I'm Back!
Poe: took you long enough….
Me: it couldn't be helped. I was so busy with finals and all… and I'll admit I was really not in the mood to write. But then, two days ago I was suddenly struck with motivation and tadaa! A new chapter!
Though I'm a tad surprised at the response to chapter four. I would have thought the audience would have reacted like that for chapter three, not four… but I guess Link's love life is more important then Dark Link's health.
Dark Link: bunch of weirdos... anyway, I'll give the regular disclaimer. There's language, eventually mansex, violence, that type of stuff. The author only owns Yuki and Rikuo, but no one else. Understood? Good.
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"Jeez… don't scare me like that," said Link bitterly. Dark Link shrugged, swinging his chair so his body faced towards the dance floor and his arms rested on the bar. He wore tight fitting pants that were as black as midnight. In contrast, he wore a loose belly shirt that came just above his belly-button. The shirt was also black with sheer sleeves that rippled with every movement of the man's arm, the intricate embroidery an iridescent red. Link felt rather chagrined in his simple outfit.
"Scare you? How would I do that? You knew I was waiting for you," Dark Link pointed out, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes. Link gave him a small glare. "Yes, well I'm a little jumpy, thank you very much."
"Jumpy? Don't tell me you've never been to a dance club detective."
"I've been to dance clubs, just not ones like… like this!" said Link, emphasizing his point with a wave of his arm. Dark Link smirked. "Ah, so you're a small town cop?"
"…That obvious?"
"Indeed."
"Whatever…" Link muttered, looking up and down the bar. He was particularly thirsty, but had no idea what to buy. There was no menu or sign or anything. "Thirsty?"
Startled, Link replied, "Yeah, a little. Where the hell does one find a menu in this hole in the wall?"
"Menu? Please detective, this is a bar, not a fancy restaurant. If you want a drink, you simply ask for one."
"But how am I supposed to know what they have?"
"…do you not have a particular drink that you prefer?" Dark Link asked, giving the young man a puzzled look. Link could feel his face grow warm. "Well… no, not really."
Dark Link smirked before sitting back to contemplate this response, his arms crossed and a hand rested on his mouth, his index finger just under his nose. Link could feel himself smiling at the gesture. Sheik did that often when he thought about things. He had always thought it was rather cute. Wait… did he just associate this guy with the word cute! His face reddened slightly, but luckily not enough to be noticed in the club.
Without warning, Dark Link spun his stool so he faced the bar and called to the bartender. The man (or at least, what Link thought was a man. It was hard to tell since the bartender wore such heavy makeup) rushed over. "Yeah? What you want?"
"I think I'll have a 'Throw Me Down and Fuck Me', and a 'Finger Me Good' for my friend here," said Dark Link casually. If Link had had his drink at that point, he would have spit it out right then and there. "You're getting a what!"
"Hm? Well you said you didn't have a particular favorite, so I thought I'd order for you," Dark Link explained innocently, his eyes glinting with mischief. Link just stared at him, his mouth wide open. "I said I wanted a Drink! Not a… 'Fuck me Good' or whatever it is!"
"Sir, it's a 'Finger Me Good' and it's a good drink. Though, I prefer 'Cowboy Cocksuckers' myself."
"Wait… those are Drinks!"
"But of course. What did you think we were talking about?" Dark Link asked, unable to keep the laughter from his voice. The detective's face turned deep scarlet as he looked away. What the hell had he gotten himself into? "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
"Perhaps."
"…Bastard."
"Why thank you. Now if you don't mind, shall we move on to another topic?" asked Dark Link. Link continued to pout, but shrugged. "Fine then. What do you want to talk about?"
"Well, I suppose we could start with you. Why don't you tell me about yourself?"
From that point on, things went fairly smoothly. While at first he was hesitant, Link soon simmered down and went on about his hometown and his old job. When their drinks arrived, Link picked up the "Finger Me Good' and while it had an absolutely horrid name (in his opinion), it was actually quite good. It was a tad strong for him though, so Dark Link convinced him to try switching drinks. While the thought that some would consider it an indirect kiss did cross his mind, he decided to ignore it. The "Throw Me Down and Fuck Me" was a tad lighter, so he stuck with that one.
The two continued to talk, mostly about Link. He talked about his childhood, his family, his town, everything really. Well, except Sheik. That subject certainly wasn't first date appropriate. Besides that though, he talked about everything. There were times when he would ask Dark Link about his family or whatnot, but the man always gave an uncaring shrug and said something along the lines of "it isn't important" or "you don't want to hear about that." But, in all honesty, he did. He wanted to know more, and it wasn't because he was a cop. He was genuinely curious. But, he had his own secrets, so he never pushed on the subject.
Things weren't completely innocent though. There were certainly some flirtatious remarks, but they weren't very lewd. The officer had heard worse on the streets walking home. Besides, a couple times Link caught himself flirting back. It was… fun.
The only problem was that damned logical part of his brain. It was constantly yelling at him, saying that it was the "Throw Me Down and Fuck Me" that was talking, not him. Somehow though, he managed to drown that part out. He knew he was being foolish and he didn't need his conscious to bug him even more about it. 'I mean, really,' he thought to himself, 'what could be so bad about a little flirting here or there? Ok, a lot, but still…'
He shook his head, kicking that thought out. He didn't like were it was going. "Something wrong?"
"Wha… oh no, it's nothing," Link stammered, taking a sip of his drink. The figure smirked at him, stretching a little before asking, "Would you like a refill on your 'Throw Me Down and Fuck Me?'"
"You are having far too much fun with the drink names."
"Yes I am. That aside, would you like something else? Maybe a 'Screaming Multiple Orgasms on the Beach'?"
"…You have got to be kidding."
"Why would I kid? It's really quite good." Link shook his head while rolling his eyes. "No thanks. I have to drive and it wouldn't be a good idea for a cop to drive drunk."
"I suppose I could drive you home." Dark Link grinned smugly as Link felt his face flush. "No, that's quite alright. I'll just pass on the 'screaming orgasms.'"
"Too bad. I'm really very good at giving those you know…" Dark Link purred, his face mere inches from the detectives.
That's when the alarms finally went off in his head. This was not a good idea anymore. And to make manners worse, that rather annoying part of his brain had to sit there (if a brain could sit) telling him, 'I told you so'.
"No, that's q-quite alright, really. I think I'll pa--" his sentence was instantly interrupted by rather possessive lips. Link could only blink, his mind going blank as Dark Link kissed him. It was sort of… pleasant. Heck, it was really nice…
Oh Lord. Fuck!
Link tried to move away, his hands pushing against the figures chest. And a rather firm chest at that… damn it, no. Now was not the time to get distracted. He tried to move his head, but Dark Link already had his face captured in his rough callused fingers. The rough texture was actually a turn on for Link. Calluses meant a guy who worked hard at what he did. The fact that this guy had one of his weaknesses was not a good sign.
All his struggles were for not as his body soon fought against him, his body relaxing into the wonderful sensation of warmth on his lips. He could feel Dark Link smile gently, teasing Links lower lip mercilessly, sucking on it with care. The detective no longer felt any possessiveness in the kiss. Only care, tenderness, and skill. It was amazing to think this was the same guy who had thrown him to the ground a couple days earlier.
Without realizing it, Link found himself moaning softly as the man's velvety tongue bypassed his lips and softly caressed the inside of his entrance. All thoughts of the past or future were beyond him; his brain gave up on him and promptly shut down with a "humph", letting his emotions take over. He snaked his fingers up and into Dark Link's hair, pulling the warmth closer as the figure wrapped an arm around and pulled him closer as well. The thief greedily devoured the officer's mouth, tasting him as he ran his tongue along the other's, prompting Link to kiss back. He hesitated for no more then a second before he moved to join in the action….
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"
Link practically jumped out of his skin as the racket of what sounded like a beeper broke the daze that had come over him. Dark Link froze before pulling out of the detective's mouth ruefully. "Damn, 2 o'clock already… I'm afraid this is where I say good bye."
"…" Link just blinked up at him, his breath heavy. He hadn't really noticed till now just how out of breath he was, and in his current daze it was quite the accomplishment that he was able to figure it out at all. Maybe he could even get some words out. "Where…?"
"I'd tell you except then I'd have to kill you, and that would be a waste, no?" chuckled Dark Link, running his fingers down the flushed man's face intimately before giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead and turning to leave.
Link just sat and watched him go. He couldn't believe it. That whole thing had just been so… well words really couldn't capture how it was. It just was.
At that moment, he was no longer a cop; Dark Link was no longer a thief. At that moment, he was just some lovesick fool.
Wait… love?
He frowned and that rather annoying voice in his head was back and with a vengeance as it yelled at him. And it was right. But he just didn't have the ability to care at that moment.
"Bartender, give me a 'Boys are Stupid.'"
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"Hey Link, you ok? You look like a wreck," commented Rikuo, looking over Link's shoulder at the files the man was trying to work on. He rolled his eyes. "Please, I've had enough with Yuki worrying about me 24/7. Don't you start too."
"I'm not talking that kind of wreck. You look like someone who did something stupid."
"…Since when are you so observant?"
"That's beside the point. You want to talk about it?"
"Not particularly. I don't like thinking about it, let alone talking," said Link, typing at his keyboard with new zeal. He really hoped the subject could be dropped. The morning after his "date" he had had a slight hangover, but not enough (sadly) to let him forget what he did.
For the love of God, he made out with Dark Link! Dark Link!
"Come on. You brake up with your boyfriend or something?"
"What the hell makes you think I would have a boyfriend!"
"I don't know. Let's just say you give off a queer impression," Rikuo replied with a shrug. A rather annoyed look crossed Link's face. Great, just great. As if things weren't bad enough, it would seem he also gave the impression of being queer. God, somebody just shoot him already…
"Rikuo! For Pete's sake, would you stop slacking off!" yelled Yuki as he stomped over, thrusting his finger into Rikuo's chest as the man puts his hands up like a criminal caught in the act. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Jeez, can't a guy get a break?"
"Yes, but not one every five minutes!"
"Don't be like that, love. It's more like every fifteen…"
"Rikuo!" Yuki glared at the man angrily, his eyes silted. His lover merely smirked sheepishly, saying, "Alright, calm down cutie. I'll get back to work. But you know, I might be more motivated if you promised me some fun tonight…"
"Rikuo!" cried Yuki as his face turned beet red. Link would have laughed to himself if he hadn't been in such a bad mood. Rikuo grinned and gave the cutie a chaste kiss on the top of his head. "Besides, I had to check on the kid. Turns out he dumped his boyfriend."
"I did NOT dump anyone!" Link retaliated, slamming his palms against the table. This only made Rikuo's grin widen. "Is that so lover boy? Then were you the one dumped?"
"NO! No one dumped anyone!"
"Then what are you moping about?" inquired Yuki. Rolling his eyes, Link replied, "Nothing! I'm not moping damn it."
"Yeah you are."
"No, I'm not Rikuo."
"Are so."
"Are not!"
"It's 'am not', and honestly Link, you are moping. You haven't even finished a quarter of your work and it's almost two. It's not like you in the least," Yuki corrected, his arms crossed in front of him as he leaned against the desk. Link felt himself gulp. He knew that look. That look told him that Yuki was determined and once he had his mind set, there was nothing you could do to brush him off. "I… I just had a bad date on Friday, ok?"
"Oh? Like a blind date or something?"
"Kinda, except I had seen the guy before. He asked me out and, I don't know, I decided 'what the heck' and went." Link explained as he ceased to type at the computer. He couldn't think about business at that moment. "So I went and, well…"
"Well?" Rikuo asked curiously. Link chewed on his lip anxiously. "Well, it was a nice date."
Yuki's brows furrowed as he looked Link over oddly. "It was a nice date? Then why on earth are you in such a piss-poor mood?" Link thought a moment, trying to figure out a way to explain it without giving away the fact he made out with the guy on the most wanted poster. "Um… well it's just that… uh… I-I just… it was a guy."
"Hah! So I was right. You do have a boyfriend," teased Rikuo. Link nodded. That was the best excuse he could come up with. It was then that Yuki spoke up, saying, "So that's why you're all upset? Because you're dating a guy?"
"Hey, unlike you two, I'm not exactly used to this whole gay thing, alright? Not to mention, we're not dating. It was one date, and it's going to stay that way," lied Link. Well, he wasn't completely lying. It was true that he didn't plan on going out with Dark Link again. No goddamn way was he doing that again. Nope. Never again…
"How come? You said yourself it was a nice date. Why not do it again? You can't let the fact that he's a guy throw you off," Rikuo pointed out. Pursing his lips, Link replied, "I just… I don't know how to explain. When I was with him, it was fun and all, but then things suddenly changed and I felt sort of… out of control I guess."
"Why, did he kiss you or something?" Rikuo asked. Link nodded sullenly. "Yeah. And the scary thing is I didn't even try to stop him. Things were going so fast, but I couldn't stop it. Hell, I'm not sure I wanted to stop it…" Where the hell was all this coming from? He hadn't ever thought of this stuff, but yet he wasn't lying either. Yuki's eyes softened as he smiled gently at the man.
"Link… are you in lo--"
"NO! I'm not damn it! I was just drunk, that's all. I swear it was that damnable 'Throw me down'... Damn it!" Link swore angrily. Yuki and Rikuo were taken aback, startled by the sudden outbreak. The whole floor of the office grew quiet as well and stared at the odd threesome, making Link even redder in the face. This was so stupid! If only he had shot that bastard when he had the chance.
'Goddamn you Dark Link…'
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Me:Is laughing her butt off:
Poe: um, sorry about her. She just found the drink names a real laugh.
Me: They're actual names of alcoholic drinks! Who'd have thunk it!
Poe: no really, they are. She found this site that has tons of different drinks and those were only a few. But there are others that are just as bad.
Me: however, I haven't ever tried any of them, so I just guessed on their strength and stuff. anyway, hope you guys like.
Oh! And um, I should warn you, there won't be any of "that" :coughMansexcough: for a few more chapters. Please don't kill me! I just wanted to write a fic where the love birds take things a tad slower, unlike my usual stuff. I want them to experience things step by step instead of doing it all in one night. So yeah, sorry. It shouldn't take more then two or three chapters to get "there", though I can't make any promises. till then, enjoy the fluff! Fluff can be good too. :dances around singing about fluff:
