Author's Note:

Hmhm. –insert evilness here- My dear readers. I've gotten good reviews. I'm sure I'll get more?

I like how I've ended my last chapter, and from the…wonderfully anxty reviews, I hope I satisfy you this chapter. Ah the things a hero does to save his friends…but is that the only reason? O: Gasp!

Now go read. And forgive the errors.

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'Suck'.

On what, his fingers? Okay.

I opened my mouth and he slid them in. They tasted like wine. That was interesting. I watched him as I ran my tongue of the digits he'd placed in my cavity; he'd closed his eyes this time, shivering every so often. For some reason, this made me smirk. I didn't understand the silence around me. I didn't really care at this point. Ah well.

I brought my hands from their resting place, holding his hand in both of mine. I rolled my tongue over the fingers in my mouth, and ran my own fingers over the hand and finger's waiting to be released. I felt warm air against my face; he was panting. Closing my eyes, I slid his fingers slowly from my mouth, watching him grit his teeth.

Ha. Revenge.

I didn't know what was going on from here. I just watched him stay in the position a moment; hands hovering above my mouth before he slid up on his knees.

That familiar buzzing broke the silence again. He leaned down again, pressing his lips to my neck.

And then he slid a finger in.

The silence around me broke and I could every move, every brush of his breath against my neck, and damn straight I felt some pain. I bit back a yelp, closing my eyes as tight as I could and arched my back. I felt his lips move against my neck in a lower tone than I remembered.

"Relax. Relax into it; the pain will go away."

"Mgh…" I forced my muscles to calm, resting myself awkwardly back in the sheets. He laughed softly, but seemed a bit choked.

"Good boy."

Had I been 'normal' he'd have lost his head. Unfortunatly, or fortunately depending on the way you take it, I end up loosing mine…in the metaphorical way.

I arched again, feeling slid another finger into my body. Again a short pain though it wasn't near as bad as before. I still had my eyes closed when he pulled them out slightly, and then pushed them back in. I took a sharp breath, prying my eyes open. He had taken to watching me with malice, but also a slight need; a desire. He slid them back and in again, over and over, and soon my body rocked with him. Soon after I'd fallen into the motion, I screamed into his shoulder; fire, that fire. That painfully beautiful fire that raced through my veins. The fire took me over, far more amazing than I had planned. He paused, then slid his fingers against it again. He gained another scream that melted into a moan. After that I felt him withdraw from my body.

Through the fog that had nearly taken me over, I thought that was all. That little blip of sanity, that one spot that never left me whispered it was both finished, but wanted more. It hadn't been lost. I hadn't lost my mind; my body hadn't completely taken over.

In a way, it wanted me to loose what little restraint I had and completely fall apart. I wanted to loose all thought; all regret, I need it so badly. I wanted it so, so very badly.

"You're normally so quiet, but when you speak you're a bit loud. I enjoy that."

I opened my eyes, and saw that curtain of black hair around me, adding a light fuzz around the rim of my sight. He tilted his head, looking away from my eyes and down my chest and moving the hand that had been behind my head down the side, under my leg and bent my knee. I heard panting; it was mine. I saw triumph; it was his. I felt pleasure; it was ours. He closed his eyes, looking down a little, pausing. That buzz faded and that sanity shivered. It nearly went silent of all but fast, deep breathing. He looked back up at me and I couldn't place the expression. His eyes were dull, he wasn't quite frowning. He looked a bit tired, but relaxed. Almost…confusion?

We kept eye contact until he slipped himself against my chest and pressed his mouth to mine.

Good damn thing too. I nearly screamed, and he moaned rather loudly, mouths muffling the other.

Our eyes met again. Breathing was fast and shallow. Time was slow, bodies moved.

In perhaps less than a second, for the first time, my 'shadow' and I were one. At the moment it seemed our minds stopped. We weren't 'Link' and 'Dark Link' anymore, for only that moment. For only that moment, well to me at least, we didn't exist. Like, the pleasure so much, so overwhelming, so amazing that it couldn't be real. This had to be a dream. I didn't have time to think. My mind found no use for it, except that tiny spark of sanity that seemed to hold onto me for dear life.

Time came back in a forceful rush. I felt it knock the breath out of me and I blinked rapidly. Again, I felt every touch of anything on my body, in my body. Fire, I felt ice, I felt pain, I felt pleasure.

I watched the pallid, quiet face turn dark again. But this time I felt no worry. That little 'you're gonna die' buzz didn't come back.

I closed my eyes, arching again as I felt him retreat to nearly exiting, then plunge into me. I gasped, gritting my teeth together and balling my fists in their useless positions on either side of me. He retreated, then plunged into me again, only slightly harder. I rocked my hips with him, biting back another groan. Goddesses…what was this?

"You're to quiet." He whispered right in my ear. I was sure it was just as raspy, just as lustful as mine would be if I could find it. "Come on, Hero of Time, say something for me. Moan for me, Link."

As if on cue, he plunged into me again. He hit that spot that tore pleasure through me faster than I'd hoped. I moaned rather loudly, arching into the feeling. I wanted more. I wanted him to hit that spot again. I needed it.

"That's it," he hissed, his hot breath on my neck. I tilted my head, giving him more room to ravage, to bite, to do anything he wanted to. "I found it." He groaned, plunging into me again. I screamed, gripping the closest clothe to me, his shirt. I held it tightly in my hand, pulling him down closer to me. Smirking into my neck, he kissed it softly. "You like that, don't you Link..."

I couldn't find my voice. I was lost in unfamiliar pleasure. I didn't know how to react to it. I gave up thought and just let what happened, happen. He plunged into me again, hitting that spot elegantly. Sliding across it dead on with force. I could barely hear the moan he exhaled into my ear over my own scream. My sight had long since left me. I now saw only him in my tunnel of vision.

His crimson, foggy, lustful eyes bore into mine. Something pale, something a bright yellow glowed from my left. This brought my little left attention to the Triforce mark. It glowed bright and rather annoyingly so. The goddesses, apparently, were NOT happy with me.

Well, screw them. Okay, well, maybe not.

I screamed again, he'd hit that sweet spot a third time. That one horrible, wonderful fire burned my veins and I knew I was flushed, I was getting lightheaded.

"You like that a lot," he hissed again, slowly twisting his hips to hit that same, devistating spot gently. I groaned, arching my back to prolong that feeling of pure fire. Oh goddesses that feeling was amazing.

I was obviously humourous to him. His dark, handsome face twisted into a grin and he pulled down close to me. I apparently had the death grip on his tunic, the only cloth left between our bodies. His hair gave me a the shield to the world, letting me only see his foggy, blood crimson jewels staring at me.

I opened my mouth, as he ran a finger down the middle of my chest. I could barely breath, and I loved it. I wanted to say something, my mouth moved, but nothing came out but a short breath and a gasp. He let a smile cross his features. He didn't see to have any patients left to wait and dove, capturing my open, voiceless cavern in his. His tongue roved over every tooth, every corner, and teasing itself around my own. I closed my eyes as I bucked against his body finally making him let out a moan into my mouth. The exhale wafted hot breath fill the emptiness of our mouths. I still had no idea what was going on. Then he let my mouth go. He plunged again, groaning. More force, more power.

I ripped at his shirt with one hand, arching violently, digging into the pillows around my head. My hand curled around the dark tunic. The symbol was amazingly bright. He spread into a smirk, revealing fangs I couldn't see. He tilted his head, pressing those fangs against my bare neck. I gasped at the feeling of a light pain, and then heavy pleasure. He ran those sharp teeth over my bare neck. This pleasure was taking over. I couldn't think. That blip of sanity was fading. I was about to loose my mind.