Disclaimer: Skyward Sword and involved characters belong to Nintendo.
This is a two-shot, GhirahimxLink fanfic. Warning: Contains violence and some sexual themes. Although not directly present in this chapter, the story will have implications of non-consensual actions.
Link wiped the sweat beading off his brow and decided the Fire Sanctuary had been his least favorite experience. It had been a long and tiring process that demanded much of his energy. Even with the Fireshield Earrings, Link could chew the thick air and taste its smokey flavor. The hero knew the heat was still there, and although the earrings protected him from the intensity of it, he still found himself trying to loosen his collar. Nevertheless, it was certainly better than being burned down to the bone. Eldin Province was certainly an environment he did not favor. How the Mogmas lived in such an atrocious climate was beyond him.
He was relieved to stand before the towering double doors that marked the end of his visit. Link inhaled deeply. With this last Sacred Flame, he would be closer to reuniting with Zelda. He would happily face whatever abomination waited for him beyond those ancient doors if it meant seeing her again. He could see her waiting for him with welcoming hands and the thought of embracing his friend made him smile.
Fi was certainly not as lively as Zelda, but the spirit provided reassurance and appreciated company. His quest had been a grueling affair and Link had high doubts that he would had been as successful without the sword spirit's aid. He had lost count on how many times Fi's careful calculations had saved him from painful– possibly excruciating, disasters. He had been quick to follow the spirit's advise when told to replenish his potion bottle for his upcoming challenge. Fi knew best after all.
After some impatient fiddling, Link finally sank the temple's key in place. It radiated in a golden light, and the door's mechanism began to spin. The doors, swung back to reveal the darkened depths of the room inside. Gathering his strength and courage, he ventured forward with determination.
Link found himself in an ornately decorated dome. The floor was covered in a grand mosaic, and the architecture was nothing short of extravagant.
The doors creaked closed. Link tossed a concerned look over his shoulder.
A slow, chilling chuckle unraveling within the room. It pulsed along the walls, offering an unsettling echo. Before him, a familiar figure blocked his path.
Link cursed his luck. Give him another giant scorpion, a horde of screeching Bokobins– The Imprisoned even! Just not him.
Lord Ghirahim turned, his cape swaying.
"...Oh, hello there, Link. I see you're still among the living. Fancy meeting you here." There was a smile upon his white lips, complementing the jauntiness in his eyes. They trailed towards the ceiling.
"We seem to bump into each other time and time again. Oh, it's no coincidence, though, is it? You and I, we're bound by a thread of fate."
Now that was an unpleasant thought. Link would rather have their encounters kept to a minimum.
The demon's large, dark eyes trained back to Link. With an artful flick of his hair, Ghirahim threw his arms outward. "Look at these old drawings!" Light suddenly filled the room, as if answering to Ghirahim's cue. Behind him, high on the walls, lay ancient illustrations. "Until I found these, I was...upset. About that little stunt the goddess's guard dog pulled at the Gate of Time. What was that twig's name again? Impa?" Ghirahim paused, musing.
Link scanned the aged images. Chagrined, he saw they were an accurate representation of the Gates of Time and their whereabouts. Link bit his lip sullenly. He hoped and prayed to the Goddess that his foe was stupid.
"Well, never mind that, " Ghirahim continued, "Because these drawings suggest the existence of a second Gate of Time. This news has just filled my heart with rainbows!" Ghirahim beamed.
Link's heart sank.
Ghirahim turned his back on him. "I've been a busy boy, searching here and there and everywhere for another Gate of Time." Ghirahim vanished in a shimmer of diamonds.
Link stared for a moment before he looked about, seeking his enemy. He became anxious when Ghirahim did not readily appear..
"And yet," Ghirahim sighed from across the room, theatrically bent on one knee. "I couldn't find a single clue. Since I know I can be honest with you, I'll admit I got a little sulky. It was frowns all around." Ghirahim shook his head in dismay and disappeared again.
Link was growing irritated. Darting his eyes around, he caught a glimpse of his deranged opponent above him. Perched high on a ledge, Ghirahim dramatically raised and lowered his hands in a display of sorrow.
"The thought of never getting my hands on that darling young girl again was...well, more than I could bear." Ghirahim moaned, dipping down on his knees and embraced himself.
Link wondered if Ghirahim ever took anything seriously.
"But then..." Ghirahim suddenly flung his hands wide, eyes lit with elation. The demon lord sprang down from his stage.
Link gasped as Ghirahim landed in front of him. Before he could step back, he felt large hands placed on his shoulders, stilling him. "Then I found this place. The prospect of a second Gate of Time has made me positively giggly!" Ghirahim's voice was uncomfortably close to Link's ear, warm breath lingering on his skin.
Disturbed, the hero wheeled around, striking with his sword. The blade merely parted a sea of diamonds. Grunting, he spun to see Ghirahim land behind him, framed between two pillars. The demon thrust out his chest, splaying his arms as if bathing in some unseen spotlight. Somehow, for reasons unknown to Link, the lights responded. How was Ghirahim doing that?
"That girl...Your adorable friend...She will be instrumental in bringing about the revival of my master. And though I feared she was quite beyond my reach, I despair no longer!" Ghirahim sang, lowering his arms to admire a gloved hand. "...But before we talk any further on that subject, there's still the outstanding matter of your punishment, Link."
The hero scowled at his enemy.
Ghirahim twirled his wrist. "Do you remember when I told you that the next time we met, I'd make your ears bleed from the sound of your own screams? Well, I've been thinking...Perhaps corporal punishment is a touch harsh. I might be willing to forgive and forget if you'll strike a deal." Ghirahim faced Link and offered his hand. "...All I ask is that you tell me where I can find the other Gate of Time."
Link gaped. Did Ghirahim seriously expect him to even consider the thought?
Ghirahim's eyes narrowed. "That's not too much to ask, is it? Oh and don't play coy with me. I know that you know, so why not let me in on the fun?"
Apparently Ghirahim did expect an answer.
Link readied his sword and shield in response.
The demon didn't seem bothered by this. Casting his hand down, Ghirahim casually turned to the side, the corner of his lips turning up. "Such behavior." A wicked wind gathered around Ghirahim, playing with his mantle. "A mischievous boy like you needs to dealt with firmly. I must warn you, I won't go easy on you this time."
Ghirahim's cape splintered into shimmering fragments of red and gold. He held up his muscular arms, raising them in a smooth arc. With a curl of his fingers, Ghirahim's gloves shattered in a flash of light, revealing flesh turned to obsidian.
"Lovely, aren't they? You'll find the supple skin on my arms tougher than any armor. Doesn't their shape leave you...breathless?"
Ghirahim hummed proudly and drew back his hair, exposing the black, jagged markings that snaked down the left side of his face and body. He flung his arm out, chest swelling in his vainglorious display. "Behold! Such beauty! " Ghirahim bared his body forward, overcome with his own magnificence. "Such an exquisite physique! Such stunning features!"
Link was underwhelmed.
Ghirahim responded to imaginary praise. "Yes, I've pretty much got it all. " His eyes closed as he basked in his splendor. "Though there is one teensy, tiny thing I lack…"
Probably sanity, Link snickered inwardly.
Then he saw Ghirahim's bestial eyes. The demon had lunged forward with a sudden look of hunger and intensity.
"Namely, mercy." Ghirahim cackled, swirling his tongue menacingly. "Come to me, Link. You and I, we're bound by that thread of fate. Destined to fight."
Shadows grew on Ghirahim's diabolical face and Link secretly recoiled.
"So come close, Link! Meet me in battle, and the thread of fate that binds us will be soaked crimson with your blood!"
The atmosphere changed. In that instant, Ghirahim spoiled the dome's sanctity, claiming it as his deadly arena.
Link's heart quickened as Ghirahim moved towards him slowly. Tightening his grip on the Goddess Sword, Link could not help but feel apprehensive. He remembered how their last battle had gone and how easily Ghirahim could disarm him. The hero had made the mistake of being too eager to strike his opponent. Those preying eyes and that poised hand seemed able to predict his movements effortlessly. Sucking in his breath, Link loosened his stance and prepared himself.
Taking casual strides, Ghirahim snapped his fingers. In a red glow, daggers formed and spun around Ghirahim with a melodious whine.
Link grimaced as Ghirahim sent them flying towards him. Swinging his blade, he deflected the first barrage with a short leap back. With another resonating snap, Ghirahim recalled the daggers. The demon continued his advance, eyes trailing Link's sword. The hum of those menacing daggers sang in Link's ears.
Ghirahim stopped in front of him. His right hand curled slightly, as if expecting to take possession of the Goddess Sword; his unoccupied hand drew back behind his hip.
Link immediately feinted. When the demon's eyes followed, Link stuck at Ghirahim's unguarded side. The tip of the blade met an armored forearm with a spark. Link pressed forward and lashed out fiercely, scoring several hits. The demon staggered back and his body fragmented, scattering like butterflies in a whirlwind. To Link's relief, so did the daggers. However Link knew better than to celebrate his victory. He stayed alert, expecting Ghirahim would appear again.
Snap
Link wheeled around in time to see daggers speeding his way. He met them with his sword, making them fracture into colorful sparks. Once more, the demon snapped his fingers and sent another wave of blades hurling forward. Link knocked them back with his shield, sending them back to their master. One struck, and the demon stumbled. Link saw his opening and rushed forward. To Link's dismay, his swing missed and the demon hopped back gracefully. Link glared at his opponent as he caught his breath, keeping his sword and shield raised. The lines of Ghirahim's mouth pulled back in stifled laughter. Eyes gleaming mirthfully, Ghirahim licked his lips hungrily.
Snap
Ghirahim summoned two swords to appear in his hands and charged ferociously. Link narrowly escaped the deadly attack and rolled to safety. Ghirahim prowled sideways, closing the distance between them, snapping his fingers rhythmically. With streaks of red, a large swarm of daggers surrounded Link. They circled around him dizzily before sharply contracting. Link spun, countering the sinister blades with his own. Body still in motion, Link caught a glimpse of Ghirahim leaping high into the air and out of sight. His heart hammering against his chest, Link searched wildly for him. The air grew heavy and Link noticed a shadow expanding around his feet.
Instinctively, Link lifted his eyes and saw Ghirahim's form diving at him, swords drawn. His lightning reflexes serving him well, Link leaped clear – and not a moment too soon. Ghirahim had plunged his swords into the ground, nearly impaling the hero. Wasting no time, Link lunged at his vulnerable enemy with a flurry of slashes and jabs. With each successful hit, Link's confidence grew, determined to defeat his foe. Ghirahim was toppling backwards and Link's heart pounded with encouragement.
Yet Ghirahim still wore that cocksure smile. It never faltered, no matter how many strikes landed on him. The demon's eyes had a certain shine to them that scared Link. As they danced around each other, exchanging blows, Link saw the demon's eyes growing wider with excitement. Every time they clashed swords, Ghirahim's face twisted with delight and it made Link's skin crawl. It was when Ghirahim ran a prominent tongue over one of his blades did Link come to a frightening realization.
Ghirahim wasn't fighting. He was playing.
Link grew uneasy, unsure if he was truly winning this fight. As if sensing his doubt, Ghirahim lunged at the hero. Their swords met in a vicious storm of parries before pulling back. Ghirahim moved in at an alarming speed. Link's chest tightened, blood rushing through his veins, and he sprang forward with a battle cry. He brought his sword down on the demon, but his blade was met with an insubstantial mist of silver.
Link heard Ghirahim land behind him. He spun his sword around.
This time, Ghirahim caught the blade between two fingers. Link's heart skipped a beat, eyes growing wide with horror. Ghirahim peered back at him, steadily maintaining control of the weapon as Link struggled to pry it out of his grasp. Only then did it dawn to him how grave his situation had become. Then, almost too simply, the Goddess Sword left his hands. Intimidated, Link backed away feeling terribly naked.
Ghirahim turned the blade thoughtfully.
"How careless." He flung the sword at Link.
Link gasped and held up his shield, feeling it vibrate as the blade made impact. It clattered loudly across the ground. Shaken, Link lowered his shield.
Ghirahim was gone.
Link blinked in confusion, then he felt something hiss hotly into his ear.
"So oblivious," Was all Link heard before thick, armored arms flew around his neck and chest. With a startled rasp, Link found himself tightly pressed into Ghirahims hard chest. His feet no longer touched the ground. "Poor, little fledgling." Ghirahim cooed, squeezing at the hero's throat.
His circulation cut, Link desperately bashed his shield at the demon's blackened arms. The dull clanking of metal meeting metal assured Link he would receive no slack. Ghirahim's crushing hold made Link feel like his windpipe would cave in on itself.
"You've wandered too far from home and too close to the waiting jaws of hungry beasts, just begging to be claimed." Ghirahim purred.
Link's head was pounding, the pressure behind his eyes unbearable. The demon's voice lowered into a sibilant whisper. "So unaware of the dangers already embracing you, oh...so...closely." Link barely noticed the lips moving against his skin. That is, until he felt something smooth and wet flick at the rim of his ear. Link heard his own breath rattle in disgust yet found himself helpless in Ghirahim's steel arms.
They withdrew and Link collapsed to the floor, choking on the sudden rush of air. Through his clouded vision, something bright caught his attention. Promptly, his senses sharpened and he saw it. There, just across from him was the forgotten Goddess Sword. Holding his aching throat, Link tried to gauge the distance between him and his fallen weapon. It was no more than a few feet away.
Ghirahim chuckled over him.
"Sky Child, do you miss the safety of your –"
Link bolted for his sword.
Snap!
Something whistled past Link as he dashed for his blade. Just when he was within reach, a vicious fire shot up at his right side, weakening his motion. Wincing, Link lost his footing, legs tangling beneath him. In his last effort, he threw his body at the Goddess Sword.
A fierce kick met his ribs. Link's body soared through the air and landed in a violent tumble. Despite his shield breaking his fall, the impact made his lower half seize with crippling pain. Only then did he discover a dagger had wedged itself into his right thigh. A sudden weight was upon him and drove him down hard on his back. Link felt his shield fly in the opposite direction as his wrists were captured and held down. Link's eyes fluttered open and closed. Although lean, Ghirahim was heavy with solid muscle and nearly crushed the hero. It took a fair amount of effort to glance up the blurred figure looming over him. Link struggled beneath his captor, gritting his teeth as he fought against the demon's hefty body. In return, his enemy's mouth stretched into a grotesque smile.
"Oh dear, I do apologize. It seems I've gotten carried away with all the excitement."
Ghirahim's knee pressed closer to Link's injured thigh, earning the demon a sharp cry. Thrashing at the grip much stronger than his own, Link was dispirited to find his efforts only tickled Ghirahim with amusement.
"Now, now, what's all the fuss Link? This is just a clipped wing."
In one, swift motion the dagger was abruptly torn out. Link's body clenched, instantly feeling winded. The searing sensation in his thigh spiked before melting into a hot ripple. Ghirahim looked quiet pleased with himself. Link could see those eyes gleefully admiring his punctured limb, watching it weep.
Ghirahim sighed, voice laced with mock reprimand. " Ah, Sky Child, the mess you've made...What am I to do with you?" With a careful twirl, Ghirahim held the dagger up, still wet and glistening. "However, I must admit, this is a lovely color."
There was a pause as Ghirahim studied his painted weapon, eyeing the red glaze trickling down the length of the blade. "It would be such a shame to put this to waste." The demon's voice eased into a whisper and Link wondered if Ghirahim was talking to him anymore. " Such a shame indeed..."
Ghirahim brought the red-tipped blade to his lips and stretched out his elongated tongue. It carefully ran up the blade and gathered the blood, allowing the taste to linger before curling it back into his mouth. For a moment, Ghirahim's eyes fell closed in careful reflection, head tilting back as though he were savoring a rare delicacy. Link's stomach churned, revolted as he watched those pale lips twisting in satisfaction.
"Now then," Ghirahim cast the dagger aside and lowered his upper body. Once more, Link felt his wrists being tightly seized with thumbs pressing roughly at the pulse. Ghirahim's face hovered just above the fallen hero, tickling at Link's cheeks with his long sheet of hair. "Have you reconsidered my offer?"
Link glowered at him.
"You are waning my patience boy." Ghirahim growled, moving his knee to nest between Link's legs. A sudden wave of dread filled Link, prettifying him. His throat and groin tightened in mortification.
"May I remind you that you have left the safety of your nest and entered my domain? It would be wise to consider my generosity." Ghirahim's weight was shifting and Link felt that knee burrowing further into his crotch. It was only a minor distraction from the horrible throbbing in his leg. Link writhed and panted, desperately wanting to get as far away from Ghirahim was possible.
" That is, unless," Ghirahim's head dipped down to Link's, lips drifting dangerously close. " You are a glutton for punishment. In that case, I will happily oblige."
Link felt the demon's breath ghosting across his lips and he shuddered. If there was anything he hated about Ghirahim, it was the total disregard of personal space. It seemed incredibly unlikely that the demon lord would pull back anytime soon. What was he to do at this close range? In this predicament, Link could only manipulate his neck and shoulders.
Perhaps that's all he needed.
Link coiled, drawing in a deep breath. He stared at Ghirahim, making note of their proximity, attention targeting the bridge of Ghirahim's nose. Link clenched his teeth and tightened his neck muscles in preparation.
" So what will it be, Sky-"
CRUNCH!
Link's forehead connected with Ghirahim's nose. There was a loud shriek and Ghirahim's weight left him. Rolling clear, Link clumsily scrambled to his feet – or so he tried. His pierced thigh ignited in protest causing him to drop to his knees. Clenching at his seeping wound, Link's insides rattled in panic. How was he going to fight with this disability? He had doubts about making another attempt to reclaim his sword and shield in his limited time frame. If only he could heal himself he would be able to–
Of course! Link had nearly forgotten about his potion. Thank the goddess for Fi's wisdom! Heart galloping, he fumbled with his pouch. From the corner of his eye, he saw Ghirahim's figure rearing back and forth in agony with his face buried within his hands. Link secretly hoped he had broken Ghirahim's nose. As Link lifted the flap of his pouch he heard a sharp whistle. He scarcely had the time to turn his head when something knocked his hand away. The force nearly made Link stumble and the side of his hand stung.
Ghirahim had straightened up with one hand extended. His other hand had remained on his face. It had slid down enough for Link to see an enraged eye peering at him between the fingers. The demon lord was absolutely livid, heaving in harsh breathes as though he were trying to contain his rage. Finally, he threw down both hands in anger.
"YOU!" Ghirahim snarled, fingers curling as though he were on the verge of strangling Link. "You will pay for that in blood, you wretched brat!"
Snap
Link's eyes widened in horror as he saw a deadly spiral of daggers roaring towards him.
Feeling a rush of panic, he quickly brought his forearms to his face. He heard the blades zoom past him before his wrists were whipped over his head and felt his body soar. The back of his hands smacked against a stone pillar. The rest of his body followed in a painful slam and bounce with his legs flying apart. Blinking hazily from the impact, he felt his body slump yet he did not fall. Eyes widening, he was shocked to find his body had been suspended by the daggers. Narrowly missing his flesh, they had pinned him through the edges of his clothing. Flexing his wrists, he found them nailed to either side of his head while his legs were spread wide, rendering his body in an embarrassing 'X' formation. At the sound of Ghirahim's cruel laughter, Link wasted no time in fighting against his binds. He yanked hard, bringing his weight down in each tug hoping to tear free.
"Please, don't strain yourself Sky Child. I have an experienced hand at magic and this lovely little spell will be sure to keep you," Ghirahim let out a small snicker, words rolling out slowly. "Comfortably secure."
As if on cue, Link saw a faint outline of diamonds sprouting from the daggers tethering him. They chained together to wrap across Link's upper arms and thighs, supporting his weight in a snug lock. This only encouraged the hero to continue his struggles and swing his body around. He twisted this way and that but to no avail. With his limbs firmly glued in place, he was at a gross disadvantage. Link hung his head in frustration, growing dizzy and sweating. Every fiber in his body felt raw from exhaustion while his injuries burned relentlessly. Unsure of what else to do, he stared at Ghirahim's approaching boots.
"Now that your excitement has been contained," Ghirahim was walking towards him in graceful strides. " I'd like to have a little heart to heart with you."
Link frowned, not looking forward to seeing Ghirahim's stupid face up close again. As he watched those toned legs getting closer, he grew curious of what kind of damage he managed to inflict on Ghirahim's face. As his head raised, he was surprised to find himself at eye level with the taller man. However the moment quickly grew sour. Instead of finding a bloody nose he found a nearly flawless face, save for the tiniest implication of a bruise sitting at the peak of Ghirahim's nose. Link saw his lips curve into a grin, coupled with the condescending leer of a hunter who had just cornered his prey.
"Will you be a good boy and tell me where that time gate is?"
Link's eyes flashed angrily up at Ghirahim. He bared his teeth as the demon stopped in front of him to grasp his chin. A black thumb stroked just under Link's bottom lip.
"Such fire in your eyes! Do I excite you that much?"
"I'd like nothing more than to slice you in half!" Link spat.
"Tsk, here I thought we had developed a cozy, little friendship." Ghirahim was drawing little circles on Link's lip, making the hero wrench away in disgust. Despite his resistance, Ghirahim had Link's chin recaptured and steered back towards his darkening face.
"My offer is still open Link." Ghirahim intoned, all humor leaving his face. "Do not cast aside my limited generosity."
They locked gazes, breathing deeply. That thumb was playing with Link's lip again, pulling down on it and offered a metallic taste.
Without thinking, Link bit down hard.
...and immediately regretted it. The pain ricochet up his jaw.
Ghirahim laughed, eyes lighting up as he seemed entertained again. "How feisty."
His hand left Link's jaw and flounced behind the hero's head, gripping at the skyloftian hat. With great care and delicacy, Ghirahim slipped it off and neatly set it aside. Suddenly Ghirahim snatched a fistful of Link's hair. With a groan, Link felt his head jerk back as Ghirahim yanked down, forcing Link to yield his throat.
"Alright Sky Child, if you want a piece of me, then I think I deserve a taste in return."
Link swallowed hard.
"However, I think I will take my time in my sampling. I prefer to savor." Ghirahim breathed, spilling his tongue over Link's exposed throat, making the skin rise in its wake.
Ghirahim's frosted lips nestled at the crook of Link's neck. Gritting his teeth, Link tensed at the repulsive nipping at his skin. The demon inhaled deeply, garnering Link's scent as if intoxicated. A pleasurable sigh shortly followed. Link snapped his eyes shut, overwhelmed with sickness.
"So pure, so ripe..."
Without warning, Ghirahim bit down hard and fast. Link's eyes widened in shock unsure of what just happened. His lips were pulled back in pain yet he could not find his voice. Fingers were stroking at the back of his neck, firmly holding him in place as those sharp canine's sank in deep. Muscles tensing involuntarily, he felt the layers of his skin being punctured in great detail.
"...Aah!" Link squirmed, reluctantly grateful for his restraints as he feared any fierce movement would tear his neck open. However, when he felt Ghirahim sucking tenderly at his wound, his muscles would flex instinctively and painfully. Link let out a distressed hiss, feeling trapped. After running his tongue over Link's bleeding skin, Ghirahim released him and pulled back. Link huffed in relief, dropping his head down, neck searing. The hero's sporadic breathes did not go unnoticed by his captor, rather it enticed the demon lord. It wasn't long before Ghirahim caught Link's chin and raised it to have their eyes meet again. Ghirahim's lips had a touch of crimson on them.
"You know what Sky Child?" Ghirahim's tone had turned jovial, as though he saw Link in a new light. "It's been a very long since since I've allowed myself to indulge in...simple pleasures."
With his spare hand Ghirahim caressed at Link's face, tracing the contours of the hero's cheeks with his finger tips. The demon lord's eyes were hooded, seemingly entranced as he admired Link's features with a drunken gaze. This time, when Ghirahim smiled Link felt a shiver of fear engulf him.
"Why don't we enjoy it together?"
Author's Notes:
Phew! My first fanfiction attempt. Originally, I was going to submit this as one giant chapter, but due to its length, I figured it would be better as two parts. This way, I can take feedback into account to make sure the second part is satisfactory and improve my writing. I do plan on writing much larger fics in the future, so reviews of any kind would be very helpful!
Thank you for your time everyone :)