mysticalgems: yeah I figured you'd like it. Thanks a bunch by the way for helping with the reviews mess.

Doopliss: Oops, I just realized that my response to your last review could be taken as me being rude. Apologies, I'm a self-mocking person and that's what I was doing. As for other sick-ghirahim stories I'd check out "Sick With Anger" although to be honest sometimes the characters get a little ooc for my taste. Now for the important thing…how on earth did you know I like dragonflies?! *checks personal profile* it isn't here…you must be magic.

JSMac: Yes, punctuation has almost always been my worst enemy but I do try my best and someday I'll go back and edit. YES! I always love it when readers say that I have characters down, especially if its someone as awesome as Ghirahim.

Ok, so to be honest this chapter, while it has main story points, is almost all PG13. No I mean PG13. So if any readers want a less intense version, please PM me and I will send you the basic story info without the…er dicey bits. Starts a bit slow but it gets better. Enjoy!

Chapter 14

Ghirahim waited until the boy had completely dropped off to sleep before he allowed himself to give into his dizziness and collapse in the chair. He could feel the uncomfortable heat of his own body, now the same temperature of a normal human's. Knowing he had to lower it, he inhaled and snapped his fingers; a tub full of cool water appearing in the middle of the room. Clutching his head as it was assailed by sharp pains, and muttering foul words, the demon lowered himself to the floor. Opting for the more mundane way, he stripped off his tight clothing. His pale form sunk into the clear surface, shivering as the chilly water met his skin. Perhaps triggered by the cold contact, his chest heaved as his lungs decided to try and rid themselves of only Hylia knew what. When it finished he lay back against the rim, his dark eyes watching the hero. Elation spread through the demon, the boy was almost to the point of no return. Almost ready to embrace the darkness and discard the light. Not quite of course, but extremely near. All the skychild needed was another shove, so to speak, to put him right on the edge of the abyss. And then… His eyes closed with a small smile spreading across his face. Quietly, so as to not disturb the object of his ruminations, Ghirahim began to hum.

A quarter of an hour slipped by and it was the jerk with which the skychild woke that made Ghirahim aware of his captive's wakefulness. "Awake already, skychild?" Pushing off the ledge of the tub he sat with one arm propped on a knee, "Of course" he twisted that arm so that palm was facing up "I have no doubt in my mind that your apparent rapid healing is due to my fabulous skills as a physician."

Link was ignoring the demon and was instead shivering, still trying to recover from the aftereffects of the dream. His eyes stared to the side and focused on the floor. He could still feel the wounds that had been inflicted on him in the nightmare.

Ghirahim took in the boy's state and a corner of his mouth lifted, the blonde obviously was in a lot of emotional turmoil. Perfect. He stood up and exited the tub, then began towards the other male, his movements reminiscent of a great white cat stalking its prey.

It was only when Link recognized movement in his peripheral vision that he looked over at his enemy. He inhaled sharply, the breath catching in his chest. Ghirahim was naked.

A wide grin "Stunning am I not, skychild?" he asked, his arms outstretched as he stalked forward.

Quickly, Link tore his gaze away from the pale man, concentrating instead on the pillow next to him. However, a pale hand took hold of his face and directed it back towards its owner. Blue eyes flickered downward of their own volition before he forced them to stare back into chestnut ones.

"Amusing." He slipped his hand from the hero's face and placed it on the boy's wrist with his other hand pinning the remaining wrist in a likewise manner. He placed himself on the bed "You know, I do believe I owe you a reprimand." He forced the blonde's hands up over his head; staring deeply into the azure eyes "Luckily for you I've decided to let the punishment fit the crime." He made it so that his left hand was constraining both of the boy's wrists and placed his right on the boy's chest. Leaning forward he whispered "Humiliation with humiliation."

Link felt the panic hit him and he began to shiver much like he had when he had first woken up.

"Shhh easy, Skychild." Ghirahim crooned and began stroking the hero's right cheek "I promise I won't hurt you…This time." After pulling the blankets away he placed his middle finger at the bottom of the boy's throat. Slowly he began to trace down the sternum and then around the right ribcage. Circling back up to repeat the process again but this time outlining the left ribcage he murmured "Why do you tremble so, skychild?" He brought his fingers up and began to stroke the outline of the boy's left ear "Is it because you feel so very, very alone? Indeed, cast adrift in a sea where it becomes hard to find what is right and what is wrong?" Leaning down he lightly licked the indent under Link's bottom lip "I must admit I am surprised, after all you have gone through, that you still struggle…" His hand meandered down the boy's torso, stopping a hand's-breadth from the hip but still caressing the skin "…when it would be far easier to give in and accept what you know is truth."

Breathing heavily, Link swallowed, eyes still locked with the demon's "The truth?" His breath hitched when the demon's finger traced across his abdomen.

Lifting himself so he was on the bed but balancing over the boy, the demon hummed "Hmmm, the reality of your situation, Link. Abandoned and practically forgotten by one who you used to care for. Left to the devices of.." Ghirahim chuckled self mockingly "…a demon, with nary a second of remorse from…her, that Goddess you once pledged yourself to."

Rage flashed in the chocolate eyes for only a moment but Link saw and recognized that emotion as the same one he himself had felt in his dreams towards…Zelda.

The pale lips hovered over golden ones "You must feel so isolated, so forlorn. Believing yourself to be the lone wanderer of this path you now take." He traced circles upwards bringing his hand back to the boy's left ribcage "In reality, skychild, that is but an illusion for this has all happened before; and it is happening once more." His tongue slithered down tasting the hero's mouth before the blonde head turned away; exposing the pointed ear "Let me tell you a story, my beautiful captive."

Shutting his eyes, Link tried to block out the sound of his enemy's gilded tongue, but opened them quickly when the man's hand slid over his areola "Please, stop."

Ignoring the plea, Ghirahim continued "Once, there was a boy who was sent on a mission for his goddess. Oh how he cherished, nay, loved her. It was his thought that someday they would be together." A whimper drifted up as he pinched the sensitive area "Alas, it was not to be for during his task assigned to him by his divine lady he was captured." Unhurriedly his hand started to slide downward "His sweet lover visited him in a dream and, telling him to not lose hope, marked him. Long he waited, perhaps eons, enduring agonizing torture and…" dark chuckling "…not so agonizing torture." Fingers reached the waistband and began to crawl along it "Unfortunately for our protagonist, no help came and he began to realize…"

Link jolted and tried to get out of Ghirahim's firm grip when the button to his pants was flicked open. The dark eye's of his enemy were not only sparkling from fever but also from lust. Unable to stop himself, he looked down again. Eyes widening, he swiftly brought them back up, THAT was not what he wanted to see.

"…that he had been left to rot. Abandoned and betrayed." Smiling at the heavily breathing blonde, he grabbed the corner of the trousers and began to pull down "Just like you." The material had gone as far down as his hand could drag it, so he hooked it with a foot and continued to tug the fabric off.

"You lie." Link spat, though he was trying to convince himself more than the demon.

Ghirahim began to laugh, not caring that most of it was coughing, as he finished kicking off the hero's trousers "Then why are we still here?" He brought the whole of his body down onto his prisoner's and took the blonde's mouth with his own.

During the kiss, purple shaded eyes noted with satisfaction the new transformation that had taken place with the boy's marking. It was now a golden triangle resting atop a black one. Or a half gold and half black diamond.

….. thanks for reading!