Oh, I forgot to mention. Each title is a song. The first two are by Dream Theater, this one is by The Cure. The next one… Well, that's just something that needed to be said. You'll see. And I don't own LoZ, because if I did, Ghirahim would have a much bigger (and smuttier) role. Read, favorite and follow, please! It gives me feel-goods and makes me want to write more! Xoxo Matty-cchi
Ghirahim had noticed the hero's weariness the moment he had looked at the boy. In such a state, the hero would be little use to him. "Rest, Link. You're likely to get us both killed like this." he murmured, lifting a hand. A pitcher of water appeared on the table beside the bed in a shower of diamonds. "As for your armor and equipment, I have them safely stored downstairs. Once you've rested, we'll leave."
The blonde was still wary, but the promise of a truce had calmed him considerably. The demon felt him lift his hand from his shoulder and walk towards the pitcher. His legs ached as he stood up and walked out into the hallway of the abandoned building he had made his home in. It was old, but hadn't been touched for years, judging by the cobwebs and critters that had originally infested the place. It had taken him an hour to clean the place out, draining him of more power.
He walked slowly through the deserted corridor, aiming for the balcony that overlooked the forest. The building was far away from any other form of civilization, and it almost comforted him. Pushing open the door, he stepped onto the balcony. The light of the sunset was much brighter outside, and he blinked a few times so his eyes could adjust.
I don't want to admit it, but I'm weak. I'm relying on my enemy to save my life. It's pitiful. My pride, my dignity, my very self will be destroyed by this... I don't like being forced to resort to this, but if I lose too much power... I don't know what will happen. The Demon Lord growled in frustration and hopped up onto the ledge, letting his legs dangle over the edge as he wrapped his cloak around himself.
If the sky child chooses to wield the blade, then he will be my master as much as Demise was. Strangely, I doubt he would act the same as Demise. To be honest, I want to tear the boy apart. I want to see him beg and plead for mercy, tears in his pain-filled eyes. But our truce stops me. Unfortunately, I will have to wait... or... A wry smile crossed the demon's lips as the sun dipped below the horizon, the air already beginning to grow cool. Or I just won't raise a hand to him at all.
By the time the demon had returned to the bedroom, Link had curled up under the thick blankets and had already fallen asleep, his breathing slow and even. Every few seconds, his body would quiver from the cold that had filled the building. It was quite a surprise, then, when a warm body pressed up against his back.
It was enough to startle him from sleep, his eyes opening wide as a pair of strong, muscular arms wrapped around his middle and pulled him close. A warm mouth ran over the pointed tip of his ear, catching the earring he wore between a pair of sharp teeth and tugging gently, the other's breath hot against his neck.
He shivered and instinctively tried to pull away from the mouth, gasping in pain when the cut across his collarbone opened up, blood seeping into the bandage. The demon paused and raised a hand, quickly tugging the bandage off. "Ghira...Ghirahim?" the boy breathed, feeling the cold air touch his chest. "I'll bleed to death." he grumbled, still half asleep and not quite logical, despite his brain yelling at him to punch the demon in the nose. His body, however, was content to lay there in the warm embrace, having the demon warm against his back.
Suddenly, he was pushed onto his back, the demon pinning the boy's hands into the pillow beside his head. "I promised not to harm you. You don't need to look like a frightened animal, even though it is delightful." he purred, lowering his head to run the tip of his tongue against the bleeding cut across his collarbone. "I admit, I did want to make you suffer for constantly being a hindrance, but I need you. So I'll settle for the next best thing. Either way, I will satiate my bloodlust tonight!"
The hero squirmed beneath him, blushing all the way up to the tip of his pointed ears as the demon lapped at the blood dripping from the wound. "Stop it..." he gasped as Ghirahim bit into his skin lightly, somehow managing to not break the skin yet still cause him pain.
"We are bound by a red string of fate, you and I... one that will be stained crimson with your blood!"
The voice wormed its way through his mind as the demon continued his ministrations, his hands firmly restrained above his head. The demon growled and forced his head back, biting and nipping up his neck to the base of his ear. He yelped in pain as those sharp teeth finally tore into his skin, feeling warm blood drip down his neck from the bitemark.
Link cursed internally as he realized he was arching up off the bed, pushing his hands against the restraining ones. Despite all logic and reasoning, he was enjoying the feeling. Maybe it won't be so bad, wielding a sword bound to Ghirahim. He thought distractedly, panting softly as the mouth moved back down to the wound on his chest. "Don't..." he groaned, digging his nails into the back of the demon's hands. "Don't... stop..."
The blonde hero yawned softly and opened his eyes, Ghirahim's bare chest filling his vision. He blinked once, twice; his chest was still there. Not good... Shifting a little, he felt a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his lower back, holding him in place against the demon.
He blushed bright red and glanced down at himself, almost relieved to see his pants were still on. The Demon Lord had, surprisingly, remained in his white clothes. The bare chest he could see was exposed by one of the many diamond cut-outs., and incredibly distracting. He noticed with a touch of envy that the demon was more defined than him, and much taller.
I barely remember what happened last night... just... a lot of biting. He shuddered and tried to wriggle out of the demon's arms, finally getting free and making his way towards the pitcher of water. His chest was littered with small bruises and bitemarks, making him blush even darker, which was a surprising feat in itself.
A shiver ran down his spine as he recalled his words from last night, hoping that he hadn't said them aloud. He took a drink of water, rubbing at one of the marks on his chest. A chuckle sounded, making him choke on the water, leaving him coughing and gasping.
"So... It wouldn't be that bad, wielding a sword bound to me?" the demon purred, having rolled onto his stomach to watch the boy. Link noted that if he was a cat, his tail would probably be twitching like he was ready to pounce.
The hero set down the pitcher and glanced back at him, trying to keep a straight face. "Where is my equipment?" he asked calmly, gazing at him. "We're not talking about what happened last night. Ever. That's it."
Ghirahim laughed and sat up, lifting his cape up from the foot of the bed and wrapping it around his shoulders. "It's in the room next to the bottom of the stairs. Go and get ready, sky child. We have a long journey ahead of us." he murmured, standing up. "I'll meet you outside when you're ready."
The younger male nodded and watched him leave before pulling his tunic on and dashing down the stairs. He quickly did up his belt and double checked his equipment, making sure everything was there. Once he was satisfied with the way his cap sat on his head, he began to wander towards the front door, pausing when something shiny caught his eye.
A single blue, diamond-shaped earring sat on the floor beside the door. He reached down and picked it up, smiling crookedly as he ran his fingers over the gem before pocketing it. The sunlight was blinding as he walked out, his arm held above his eyes to shield them from the brightness. He yawned and glanced around, wondering about the people of Skyloft for a moment.
The Demon Lord leapt down from the branches of a nearby tree, holding several golden fruits. "Here. We're going to see an old friend of mine... she's a demon, but she's not as good looking as I am. She'll make us a sword." he answered Link's question before the boy even opened his mouth, taking one of the fruits and stuffing it into the boy's mouth before taking one for himself. "She may be a demon, but she's not that evil." he added.
They walked in silence for a few hours, neither one bothered by the large amount of walking they had to do. Finally, Link broke the silence. "I have to ask, or else I'm going to go crazy. Why did you... last night..." he looked away, the tips of his ears red.
"Why did I treat you like that? Put simply, I was not in control of my actions. I was, and still am, for the most part, furious at my weakened state. I don't like it. As you've probably noticed by now, I am fond of seeing you in pain. I said I wouldn't harm you, so I didn't." he spoke after a moment, moving easily across the uneven ground. "So I took my frustration out on you in a way that wouldn't break the truce. Judging from your reaction last night, I'd even go so far as to say that you enjoyed it." he added smugly.
"I hate you." Link muttered, folding his arms over his chest as he followed the demon. "I have another question though."
Ghirahim turned to look at him as he glided over a tree root, his gaze betraying his curiosity. "Go ahead. If you ask me something, I will be honest. I don't feel the need to lie to you, when the truth is usually more painful than any lie I could devise." He spread his arms wide in another elaborate gesture, something Link was getting used to by now. The demon certainly had a flair for the dramatic.
"Fi spent most of her time within the Master Sword, and she wasn't able to affect anything by herself. How come you didn't have to remain in Demise's sword?" he asked, moving after him. It was a valid question, in his mind.
"I suppose it has something to do with my status as a demon, but it might not. I don't know much about my own existence, only that I've been around for a long time." the demon turned away from him again, his cape fluttering in the light breeze. "You're awfully trusting, considering we were enemies only a few weeks ago." he mused, his voice carrying through the air to the hero walking after him.
Link frowned as he stumbled over a patch of smooth rocks – river stones, from the look of them. Perhaps a creek once ran through this part of the forest, filling the trees with the soft sound of water flowing. "I don't trust you... but I trust your nature. You don't like to lose, and you're a very proud man. If you stabbed me in the back the moment I was defenceless, you'd be admitting that I'm dangerous enough to warrant underhanded tactics to dispose of me."
Even though the Demon Lord was a few feet ahead of him, he clearly heard the sound of teeth grinding. Yet he pressed on. "You're very similar to Fi. You're not used to feeling weak, so you want the feeling to stop. That's why you asked for my help. If you ended up in a fight in your current state, you'd be easily beaten."
Suddenly, he was practically thrown against the trunk of a tree, the demon's hand wrapped tightly around the boy's throat. "I may not be as powerful as I once was, but do not believe that I am weak." the man snarled, his fingers tightening painfully. "I am more than enough, even without a blade."
The blonde gasped and choked, managing to get a hand up to push against Ghirahim's chest, trying to force him back. "I haven't killed you because I am... fond of you, sky child." the demon whispered, one side of his mouth twitching into a lop-sided smirk. "I don't have to restrain myself around you. I can be honest, and I can take out my anger on you."
Link shuddered as he felt the male's knee force his legs apart, pressing up against his hips. His eyes slid closed and his hand fell from the demon's chest, the fiend's hand around his throat the only thing keeping him against the tree. After a long moment, Ghirahim loosened his grip enough to let the boy breathe. "You chose this path when you agreed to help me." he purred into the hero's ear, nipping gently. "You know... I could get us there in a second."
Blue eyes opened all of a sudden and gazed into tawny ones, his breath coming faster than normal. "With the clicky-thing?" he tilted his head up to look at him properly. I never noticed the color of his eyes until now... probably because I've been too busy trying not to get killed. He thought quietly.
Ghirahim looked miffed. "Clicky-thing? As always, your eloquence astonishes me." he chuckled, pushing his knee up harder and smirking at the unintentional squeak the boy gave in response. "If you're referring to my fabulous finger snapping, you'd be right. Only it would take a large amount of energy to teleport two people. If I could take that energy from, say... you, it'd give me enough strength to do it at least twice."
The champion audibly gulped and closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself before he opened his eyes again. "What happens to me in the process?" he muttered, squirming against the demon's knee. "Am I going to lose the same amount of strength that you gain?"
"Most likely, yes. But don't worry, sky child. I'll make sure it's enjoyable." he teased, running his thumb over the boy's jawline. "Unfortunately, perhaps in your case, we will be bound together. More so than we are already." Catching the worried look in the blue eyes, Ghirahim hid another chuckle. "Metaphorically."
Link found himself relaxing as the gloved hand moved across his skin, his body wanting to just give in to the demon. A short nod of his head, and he was suddenly released. He blinked at the loss and leaned back against the tree for support, his legs feeling like ChuChu jelly.
The Demon Lord had pulled back and lifted a hand, a diamond-shaped barrier forming around the grove they stood in. He slyly looked at the boy a second before he pounced, forcing the boy up against the tree again with a snarl. His hair fell over his left eye as he pushed the youth's head back, leaning down to sink his sharp teeth into the pale flesh of his neck.
Time seemed to slow down for Link. Everything was a blur of red and purple and diamond shapes as the demon pressed against him, biting at him ravenously as if his salvation could be found somewhere in the boy's blood. Several bites later, the edge of his green tunic was stained with his blood, his head lolling back against the tree as the demon lapped at the crimson liquid.
Things seemed to blur again before he found himself on his back on the ground, the demon's cape somehow making it beneath them. Ghirahim straddled him and slid one of his hands down to unbuckle the boy's belt, removing the leather easily. "Every living being has their inner demons, hero. Fortuitously, I just happen to be yours." he whispered.
Again, things blurred before the hero closed his eyes. He felt cool air caressing his legs and chest, heard the sound of material and chain mail hitting the ground somewhere to the side, tasted the demon's lips on his own, smelled the musky scent that lingered in the air wherever the demon went.
He blushed right to the tips of his pointed ears as he felt his once-enemy guide the boy's legs up, wrapping them around the demon's muscular waist. A growl made his eyes open again as the demon sank into him, tearing at the boy's flesh with his teeth and hands. A cry of pain escaped his lips as he threw his head back, arching his back up off the ground. The combined feelings made him squirm beneath the larger form, half wanting to escape, half wanting to surrender to him.
Panting heavily as the male began to move, he let out a gasp as pleasure assailed all of his senses. Ghirahim's teeth no longer seemed as painful, the bite sending sparks of warmth throughout his body. It never occurred to him that the first time he got laid, it would be with his worst enemy, on the forest floor. As the pleasure began to increase, he was flipped onto his stomach and thrust into again.
The demon wrapped his slender hand around his throat and squeezed hard enough to make breathing difficult, but not impossible. Link's back arched again, his shoulders stiffening as a new feeling swept through him, destroying what was left of his logical mind. Which screamed dramatically as it was drowned by the pleasure. The more the demon moved, the more the boy lost control of his actions. By the time the pleasure coursing through him reached its peak, he was a panting, shaking mess beneath the Demon Lord, pleading wordlessly for his release.
He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as his climax came over him, drowning out the sound of his own cries of ecstasy and the demon's own satisfied moan as he released within the boy. Once his senses began to reorganize themselves and take control, his blush darkened to a whole new level of awkwardness. I didn't... no, no... I did... his thoughts pretty much gave up on him, leaving him speechless as the demon shifted to lay beside him, wrapping the cape around them both.
Warm skin pressed against every inch of his own as he lowered his head, burying his face in the demon's chest. Strength had drained from him at some point, his fingers quivering. It came as a surprise to feel Ghirahim's fingers combing through his hair, lightly enough to feel comforting.
Even more surprising was that he could have contentedly stayed in the man's arms all day, enjoying the thin beams of sunlight that managed to slip through the trees above them. It was peaceful. But like all good things, it came to an end faster than he would have liked.
"Come, sky child. We cannot lounge about on the floor all day long. You would get hungry, and start to complain." he teased good-naturedly, an astonishing act. "I feel more revitalized than I've been in a long time. It won't last, but it is more than enough for now."
He stood, much to his sky child's displeasure, wrapped the boy in his cape and gathered the hero's clothing and equipment - a tiny smile creeping onto his lips as he found the glittering earring, his own clothes appearing around himself as he held the hero to his chest. "First a detour to a hot spring, then to our sword maker." Keeping the boy close with one hand, he snapped his fingers, leaving the grove empty once more.