#nsflu

Though, he and all his colours - especially blue - hated to admit it, he did have a small crush on the groups... leader... if you will.

Time always had a plan on how to do things. He also brooded a little but that was fine. Good in combat too. Add that all to the soft side Four had once seen, and the fact he’s the only one that knows Four’s secret, and BOOM! He has all four colours head-over-heels for him.

Silly, right?

Well red seemed to like him the most so somebody always had to stick around when red was in charge. Yes, they all acted like one person, but it was so he wouldn’t break character and spill the secret.

“You okay, Smithy?” Legend asked, walking up to Four.

Other than Time, the colours liked Legend. Not to the extent of how they saw Time, but in a friend way. He was a pretty good sparring partner to be honest.

Four nodded. “Yeah, just thinking.” He said. Legend placed a hand on his chin and nodded. The pink-haired hero looked like he was going to say something but was cut off.

“You seem to do that an awful lot around Time. There something going on?” Ah yes, Warriors. Always trying to play match maker.

He sucks at it.

“Do I? I didn’t even notice.” Four said, looking Warriors straight in the eyes.

Well... more like diagonally from his short point in the eyes.

“Break it up you two.” Uh oh...

That was Time’s voice.

Four turned slowly, making sure to keep his eyes up when looking at Time. Nobody fussed when his head dropped lower though, they all just assumed looking up that high for long made you neck tired.

Don’t get him wrong, it did. But it was also a nice excuse to... check things out?

Four what the fuck? (I’m joking btw)

Anyway...

Four looked up at Time, rather wearily, only too see him staring past Four, glaring, at Warriors.

Yeah, Legend left quickly. Time didn’t object, knowing Legend didn’t take a stab at Four, only checking if he was okay.

“Don’t fight.” Time said, walking closer to the hero of wars. The latter stared at him like he wanted to hide in a ditch somewhere. By the look of Time’s face, he’d be put there if he didn’t shut up.

Finally, Warriors looked away from Time and to Four. “I’m sorry, Four.” He said simply. “It’s okay.” He said.

Time turned around to face Four. “You okay? You’ve been sitting there for the last ten minutes.” Time asked worriedly. “I’m fine. Who’s taking third watch with me by the way?” Four replied, also asking a question.

“I am.”

This caused a switch from green to Vio. Seeing as the latter was more calm and could handle that better.

“Okay.” Vio said, mimicking green’s voice and demeanour perfectly.

After a few hours - maybe three - Four was awoken by Hyrule telling him it was his shift.

“Thanks ‘Rule.” He said, rolling out of his sleeping bag, before walking to where Time was sitting.

“Hey.” Time said. Four didn’t reply, he was trying to not freak out. Being alone with Time was a... weakness of his. Especially at night. And with all the colours talking; green, who was in charge right now, could barely focus.

“Uh- hi.” He said, slightly nervous as he sat next to the other hero.

“You okay?” Time asked, not looking at Four. “Yeah. What about you?” Time shrugged. “Could be better. If only Warriors didn’t mess around so much.” This caused Four to chuckle. “Pretty boy code.” He said with a sigh.

“You’re the only pretty boy I see.”

Four froze as those words left Time’s mouth. He felt a large headache and his vision blurred.

Blue. Green. Red. Vio. Blue. Vio. Green. Red.

The cycle, of course, stopped on red.

Four opened his eyes to see he was on the floor and Time was leaning over him. One hand on either side of his head, basically straddling the smaller hero.

Four felt himself blush furiously, ironic because his face was probably the same colour as the one in control.

“I like you!” Four yelled, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth. He removed it and looked away, cheeks still slightly pink.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t’ve said anything.” He tried to get out of the other’s grasp as he spoke. But... as luck would have it, Time had lowered himself slightly in surprise. Slightly was enough to have their hips against each other though.

Four became more flustered. Red wanted to switch out but he was, as Vio called it, ‘front stuck’. This happened when the body was stressed.

Suddenly, Time’s lips were on his. He pulled away quickly though. “I... sorry, that’s not what you meant by ‘like’? Was it?” Time asked. The hesitation gave Four the opportunity to flip them over. “No.. it’s what I meant.”

When did Blue take over? This newfound confidence definitely wasn’t Red’s.

He was holding the other hero’s hands above his head with one of his own, whilst the other hand was next to Time’s head. He was sitting on Time’s waist, meaning he had to lean forward a bit. His face was really close to Time’s because of this.

The hero below him gave a smirk that made his brain go crazy. He fell back onto his knees and clutched his head.

Vio. Blue. Green. Vio. Red. Green. Blue. Green.

Red was back in charge and immediately started crying.

“I- I-” He choked out a sob. “I’m not crazy... right?! Time?”

Time had pulled Four into a tight hug. “You’re not crazy. Just over whelmed.” He rubbed circles on the smaller hero’s back as Four calmed down once more.

Once he was calm, Four reached reached up and gave Time a passionate kiss.

“Who in the actual fucking ass!?! Is being this loud at- oh.” Wind must’ve awoken at the noise of Four’s crying. Or the yelling from before.

Either way, the youngest hero had managed to awaken everybody except Hyrule, who was on second watch, and Sky, who slept deeper than they gave him credit for.

“I was right!” Warriors exclaimed, making Legend groan.

Four went bright red and tried to hide himself against Time - who had his legs crossed for Four to sit him as they hugged. Time wrapped his arms around Four more. “Piss off Wars.” He all but growled. Okay Vio, at the least, had to admit it was hot.

“I ship.” Wild said, snapping a photo on his slate.

“Ya’ll crazy.” Twilight pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke, turning back towards his sleeping bag.

They really were.

END.

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I never thought I’d have to write this ship but here it is...

It took so much effort to not write lime.

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Twilight picked up the small jar of paint that Warriors had left on the table before kneeling down on the floor behind Warriors, and slowly dipped his fingers into the paint, mixing it before starting with his art.

Warriors managed to hold back a shiver when the cold paint touched his flushed skin, but that didn’t stop his blood from racing, to pooling in his groin and causing his cock to become stiff. In the barbarian wraps, the tenting was obvious, but a quick look in the mirror showed that Twilight wasn’t fairing any better. Even if Warriors couldn’t see the tent of his own, it was the way that Twilight’s blush hasn’t left his face or ears, the way that he would stop for a second to stare at the mirror, and the way that he swallowed before continuing with his art.

"I- uh- I need to pull your pants down." Twilight finally spoke up after five minutes of painting, clearing his throat, clearly trying to get rid of his awkwardness. Warriors smirked down at the kneeling man.

Oh, the potential that he had at hand here.

"Then pull them down. It's nothing you haven't seen before." Warriors reminded him as he went to loosen his belt, but he made no move to take off his pants, letting Twilight do the hard work.

Twilight stared at him through the mirror for a minute, until Warriors raised an eyebrow at him, causing him to nod to himself before pulling the pants down until they hit the floor. There was a slight hesitation as Twilight admired the plump ass in front of him before shaking himself out of it and going back to his finger painting.

Warriors could stare into that mirror all day and watch Twilight as he slowly painted his body, his purple fingers following invisible lines down his back, painting skin that has been previously covered by the wraps. Every time that Twilight’s fingers traced lower than the small of his back, Warriors let out a moan of appreciation, smiling as the other’s tent got bigger and the blush got brighter.

Finally, Twilight leaned back, staring at his work, his breath loud enough for Warriors to hear, though he was sure that the other man hadn’t realised that yet.

“I’m done with your back. I just need to paint your front.” Twilight said quietly, to Warrior’s amusement.

“Then why don’t you come over here and finish what you started?” Twilight refused to look in the mirror as Warriors spoke, nevertheless he shuffled around to Warrior’s front, paint in hand. But it seemed that the other man was distracted from his original task, his eyes glued to the erection in front of him. Warriors could see Twilight’s slightly gaping mouth water at the sight, and he basked in the power that it gave him.

It’s been a long time since Twilight had kneeled in front of him like this, after all.

“It’s not going to paint itself,” Warriors said, thrusting his hips somewhat to get Twilight out of his trance. It was enough to remind the kneeling man of his original intention, though Warriors couldn’t help but smile each time Twilight got distracted by his dick, causing him to pause where he was in his painting for a moment, until either Warriors gave him a nudge with his foot, or let out a small moan.

After the fifth time of this happening, and with most of the paint on, Warriors decided that enough was enough.

“If you’re so hungry for my cock, why don’t you have a taste?” Warriors said, and that seemed to be the thing that Twilight needed to hear before leaning forward, giving his cock a lick from the back to the head, before taking the tip into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks out before beginning to move up and down on

“Fuck, I’ve forgotten how tight your mouth is,” Warriors groaned out as he reached forward and grabbed handfuls of Twilight’s hair, though letting him have free reign on the speed, for now. Twilight moaned at the sharp tugging, only egging him on to take more of Warrior’s cock in his mouth. When it finally started to hit the back of his throat, Warriors gave his hair another sharp tug as he noticed that Twilight had closed his eyes.

“Open your eyes,” Warriors ordered, smirking as Twilight did so instantly. “Keep your eyes on that mirror and see how much of a whore you are.”

Twilight let out another loud moan, his eyes now glued on the mirror, and he continued to keep moaning as he watched himself bob up and down on Warrior’s dick.

“Hmm, what a good slut I have here,” Warriors moaned, pulling at Twilight’s hair again, his hips thrusting with the mounting pleasure as he watched Twilight in the mirror. His chin was now a mess of dribble-

The idea of adding to the mess on his chin- on his face-

Warriors tugged hard on Twilight’s hair, pulling him completely off his dick while his other hand went to stroke himself into an orgasm. He couldn’t help but let out a deep moan as he marked his pretty whore, who’s lips were wide open, trying to catch as much cum as he could in his slutty mouth. Warriors knelt down to Twilight’s level, who was now panting like a dog in heat, and grabbed his chin, forcing him to stare at himself in the mirror.

“Now, look at the mess you made,” Warriors laughed, wiping a single streak of cum off his face and placing it in his mouth, smirking at the way that Twilight moaned and began to suckle at his finger. He pulled his hand away form Twilights face, finally addressing the tent in the other man’s pants.