The night had grown late, and yet Tulin stayed perched where he was, his eyes firmly shut. Meditation had used up his time for the last few hours now, but he still hadn’t felt what he had wanted. There was something missing. Ever since his sage powers had awakened, Tulin had felt like there was something more he could be doing, a newer level of strength to reach. His control of the wind was stronger than any other living Rito, yes, but it was possible to be even stronger. The only issue was, no one living was able to help him. There had been great Rito warriors prior to him, some that Link had known, in fact, but that was long before Tulin’s lifetime, and while Link was helpful and knew other Rito, he wasn’t particularly talkative. 

Eventually, Tulin opened his eyes and sighed, for what felt like the millionth time to his young brain. His breath was warm against the chill of the wind, even after he and Link had restored the weather to the natural state, and little clouds formed in the air from the temperature difference. With a small smile, Tulin focused himself, and the wind around them stopped, before they were all brought together into a single, thicker cloud of hot air, slowly growing with each breath Tulin took. It took him little effort from there to turn the cloud into a shape, to the point where he could turn it to a new one from his mind effortlessly. First, a heart, a simple shape, then a smiling face, separating parts to make facial features. Then, as any youth would do, the next shape was one much more phallic. Tulin laughed to himself, happy that he was at least finding fun out here, if not the increase in power he was looking for. As he went to turn the cloud into a new shape, a sudden gust of wind cut through it, scattering it to pieces and causing Tulin to jump and look around. It was a wingbeat, he told himself, it had to be. But no one was around him. There was no way that anything else could have caused that wind, especially without making any noise. And yet, if he waited… he could hear another gust of wind coming, shortly before it reached him. The wind was coming from somewhere. Focused, specifically to get his attention. It wasn’t an attack, or if it was, it was incredibly weak, but nothing this precise would be this weak unless it wanted to be. Something was calling to Tulin, or maybe someone, and they had the control of the wind that he was searching for. A second thought didn’t even cross his mind as Tulin set off towards the Hebra mountain range, following the trails left behind in the air, following the pulses.

After a few miles of flying around to pin the location down, wind eventually gave way to plumes of smoke, coming from a bonfire outside a cabin Tulin was unfamiliar with. He’d been around this area plenty of times, and yet this place had never been somewhere he’d seen, cosy, but roomy enough for a few people to be able to co-exist comfortably, from the initial glance he got. He couldn’t see anyone, but putting his doubts behind him, he swooped downwards, clipping the roof with his claws to knock some of the snow down. A silhouette through an illuminated window gave away that someone was inside, and upon trying the handle, it gave easily. Tulin opened it a few inches, before realising he should probably knock. 
“You just gonna stand out there in the cold? Get in here, kid.” A voice called from inside the cabin. Okay, knocking wasn’t needed. With a slight flush growing on his face, Tulin shuffled indoors, letting the door close behind him firmly. The person inside was Rito, his figure made it unquestionable. But the hood stayed on, a small cloak falling down behind his back. The feathered wings stirring a pot of stew were a dark shade of blue, one that Tulin could swear he’d seen somewhere once before. On a… mural maybe? Or one of Link’s pictures? It didn’t take Tulin long to realise the figure wasn’t really there, pulsing in and out of reality slightly, almost with every breath. Still, in the air, a tension was there, like a pure build-up of energy, culminating around this figure. After a moment of silence, Tulin laid his bow and quiver down, and sat on the seat across from the taller Rito.
“You know, for someone as well-known as you, I wouldn’t think you’d bother with the whole hooded stranger act.” Tulin chuckled, pouring himself a bowl of stew instead of letting the person do it for him. “Champion Revali isn’t exactly a tough person to spot in a crowd, and a hood and cloak doesn’t do much to change that.” There was arrogance in the child’s voice, and for a moment Tulin worried he’d gone too far, but a smile slowly grew across the Rito’s face, as he reached a wing up to undo the clasp of the cloak, the wind taking it and letting it settle calmly nearby on a bed. 
“And yet, I’m tolerating a punk fledgling like you. I must be a saint as well as a champion.” Revali lifted the bowl to his mouth and took a long swig from it, most of the liquid gone when he had finished, and only a few vegetables remaining. The outfit underneath the cloak was leather, fitted to his body around his midriff, and cloth fabric around the waist, hanging down as a sort of battle dress. 
“Hey, you were the one who called me here.” Tulin said, causing Revali to scoff slightly. 
“Do you really not understand the wind? It never starts nor stops; it just is. You champion powers of the wind now, I championed powers of the wind when I was alive. I’m surprised it took this long for the winds of our fates to connect.” Revali leaned back in his chair, only the back two legs remaining on the ground. “All I’m trying to do is lead a quiet life, as I don’t know what’ll happen when I ‘fulfill my purpose’ like that guy said to me. I might not get to stick around, and I kinda like this cabin. So, before you ask, I’m not gonna be your tutor, for the sake of my health.” Tulin blinked as Revali got up, tossing the stew bowl into a pile of dishes. The tutor he needed had been summoned, by some deity so important that he didn’t even know their name, and that tutor was just going to… ignore his responsibility? For a moment, anger rose in his stomach, but he quelled it. This was just another obstacle, and Tulin wasn’t about to be beaten by it. He recalled what he knew of Revali, but something twinged slightly in his head when he did, a memory that almost wasn’t there. 
“Did we meet before?” Tulin asked Revali, who was now lounged on his bed, a wing over his eyes in a mock display of trying-to-sleep. “I know it isn’t possible, but I feel like somehow… I’ve seen you before, and not just in photos.” Revali sighed, mostly to hide a groan of frustration. 
“Sometimes a timeline can split, and we can remember something that never happened, if it was important enough. In another world, another time… I think so. If you’re talking about those brief flashes, I have those too.” The wing over Revali’s eyes lifted slightly. “Hey kid, pass me another bowl of stew. Being dead really works up an appetite.” Almost on command, Tulin filled a bowl and started to bring it, but stopped a few feet before.
“I’ll do it if you train me.” Tulin looked down on Revali with a smirk, but Revali just shut his eyes and tutted, his head shaking.
“Come on kid, you’re gonna have to barter better than that in the world of the big boys. You gotta offer me something way better to practically off myself.” Revali reached his other wing up and knocked the bowl out of Tulin’s grasp, his own flow of wind catching it effortlessly and bringing it down to his mouth again. This Revali was nothing like the one Tulin had heard so much about. He’d heard of the champion’s cockiness, but this was something different entirely. Any pretences about how to act had to be thrown out of the window. What was it he mentioned earlier? Bartering? Wonder what he’d judge worthy of training me? The adult Rito’s wing was back over his eyes, but Revali definitely wasn’t asleep. Deciding to just act on instinct, Tulin sat down on the edge of the bed. The wing raised again, Revali’s gaze peering over at the younger Rito sat near him, but he said nothing.
“You know, I’m sure there’s plenty of things you’d be able to teach me without completely ‘fulfilling your purpose’ or whatever.” Tulin said, but it was quieter than his previous sentences. Almost a whisper, as if Revali was already sleeping. “And besides, what good is living if you can’t have company from time to time?” Tulin’s wing stretched out, resting on Revali’s waist, rubbing it gently and causing an affirmative sigh from the older Rito. “I think you’d hopefully see that I have a lot to offer you, too.” His voice was low, sultry, something he was inexperienced with, and yet, he somehow seemed to not be completely blowing it… well, in one sense, not yet anyway. Tulin’s wing moved along Revali’s waist, resting against the cloth garment that lay draped across the avian’s thighs. Gently, ever so gently, one of the feathers right at the edge of the wing pushed into the fabric, pressing against where Tulin knew the opening would be. Revali let out a low grunt, hips moving slightly at the sudden touch, but still didn’t break composure. At this point, it was a battle of wills. Despite the bulge that was forming, he didn’t budge.
“What, a fledgling like you? Pl----ease. What are you possibly gonna be able to do that I couldn’t do myself with my imagination, huh?” Revali turned his head as if sleeping completely, but his waist was still pointing straight up, the bulge growing pointing the same. Tulin knew it was only a question of what he could offer. With a small flourish of his wing, the cloth fell back, and Revali’s growing erection stood naked in the air, twitching slightly. A faint trail of precum followed a single droplet down the shaft, ending not too far from the base. Probably due to it still growing.
“I know more than you might think, oh great champion. How about I give you the royal treatment, since that seems to be what you want to act like?” Tulin shuffled himself so that he was now between Revali’s splayed legs, his face now mere inches from the growing member. Starting with a short lick, he began to lick at different points of it, making sure to follow the trace of precum left there, and making the length shiver, only causing more pre to dribble from the tapered tip. “Champion Revali, your private massage is ready, sir!” Tulin cooed in a sing-song voice, both wings running up and down the larger Rito’s inner thighs, making sure to gently tickle the base of Revali’s member too. Tulin leant down closer, taking the tip fully into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it for a few moments, before letting it pull back out with a wet pop. “Do you want the special massage course?” Tulin looked up at Revali, who had now given up all pretence of being uninterested, and was now gazing down at the young Rito.
“That’s a two-part course, you know. I better get the royal treatment I was promised.” Revali playfully turned the jokes back at Tulin, who winked as he went back onto the shaft, a few more inches further than the tip disappearing into his mouth now. With even more experience, he’d found that once he tried, Tulin was really good at deepthroating. It helped when it was a Rito dick, starting out thin made it easy on the throat, but after a few encounters with Link, he’d found that any dick would do. Well, except maybe a Goron. Without even a single gag, half of Revali’s length vanished as Tulin took it inside himself with ease, bobbing his head up and down just for emphasis. “Huh, guess you weren’t kidding. Been a while since I’ve been blown this well.” Revali put a wing onto Tulin’s head, pushing it even further down his shaft. Wet slaps began to fill the air as Revali began to vigorously facefuck Tulin, not quite getting the full length in but still enough to have his thighs slapping against the young Rito’s cheeks. After a while of this, Revali began to buck even more wildly, spasms twitching through his body. Tulin knew what was coming, shutting his eyes and preparing himself for the waves of creamy bliss. “Fu---ck… Getting close, kid…” Revali could feel it building, and as his muscles clenched and claws curled, one last furious buck of his hips and a blast of sticky cum coated the inside of Tulin’s mouth, swallowed eagerly by the awaiting young Rito. The musk washed over Tulin’s senses, making his actions almost primal as he suckled on Revali’s thick member, every last drop of cum being swallowed before he pulled off with a satisfied moan. 
“Told you.” Tulin said smugly, but Revali didn’t acknowledge it, instead eyeing the younger bird down with a growing smile.
“Two parts, remember? You still have a job to do.” With a swish of his wing, Tulin’s armor fell off him, the cloth undergarments being pulled off by the wind until the naked Rito was being held, spreadeagle, against the champion’s massive cock. Despite not having had much experience with anal before, Tulin met Revali’s gaze with his own smirk, encouraging Revali to pull the Rito down and slide his length inside of the young bird’s plump rear. It slid in with ease, the remains of cum working to lubricate it, and soon enough, the same rhythm had been picked up again, but now with Tulin’s rear instead of his mouth. This allowed Revali the benefit of being able to hear the moans of the younger Rito being fucked, each thrust inwards accompanied by a gasp, grunt, or moan. At first, he used both the wind and his wings, but as he got more and more into it, Revali began to use just his wings, letting go of his control of the wind without even realizing. As the room filled with plaps, claps and slaps of passionate bird lovemaking, Tulin slowly focused himself like he had before, taking control of the winds in the room. As he felt the slow tension building in Revali’s cock again, Tulin made sure that he was the one controlling his movements, taking over from Revali. Closer and closer the orgasm got, and as the older Rito got almost to the point of no return, Tulin suddenly stopped the movement entirely, causing Revali’s eyes to snap open. “The hell?”
“Train me, or I’m gonna leave you with the worst blueballs of your life.” Tulin stared down Revali, brief moments of uncertainty flashing through his mind, but as he watched the formerly stoic and headstrong Rito tremble slightly, Tulin knew that he’d chosen the right thing to barter with. Scowling, Revali turned his gaze away and mumbled something inaudible. “Oh, what was that, sorry? I couldn’t quite hear you.” Tulin punctuated the word hear with a movement of his hips, grinding the tip of the Rito’s cock against his tight pucker.
“I said… fine. But not everything, okay?” Revali repeated louder, trying to hide the growing embarrassment. “Now can you please…” He nodded downwards, and Tulin let the wind begin to move his body again, the two of them furiously pounding with the power of the wind behind them, until finally, Revali wrapped his wings around Tulin, pulling him close and rutting him as he pumped multiple thick ropes of semen into the young Rito. Tulin’s own orgasm rocked his body, causing his hole to tighten around Revali’s cock and milk it further as his own cum splattered against the feathers of Revali’s chest and groin. The two were held together like this for a few moments by the wind, until neither of them controlling it made them drop down back into the bed, now a haphazard mess due to all the wind controlling. Tulin pulled himself upwards, letting the thick shaft fall out of him, but trying to keep the warmth of the cum inside.
“So, a good deal?” Tulin moved up and laid next to Revali in the bed, nuzzling into him.
“Sure kid, but in the morning, okay?”