I…did NOT enjoy writing this chapter (hence the reason why it took me so long to write it…sorry!). I feel as though I've gone so far off the map when it comes to both Link and Ghirahim's characters. For that I apologize, and I hope that you like this chapter nonetheless .

Please let me know what you think…I really value all of your opinions; they've helped me so much thus far in my story! Was this a decent lemon, or should I revise anything? I will try harder next time for sure…I just had such a freaking hard time capturing Link and Ghirahim's attitude in this chapter (especially the "bow chicka wow wow" scene) for some odd reason! I feel like they both went from tough, dominating men to angsty emotional boys….GAH *starts pulling out hair in frustration*

This chapter is also incredibly long. It figures: I was so certain that this chapter would be the shortest one thus far, and yet it turns out to be the longest. Imagine that, XD. Anyways, enough of my complaining/raging/venting rant….here is the eighth installment of my story, and I truly hope that you enjoy it (if you don't….please don't hate me!)

Ghirahim, Link, Skyward Sword © Nintendo


The days seemed to blend together in a timeless torrent as Link continued on his quest to save the elusive Zelda. There were many times during his adventure that the warrior would find new leads regarding his friend's whereabouts, only to have them sever completely after a short period of time; if he was lucky enough to remain on the right trail for more than an hour, it wasn't long before he was introduced to a new plethora of twists and turns that caused him to stray and get lost.

At one point during his journey, Link unlocked the secret of a second Gate of Time that would lead him to Zelda's whereabouts; the time traveling clock was hidden deep within the Sealed Grounds of Faron Woods, but the warrior didn't mind backtracking in order to rescue his friend. However, upon arriving at the vast forest Link soon found out that, unless he built up the strength in his sword and delved deeper into his relationship with his spirit guardian, the Gate of Time would not yield for his needs and take him to Zelda's undisclosed hide out; it would remain sleeping in its hibernated stone state.

In order to strengthen both his sword and his relationship with the sword's spirit, Link learnt that he had to retrace his footsteps throughout the surface, visiting old locations and uncovering new and mysterious trails within them. It was in those three separate realms in the surface that Link would uncover the hidden sacred flames, an immense power that would purify his sword and build up its potency, thus enabling it to awaken the great Gate of Time. To willingly go back into the inferno of Eldin, as well as the intricate forest of Faron and the wasteland of Lanayru, it was not something that excited the already exhausted warrior. And yet, the idea of tempering his sword in order to become one with it was intriguing, and he wasted no time in searching for the hidden flames.

To retrieve such holy fire, the warrior had to encounter trials that would test his courage, wisdom, and power; if he could successfully complete each test handed to him, he was deemed worthy of searching for the sacred flame, and could commence forward in his endless journey on the surface. With three trials in total, each test achieved would grant the sky child spiritual growth and supposed favor in the eyes of the mythical goddess. The idea of taking a trial that tested Link's abilities was not something that worried or fazed him; back home on Skyloft, he was constantly tested on his skills with a blade and the sharpness of his mind at the Knighthood Academy. It was the fact that all trials took place in the Silent Realm, an unworldly land that only he could enter, that unsettled Link slightly. The moment he entered the Silent Realm, Link's spirit became detached from his body so that it would be possible for him to undertake the given challenges; while he and the world looked the same, an unearthly blue hue captivated the realm, enveloping both him and the spirit world in a ghostly glow that seemed to shimmer and make Link transparent.

As another surprise, the warrior was quick to find that he was the only one able to pass into the other world; because the trials were made for him and him alone, no other entity was allowed to cross the border that separated the living from the spirits. Without the guidance of Fi, or the use of any of his tools and supplies, the chosen hero was sent into the spirit world alone, assigned the task of collecting "tears of the goddess" in a spirit vessel that symbolized his spiritual growth; once the vessel was filled completely, Link was able to return to the surface and receive a gift from the goddess and the confirmation to continue.

However, Link was quick to find out that the spirit realms were called "trials" for a reason. As soon as Link passed through the barrier of the Silent Realm, his very presence would awaken the spirit guardians, unworldly entities that guarded the tears of the goddess. They would immediately chase the warrior down, uncaring of his exhaustion, and kill his spirit with a single swipe of their holy swords. This action would send Link spiraling back into the waking world, forcing him to start again. While the swords didn't physically bring pain to the warrior, it made his soul ache tremendously without ceasing, a feeling worse than any sort of physical torment. However, if Link was quick on his feet, he could find a goddess tear which, in turn, would send the spirit guardians into a temporary slumber, buying him more time in the spirit world. And yet, Link had a very minuscule time slot given to him in which he was able to fill his spirit vessel with the tears; if he ran out of time while searching for another goddess tear, the sleeping guardians would awaken and commence a vicious search for the unwelcome warrior. If that wasn't troubling enough, Link had to mind his step everywhere he went in order to remain away from the ever-present and ever-watchful poe, a tiny ghost-like fiend that carried burning lamps that had the ability to intensify Link's shadow, thus making it easier to find him; if Link so much as stumbled into the poe's gaze, it would shriek and ring shrill spirit bells loudly, thus waking the spirit guardians once more. The Silent Realms were littered with poes, making the trials all the more tedious and time-consuming. There were also certain areas within the Silent Realm that consisted of shimmering liquid that glimmered with tones of blue and red known as waking water; if Link set a single foot into the odd translucent fluid, the skies would immediately darken to a sinister red, and all spirit guardians would know his whereabouts and quickly make their way towards him in hopes of ending his trial.

The first two Silent Realm trials presented to Link from Faron Woods and Lanayru Desert were difficult, to say the least; each trial offered different challenges, such as quick sand, large scales of land to cover in small amounts of time, and differences in the amounts of spirit guardians and poes. By the time each trial was completed, Link's adrenaline was pumping along with his raging heart; sweat from constant excursion soaked his tunic, and his breath would come out in heavy and strained pants. But each trial was worth it, as it brought him one step closer to Zelda. It also helped that, at the end of each challenge, the goddess would reward the warrior with a gift, such as a water dragon scale that allowed him to dive and swim like a water beast, or claw-shots, useful tools that would help him scale any wall with ease.

But above all, once the trials were complete, Link was able to find the first two sacred flames and purify his sword. The sacred flame within Faron Woods brought ferocity to the master sword, making it sharper and longer and twice as capable of doing deadly damage. The holy flame from the vast desert of Lanayru brought strength to the bond that Link and Fi shared, allowing them to communicate telepathically even if the master sword wasn't in the warrior's possession. The fortified bond also gave Fi increased special abilities, such as being able to help Link find certain items and trinkets that could further help the hero in his journey.

As Link entered the base of Eldin to face the third Silent Realm in hopes of retrieving the final sacred flame, he couldn't help but feel built up anticipation towards his journey nearly being complete; with the final installment in his sword, it wouldn't be long until the Gate of Time was awakened and Zelda was back with him on Skyloft, as it should be.

'…As it should be….' Link thought to himself as he scaled the volcanic mountain; as the words muddled his mind, he could help but feel a pang of both emptiness and yearning.

It had been over 2 months since he'd last seen Ghirahim. Link was continuously expecting the demon lord to make a surprise appearance during his quest for the sacred flames, but as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, the warrior began to lose hope for his enemy and a potential visit. He figured that Ghirahim would, at the very least, want to keep an eye on him on account of finding Zelda, but if the demon lord was following him, he was going at it very stealthily, leaving no signs of his existence. Link gritted his teeth, trying to sort out his thoughts as he sprinted up the slope of the hill that led to Eldin's summit. 'Maybe he's grown tired of me….' Link wondered, and he was surprised at the deep ache that accompanied the curious thought.

Making his way to the summit's edge, Link pulled himself up onto the wooden platform that served as the summit's entranceway. Ignoring the splinters that bit into his hand and made his skin itch, he lay on his back for a moment more, thankful to be on flat ground, re-capturing his breath, and waiting for his heart to stop beating wildly in his chest. The clouds danced lazily in the blue sky, and he watched them with little interest. As he sorted through his thoughts, his calloused hand grazed the scarred flesh of his face, tracing the diamonds lightly; it was a habit he had developed several months back, and he'd often do it without even realizing his actions. The warrior let out an incredulous chuckle. "I should be happy that I haven't seen him, really. He's my enemy, after all."
And yet, even as his heart slowed to a normal pace, Link couldn't deny the longing for the demon lord that raced through his body without his consent.

With a grunt, the hero pushed himself to his feet and continued onward to the entrance of the Silent Realm. He attempted to push all thoughts of Ghirahim aside as he prepared for his next challenge, but dangerously intoxicating memories of his enemy lingered within his mind like a poison, distracting him and making him lose focus. 'I'll see him again…he's not finished with me, not yet.' Link's heart rate picked up as his mind recollected their last meeting together; the chemistry that the two held when together was electrifying, the mixture of danger and passion, intense. The connection between him and Ghirahim was not fake, but very real and very treacherous. The warrior wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand, letting out a small sigh. 'And if he is bored of me…I'll make him see otherwise.'

The warrior could feel his subconscious creep up, trying to, once again, poison his thoughts with warnings of the demon lord's danger. As he thrust his sword into the hard earth of Eldin, unlocking the Silent Realm, he let out low warning growl. 'Enough…I make my own path, my own decisions! Whether my decisions are wrong or right, I will learn from my mistakes. If Ghirahim is a mistake that I'll regret…then so be it.' And with a flourish of colors that soared into the endless sky, Link collapsed to the ground in an unconscious state as his soul departed from his body and travelled to the spirit world to face another trial.

The Eldin Silent Realm proved to be very difficult for the hero. With the fiery mountain's increased number of poes and spirit guardians, Link had to be extra careful with every step. The goddess tears were incredibly spread out on account of the grandeur of the mountain, so the warrior had to make his steps count, timing his movements and planning ahead so that he never ran out of precious time. And he had to make sure that he didn't run out of energy too fast on account of having to sprint up the mountain to reach the tears on top of the summit, as well as dart past the paranoid poes that seemed to populate every spot in the Silent Realm.

But, after what seemed like ages, Link was nearly done. Having collected thirteen of the fifteen needed tears of the goddess, the trial was almost complete. The tired warrior stopped for a moment to catch his fleeting breath; he bent over and rested his hands on his knees, letting out small huffs of hot air. For the moment, he was safe from danger. Hidden behind a large boulder that somewhat hid the warrior from the watchful eyes of his enemies, Link savored the small resting period he had. He had nearly ran out of time with the last tear he collected, and had to make a dash for the sacred substance before awaking the spirit guardians that were resting much too close to him. Link swiped his hand quickly across his face, ridding himself of the sweat that dribbled down his skin and pooled into his hazy green tunic. The warrior sighed as he stuck a hand into his adventure pouch, feeling the coolness of the goddess tears as they clung to the tiny medal spirit vessel. 'Almost there….' The sky child thought absentmindedly to himself as he closed his eyes, trying to focus on the task at hand once more.

A faint tinkling sound reached Link's ears, causing him to stand tall and be on alert. The sound of ringing bells grew louder and louder until it echoed against the walls of the volcano, filling all nooks and caverns with its shrill noise. Link cringed as soon as the poe's light enveloped him, giving him completely away to the guardians of the spirit world. The poe screeched, causing Link to cover his ears in annoyance. The clever poe began to ring his bell with endless fervor before shriveling away into nothing but white orbs of light, his job as a spy being complete. Link quickly glanced around, trying to spot the nearest tear. He could see the ominous glow of the spirit guardians as they drew closer to him with every passing second. Moments later, Link could see the spirit beings in all their intimidating glory; with their swords raised high in the air, the furious guardians stomped towards him at an alarming rate. The intricate blue markings that inked their bodies had turned to blood-red and seemed to glow with every step they took. Their eyes glowed with anger from their deep sockets within the guardian's faces, their mouths in a deep snarl.

Link let out a groan and took off running, not completely sure of the direction he was headed; he began sprinting as fast as his legs could carry him in the opposite direction of the guardians, hoping with all his might that he could outrun them until he could get his hands on the next tear. Only, he didn't know where the last two tears were, which presented a slight problem from the hero. Yet, he continued to run, not bothering to risk a glance over his shoulder. He knew the guardians were gaining ground on him with ease; their footsteps shook the ground with growing power. Link let out a growl and silently willed his legs to move faster. He made a magnificent leap over a large pool of waking water and, without a moment's hesitation, began to run up the mountain's steep bank, making his way towards the summit. His feet sank into the sand, slowing his movements considerably to a slow jog. Link gritted his teeth and fought against the panic that was growing within him without yielding. The guardians were accumulating at the foot of the mountain, staring up at the warrior with hungry eyes and hungry swords. Slowly, with predatory instincts, they began to stalk up the mountain, inching closer and closer to the tired hero.

Link was nearly at the summit when a bright light flashed just in front of him, blinding him temporarily with the sudden illumination. He let out a gasp of surprise and could feel his feet trip up from underneath him. On instinct, the hero's hands shot out in hopes of grabbing something, anything that would prevent him from falling down the hill where he'd surely meet his spiritual death. His fingers grazed the summit's wooden balcony, and he quickly grabbed a hold of the splintered wood. He let out a grunt has his knees gave way from exhaustion, and he dangled helplessly from the wooden entranceway; the sand prevented him from getting a good footing, so he had to rely solely on his fingers to keep him from slipping. He attempted to pull himself up, but much of his energy was gone from his sprint up the mountain side. As he attempted to formulate a plan, a gentle laughter filled Link's ears, and he slowly lifted his eyes to where the vaguely familiar sound was coming from. Standing only several feet ahead of him, with arms crossed in a nonchalant fashion and a small sneer adorning his pale lips, was the demon lord. His pale skin glowed with the light blue hue that enveloped the Silent Realm, making him take on a strangely angelic persona. He wasn't wearing his usually red cloak, and so Link was able to take in Ghirahim's taut body more than usual; without the cloak covering most of his body, the demon lord seemed unusually bare and exposed, but he didn't appear to miss the layer of clothing that was currently absent.

"Ghirahim!" Link gasped out of surprise; his voice was laced with a hint of happiness that the warrior did not try to hide from his enemy.

The demon lord made a sound of amusement and bent at his waist, peering down at Link and his unfortunate situation. "My my, sky child! What sort of trouble did you get yourself into this time, hmmm?"

Link let out a small growl at the demon lord's snide question, but couldn't think of anything smart enough to reply with; he was focusing most of his attention on simply not falling. He glanced over his shoulder quickly, his eyes widening at the sight of the spirit guardians growing dangerously close. His eyes landed back on Ghirahim, full of alarm. "Could you maybe help me up, instead of just standing there, watching me struggle?" He asked through gritted teeth, his eyebrows furrowed with concentration. Sweat began to loosen his already weak grip on the wood, and Link let out a small sound of panic as his fingers began to slip off the platform.

Ghirahim stared at the boy for a second, contemplating his request with careful eyes. He flashed a devious smile towards Link. "Well, that's a little demanding, and rude, don't you think?"He stood tall once more, running a hand through his hair casually. "What's possibly in it for me?"

"What do you want from me?" Link asked loudly, looking over his shoulder once more; the guardians were more than half way up the hill. When he looked back to face the demon lord, he was slightly surprised to see Ghirahim's face so enticingly close to his.

"I want everything from you, skychild." He whispered seductively, his warm breath tickling Link's cheek.

Before Link could even think to blush or offer any sort of reaction to Ghirahim's bold statement, the demon lord leaned back and held a hand in front of the warrior's face. "But, I suppose a simple 'please' will do for now." He said, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Link gave a small glare at the demon lord, deciding whether his enemy was attempting to trick him in some way or other. He couldn't risk another glance behind him; he could feel the vibrations of the spirit guardian's footsteps run through his body, reminding him that he was still in danger and had to decide quickly what he wanted to do. As he quickly tried to form a plan, his right hand completely lost all grip and slipped off the wood platform, landing uselessly at his side. His eyes pierced Ghirahim's with a silent plea, and for a moment he could see the demon lord's own black eyes cloud over with concern. Link glanced down at left hand quickly, realizing that it wouldn't be long until he lost all grip on that side as well; one by one, his fingers began to slip off the ledge, offering no more strength. A hand gripped his foot hard from below, and Link let out a yelp of fear as a guardian spirit tried to drag him off the ledge and to his demise; the spirit's sharp fingernails clawed into his boot as it attempted to get a better hold on the warrior. Link looked back up at the demon lord, his expression full of dread. "Ghirahim! Plea—"

The demon lord's hand shot out and gripped his wrist before Link could finish begging; with a single snap of his fingers and a flourish of diamond shards, Ghirahim propelled both himself and the warrior from the Silent Realm and into the waking world, where Link's unconscious body still lay in a crumpled heap. The demon lord clutched Link's soul his hand, gazing at the translucent blue orb that fluttered in his white palm. After watching the hero's soul float around for a moment more, Ghirahim gently placed the blue orb onto Link's sleeping body, where his heart was. The orb melted into Link's body, pulsating through his skin with little flashes of light.

Once the slight pulsations ebb into nothing more but a dull throb, Link's eyes fluttered open, and he inhaled deeply, as though he had been previously holding his breath. His heart was pounding heavily in his chest as Link quickly recollected what just took place. 'It was…it was Ghirahim who saved me….' Link turned his head on the ground so that his eyes landed on Ghirahim. Though it was now nightfall, Link could see the demon lord's silhouette with the moonlight's help, and he regarded him carefully.

Ghirahim was leaning against a large stone pillar, arms crossed and watching Link with his fathomless black eyes. His body was shaking with tremors slightly from using up too much of his strength, and he was breathing heavily, but he tried to not portray his weakness to the hero. Link propped himself up onto his elbows and continued to watch the demon lord. "Ghirahim…." He said quietly, not sure how to break the silence the loomed before the two rivals.

The demon lord inhaled once more and let out a sharp chuckle. "You took too long on saying 'please'. It's a simple word, boy, and shouldn't be that hard to say. If you waited any longer you would have been dead."

Link furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. "You were going to help me regardless of whether I said the word or not." He spoke with growl.

Ghirahim pushed himself away from the stone pillar and took several steps towards the hero. "Well, someone's feeling a little confident today, I'd say." He crouched down near the warrior's collapsed body and peered into his eyes with curiosity; he allowed his face to drop incredibly close to Link's own, putting his hands on either side of Link's head to steady his tired body.

Link's breath hitched in his throat, and he could feel blush begin to creep up his neck and onto his face. But he refused to tear his eyes away from the demon lord's, refused to succumb to the blatant warnings that circulated within his guarded mind. "But, you know it's true…." Link said in a low voice, shifting his body ever so slightly so that his face was closer to the demon lord's. He wanted to be closer to him; he wanted to feel the demon lord's soft lips on his body. He wanted to feel Ghirahim pressed up against him with such an intense passion that he could hardly contain his longing.

Ghirahim made a sound of amusement and licked his lips lightly. "Whether it is true or not, do not mistake my temporary kindness for weakness, Link." He gave an evil grin and propped himself on his heels once more, staring down at the sky child. "We are no longer even. As far as I'm concerned, you are in my debt." Without another word, the demon lord stood up and began to walk away from Link without casting a single glance back.

Link stared at his enemy's retreating form for a moment before growling and pushing himself up to his feet roughly. "So what, you're just going to leave now?"

Ghirahim kept walking. "That was my intent, yes." He spoke calmly, which infuriated Link
all the more.

Link made sure that his knees were not going to give way underneath him, and hurried to catch up to the demon lord. He followed behind his enemy, matching his rhythm cautiously. "No…you can't leave like this, not when…." Link's sentenced trailed off into silence, which seemed to catch the demon lord's attention.

Ghirahim stopped in his tracks, nearly causing the warrior to run into him. "Go on, boy." He commanded, looking over his shoulder at the sky child with dark yet curious eyes.

Link paused, carefully considering his words. "You can't just leave and not see me for months on end, not again." He whispered, his hard eyes trained on Ghirahim's face, watching for a reaction.

The demon lord's eyes widened for a moment, but he quickly recovered and gave a small chuckle towards the warrior. "Well, I'm afraid to disappoint you, sky child, but some of us have work to do; I can't meet your needs, as well as the needs of my master, at the same time. It is simply too time consuming and I do not have enough patience and energy to do so." He gave Link a sad smile and continued to walk towards Eldin's temple entrance, seemingly uncaring whether Link was following or not.

Link felt a pang of sadness in his heart as he watched his enemy wander farther away. 'This is so unlike him…something is wrong.' He thought with fleeting concern.
Link took several quick steps towards the demon lord's retreating form. "So, what are you going to do with the debt I owe you now?" He called out, his voice filled with both curiosity and determination.

Ghirahim did not falter, but he waved a hand in the air with annoyance. "I'll think of something…we'll take care of it later." He said, giving an exasperated sigh.

Link gritted his teeth, his eyes becoming hard as they trained onto the demon lord. "No, we're taking care of it now." He spoke in a low voice as he charged toward his enemy, fists clenched in anger.

As Link neared Ghirahim, the demon lord turned quickly on his heels and shoved the warrior hard, causing him to tumble to the ground. Link's head bounced off the hard earth with a heavy thud, and he bit back the groan that rested on his tongue. Ghirahim was on him in an instant, straddling his waist and pinning Link's wrists just above his head. And angry snarl adorned his face as he met Link's angry glare with one of his own. "Enough! You are such a child; you play and toy with my emotions, not realizing the consequences. You continue to press and press until you get your way, and when things don't go according to your plan, you won't accept it." He gave an angry sigh. "Sometimes you need to accept things that do not go according to plan, such as right now."

The warrior's blue eyes pierced those of the demon lord's, unfaltering. "Are you serious? You think I am intentionally playing with your emotions, not caring of how you feel?" Link let out a sharp laugh. "Are you so blind, so oblivious, that you don't notice how much I want you? Can you not see the incredibly intoxicating effect that you have on me?" Blush crept up Link's face as him attempted to make his feelings known.

When Ghirahim did not reply, Link attempted to keep going; his throat suddenly became incredibly dry during his dangerous confession. "I…the last couple months when I didn't see you…it was nearly unbearable. I couldn't get you out of my head…I tried so hard to forget about you, but every time I let my guard down, you entered my thoughts like a wild fire that could not be tamed. I didn't think I'd ever see you again." Link's heart sped up at the worrisome thought. "I don't know what I'd do if…." He allowed silence to overcome his sentence as he waited for a response from the demon lord; his body shook with adrenaline, and he tried to calm his nerves as they suddenly became exposed. He wasn't used to letting his guard down, and to an enemy no less. With his reluctant feelings displayed for all to see, he felt naked and vulnerable.

Ghirahim widened his eyes at the hero and let out a small giggle, his angry demeanor shattered. "Oh, sky child, you're my slave! We will always be tied together with a thread of fate, a thread of destiny. Just because I do not see you for several months at a time, it does not mean that I have forgotten about you. Trust me when I say that you have not left my thoughts since that fateful day on that bridge." The demon lord let out a small sigh. "In truth…I've craved you, sky child, like one craves their addiction. I feel as though I've gone mad with lust for you, for your touch, your scent…your taste…." As he spoke, he lightly traced the diamond scars on Link's face with his finger. He bit his lip lightly and glanced back at the warrior with hungry eyes. "You know, I suppose I can find time in my busy schedule to try and settle your…debt."

Without wasting any more time, Link against gravity and pushed himself off the ground to meet Ghirahim's lips. He let out a moan as soon as contact was made; the feel of the demon lord's lips on his was so incredibly electrifying, and it was a feeling that Link had longed for in the past months. The demon lord kissed back with fervor, playfully tracing his long tongue along Link's mouth. Link opened his mouth invitingly, circling his tongue along Ghirahim's own. His hands broke free from where Ghirahim had originally pinned them and began to claw hungrily at the demon lord's back, sinking his nails into his enemy's cold flesh. This caused the demon lord to purr with pleasure; his mouth left Link's and traveled down the hero's neck where he commenced giving sharp bites that broke his skin; tiny droplets of crimson appeared from each little nip and danced along the warrior's warm skin. The demon lord's long tongue stroked the warrior's collarbone lightly as he worked his way back up Link's neck to his ear. Ghirahim's hot mouth enveloped the sky child's sensitive earlobe, licking and sucking, sending shivers of ecstasy down the hero's spine.

The warrior's hands left their perch on the demon lord's back and quickly made their way to his enemy's waist. His hand landed on Ghirahim's hard arousal. "Oh…Ghirahim…." He whispered the demon lord's name lustfully into the wind as his hand began to form circles around his hard member, picking up speed and applying pressure with his skilled fingers. "I want more of you now…."

The demon lord let out a loud moan as he bucked his hips into Link's hand, silently encouraging him to continue. With his other free hand, Link gripped Ghirahim's neck in order to command the demon lord's attention once more. Their lips met in a moment of immense pleasure, their bodies becoming one with passion. Ghirahim wrapped his arms around Link in a tight embrace, pulling him up so that they were both in the sitting position with the demon lord straddling his waist. Link wordlessly lifted his arms in the air as the demon lord ripped off his tunic and under shirt. The wind nipped at Link's naked skin, but the chill was a mere afterthought when Ghirahim placed his body against the sky child, sharing the heat of his body as they collapsed on the ground together. The demon lord planted several long kisses on Link's lips before shimmying down his body until he rested between the hero's legs. Without asking for consent, Ghirahim's nimble fingers set to work on Link's belt buckle. He held the hero's nervous gaze with his own determined one, and though he didn't utter a single word from his hard set mouth, Link knew what the demon lord was thinking: 'you will not stop me this time, boy.'

Link complied by shifting his hips into the air so that Ghirahim was able to pull off his pants in a single swipe; his enemy wasted no further time with the belt buckle, and with a tremendous yank, Link's pants slipped down to his ankles. The demon lord let out a hungry growl as Link's naked body lay in front of him, exposed and waiting for his touch. Link could feel his face flush as Ghirahim's eyes devoured his nakedness, but he was not ashamed, not embarrassed; his body heated up with excitement as the demon lord licked his lips and wrapped his fingers along the warrior's hard arousal. Link began to pant hard as Ghirahim pleasured him with incredible expertise, alternating between pumping his hand quickly and twisting the shaft slightly. As he neared ecstasy, Link let out a loud sound of pleasure, which the demon lord quickly silenced with a hard and hungry kiss. Their lips mashed together roughly, their tongues exploring and teasing. Link pulled back and bit Ghirahim's lip hard, relishing the moan that came from the demon lord on account of his vicious actions.

Link tilted his hips to the side and pushed up with the rest of his body, turning himself so that he was on top of Ghirahim and the demon lord was lying on the hard, baked earth of Eldin. The warrior grasped his enemy's white hair in one hand and gripped his neck tightly in the other, letting out a playful yet seductive growl. The choking gasp that left the demon lord's mouth was swallowed by Link's lips as he kissed Ghirahim with endless hunger; his mouth trailed down the demon lord's chest, leaving a trail of bites and kisses. Ghirahim let out a delirious moan and snapped his fingers. In a flourish of yellow and red diamond fragments, the white suit that once adorned the demon lord's body had vanished. Ghirahim's naked body glowed in the moonlight, his pale skin nearly transparent. Link sat up for a moment, straddling the demon lord's waist so that he could take in his enemy's naked form. Ghirahim's body shivered slightly, tremors raking through his nerves, and Link couldn't tell if it was from the coolness of the night or from excitement. Link could feel Ghirahim's package against his own, and with no piece of clothing separating their arousal, the feeling was electrifying. The warrior ran his hands over Ghirahim's bare chest, feeling the taut muscles that lay beneath the skin. He bit his lip, glancing into the demon lord's feverish eyes. Without breaking the gaze, the sky child lowered himself down till his face was inches from Ghirahim's member. Before the demon lord could react in any way, Link enveloped his package with his warm mouth, sliding his lips up and down and swirling his tongue around the shaft.

Ghirahim gasped with pleasure, his hips thrusting towards Link's mouth unintentionally. The warrior jerked his head back quickly in an attempt to not gag, and his instinctive action caused the demon lord to laugh deeply. Link let out a small growl and dragged his fingernails against Ghirahim's chest, quickly turning his enemy's mirth into ecstasy. He continued to pleasure the demon lord, alternating his movements by gauging Ghirahim's reactions; though he wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, the moans that left the demon lord's mouth encouraged the sky child to continue. Eventually, Ghirahim reached forward and grabbed Link by the hair, pulling the boy away from his saliva-soaked arousal. "Link…I must have you now…I can't…I can't take it anymore. Please," the demon lord released his grip from Link's golden hair and gently caressed his cheek, "please let me have you."

Link didn't have time to formulate a response; regardless of his answer, the demon lord quickly sat up and gripped the warrior by the shoulders. Pulling him in for one last kiss, Ghirahim shoved Link to the side quickly after, causing the sky child to tumble onto his hands and knees. Link looked over his shoulder as the demon lord settled down behind him; he let out a growl but didn't attempt to move. In truth, the warrior was unsure about what was going to take place, but he was excited, and he wanted more of the demon lord.

Ghirahim ran his hands along Link's back till they rested on his hips. Link's breath came out in pants, and his heart pounded furiously against his ribcage. He could feel the demon lord's arousal pressed up against his entrance, and he couldn't help but shiver with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. The sky child's enemy leaned forward and licked his ear, his nose nuzzling the nape of the hero's neck. His voice was like silk as he whispered to Link. "I need to know that you are committed and ready for this, Link…I was serious about wanting you to give everything to me…I will not be very forgiving if you should decide to back out now."

Link allowed the demon lord's words to sink into his mind, but he didn't give them much thought. He glanced over his shoulder at Ghirahim once more, his blue eyes hard and determined; he cocked his head to the side, allowing his hair to fall away from his face so that the moonlight could illuminate his cheek. Ghirahim's gaze fell onto the warrior's cheek where the slave scars seemed to glow in the moon's bright radiance. The demon lord allowed a small smile to appear on his lips before he gave a slight nod, knowing that even though the hero didn't speak, his answer was loud and clear. "This will hurt, sky child, but I will not stop. You don't know how long I've waited for this moment."

And before Link could reply, Ghirahim thrust his hard member into Link's entrance. The warrior bit back the pained yelp that ached to come out as the demon lord continued to thrust into him without relenting. He did not slow down, did not allow Link time to adjust; Ghirahim's hips bucked against the hero as he developed a rough rhythm, driving his arousal deeper and deeper into Link. It wasn't long until the pain ebbed into an intense feeling of pleasure for the warrior. With every thrust that the demon lord delivered, Link received a jolt of electrifying sensations that raced within his veins, making every nerve stand on end. He began to push back into Ghirahim's package, matching his rhythm with equal force. Ghirahim let out a dominating growl and gyrated against Link faster, his hands exploring the warrior's warm body; they clutched and clawed at his skin, leaving tiny red marks all over Link's skin.

The hero closed his eyes as his body began to heat up with excitement. "Oh yes…yes!" He moaned lustfully, throwing his head back in bliss.

Ghirahim grunted with pleasure, picking up his pace even more-so. "Do you like this, sky child?" He growled, his voice low and husky.

Link moaned again in response, and the demon lord reached forward and clutched the boy's hair, yanking his head back roughly. Link let out a gasp that was a mixture of both surprise and pleasure. Ghirahim entwined his fingers into the warrior's golden locks, securing his hold. "I want you to say my name." He purred, voice dripping with seduction. "I want to hear you moan my name, Link."

Link gritted his teeth as the demon lord continued to pound against him; his stubborn side began to make an appearance, and he let out a threatening growl that resounded deep within his chest. "No…." He said through clenched teeth.

The demon lord wordlessly bent down and stroked Link's hard member; the combination of Ghirahim's member being thrust deep within him, as well as his own package being handled, it was nearly too much for Link to tolerate. His body began to heat up and tremble uncomfortably as he grew close to euphoria. "Ghira…I can't…please…." His words made a jumbled mess as he attempted to sort out his thoughts amidst the moment of passion.

Ghirahim thrust harder into the warrior. "Say my name, boy!" He yelled fiercely, his hand squeezing Link's packaged tightly and without mercy.

"Ghir…Ghirahim!" Link shouted hoarsely into the night sky has he came hard on the ground of Eldin.

The demon lord let out a loud moan as he pounded against the gasping hero once more, his body convulsing with pleasure as he came inside the sky child. He remained inside Link for a moment more, breathing hard and running his hands lightly along the warrior's back. After regaining his composure, the demon lord pulled out and silently stood up. He stared at Link silently, a mischievous smile pasted onto his pale mouth. Wordlessly, he offered a hand to Link and helped him gradually get to his feet; it took a few attempts for the warrior's feet to stay strong underneath him. Ghirahim clutched his arms protectively to keep the hero from falling, chuckling to himself when Link's hands painfully gripped his in an effort to steady himself.

They stared at each other in the dark of night, registering the forbidden act that just took place on the summit of Eldin. Eventually Link shook his head in an act of nonchalance and reached down to grab his clothes. As Ghirahim watched him quickly get dressed—he himself remaining naked—Link glanced up at his enemy with a determined glimmer in his eye. "That will be the only time that I will let you use the mark of the slave against me." He said, breaking the quiet of the night.

"We'll have to see…but I highly doubt it." The demon lord chuckled quietly, ignoring the warning growl that Link emitted as he threw his dirty tunic over his head.

Once the hero was all dressed, he lightly snapped his fingers and allowed his clothes to materialize back onto his body; piece by piece, white fabric circled his body until it completely enveloped him, taking on the form of his usual white jumpsuit. The demon lord's hand reached up and gently gripped Link's chin, claiming his attention. He leaned down and brushed his lips against the hero's. "I must take my leave, sky child; it is getting late, and I fear that I've digressed from my busy schedule for far too long."

Link's heart flopped with disappointment in his chest, and he clutched his hat tightly in his hands, trying to not let his feelings show. He gave a nonchalant shrug in an attempt to mask his emotions. "Well, you're not the only one with a busy schedule; I have things to do as well." He said, embarrassed that his voice sounded so weak, as well as the fact that he couldn't come up with a witty retort.

The demon lord peered into Link's eyes and gave a charming smile. "If it is any consolation, we will meet again soon, Link." He said softly. "After all, we are tied together by fate." He nuzzled Link's cheek with his cold nose before taking a large step back. He raised a hand gracefully in the air and nodded at the hero. "Besides, we are after the same girl, so how can our paths not eventually cross in the future?"

Link let out a gasp that quickly turned into a growl. But before he could act on his sudden anger, the demon lord giggled and snapped his fingers, disappearing into nothing more but colorful diamond shards.

The warrior stared at the empty space where Ghirahim had just stood. He willed his nerves to calm down from their maddened frenzy, and he clenched and unclenched his fists several times in hopes of loosening up his tight muscles. He shook his head quickly, not wanting to deal with his toxic thoughts at the moment; once his anger subsided, he was surprised to find himself immediately missing the demon lord, aching for his return. 'I'll…I'll see him again, soon enough…we'll be able to work things out then. If we are bound by fate, as he says, things are destined to work out for us, regardless of this mission. But…I can't think about that now…I'll think about that tomorrow. As for now….' Link took a small step back and glanced behind him to where his sword was still wedged into the ground. He gave a sigh, remembering that he had to re-enter the Silent Realm once more in order to find the sacred flame. "Alright…let's finish this." Link said grimly as he walked over to the master sword and placed his hand on the cold hilt.

The moment his hand made contact with the blade, Link's soul was sent spiraling into the spirit world once more for a second chance at retrieving the goddess tears, bringing him one step closer to his journey's end.


Soooooo what did you think? I went waaaaaay into left field hey? Well, let me know what you think! More to come! :D