A/N: YAOI YAOI YAOI. Less Truth or Dare, more Link suffering. Ghiralink 5ever

Hyrule Warriors: Truth or Dare.

"Truth," Link picked stubbornly, crossing his arms and tilting his chin up. Everybody in the room whined, but Fi simply asked the question.

"What was your favorite adventure?"

He paused, checking the room to make sure that he wasn't receiving any more death stares, before answering, "Probably...the quest to save the Twilight Realm."

Midna grinned and elbowed his shoulder affectionately, and he simply smiled in response.

"Okay, then. Volga - Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

Link scowled, then shrugged. "Are you, like, a descendant of Volvagia, or are you actually Volvagia?"

"I am her descendant," the fire dragon replied.

"Her?!" half the room cried.

Volga simply nodded and turned towards Cia. "Truth or Dare, Cia?"

"Dare!" the sorceress declared, pushing her hair into place and receiving plenty of cheers.

"I dare you to wear a tunic for the rest of the day."

She pouted. "But I don't have any!"

Volga shrugged, then turned back to stare at nothing. "Find a way."

Cia's eyes latched onto Link, and immediately the Hero was pinned against the wall on the other side of the room.

"No! I refuse!"

"It's a dare, Linky. I have to complete it."

Within five minutes the blonde was hunched over, with a T-shirt and mithril mail now clearly visible without the tunic.

Zelda reached over to examine the armor and glared at him. "Where did you get that?"

"IT'S NOT MY TURN! CIA, PICK SOMEBODY, GO, GO, GO!"

"Ghirahim, Truth or - "

"Dare," the demon lord interrupted, flipping his hair.

Cia grinned and patted him on the shoulder, then declared, "I dare you to kiss Link."

Link was neutral at first until he remembered two things: one, Ghirahim was a guy. Two, everybody else would probably receive dares like this afterwards, and he wasn't sure he wanted to be kissed by everyone in the room.

"Isn't that against the rules?" he whined, backing away as Ghirahim headed casually over towards him. The demon paused, then snapped, and suddenly Link was seized around the waist when he tried to run. "No! No! No, no, no, no, no!"

"Aw, settle down, Linky~" Ghirahim pouted before spinning him around and firmly pressing their lips together, holding his head in place with a hand.

Valiantly as the blonde struggled, this was the one battle he couldn't win. Muffled yelps and cries escaped his mouth as he tried to push away, but thankfully after a moment Ghirahim moved away.

It took the rest of the room's occupants about five seconds to process the tears on the ever-so courageous Hero's face as he ran from the keep they had been staying at, and before ten had passed he was out of sight.

Ghirahim pointed at Cia once before he, too, disappeared with a snap.

Link was huddled in the corner of a keep all the way across the map. He knew that just by checking theirs, the others could all find him easily, but at least he would know who was coming and would have time to prepare.

Thus, when he saw Ghirahim coming in his direction, he stood up, moved away from the corner, and drew his sword, pointing it in the demon lord's direction as he came into view with his hands raised.

"I'm sorry, Linky, but a dare is a dare," he began, his voice holding the same pompous air as well as a strange tone of humility. He started to walk forward a little further, and Link's hand tightened around the sword. He raised it a little further.

"Stay away."

"Link, please," Ghirahim pouted, halting. His gaze hardened a little as he shifted his fingers into a snapping position, and Link shifted into a familiar stance.

"I dare you," the blonde snarled. "I'll have a spin attack ready and waiting."

And yet Ghirahim noticed the little tremble of the sword, and took that moment to warp an inch in front of him, grabbing Link's wrist when he tried, too slowly, to swing his blade.

The Hero instinctively stepped back, but made it barely a step before Ghirahim had trapped him once again, pressing him against the wall of the keep.

"I hope you know you're never going to hear something like this from me again," the demon claimed, his entire expression one of embarrassment. "I apologize, Link."

Link bit his lip and turned to look away, shutting his eyes. "Go."

"No. Not until you accept my apology."

"I don't know if I can." He hesitated before muttering, "That was my first kiss."

Ghirahim widened his eyes slightly in acknowledgement, but said nothing more. He backed up a little and freed Link's wrist - and in turn the Hero leaned up to connect their lips once again.

The demon noticed that tears were, once again, rolling down his cheeks for the entirety of the surprisingly gentle kiss.

"Better," the blonde muttered when he pulled away. "The second was better."

"How about a third?" Ghirahim questioned, brushing locks of hair out of the shorter man's face. And so it became, followed by enough that Link stopped being awful at it, and eventually the demon got the Hero to drop his sword in placement of winding his hand into the former's hair.

Ghirahim paused when he tasted blood and pulled away, cupping Link's chin. "Sorry. Fangs."

The blonde shook his head. "It's okay, I've suffered worse injuries."

They stopped for good when none other than Princess Zelda showed up and pointed her rapier at Ghirahim's face.

"Mine," came the sole word from her mouth.

He simply flipped his hair and grabbed Link by the back of the shirt, pointing to his neck. "Sorry, princess. He's already been claimed."