The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time

So Close

A/N:Hey all and welcome to El Queso de Malicioso's first new fic in…like…over a year I think…whatever!

Chances are that none of the people reading this have any clue who I am since I'm starting up a year later, in a new fandom, and with a newly honest representation of my sexual orientation.

I don't plan on going into any kind of crazy details about where I've been or what I've been doing. I highly doubt that anybody really cares anyways. You're here to read a story about Link and Ganondorf(most likely), not about me and my silly issues.

PLEASE READ THE NEXT PARAGRAPH!!!

I will give you all fair warning though. This story is not for everybody. It's kind of…strange, to put it lightly. It's for a particular kind of perso. So, I won't be offended if you back out right now. Just don't read all the way through then send me an angry message about how much you hated it.

Anywho, I won't keep you all any longer. To all those who haven't already backed out, I really hope you enjoy your stay.

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Link let out a cry of agony as pain shot throughout his entire form. It wasn't like the pain from the occasional energy ball that hit him. The pain from a single hit was so much greater and it hit six times in a row. He'd been hit by one before, but the pain clearly didn't lessen with repeated exposure. He let out a quiet groan as he tried to push himself to his knees. Out of nowhere, however, he suddenly felt a heavy boot come down on his back, causing him to fall back down. He was surprised. In all his pain, he hadn't noticed Ganondorf moving towards him.

"Oh, just relax," came the taunting tone of the large man. "I was impressed by your fighting," he complimented, as if a few nice words would fix everything he'd destroyed.

Being the honorable and adequately intelligent person that he is, Link decided that now was not the time to make a smart retort. "Well…not that I need to inform you, but you're a pretty skilled sorcerer."

Unseen by the pinned boy, Ganondorf smirked, a strange light forming behind his eyes. "You don't know the half of it," he commented as his eyes went from there normal crimson with yellow where his whites should be to a solid pitch black.

Link shuddered at the possible connotations of those words. "Please, Ganondorf," he seemed almost to beg which brought a greater smirk to the evil king's face. "If you're going to kill me, just tell me why you've been causing everybody so much pain?"

Ganondorf let out a chuckle. "Because they rebelled against me," he answered freely "If they hadn't, all would be fine right now."

Link sighed. "C-couldn't you just beat them and just govern them tightly instead of pretty much killing so many innocent people?"

"I needed to know the location of the holders of the TriForce of Wisdom and Courage," he shot back with a small snarl. "Of course…just this week, I found a spell that will make such destructive means unnecessary."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Link asked, almost sounding relieved. He tried to lift himself up again, but was caught off guard as the foot was removed and his body seemed to rise on its own.

"I could tell you," Ganondorf mused. "But, I'd rather show you," he stated as Link's body was lifted such that he was eye to eye with the evil king. As soon as he saw the solid ebony eyes, he had a pretty good idea of what was to come. However, before he could even form a full thought, the darkness in the eyes seemed to erupt from them, slamming into Link's own eyes.

Link's body went suddenly tense, his jaw dropping open from the agony that he felt in both his mind and his body. However, as suddenly as it had come, it was gone, and Link fell limp in Ganondorf's grasp, his head slumping and his eyes falling closed.

Ganondorf smiled to himself as he readjusted the small boy so he was holding him like a groom holding his bride. He slowly began to make his way from the bloody chamber that had held their battle.

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Link sighed contentedly as he felt his consciousness slowly returning to him. He felt somewhat stiff as he'd apparently been sleeping on his back with his limbs sticking out straight down like one of those ReDeads. He tensed up his back as he slowly moved his arms and legs out to try and relieve the stiffness in them with a good stretch.

The extremely soft sheets that he lay beneath slipped away just enough to reveal a totally bare arm and leg. As the stretch seemed to have the desired effect, Link sat up, yawning luxuriously. As he rose, he felt a slight chill on his bare torso. This didn't seem to bother him in the slightest as he let his eyes fall open. A contented smile formed beneath his pitch black orbs as he threw his equally as bare legs over the side of the bed and slowly stood. As could likely be presumed, even his most private regions were as bare as the day he'd been born.

He looked around the room he was in, noticing that it was one of the most well decorated bedrooms he'd ever seen. There was a low fire flickering in a beautifully ornate fireplace across the chamber from his bed which was cloaked in deep violet and crimson, just like the rest of the chamber. Against one wall was a large, oaken desk with a massive, beautifully varnished and ornate armoire nearby. All around the room were beautiful, deep red tapestries and portraits that he couldn't help but smile at.

They were all portraits of The King of Evil, Ganondorf, from various angles and with him striking different poses. Some of them were simply showing off his powerful jawline, regal nose, piercing gaze and fiery red hair. Others showed him in full, ebony battle regalia or decked out in his royal vestments, most of which cloaking him in stunning shades of crimson and violet.

His favorite ones, however, showed off all or nearly all of the evil king's tanned, exotic flesh. Link stared for minutes on end, trying to take in every detail of the man's rippling pecs and abs, his powerful arms attached to his broad and commanding shoulders; his long, supple, and muscled thighs leading down to his feet which even seemed to be perfect to the black eyed boy.

All of this brought a pleasant tingle to his bare loins and made him feel a strange neediness which seemed to center in the area between his lower cheeks. He clenched them together, letting out the occasional pleasant mur, but lost the few coherent thoughts that remained in his head as his eyes centered on what he'd, at first, believed to be an extra leg. It was magnificent and, momentarily peering down at his own, which was now erect and throbbing, he noted how massive it was.

He just stared at that one spot, breathing deeply, never blinking once, until he heard a knock at his door. Torn out of his trance, he turned to look at the door and calmly made his way over. The door opened and a green, slightly scaled head poked inside, looking around. When it spotted the Hylian boy, it seemed to smile slightly, an expression that Link was slightly surprised to see on the creature's face.

"H-hello?" Link greeted, his tone uncertain. He no longer felt any ill will against the creature as they were now on the same side of the battle.

"Good morning, Master Link," the reptile greeted, stepping fully into the room, his own body lacking the armor of all the previous Dinolfos that Link had run into. Because of which, Link openly eyed the creature's smoothe and exotically shaped body and smirked, deciding that he liked how that species looked.

"Good morning," he finally replied, having just realized that he'd been spoken to. "Can I…help you?" he queeried, feeling somewhat uncertain.

"No, Master Link," came his reply. "I was sent to see if you had awoken and dressed yourself." The reptile smirked, his forked tongue passing over his lips. "You apparently haven't. Would you like some help?"

Link considered how nice it would feel to have those smoothe reptilian hands helping him dress himself, but he ultimately declined, shaking his head, a tad sadly. He thought that it might upset His Majesty if he allowed another to touch him. "No, thanks. I can dress myself. I was just…distracted." He blushed, turning his head partially in the direction of the portrait that had stolen his ability to think.

The reptile seemed to laugh in reply as he looked at the portrait. "Ah, yes. His Majesty truly is amazing to gaze upon," he agreed. "But just wait until you see his body in person."

It was Link's turn to lick his lips this time. "Mmm…I can't wait," he almost whispered. With that, he turned and moved over to his armoire and swung the oaken doors open, revealing a plethora of varying suits and ensambles. Blushing, he turned back to the dinolfos. "Uhh…do you have any idea what he might like?"

Almost seeming to smirk the lizard padded over and, after looking for a brief time, quickly pulled out what looked like one of the tunics Link would normally wear but in a pitch black. Link accepted it as it was handed to him and quickly began to put on the familiarly designed clothing.

It wasn't long before the fabric was draped loosely over his form. He smiled and winked gratefully at the reptile as he was now handed a simple leather belt which he strung and buckled into place with all due haste. He noticed that there was a mirror on the inside of one of the armoire's doors and smiled at his reflection.

The young hero had always been aware that he had once been referred to as a "cute kid" and was now most definitely what pretty much any woman would refer to as handsome. Even the Spirit Sage, Nabooru had admitted to this upon meeting up with him in the Chamber of Sages. Now, however, as he admired himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but think that he truly understood why so many women had fawned over him.

Of course, none of them had a chance with him any longer. There was only one person for the blond boy and that person was as far from a woman as was physically possible. After all, Link tended to tower over most women in Hyrule, but his new lover—at least…he truly hoped they were lovers—was a truly intimidating specimen of masculinity.

His self admiration led him to a couple realizations about his appearance. The color black did wonders to emphasize his fair tones, blond hair, and, most of all, those seemingly empty pools of darkness that were his new eyes. There seemed to be something missing however. He considered the possibility that he could simply be feeling disoriented due to the lack of the reassuring weight of a blade and shield uupon his back. However, he realized that he was only partially right as a reptilian hand settled a hat upon his head to match the tunic that looked so good on him. That made him feel much better and he turned to smile, truly thankful, at his assistant.

"I look good," he commented with a coy smirk that had clearly been programmed into his mind right along with his new found appreciation of the male physique.

The Dinolfos smiled back in its own reptilian manner and nodded "Indeed you do," he agreed, his voice seeming almost wanting. "His majesty will be most pleased," he commented before turning to leave the chamber.

Link's eyes widened and he quickly placed a hand on the reptile's shoulder. "Don't leave," he whispered, sounding almost afraid. Blushing deeply from the look he received due to his outburst, he pulled the hand back. "I'm sorry. I'm just afraid that the king's other servants won't be as kind after how many I've killed."

The reptile let out a strange, hissing sort of laugh. It was almost a chuckle, but not quite. "Do not worry," the lizard reassured. "Nobody will harm you as long as His Majesty is interested in you."

Link tried to smile, but the look was thoroughly unconvinced.

Flicking his tongue out in what Link assumed to be a reptilian version of a sigh, the Dinolfos continued. "However, I will be happy to accompany you to the throne room."

The servant was taken quite off guard as he was suddenly caught in a firm embrace from the hero. "Thank you!" Link virtually shouted. The reptile awkwardly returned the hug, but was caught off guard yet again as Link's hands travelled down and squeezed the lizard's rump with a tender firmness that the Dinolfos could not recall any member of his own race even being capable of.

He allowed the contact to continue for as long as the blond haired Hylian desired and was slightly saddened as Link finally pulled back. "Sorry if that bothered you," Link apologized, not sounding as sorry as his words would have suggested. "I just really wanted to know how it felt," he explained. "It was…nice…soft yet firm."

The Dinolfos let out another one of those hissing chuckles, though this one sounded somehow flustered. "Not to worry," he insisted. "But, we really should go. His Majesty is not the most patient soul alive."

With that and a nod from his Hylian charge, the two made their way from the lavish room. The walk to the throne room was far from uneventful, however. No longer seeing Ganondorf's various minions as nothing more than mindless monsters, Link acted, quite openly, on a rather large number of curious wonderings, some of which he had not himself been aware of before now.

Long story short, Link had learned that very few of his new lord's minions reacted as well to random fondling as his reptilian guide did.

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One such ungrateful minion was a moblin guard standing very close to the entrance of the throne room. Having not run into any in the castle before now, Link took the opportunity to quench at least one small curiosity. As he passed by the unmoving sentry, the Hylian boy reached back and copped a firm feel of the monster's backside.

He'd been wondering if their overly large hind quarters were made up of hard muscle, as their warrior-like air would suggest, or pudgy fat, as would be assumed from their pig-like facial structure. He was quite excited to find that the flesh had absolutely no give. It was like groping a boulder—though an admittedly foul smelling boulder.

Link didn't get the chance to look back to see the reaction he'd received(which just so happened to be a gaping maw and a twitching left eye) as he noticed the beautifully imposing form lounging upon the throne they were quickly approaching.

In his periphery, Link also noticed a table with what appeared to be blackened versions of all his old equipment lined up upon it. He even swore that he saw an onyx bladed sword with an identical hilt to the Master Sword. He was briefly awed at how powerful his lord's magic must have been to be able to pull off such a thing.

As the Hylian boy stopped before Ganondorf's massive throne, he became painfully aware that his guide was no longer with him. Simply following his instincts, he instantly dropped into a low bow. "G-good evening, my lord," he greeted, a mixture of fear and awe evident in his studdered tones.

The King of Evil let out one of his characteristic booming laughs. "It's actually just slightly past noon," he informed the boy who blushed deeply and bowed deeper in apology. "But, don't fret," he continued. "It's understandable, seeing as how there aren't many windows in this place."

Link released a sigh of relief. He lifted his torso and smiled up at Ganondorf. He'd awoken believing that the man before him was absolutely gorgeous and perfect in pretty much every conceivable way, but he now had to smile as he virtually swooned over how kind the King of Evil apparently was—in his mind at least.

Said King of Evil could not hide the small chuckle that came to his lips as he witnessed how positively his new pet reacted to the slightest bit of kindness. He'd known full well that the spell would work well, but this far exceeded even his greatest expectations.

He relaxed into his throne and gave his lap a quick pat. Upon recognizing Link's doe eyed look of confusion for what it was, he realized that nothing was quite that perfect. "We will have to discuss the terms of your…employment before the day is up," he began, sounding as regal and powerful as ever.. "But, for now, just get on my lap and relax.

Link looked like a Kokiri in a candy store as he quickly rose to his feet and virtually scampered closer to the throne. The dark lord made no attempt to aid him, so he was forced to improvise. He climbed up onto the man's massive lap and somewhat clumsily positioned himself so he was laying across Ganondorf's legs, his ankles and head resting on either of the cushioned arm rests on the massive throne.

Ganondorf was quite excited, but kept his emotions well restrained as the boy positioned himself. His excitement could not be hidden from Link, however, as the blond boy felt a particular part of the man's anatomy twitch slightly. Looking down at Link sternly, the Gerudo quickly ordered: "Now, you be quiet while I attend to my business. Understood?"

Link's almost playful look went stern almost instantaneously as he nodded once. "Understood, Your Majesty," he stated, his tone quiet but still audible.

Of course, no matter how determined the former hero was to obey, he couldn't hold back the occasional sigh, grunt, or grunt of pleasure as Ganondorf took every free moment to touch Link in ways that made him feel somewhat guilty for how much he'd teased the other servants in the castle.

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Okay, to all those who read through that whole thing and thought it sucked, I warned you. To all those who read it and actually enjoyed it, yay! If you did enjoy it, please send me a review saying why.

Also, if anybody's crazy enough to want a continuation, send me a review or PM and tell me what kind of stuff you want to see in it. I warn you that not all ideas will be taken, but, if I can stand to write it, you'll probably see it in a second or third chapter.

Signed,

The Cheese!