Author's Notes :: Here it is...the fourth chapter. Sorry for the length of time in getting this out but well it's worth it I think for all of those who were looking forward to the Dark Link x Link action....

Also this chapter is in our favorite Dark Hero's Point of View!! READ AND REVIEW!!!

~Kassie

He had not a clue how bad his day had yet to get.

Finally. That damn bard was out of the way and I'd retrieved my pet. The fear in his eyes only made him that much more attractive. He thrashed about a bit, but I had a grip on his hair that wasn't about to be broken. I threw him down on the ground, moving swiftly over to slam him back down by the shoulders when he tried to get to his feet. "We did this before, pretty," I murmured in his ear, thrilling at each repulsed shudder that went down his spine. The fear was almost intoxicating...oh, who was I kidding? It was a drug. "You're not getting away, this time."

He glared up at me as I sat down on his legs, spitting into my face. "What'd you do, kill him?" he snarled, those beautiful blue eyes burning. "Disgusting bastard," he snarled further.

I smirked at him. I couldn't help it...he was so naive. I was keeping the bard for later. Purely for...entertainment. I wanted to hear THOSE screams for an entirely different reason. Link was...my pet. Sheik was...a toy. I planned on keeping Link around for return visits, broken and submissive...

Apparently patience was a virtue I did possess. How about that?

I couldn't help reaching out to drag a few strands of his hair from his face before I answered. The widening in his eyes and the more desperate struggles told me that I was on the right track, that I would be able to finish what I'd started inside the Water Temple before that damn bard had shown up. His body knew what his conscious mind wouldn't admit...and I KNEW it would respond with all the truth he lacked. "He's not dead," I said, suddenly weary of his furious stares and growled accusations. "Please...if I wanted either of you dead, don't you think you'd already be rotting somewhere on the Hylian plain?" I crowed inwardly at the sudden intake of breath as I ground against his body.

I leaned forward to whisper in his ear again. "I've been watching you...from within..." I pulled the knife free from my boot, trailing the tip of the blade around his throat. I could smell his fear...it was such a rush. The low growl I heard suddenly sounded more like a purr, and it took a moment to realize it was coming from my own throat. "I want to hear you scream again, my pet...scream for me..." and once more I sliced his tunic open, eyes taking in the perfection beneath. Oh yes...definitely keeping this one for my personal use...Ganon's orders be damned, this one was mine.

I ran my hands over the bandages of the wounds I had caused just a few short days ago and took pleasure in ripping the gauze padding off, hearing his sharp intake of breath and then hiss of breath as half of them had bled and stuck to the bandages causing a new flow of blood to start. I bent my head and licked a trail of it off the center of his chest, the metallic taste of it heavy like a drug in my mouth and smiled down at him. He stared at me in horror and I guess that he saw the blood covering my lips. His blood. His struggles increased ten fold nearly unseating me at some point and I had to backhand that pretty face. His head snapped to the side his eyes glazed from the force of the blow. But being the Hero of Time that he is, he quickly recovered. Good, I like it when they fight back.

I leaned into to kiss his parted lips and he tried to jerk his head to the side but I still had a grip in his hair. I let him taste the salty sweetness of himself in my mouth. I could almost sense his revulsion and yet his body ground back into mine. His mind might hate me but his body was a fast learner as to who it's master was.

I ran my other hand down his side, already slick with blood and the water he just came out of. He skin was cold to the touch - out of fear and pain and the coldness of Lake Hylia - but I was sure I could soon warm it with my hands and mouth. I needed to free up my hands and I needed to get that damn sword out of it's sheath and out of the way before he remembered he had it.

I used my hand again to run up his side and almost lost my concentration as he shuddered against me. Damn but his fear was intoxicating, almost enough to overwhelm me and make me take him before I had planned. But I had waited FAR to long to be in his body and had planned it out and so would take my time, drawing out the pain, the pleasure until his mind broke to me and he couldn't tell where one began and the other ended. Until they blended beautifully and he truly became mine. He was already mine though he didn't know it yet. I would was more than eager to teach him.

I slid the sword out of it's sheath and grinned at his predictable struggles as it left it's master. The Master Sword...maybe I would take it with me when I went. A sword with that name fit my personality I think. "Damn you bastard, kill me and have it over with!!!" Such passion. Such defiance. It just made him more beautiful to me.

I looked down at him turning the blade over and over in my hands and then looked at him, "If I kill you then what would happen to your precious Hyrule? I may grant your request later pet but for now, I don't want a corpse."

I tossed the sword out of reach and like before took his weapons tossing them off to the side. The only one allowed the toys for this game was to be me. I had prepared to see him this time bringing ropes to bind him and this time I had a tree to bind him too right next to us. I quickly bound his struggling hands, the ropes quickly rubbing the scabs from the wounds on his wrist raw as he fought his constrictions.

I laughed coldly delighting in his struggles. I loved his defiance of me. I hoped he retained it everytime I took him. I wanted to see the hatred in his eyes as I plunged into his unwilling body. I wanted to taste his pain as I pounded us both into a beautifully pain filled climax.

He growled at me as I cut the fabric of his tights away again, trying to kick out at me as I ran a hand back up his bare leg. I smirked at the bandages and saw the fear enter his gaze as I looked up at him before pulling those off too. His scream was gratifying as the wounds on his thighs stared slowly seeping blood again. I bent my head to them lapping up the salty liquid, letting it slide down my throat. "Fuck...let me go then you bastard...don't--"

"You aren't going to beg for me already are you? I've already told you...you aren't going anywhere for now. I want you around to play with you my pet." He just glared up at me, but I could feel the tremble through his body. I laughed again and I could see him gritting his teeth.

And I laughed as my hand ghosted over his erection. That part of his body twitched aching for the touch it knew so well...my touch. I after all had been a part of him for so long. His body instinctively knew me. It desired to be one with me, even if it's owner didn't know it. I rub more firmly up his length my thumb rolling the moisture at the tip on my fingers before running it's stickyness back down his erection. His breath again hissed through his teeth this time for an entirely different reason as his body arched into my hand thrusting. Unconciously seeking more of the pleasure, the pain only I could give him.

I let my hot breath ghost over his length and looked up into his heated gaze, full of hatred, for me and for himself, as I let my tongue touch the tip of his length. His struggles were growing slugish as the cold and blood loss sapped his strength from his body. I laughed as his eyes closed, a curse coming from those sweet lips as I lowered my head taking the weight of him in my mouth. My hands brushed the wounds on his thighs creating a throbbing pain there and he yelped almost screaming for me again.

"Don't worry pet...you'll be screaming for me soon enough - Only you'll be screaming for more."

"Fuck you, just get it over with you Dark Bastard!!" he growled.

"I don't think so, I want you to remember this. When I leave you're bleeding body here this time, I want to be the one you remember when you close your eyes. When you dream at night, it's my hands that will bring you pain and pleasure." My words inflamed his struggles again and he howled in pain as I squeezed one of the wounds on his thighs causing the blood to run in a steady rivulet down his pale thigh. "That's it, scream for me..." and I took his length in my mouth continuing to squeeze the wound slowly as my ran my teeth lightly along the ridge at the head of his erection. My tongue flicked out gathering the moisture that had again gathered there a different taste from his blood but still salty sweet.

His breathing became ragged and he tossed his head from side to side as pain and pleasure over took his mind. Perfect - and I swallowed his length in my mouth. His hoarse shout as his body arched off the ground only held down by his restrained arms was all I could have hoped for. It was his body's response. I knew that if he had been in control that wouldn't have happened. The loss of blood, the cold seeping into his mind and the mix of pain and pleasure driving out all coherent thought and leaving only instinct.

It gave me pleasure to know that I was the first to touch him at all. I knew his body as well as he did. I worshiped it as it should be. I left my marks as a reminder and a warning to anyone who tried to take what was mine when I was away. No one touched what was mine and lived very long...not even that Bard. Eventually his time would come too.

He gasped again as my mouth worked him, one of my hands wrapped around the part of his erection I couldn't reach with my mouth, pumping him in slow time with my mouth's rythm. His breathing was ragged and he was grasping the ropes that bound him to the tree tightly, but those beatiful eyes never left me or what I was doing. I returned his gaze, possesing him with my eyes as my tongue wrapped around him. I could almost feel his words, "Damn you..."

I laughed, the low humming of it vibrating against him making him stiffen and bite his lip. A moan perhaps? I squeezed his thigh again - a warning - and he screamed at the pain. "Don't hide your reactions from me pet, I want to hear you moan sweetly for me too."

"Fuck off bastard..." he managed to grit out. I was pleased that he still had the spirit to resist the pleasure, pain and weakness I knew he felt. I felt my own erection hot and heavy, held against my body by the ground and my tights, the friction of it almost unbearable.

I continued to stroke him slowly with my mouth as my other hand gathered the blood on his thight. The perfect lubricant. I brought my crimson fingers up to his entrance teasing the quivering muscle there lightly and I felt him tighten up in reflex. "Relax unless you want this to also hurt pet..."

"Like you fucking care..." he ground out around clenched teeth.

I shrugged, he was right ofcourse. The balance of pleasure and pain could be achieved many ways. If he wanted one over the other who was I to argue.

I shoved one finger inside of his tight passage and smiled at his hiss of pain. I continued to suck on his length and he bit back another groan earning him a vicious twist of that finger. "Don't hide you're reactions from me...I want to hear you moan for me as much I as I want to hear your screams of pain." I licked up the underside of his erection as my finger began to slide in and out of that tight heat slowly making the Hero of Time whimper and thrash weakly. Though from pleasure or pain I don't think even he knew anymore.

All to soon he was pumping his hips in time to my mouth trying to drive his erection deeper down my throat as I pushed another finger into him and he hissed in pain. Wasn't instinct a wonderful thing. The Hero of Time reduced to this mindless mass of pleasure and pain. It was intoxicating the power I held over his body at that moment. I would eventually possess him body and soul...and mind. But all things come in time I suppose. Heh, there goes that patience I never knew I had again.

I pumped the two fingers into him slowly as I let his virgin passage adjust to them, before inserting a third and by his intake of breath I knew he was in pain. I didn't care his gasps had driven me beyond the point of caring. I drove the fingers into him, knowing they were slick with blood from the inside as well now, but when I finally curved my fingers and hit that spot deep inside of him - he did scream.

He screamed again and again in pleasure as I prodded his prostrate over and over my mouth creating delicious suction on his erection. I could almost feel how his sac tighten right below his length and the rush of fluid to the tip.

And then with a final deep thrust of my fingers, he came.

His lower body lifted off the ground and I swallowed him whole. My throat convulsed around him as he poured himself into my waiting mouth. I loved every minute of it. He tasted like a bitter sweet wine.

His screams seemed to last forever as I sucked on his softening erection, it's oversensitive flesh making him thrash as I ran my tongue over it.

Finally I lifted my head and held his half shut eyes with my crimson gaze.

"Don't worry pet," I licked my lips gathering the little bit of his come that had dripped from my mouth, "we were just getting started.."