GrandNinjaMasterRen: Thank you. I try to be realistic with their relationship, well, as realistic as one can get with fictional characters.

Guest1: Nope, can't abandon this. Its always nagging me in the back of my brain plus it's a pet peeve of mine when authors suddenly abandon fics. Why? Its something I just don't understand how they can do that.

ZGK1007: Poor Poor Link. His fate is still undecided with me though.

Mysticalgems: oh yes extremely busy. Sorry I ain't been PMing as much(aka at all) but life and a fiancé and fics bothering the back of the brain keep a person busy. I love your reviews, they always make me feel special. Sorry about the cutout scene….see below

Okezd: HEHE I love when people tell me they binge read, it makes me feel good. Yes bwahaha my evilness is rubbing off.

Guest2: Soon enough? Lol looks like you only had to wait about 7 days. Of course I'll keep the rating teen for this story. As for Link…. Wait and see.

YAY! Another chapter in only a month. Sigh I remember the good old days when I updated within 2 days, that was a miracle. So there's been some concern as to whether or not lemons will be included. The short answer is… maybe. My plan is to finish the story first, then if it is requested (yes mysticalgems I'm aware you'll be among them lol) I will write up lemons. However, they will be SEPARATE oneshots from this story. They will still be part of the story and titled something like DWTD ch20.5. Make sense? I hope so. Anyways enjoy!

Chapter 21

Ghirahim stretched out on the bed next to the blonde, who was sweaty from the exertion of their previous…exercise. The demon's heart was pounding and he was covered in the sheen of moisture as well. He sighed contentedly and gazed over at the other's naked form, it was marked with red and swelling scratch and bite marks, the sight beautiful to the man's eyes. The once-hero noticed the man's gaze and flushed at his own appearance, quickly pulling a blanket to cover himself with. The pale form chuckled "There's really no need for that, skychild, I've seen it all already."

"Shut up." Link mumbled and proceeded to pull the material up and over his head, hiding completely and making it so that he didn't even have to look at the demon.

A pale eyebrow rose, and a hint of danger crawled into Ghirahim's voice "Shut up?" he asked softly. He leaned over the hidden boy and repeated the statement a little more forcefully "Shut up?". The bed tensed underneath him as Link stiffened in sudden quiet fear, the layer slowly pulled off. Eyes locked together "Shut up, what, skychild?" When silence answered him still, the demon's left hand shot out and fastened around the golden neck and nails began to dig into the flesh "Shut up, what?!" The blonde's mouth opened in an attempt for more air and began to make choking noises but there was no effort to form words. Ghirahim growled and slapped the boy's face with his free hand "Answer me. Shut up what?" When the human beneath him finally tried to speak, he eased the pressure in his hand to allow it.

"I…I'm sorry, forgive me."

The demon's eyes narrowed and he slapped the boy's face again "Forgive me, what?" he hissed.

Link groaned in pain "Forgive me, master."

With that, a smile lit up the pale face and the hand released from the neck. "Good boy." The older male chuckled softly and kissed the reddened cheek before covering the blonde again "You may now resume your fruitless hiding."

The bed shifted and Link could feel the man's presence leave. He didn't care where the other male had gone, he was just glad he was gone. And yet, he could tell that though the man was no longer in the same room he wasn't very far. If he had wanted, Link could go and find the demon with a new sixth sense that he had. Because they were….connected. It was a bitter thought for him and yet he had to accept it as reality. Ghirahim was his superior. Having a superior wasn't really new for the blonde, having had instructors at the Knight Academy. But. It was really the terminology he struggled with. Ghirahim referred to himself as the boy's master, which would mean that he was Ghirahim's…. His mind froze after it supplied him with the word. Slave. Ghirahim's slave. His flesh crawled and his stomach clenched. He inhaled and forced himself to accept it. Link was a free spirit, or so he had always thought, and the idea that he was now to submit to another was hateful to him. So the true question. Was this worth it? An image of Zelda's face sprang to his mind and he was washed with the pure raw emotion of hate. Anything. He would do anything to see that she paid for what had happened to him, what she had done to him. His ears shifted as he heard the demon return to the room, no, not the demon. His master.

"Skychild, would you mind granting me your presence for just a moment? I promise you can return to whatever it is you are doing under that blanket in a moment."

Link blushed under the covers but slowly removed himself from the bed to go stand in front of the demon.

Chestnut eyes roamed over the boy's body, a smile lighting the corners of Ghirahim's mouth "As pleasing as seeing you naked is, I'm afraid I cannot allow it all the time. If we are to destroy your precious Zelda" a growl issued from Link at this "I am going to need to be undistracted and something tells me that venturing nude would also be rather… uncomfortable for you as well." He snapped his fingers and a pile of clothes fell into his arms, which he then handed to Link. "Outfit yourself in these."

Reaching for the top material, Link began to put on the clothes and found that the clothes were made of thick material very much like his old uniform. When he had put them all on Ghirahim smiled and made a long mirror materialize so the skyloftian could see how it looked. Link's eyes widened, he was wearing a uniform very similar to the one he had been given after the wing ceremony. Where his old one had been green, this one was a dark red with black pants and belt.

Ghirahim crossed over to stand behind the youth and spoke "You know, it seems to be missing a few vital parts. He snapped his fingers and a matching red cap materialized within his gloved hand, which Link smiled at and placed upon his head. His smile vanished though as he gazed at his reflection and realized that though he looked the part, he had no weapon. Chuckling issued from the man behind him "Do not fear, you shall wield a sword once again, just not at this particular moment. I fear that you still are too weak and still in the process of recovering from your past ailment" The demon shook his head self-ruefully "and from performing various…exercises. I must take the blame for that, I should've waited but alas I did not. I was…anxious after not being allowed to indulge myself for what seemed like an eternity." He turned the once-hero around and stared into boy's face. The blonde was clearly exhausted, though he was doing his best to hide that fact. Ghirahim's mouth twitched with a hidden smile "Strip." he ordered.

Shocked, Link felt himself go numb. The pale man had been acting almost human for a moment and the sudden change back had caught him off guard. Slowly, he undressed till he was only in his undercloth.

"That will suffice, skychild." He gestured towards the bed "I expect you to sleep until you are fully rested, when you are finished" he pointed at a door "go through there and wash the filth from your body. When you are done you are to come find me for your next task. Understood?"

Link nodded "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

Flinching, Link responded "Yes sir."

"Hmmm." He regarded the boy for a moment "Rest well, hero" he stated before striding out of the room.

Oh hylia. Why does Ghirahim feel ooc to me in the last couple of paragraphs? Ugh and nothing I can think of fixes it. (screams incoherently into a pillow). Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed. Please review and let me know what you thought/think! THANK YOU!