IMPORTANT A/N: This chapter took me a tremendous amount of time to complete since I was forced to create many of my own theories on Nameks. I don't want any bullshit about my theories. If you find me proof that they're wrong, I'll change them. But you can't find me solid proof, because I've spent MONTHS looking for it.
Ganondorf's personal chambers were magnificent; he was the richest in the country besides the King of Hyrule himself. Every detail was intricate; every jewel was perfectly cut; the cloth was the finest of its kind, and the wood was of the most beautiful trees in Hyrule. But hidden away from view in the gorgeous dressers and cabinets, were the less exquisite things. He had sentimental belongings just like any man, and he spent most of his alone time fiddling with the objects that he found impossible to throw away. One of these was a stuffed rabbit.
The King of Gerudos slept with as many women as he wanted, it was his duty to impregnate them so the population could continue. Ganondorf's mother had been a poor Gerudo woman, and just because she had gotten pregnant with the King's children twice didn't mean she got moved up to a better lifestyle. Her first child was a female, and the second time around each of the Gerudo doctors who checked on her thought the baby would be a female as well; it was unlikely for her to have the Gerudo male child. When he was born, his mother and sister were alone, and despite the fact that he was the Gerudo male, they kept him and raised him until he was five, when hundreds of Gerudos poured into his small home and murdered his mother before his eyes. They took him to the King, and he was allowed to bring with him one item. Ganondorf had chosen his stuffed rabbit that he had slept with since his first night alive.
Even today Ganondorf remembered the sight of his mother's death as if it had occurred very recently. Ganondorf thought the reason he had not gotten a single Gerudo pregnant was because every time he looked at one of the women he remembered his mother's screams. He could not consider himself homosexual, because it would shame his race for the king to be with Hylian men. When Piccolo arrived, and Ganondorf first learned he was both male and female, he was immediately interested in meeting the Namek. So he put on his pleasant face and discovered that Piccolo was what he had been looking for in a mate for decades. And the fact that Piccolo tried everything to distance himself was even more wonderful. Everything about Piccolo, from his green skin to his cold heart was perfect. Ganondorf worshipped him, but received nothing in return.
As Ganondorf sat on his bed, thinking over all of this, turning the rabbit in his massive hands, his bedroom door opened and a sobbing woman fell in, clawing at her face, which was moist with tears.
"Piccolo's worse, Sir!" she whimpered through her sobs.
Ganondorf glanced up at her, hiding the fear in his eyes. "What has Daelistar said? Has she given a reason for his condition?"
"She's down there with him now, Your Highness. She says that... his body is like a plant's and... it needs sunlight to survive. She is talking about chlorophyll and photosynthesis... but I don't understand any of what that means. He's dying, Master. Without sunlight he will wither like a flower," the Gerudo replied, hysterical.
Dying...
"Why not take him away from the castle? The last time we brought him into Hyrule he got better. Why doesn't she think of doing that?" Ganondorf questioned.
"It's storming badly, Sir. There is no sunlight. She brought him out there in hopes that it would clear up, but it's only gotten worse. Now she wants to bring him back to the castle, but Piccolo refuses. I just got a look at him, Sir...he looks horrible. He has turned an ugly brown color, and his skin is all wrinkled. You can see all of the bones in his body- his muscles are gone. He looks like a monster!" she wailed.
"I will go carry him in," Ganondorf said, getting to his feet and discarding the rabbit on the bed.
"No, Sir! Don't go down there! Don't look at him, it will break your heart..." the Gerudo howled.
Ganondorf sat back on his bed, running fingers through his brilliant orange hair. His thoughts were clouded by the violent sobs coming from his servant. "Leave him there."
"WHAT?" screamed the Gerudo, clinging to the doorway for support.
"Give my orders to Daelistar. Piccolo will be left outside," Ganondorf demanded.
"You can't leave him!" she roared.
"Do not question my orders, girl. Tell Daelistar to leave him wherever she has brought him. If she refuses tell her if I have to come down there I will kill her," Ganondorf snarled.
The Gerudo looked horrified. She reluctantly nodded and pulled herself to her feet. Bowing, she left the room.
Ganondorf took a deep breath and sat on his bed heavily, letting a single tear flow down his cheek. He had not cried once since the day his mother died.
ooooooooooooooooo
Piccolo was angry, certainly, and weaker than he had ever been. He felt a strange pain in his stomach that he had never experienced, far worse than the other pains he felt. It was a sense of emptiness, a sense of something sucked dry. Each grain of energy, like sand through an hourglass, was falling away quickly, and he had felt this way since coming to Ganondorf's castle.
The sun...
The lack of sunlight in his new home was destroying him. He only realized this a few months ago, after recovering following his last trip outside the castle. Never before had he been deprived of sunlight, and probably neither had any other Namek alive today. That was why no one had taught him that darkness was dangerous. If he had known, he would have told Ganondorf. But for the past months he hadn't seen Ganondorf, and he somehow felt more alone than he had been ever before. It added to his pain, this sense of loneliness. He couldn't explain it; it was as foreign as the pain in his gut.
He could not believe Ganondorf was leaving him outside to die. It was exactly how a mind like Ganondorf's would think. It was the most degrading death a Namek could imagine- dying in a field, emaciated and thinking destructive thoughts. Piccolo had always wanted to die in battle. And here he lay, in a field in another world, all of his companions with no idea where he was and that he was going to rot away. Where are they, can't they sense my power-
Piccolo opened his eyes quickly, shocked. The gray clouds above had disappeared while he lay oblivious. Bright sunlight poured down, strong against his body. He was confused...clouds don't clear up that fast....
oooooooooooooooo
It did break his heart.
Ganondorf held Piccolo's wet body close to his chest as he snuck the sleeping Namek up the several flights of stairs to his chambers. The Namek's skin was moist from the rain, also wrinkled and flaking, but there was a healthy green tinge in his face. He realized that Piccolo's skin had not been so green since the first few days Piccolo had been in the castle. Sunlight was necessary for a Namek, Daelistar had been right. She always was.
Ganondorf took special care in opening and shutting his bedroom doors; he was well aware of how loudly they creaked. At first Ganondorf headed for the bed, but he changed his mind and turned towards the bathroom. He had previously filled the gigantic marble tub with boiling water for his own bath, and it had cooled down as he made his secret trip for Piccolo, but it was still hot.
As Ganondorf placed Piccolo's limb body into the tub, the Namek writhed in protest. The Gerudo King struggled with him, and eventually managed to settled him into the water. Piccolo remained sound asleep, and was snoring slightly. A smile touched at the corner's of Ganondorf's lips as he removed Piccolo's clothes under the water, which was already quite muddy.
Ganondorf placed the soaked clothes beside the marble sink, sure that one of his Gerudos would take them to be washed in the morning. He took a towel from the box by the tub, and dried off his mucky arms. The towel was dark with grime when he considered himself cleaned and he tossed it beside Piccolo's clothes. Sighing heavily in fatigue, Ganondorf took an emerald towel from the box and set it on the ground, ready to dry Piccolo.
Seated on the tile bathroom floor, his knees drawn up to his chest, Ganondorf watched Piccolo sleeping in his tub with immense fondness in his amber eyes. It took Ganondorf an incredible amount of will power to refrain from touching Piccolo with the sensuality that he wanted to. But he realized the Namek was helpless, and out of respect kept his hands to himself.
Piccolo's snores, which could barely be heard, were steady and relaxing, like the sound of a lullaby. The mellifluous hum eased Ganondorf's worries. "He will survive," he reassured himself, leaning against the tub to support his weight as he closed his eyes and dipped his fingertips into the hot water.
In his deep slumber, Ganondorf found himself dreaming of Piccolo. He woke some time later, and the memories of the dreams had slipped away. The bathroom was completely silent, he realized a moment or two after arousing, and he quickly turned towards the tub, fear clutching his pounding heart. But Piccolo was fine, his snores had stopped during their naps, but he was still fine and breathing.
Ganondorf lifted Piccolo from the tub and carried him back into the elaborate main room of his chambers. He stepped onto the dais on which stood his magnificent canopy bed and dumped Piccolo onto the black blankets and quilts, all embroidered with impressive detail in brilliant colors. When he realized what he had seen, the covers were already up. His jaw dropped.
He threw back the covers, his amber eyes full of shock.
"Piccolo, why didn't you tell me?" Ganondorf cried.
The Namek grunted and rolled onto his side in his sleep. Thick red eyebrows furrowed, Ganondorf climbed into bed beside Piccolo and ran his fingers between Piccolo's legs under the blankets. His observations had been correct...First, Ganondorf's fingers closed around a familiar shaft, exactly what he had expected on Piccolo. But just beyond that Ganondorf felt a moist slit. It was familiar only from the experiments he had done on the harem he had received as a teenager. Ganondorf slid his fingers into the opening, stroking the wet, squishy flesh on the inside. Preventing him from continuing him further into the opening was a thin layer of tissue, more durable that normal skin, and very slick to the touch. A cavity like this belonged between the ample thighs of a woman. Ganondorf chuckled. Piccolo was writhing blissfully in his sleep, relishing the stroke of Ganondorf's thick fingers inside his vagina.
"You can't lie to me anymore, Piccolo. I know your secrets, now," Ganondorf laughed, removing his fingers, now caked with cum and licking the thick liquid from his flesh, savoring the flavor of Piccolo on his tongue.
Ganondorf pulled the blankets over the both of them and snuggled into Piccolo's curves. He felt an erection bulging in his tight suit, but ignored it with considerable determination. His lips pressed against Piccolo's vulnerable emerald skin connecting his large, pointed ear to his skull and whispered, "I know you can hear me, Piccolo. So I'm going to tell you why I've rescued you. I think you already know that I love you. I haven't loved anyone since I was a toddler. I am glad you came to me from Earth. And I don't only keep you with me to capture your friends. In fact, they no longer matter to me. I just want you," Ganondorf declared.
Piccolo turned so that his face was practically touching Ganondorf's. He was wide awake, his eyes fully opened, and his antennae standing rigid in the air. There was an unbelievable level of understanding during that silent moment. The passion in their eyes spoke everything. After all was silently said, Ganondorf cupped Piccolo's face with a giant's hand and pressed his lips against the Namek's mouth.
The kiss barely lasted a second before Piccolo pulled away and said in reply to Ganondorf's confession, "I owe you my life."
"You owe me nothing, Piccolo. Except for a kiss. I expect better than that, I would barely consider it osculating," Ganondorf said slyly.
Piccolo grinned and wrapped a hand around Ganondorf's neck, pulling him down, and pressing their lips together. He was a novice, Ganondorf an expert. The Gerudo King parted Piccolo's lips with his moist tongue. Their tongues caressed roughly while their lips wrapped around the other's, fighting for domination.
Of all of the things that had happened to Piccolo this month, this was, by far, the most incredible. It was more unusual than starving or being as weak as an infant. He was more shocked than when he had woken in the rubble, covered in scratches. This was more sudden that the attack of Gerudos. And it felt more pleasing than all of his happiest moments collected.
A heat rose from Piccolo's loins up to his chest where it burned in his heart. Pulling away from this moment seemed ridiculous, but he could barely breathe. Ganondorf was finally the one to breach their contact, by dragging his wet lips across Piccolo's cheek and sucking on his sore neck. Piccolo was flipped onto his back as he ran his fingers through Ganondorf's long orange hair, digging his nails into Ganondorf's flesh.
It was only then Piccolo realized he was nude. Ganondorf's armor, covered in spikes, was tearing into his already shrunken body. Blood stained the black sheets, it was impossible to see, but Piccolo felt it pooling around him. He ran his tongue down Ganondorf's cheek one last time before pushing the larger man off and ripping off the blankets to check his wounds in the dim candlelight.
When they were cuddled together again, both were wearing pajamas. Piccolo wore what must have been Ganondorf's pair as a teenager, because it nearly fit him. Both were of silk, and it felt incredible against Piccolo's slowly healing skin. The two men were so exhausted that another romp like the previous one might just kill the both of them, so they were simply sleeping in each other's arms. But Piccolo would have to admit, it would be even better than dying in battle.