A/N: Well, as if I didn't have enough projects as it is, I've decided to add another story to my list of WIP's. My friend Hakkari and I decided to take the 100 Themes Challenge on Deviant Art and the series that we both picked is Legend of Zelda. Most, if not all, of my stories will be Ghirahim x Link.
Well, I hope you all enjoy.
Warning: Slight OOC, mild sexual themes
Theme: Introduction
Disclaimer: I don't own Legend of Zelda or the 100 Themes Challenge.
He had first met the man in his dreams. He was an eccentric, evil demon who Link shouldn't be involved with. But of course, the man could care less. His white lips would graze at his face, his neck and his chest. His seductive whispers would float into his ears. His nimble tongue would tease at every part of his body.
The man called himself Demon Lord Ghirahim. The way that he purred out his name sent shivers down Link's spine. Link tried to tell himself that the shiver wasn't in pleasure. He couldn't, shouldn't, feel something towards a demon. Someone who was the enemy of the Goddess. The man was forbidden to him. He was the enemy. Zelda's enemy. His enemy.
But Link couldn't resist. The demon was too sly for him, too seductive. He knew what tone to use against Link. He knew all of Link's weak spots and exploited them well. He knew everything about the hero.
It was torture for Link. He was supposed to be searching for Zelda, not messing around with Ghirahim. He was the man, the demon, who stole Zelda away from him. He sent that tornado after them, with the intent of separating them. He was planning on doing something bad to Link and Zelda. Link tried to resist.
But Ghirahim knew how to twist his thoughts against him. He would often whisper sweet nothing to him. The demon would say that he would come and steal Link away. That the hero would live with him as his pet for all of eternity while serving under Demise. And every time that Link heard that, he would struggle and escape Ghirahim's grasp.
But that seed had been planted and now it was growing. In the innermost depths of his mind, Link could feel the urge to become what Ghirahim was slowly turning him into. But he still resisted. Although the end result was inevitable, he resisted.
Ghirahim would always slow down his actions at the same time every night. Afterwards, he would kiss and hug the hero, cooing into his ear about how he would steal him away from his bed while he was asleep. Ghirahim would then mock Link, amused by the fact that Link always tried to escape his grasp. Then, the demon would disappear from his mind, leaving a sense of emptiness behind.
Link always opened his eyes slowly after those dreams. A shiver would rack through his body before he turned his head towards the window. The sun would rise slowly, just as it always did when he woke up nowadays. That sense of emptiness would come back for a second before he pushed it right down. He shouldn't want the man. He had to resist. But he couldn't stop himself.