Another story for the S!verse. Psh. Story? Bah this is a drabble. Yeah, Dark Link was too much f a sexy idea to be left out of the fandom.
A slow smirk crossed over the now demonic features of the former hero. With the development of the second personality- dubbed 'Dark' by everyone- Link was subject to his own darkest desires. Much to the amused delight of Ghirahim. Though not so much to Demise.
"Away child, I'm busy." The demon king rumbled. Not daring to turn around and face the Dark hero that was currently laying on his stomach across his master's bed.
"But Master~ I only want a bit of attention." Dark purred out. Demise just sat silently at his desk while the smirk turned into a pout. He almost wished Ghirahim was around; The sword spirit was more fun than master most of the time. But today, he just wanted Demise, and by the gods he was going to tempt him.
The bed itself was so strategically placed, that Dark didn't have to leave it, just move towards the headboard enough to be seen out of the corner of the demon's eyes. Pulled himself up so he was balanced on his knees. Then sunk back on the heels of his propped-up feet. There was the smallest of movements from those same eyes, and Dark knew that he was now paying attention.
Slowly he lifted one hand to the hem of the skin-tight cloth. Hooking one thumb on that hem and dragging it along while the hand continued to drift upwards. Revealing the nipple, but stopped moving there to lazily wiggle the fingers in a taunting hello. The smirk melted away into a look that said, 'Oh come now, how can you resist this?' as the other hand, seeming to be bored with being idle, slid up the thigh it had previously been resting behind it. Said hand trailed over the hipbone, and the fingers teased down the fabric, exposing more of the ashen skin. Deftly, Dark slipped a hand inside his black shorts, letting out light purrs as he stroked the quickly hardening member.
Demise was trying his best to focus on the work in front of him, but by all the gods, that dammed demon half of Link was /better/ worse than Ghirahim! His massive head turned ever so slightly to get a better look at the show so freely offered. Resistance to ravage that body slowly becoming weaker...
Then, out of nowhere, in a shower of his usual diamonds. Ghirahim appeared behind Link, placed a hand on his shoulder, and teleported him away to who-knew-where in the castle.
"... You do realize he will be after you now?" Demise sighed, not sure whether to be grateful or upset about the interruption.
"Ah, but Master~! I thought you wished to be alone? Besides, I'm frightfully bored again." He replied with a purr of his own. Flouncing over to the demon and throwing his pale arms around the broad shoulders.
"..." With nothing to say, Demise could only sit there and wonder when the hell did his life become about baby-sitting his two supposed servants?
But Ghirahim only nuzzled into the un-scaled part of his neck before practically skipping towards the door. "Do not worry master, I planned only for the child. I will leave you to your work~." And with that he was gone.
Demise just stared after the pale demon for a few moments. Then turned back around and began his attempt to get back to work. Mumbling to himself, "I'll not be patching them back together this time."