don't think I'm doing it very well.

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