Oh my... I had a powercut while I was writing the second half of this chapter... and I lost the whole second half. So I had to rewrite it. Link gets pretty catatonic in this chapter, kinda loses his mind for a bit. Madness is always fun to write. Just warning you guys, 'cause, y'know, triggers and stuffs. I keep getting told off for not putting up disclaimers and warnings. Dude, it's obvious I don't own Zelda. Or any of the songs I use as chapter names. (A Perfect Circle is by Passive – I fucking love Constantine, and the soundtrack) Or Death Note, or Neverwinter Nights, or any of these things. I thought it was obvious. :/ Whatever. I SAT FOR THREE HOURS IN PITCH BLACK DARKNESS WRITING THIS FOR YOU GUYS, YOU'D BETTER APPRECIATE MY HARD WORK! (That means review and follow, people. Review and follow~.) - xoxo Matty-cchi
The door slamming open woke the hero, his eyes opening slightly. He yawned and looked towards the door. Zelda and Groose stood there gaping. He frowned, wondering what they were gaping at. His eyes travelled downwards...
...to the demon that held him close, one hand resting on the boy's hip. His cheeks colored instantly, pulling free of the demon. "It's not... it's not what it looks like!" he mumbled. He couldn't meet their eyes.
"I know this guy!" Groose growled at the demon, trying to look menacing and failing. His ridiculous pompadour didn't help him at all. "What are you doing with him?!" he demanded.
Ghirahim opened his eyes and shrugged, pulling the boy back to his chest. "As you can see, we are sharing a bed. You can go now. Your hair is... distracting." he waved a hand at the redhead, brushing his lips across the hero's jawline.
Zelda was still silent, staring at them with wide eyes. Groose let out another growl. "Don't talk about my do. You're the one who should be leaving. After what you did... Link, what are you doing with him?"
Link blushed darker and looked away from them, too embarrassed to speak. Unfortunately, Ghirahim took over. "Don't worry, I haven't harmed your friend. He's in good hands with me." he hummed. "I – for once – am not your enemy. I'm his ally. It's a long story, believe me."
"Then why are you in bed together? I don't usually sleep with my allies." Groose countered, still looking angry.
"Oh? Well, Link is my new master, and I only follow his orders~." the demon bowed his head, making a flamboyant gesture with his free hand. "I wouldn't be here without his consent."
Link only lowered his head, hiding his face. Of all the things his friends could see, he certainly didn't want them to see him in bed with the Demon Lord. He couldn't say anything; he was speechless.
Zelda turned away and walked out, still silent and with stiff shoulders. "You're not welcome here." Groose turned and shut the door, walking after Zelda.
"My, my, your friends aren't very tolerant." he mused, tracing an old scar on the boy's chest. "At least you have me..." he sat up and wrapped both arms around the boy, pulling him between his legs and holding him to his chest. "Even if they all betray you, and leave you for dead, you'll still have me." he smirked, biting at the boy's ear. "Would true friends turn you away because your enemy requested your help? The Goddess is prejudiced, and the boy has a silly haircut. Fine friends indeed."
The hero closed his eyes and kept his head down, not bothering to pull away from the demon. Ghirahim pressed his lips to the boy's neck, trailing a few soft kisses down to his collarbone. "Let's go, sky child. We have better things to do than sit here and ponder your choice of friends." He guided the hero to his feet, handing him his tunic and chainmail.
"I didn't think they'd react like that, even if they did see you." he mumbled, numbly tugging his clothes on. "I didn't think..." his voice trailed off, his eyes sad.
The Demon Lord wrapped his arms around the boy, stroking his hair softly. "Let's go. There's no point in staying here any longer. You heard them; I'm not welcome here." he murmured, his touch comforting the boy.
Link nodded after a moment and lifted his head, looking up at him. "Yeah..." he nodded and touched his hand, belting on his sword before turning back to him. "We're going to visit Setanta. I want him to make me something." he patted his wallet, moving to the door. "And we're going to fly there."
Ghirahim rose an eyebrow but followed him outside, his head tilted to the side. "On that bird of yours? Lead the way, sky child." he gestured that he would follow.
The blonde nodded again and let out a piercing whistle, the crimson Loftwing gliding down from the sky and landing before him. The bird looked at Ghirahim and squawked at him. The demon shrugged and dissolved into the sword again.
"You'll travel faster if your bird only has to carry you." he answered the unspoken question, sounding a little bored already.
Link nodded and climbed onto his Loftwing, holding the harness loosely as they began to ascend. They levelled out once they were high above the trees, gliding through the air easily as Link tugged the directions out of his pouch. He explained where he was going, but not why. Ghirahim was still curious, questioning him about minute details.
Link ignored him, for the most part. Or tried to, once the demon started filling his mind with all sorts of nonsense. A series of images flashed through his mind, him bound and gagged at the demon's feet. He shook his head and tried harder to ignore him, the tips of his ears reddening.
The demon seemed to know that he'd hit a nerve. So he continued. He showed the boy everything he wanted to do to him, making the hero blush darker.
The blonde clenched his jaw and held back a shiver as an image of him broken and bloodied beneath the demon swam before his eyes. Images continued to bombard him as they flew, clouding his thoughts.
He gasped and struggled against the chains that bound his wrists behind his back, the demon forcing him to his knees on the stone floor. His breath came in short pants, his eyes glazed. His clothes were ripped and torn, blood staining the material in places. He turned his gaze to the demon's face, pleading soundlessly for more.
He shook his head again, struggling to ignore the image. The demon was getting more and more creative as time went by, each image becoming more and more graphic.
His hair hung over his face, hiding his eyes from view as he kissed down the demon's chest. He raised his head after a moment, his lips parted slightly to reveal slightly pointed canines. The Demon Lord looked quite content and smug beneath him as the boy went back to his ministrations, kissing ever lower.
"What do you want, Ghirahim?" he demanded, focusing on a particular feather on the Loftwing's head to distract himself.
"You."
A crimson ribbon was tied around his neck, his body arching and writhing from the light touches. The tip of a dagger sliced into the skin of shoulderblade, the demon's mouth moving across the wound. He groaned in pain as the demon forced his tongue into the cut, making it bleed more. As more cuts were made in his flesh, screams began to escape his quivering lips.
Link shuddered and touched his neck faintly, making sure that it was just an illusion and not real. He noticed that his breath was coming faster than usual, his heart pounding in his chest as another of the demon's images assailed him.
The more he screamed, the more the demon hurt him. His skin was almost completely covered in blood or cuts, his body slumped against the ground from blood loss. He knew the demon wouldn't kill him – just bring him to the brink of death before healing him. His vision began to go black, but then a warmth spread across his body; the wounds began to close up and scar.
He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to stop the flow of images. The demon finally relented, halting the onslaught. "I told you once before, sky child. I want you. I will not stop until you are mine, and you understand that." he purred.
The hero eventually moved his hands away, still shaking and breathing heavily. If he actually does all of that to me... I don't think I'd be able to resist. He'd break me easily. He realized, keeping his thoughts away from Ghirahim. Unless I went to the demon realm... if I became a demon, he wouldn't be able to break me as easily... But I might want to be broken after that... It'd be worth a try though.
"Once we're finished here, I want to go to the demon realm." he announced, waiting for the demon's reaction and shielding his thoughts from him as best as he could.
"The demon realm? Why would you want to go there, sky child?" he asked curiously, a note of wariness in his voice. "It's not as nice as the surface."
Link shrugged. "I want to go. Will you accompany me? I'd prefer to have you along, so I don't get completely lost."
The Demon Lord was silent for a long time before he finally responded. "Do you know what happens if a human spends too much time in the demon realm?" his voice didn't betray any emotion.
The hero nodded slightly. "Zero said that it might not effect me. I'm too pure to be corrupted or something." he said off-handedly. We'll find out when we get there, of course. An image of him with pointed canines came back into his mind; he brushed it aside after a moment.
"If you insist on going, I will go with you." the demon sighed, resignation clear in his tone. "Just don't blame me if you become a demon."
They flew in silence the rest of the way, Link pondering how he would stop the demon from breaking him completely. He could feel Ghirahim at the edge of his mind, probably catching any stray thoughts.
Link guided the bird down to the ground and landed lightly, slipping from its back and patting its beak. "You can go now." he murmured, a sigh escaping him as the bird took off again and began to fly away. "You can stay hidden if you want, Ghirahim. Up to you."
The demon ignored him, not bothering to appear. "I think I'll stay like this, thank you. Get this over and done with, sky child." he murmured.
The blonde sighed again but made his way towards the small cottage. He knocked gently on the door and stepped back, waiting.
With a creak, the door swung inwards. A man stood there, short blue-black hair swept back from his face. He gestured for him to come inside. At the man's expectant look, the hero quickly explained what he wanted, watching the man draw a rough design on a scrap of paper. It looked better than he thought it would.
"Come back in a few hours. And bring a few hundred rupees." the man waved a hand at him and turned away, wandering into a different room.
Link rolled his eyes and walked outside, wandering into the surrounding forest. He could feel the demon at the edge of his mind, curiosity radiating from him. "So that's what you wanted him to make... Why do you want him to make it? Black isn't really your color, sky child." the demon sounded very amused, almost purring at him.
"I want it. Be quiet." he grumbled, the tips of his ears reddening again. He ignored the demon after that, finally sitting down on a hollow log. The Demon Lord materialized beside him and tilted his head, watching him closely.
"I really can't imagine you wearing such a thing." he admitted eventually, his eyes roaming over the boy. "I also never thought I would see you wear something so revealing." he laughed softly.
The hero glared at him for a moment.
"What a charming glare you have."
He glared harder.
"But when you're done trying to turn me into ash with your glare alone, maybe you'll let me speak seriously; maybe you'll even listen to what I have to say."
He stopped glaring at the demon, but continued to watch him warily. "What is it?"
The Demon Lord leaned back and looked up at the sky, his hair falling back from his face. Link noticed that the black lines across his skin had faded completely after he had bonded with the sword; his power must have returned.
"I will be honest with you, sky child; I have no need to deceive you." he began. "Travelling with you, even having you as my master... it isn't as bad as I thought it would be." he declared. "With Demise... everything was order after order, and then I had to chase that girl all over the surface to revive him... You're much more simple."
"Oh, cheers."
"I don't mean that in a negative way, Link – for once. You want to adventure and see the world, rather than conquer and destroy it. And it's reassuring to know that you won't destroy me once you're finished with me."
"That's not a certainty."
"I'm sure it isn't. But your company is far more... relaxing, shall we say? Even if you decided that the world would be better off without me, you wouldn't kill me in my sleep. You'd fight me honorably. I would win, of course, but the sentiment remains."
Link tilted his head to the side like a bird might, his brows furrowing. "How do you understand me? If light and dark are so different, why are you able to understand me?"
Ghirahim looked back at him for a moment before clicking his fingers, a simple coin appearing between his fingers. "A coin has two sides, for instance. But there is only one edge." he pointed out, running the tip of his thumb along the edge of the coin. Then it vanished.
The blonde nodded thoughtfully and rested his chin on his palms, his elbows on his knees. "What you showed me earlier... would you actually..." he trailed off, gazing distractedly at a mound of fallen leaves.
Every image was different, but there was one similarity between them all; his eyes always portrayed an emotion he rarely felt – lust. Even when the demon was bringing him to the brink of death, he wanted it. With each cut that was made on his pale flesh, he wanted it. Even when he pretended to resist and struggle, it was the same; he wanted it.
"I would." the demon nodded. "As you saw, you wouldn't die by my hand. You might come close to death, but you would not die."
Link hardly heard him. He was still shocked at his revelation. Why would I want such a thing?
"Because you'd enjoy it." Ghirahim murmured. "Just like light and dark, pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin."
He hadn't realized he'd spoken aloud. His thoughts were so frantic, the demon had probably heard him anyway.
"Let me show you."
Link's head jolted up, his eyes wide.
"Not right now, sky child. We'll get the outfit from the grumpy man, and then we'll travel to the demon realm. When we're there, I will consider it. But not until then." he chuckled softly and put a hand on the boy's head, ruffling his hair. "You're too pure for me to spoil so soon. It'd be like plucking a flower before it blooms – and when you bloom, it shall be a marvellous sight."
The boy whispered something, so quiet even the demon barely heard him say anything. Ghirahim leaned closer and gestured for him to repeat himself.
"Show me..." he whispered faintly, the tips of his ears burning again.
The demon moved back and studied him for a moment, sensing the boy's thoughts with his own... then he nodded. The boy was frenzied, his thoughts chaotic and wild – even if it was a mistake, he wanted to know. His own curiosity was too great.
Ghirahim stood and clicked his fingers, his crimson cloak forming on the grass. He wrapped an arm around the hero's waist and guided him to his feet, laying him down on the soft material. The boy's eyes were wide, but exactly the same as they had been in the images the demon showed him.
Slowly, the demon slipped the boys belts off, setting them and his tunic beside them. Already the boy was panting softly, his chest rising and falling anxiously. The man shifted to straddle the boy, licking and biting at his neck the moment he was comfortable above him. The hero's frenzy seemed contagious, his teeth piercing the soft skin on his neck and drawing blood, eliciting a delightful gasp of pain from the boy.
The Demon Lord swiftly lost all control of his actions; he roughly bit at the pale flesh and clawed shallow gouges into the boy's chest, all the while pressing his hips against the boy. Each time the hero's flesh was stained crimson with blood, he let out delicious moans and gasps, arching up against the larger male.
Link let out a cry as the demon sank into him, throwing his head back and clawing at the cloak beneath him. The demon didn't wait for him to adjust as be began to tear into him, snarling and biting at the boy writhing under him. A strangled gasp escaped the boy as his body went stiff, his muscles tensing up.
A scream tore from his lips as intense pain shot through his body, leaving him quivering and moaning from the agony that had assailed him for not even half of a second. His vision flickered, leaving him stranded in a place between unconscious and conscious, his body still reacting to the demon's touches. He was vaguely aware of the building pleasure, when finally his release snapped him into full awareness.
His fingernails roughly dug into the demon's shoulders as he arched up again, another cry escaping him before he sank into the dark waters of oblivion.
