Chap 3

Where is he?

Link looked around. Trees to his right and to his left. He turned around his own axis. To each side were trees. Tall. Reaching to heaven. Dense treetops as far as he could see in the sky. He could not see the blue horizon he was used to. Rationally he knew these trees did not reach up to Skyloft. But at that moment all he saw was wood that towered over himself by many feet.

Link gripped the Mastersword tighter in his right hand. He felt the leather on the hilt and the weight of the metal. His hand pulsed from the strength he was using. Link heard a crunch behind him and turned around. As he saw no one his jaw tightened uncomfortably and he realized he was biting his own teeth.

Where could he be?

He certainly wasn't here. Link looked around one last time and kept running. He didn't know how many trees he passed. The forest seemed to be never-ending. No paths, only dense undergrowth and the wooden giants with their green crowns. It became darker and darker. He could no longer distinguish the bushes from the ground. Briefly, he just turned his head, trying to focus on the scenery on his left but stumbled and lost his footing. His sword hand flew forward to intercept, the Mastersword skittering to the forest floor in front of him. Link managed to break his fall and rolled over his right shoulder. It was bad luck that a sharp stone stuck out of the ground right there and tore his green tunic open at the shoulder. Link could just barely make out an injury but could no longer tell if he was bleeding. With his gloved hand he touched the shoulder and winced.

This couldn't be true! Where was he?

The young hero got up again, took a few steps towards his sword, bent down and picked it up. Then he looked around again. Inhale and exhale. Deeply.

There was no point in going further. The forest was getting denser. It was not apparent where the sun was at this moment. How long had he been in this forest? Could he find his way out in time? What would his friends in Skyloft say, if he stayed overnight? Sure, it was nothing out of the ordinary for him to stay away from the sea of clouds during his sacred mission.

Link ran his left hand over his face. There was no point in asking anyone, either. No one cared. They would only ask if he was sane. He didn't know why he couldn't let go of him himself.

Without further ado, he turned in the direction from which he had come. Now he had to be careful not to trip over the branches or roots on the ground. Link didn't know how far into the forest he had gone but the path seemed so much longer now.

»Link!«

Startled, he turned around, drawing his sword from the scabbard on his back once again. Who's there?

He narrowed his eyes searchingly to see better in this darkness. He could not see anybody. Slowly he turned around his own axis. There was really no one. Again he put the sword away and resumed his walk back home.

»Link, wake up!«

He felt his pulse quicken. His breathing. The darkness was getting stronger instead of lighter. The edge of the forest was not visible.

»Link!«

Startled, he jerked his eyes open, scooted up and grabbed his blanket. Breathing heavily he sat in his bed and stared ahead. It was only a dream. He tried to get his breathing back under control before looking beside him – who had woken him up?

»Well, it's about time! You're harder to wake than I thought. Makes me wonder why you haven't been attacked in your sleep on the surface yet. Had I known this before, I would have ambushed you and strangled you in your sleep my dear.«

Link snorted.

»Is that the case? Then I'm almost glad you did not.«

He grinned at him and placed his right hand against the taller man's cheek. A soft yet cool surface under his fingertips. It had never bothered him before that his counterpart didn't have a normal, human body temperature. He had never thought about how different they were. How completely different Ghirahim was.

That's a lie. Nothing else dominated his thoughts as he had realized what he really wanted from the sword spirit. How panicked he had been by his own feelings.

Ghirahim triggered something in him that he had not felt before. Admittedly he had never felt lust before until the sword spirit showed him what he was missing.

Hylia helps him. There was no way he was okay with that. How wrong was it?

»Good morning to you too, Ghirahim. What are you doing here? Don't you have anything better to do?«

Link tried to forget his worry for the sword spirit inside his dream. He was glad the sword spirit was here now. Even if they were seen together – it would be a disaster. Link still had his hand on Ghirahim's cheek, he patted it twice with a grin and put his hand down again.

Ghirahim gave a short laugh.

»Well that must have been some dream you had to talk back this early in the morning.«

»What's that supposed to mean?«

He raised an eyebrow.

»Just admit it, you missed me or you wouldn't be here!«

Now Ghirahim snorted and pushed away from Link.

»Don't make me laugh. Here I was trying to make you happy with my presence, so you wouldn't yearn for me. And now I'm being treated like that.«

He grabbed his chest theatrically, where a Hylian's heart normally sat.

»You hurt me.«

Shaking his head, Link swung his legs out of bed and stood up. Wearing only his underwear he took a few steps into the room. He grinned at Ghirahim and continued to his closet next to the door. He grabbed a light colored top and brown pants from the drawers and his boots from the closet body. Armed with these he stepped into his boots.

»Will you stay here while I take a bath?«

He grinned. What a dangerous game. His only answer was a snap of his fingers and Ghirahim dissolved into many diamonds.

Link turned and walked out the door of his room into the hallway and marched upstairs. Fortunately, no one saw him in just his underwear and fresh clothes. And if they did, he hadn't minded being seen half naked for quite some time. Ghirahim had taken care of that.

Once in the bathroom, he put his clothes on the shelf opposite the door, placing his boots next to them. He slipped both his thumbs under the waistband of his underpants and slid them off his abdomen and down his muscular legs.

»Nice view, Skychild. I could get used to this.«

Ghirahim's dark voice came from behind him. Still leaning forward, Link looked past himself to the pillar half-right behind him. Ghirahim was leaning against the wood with his arms folded. So if someone were to come through the door, he wouldn't be seen through the orange curtain, and he would have plenty of time to dissolve into crystals.

»Do you know what I'm craving at this moment?«

Slowly Link raised his upper body without taking his eyes off the demon lord.

»No, I can't think of anything.«

He pulled up the left corner of his mouth.

»I can't think of anything. I just want to bathe.«

With that he turned completely towards the bathtub and got in. The stone bird figure dispensed pleasantly hot water from its wooden beak.

»You little snot.«

Ghirahim growled from his place on the pillar. He had not yet moved from there. Link sank deeper into the large tub so that the water was up to his neck.

»Small? I don't think I'm that small, Ghirahim.«

The aforementioned sword spirit kept his composure.

»If I remember correctly, you paused when you first saw me.«

There was still no movement from the other. Link submerged once and ran both hands through his blond hair under water. When he resurfaced, he placed both arms on the edge of the tub. His eyes were on Ghirahim as he rested his head on his forearms.

The white-haired man stood leaning against the support pillar like a statue. He had shown no movement. No matter what he said.

»What are you thinking about?«

Ghirahim raised an eyebrow. At last. The demon lord's lips twisted into a grin.

»You really want to know?«

›Well, of course.‹

Link didn't have time to nod before Ghirahim dissolved into his little crystals, water spilling over the back of his neck, and two arms settled at his hips and a cool body pressed against his back.

»Hero on a stick!«

A cold shiver ran down Link's spine. Yes, he might like this. Ghirahim pushed his hands further forward on his hips as a short tap sounded. Hylia helps him, there was just bad timing. The hands disappeared in a tangle of crystals, the door opened, and Link saw someone enter. Startled, Zelda looked at him. There was nothing more to be seen of the demon lord. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the blonde young woman.

»Good morning Zelda.«

»Link.«

Blue starred in blue. Until Zelda lowered her eyes a little and blushed.

»Do you need any longer?«

»Actually, I just started.«

Link said – it was a great pity that Zelda wanted to bathe at that very moment, too. "Give me a few minutes and I'll be clean, and then you can take a bath."

Nodding, the blonde woman stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door. Link had the vague hope that Ghirahim would reappear but he didn't. Thus he washed himself sufficiently and then got out of the tub, dripping, discharged the water and dried himself. Without further ado, he opened the bathroom door fully clothed, and a still embarrassed Zelda was leaning against the wall to his left, in front of the blind.

»I'm done.«

He wasn't mad at her per se, but it already gave him a negative feeling that he couldn't spend his time with Ghirahim in the bathroom.

With his few belongings, he went back to his room, tossing them in the right corner next to his closet so he could wash them sometime over the next few days.

Ghirahim lingered on his bed.

»Did the Goddess herself stop you?«

His bored voice sounded in Link's ear. The blond young man turned toward the bed, but stayed where he was.

»I'm irritated, too!«

Link said and he had known the demon lord long enough now to hear that he was more than just annoyed.

»You don't understand, child. It's only been a few weeks or months for you.«

The taller one now said, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

»My anger for that woman seethed for centuries.«

Ghirahim's voice was tantamount to a hiss. The hero folded his arms in front of his chest. He hated it when Ghirahim called him child. He was not a child anymore. He was eighteen years old now. He had passed the Wing Ceremony, he had been steering his Loftwing for a very long time without being taught. And he had defeated Demise.

»I'm not a child!«

Link said to the sword spirit. The latter only raised his right eyebrow mockingly. Without further ado, he stood up, grabbed Link's hand and hissed.

»Prove it.«

And in the next moment they disappeared from Link's room.

The first thing Link noticed was the cool wind whistling around his ears. He looked at the white-haired man. Ghirahim grinned and spread his arms. "Prove, oh hero, that you are no longer a child. I'm waiting!" The blond looked at the demon, then his eyes darted behind him, and only then did he realize where they were.

»Ghirahim, do you think this place is a good idea?«

Doubting, he looked into the stony face of the goddess Hylia. Ghirahim just laughed and teased:

»Not only a child, but a coward. Link, where is Farore's courage. It doesn't seem to be in you anymore.«

Link's eyes narrowed, he let out a scream and jumped Ghirahim. The demon lord simply grinned and intercepted Link's leap, wrapping his arms around the smaller body and then dropping backwards.

»Gotcha, Skychild.«

Link sat, one leg left, one right on Ghirahim's body, looking down at him.

»Have I not thee, oh great demon lord Ghirahim?«

His forearms were next to Ghirahim's head and he was leaning just a nose tip above him. He leaned down further and their noses touched, just briefly. Then he moved to his left side, caressing the sword spirit's cheek with his lips. He did not linger there however, but continued to his ear and breathed softly against it. Ghirahim under him did not move a bit.

»Don't you like it?«

Link asked softly into the left ear, then bit firmly into the upper part. Ghirahim winced under him. Link licked briefly over the bite.

»Do you prefer firmer handling?«

Link laughed softly to himself.

»I think you're very naughty today, Skychild.«

Ghirahim grabbed Link and they swapped positions.

Now the white-haired man was sitting astride the hero. His hands were on the upper chest area. However, they didn't stay there for long, but wandered under the light shirt, stroking the Skyloftian's skin as light as a feather. Link' body came towards him, his pulse quickening and he exhaled harder.

»Do you come off of that yet, child?«

The sword demon whispered in his ear.

Indeed, Link did come off on that. The gentle touches not only caressed his body, they healed wounds on his soul he didn't know were still there. Link lifted his hands and slid them into the older man's neatly laid hair, swiped his fingers in them. Considering they hadn't seen each other in a while, it wasn't surprising that Link reacted to the demon like this.

»Ghirahim...«

Link gasped, trying to rise enough so he could kiss him. But the other broke free of the shorter man's clinging grip and straightened himself entirely, stopping above him and undoing the cloth belt. Slowly did he slip the tight-fitting white trousers off his legs. Ghirahim raised his left hand and stroked it first through his hair - pushed a few strands behind his pointed ear - then slid it down his neck over his still covered chest and stomach, to the waistband of the top. Slowly he pushed the fabric up and pulled the cumbersome piece of cloth completely over his head. Naked as Demise had created him he stood over Link.

At the sight of a naked Ghirahim, Link gulped, his breathing quickening.

»Ghirahim... Hurry up!«

Link urged the elder, straightening up as much as he could. Tried to bring Ghirahim down with his long legs so he could finally feel him on top of him again. However, the demon lord didn't fall on him right away, but rather let himself slide on top and bent over Link again. The latter pulled Ghirahim down to him and stroked his nose along his cheek. He smelled so incredibly good.

»I want you!«

Link murmured to him, giving the guy above him a gentle shove against the shoulder so that he could crawl away from under him. Kneeling some distance away from the demon lord, he slid his own hands into the waistband of his pants and slowly undid the clasp. He hadn't thought much of underwear today, so rosy skin was revealed.

»Want to see more, my Lord?«

Ghirahim twisted the corner of his mouth into a grin, he pushed his pants south. Link didn't have to look down at Ghirahim or himself to know that they both liked this situation. The pants didn't find their way down at all – hanging by his knees where he sat – just enough to hang by his thighs. His own arousal was in full glory. Briefly he ran his hands over his aroused cock, then, like Ghirahim before him, drew his fingers over his upper body and – pausing briefly at his nipples – pushed the shirt over his head. Just as Ghirahim was about to sit up, Link leaned forward and put a hand on his chest.

»You're not leaving, are you? I was going to take care of you now.«

He got rid of his pants in no time and sat down on the older man's stomach. He then slid back further, with his ass over Ghirahim's cock. He licked his lips in anticipation and also just lowered his head to have the familiar dick in his mouth. Link groaned and closed his eyes in pleasure. With practiced movements he sucked on the strong shaft and massaged his balls. He tasted salty drops on his tongue and then released the demon lord from his mouth.

Once more he blew on it and then crawled forward again to sit on Ghirahim's belly.

»Did you like that, my dear?«

A nod from the demon was the answer, on whose cheek was a light pinkish shadow.

»Then I think you'll like this now, too.«

Link grinned slyly. Again he slid his hands over Ghirahim's body, scratching here and there over the chest. He then took his left hand from the steely body and brought two fingers to his lips. Licked over them and wetted the fingers with saliva. Again and again his tongue passed around the index and middle finger, wetting them sufficiently. Never did he take his eyes off Ghirahim.

When the fingers were finally moistened, he leaned forward until he was already almost touching Ghirahim's chest with his own.

»Now pay close attention.«

Link urged and kissed him, already moaning into the kiss, for his fingers were at his abdomen, circling his entrance. With a jerk, the fingers were inside him. The familiar pain almost took his breath away and he reluctantly broke the kiss to gasp for air. Blushes of arousal could be seen on his cheeks, but the eyes of his lover clouded with lust were worth the experience.

The pain that coursed through him took his breath away. However, he then felt Ghirahim's hand on his own cock, gripping it hard. Controlled, Link inhaled and exhaled again, then looked at the man lying under him.

»Aren't I moving fast enough?«

»I thought I'd give you a hand so you wouldn't say, you had to do all the work later.«

The sword spirit replied almost tonelessly. Up and down he moved his hand, while the other found its way to Link's hand, almost prancing, and pressed into the hole next to his finger. Link groaned as a third finger dug into his ass.

»You okay?«

Ghirahim had sat up, and rested his head against Link's. Slowly, he withdrew his single finger from Link's whole only to slide it back in. With that, he also pushed the blond's immobile fingers further into him.

At first Link couldn't answer, he was too caught up in his emotions.

»What does it look like?«

The blond didn't know if he should allow this exact position. Something inside him resisted taking away Ghirahim's dominance. However, Ghirahim had to let him have his fun for once as well.

Soon Ghirahim pulled his and Link's fingers out of the younger man's ass. He replaced them with his cock which drilled into the youth urgently.

He paused only for a moment before pressing Link closer to him, he moved smoothly yet deeply into the body, holding the blond's hands behind his back with his free hand in a vice grip.

Link groaned as this stretched his back even further backwards, allowing Ghirahim to penetrate him deeper. He put the other leg on the floor as well and kept pushing his abdomen back in rhythm, moving against the demon lord again and again. His breathing came now in bursts, and he felt the heat in his body increasing.

»Come for me!«

Ghirahim whispered in his ear, gripping his dripping cock a little tighter and very slowly driving his hand up the length. His thumb circled the tip, only to stroke back down agonizingly slowly. Link kept asking him to move faster and harder. He wanted to keep this feeling going.

»You're mine, Skychild!«

Link let out a scream and spilled his juice into the other's hand, his body twitching and barely moments later he felt Ghirahim come as well. Breathing heavily, he slumped forward into the arms of the demon lord. Ghirahim let go of his wrists. The world spun around him, but he enjoyed the feeling of simply being with the other. Gentle hands ran through his blond hair, brushing it out of his sweaty forehead.

»You won't get rid of me.«

A promise that Link was only too happy to believe. And then the moment shattered.

A scream rang out across the platform that Hylia Statue's hands formed.

»LINK!?«