The Crossing of Times
A/N: Next part of this… strange paring. The first part was from Ganon's perspective, and this one will now be from Ghirahim's.
This chapter is mature for obvious reasons.
Chapter two: What happens in the fog, cannot be seen.
I had almost had my hands on the boy, sword about to strike through the tender skin of his chest, oh how that would sound most wondrous! And yet, just as I was about to deal the final blow, that little delectable's sword began to glow with a light that blinded my delicate eyes! My poor eyes! Without further notice, everything disappeared in a blinding flash as his sword, not mine, impaled itself into my perfectly creamy smooth chest! Blasphemy!
But here I am. Alive. In a wood with the most uncouth, barbaric, and… strangely attractive oaf of a man. He piqued my interest, which is a rare thing seeing how boring things get, even with that young spring of a boy following me about, how cute he was trying to defeat me!
Ghirahim let out an auditory giggle at his thoughts, Ganon's eyes narrowing slightly at him in response. He lifted his head high, and briefly brushed his hair out of his face, only for the long, straight white bangs to fall over his left eye once more, "So, Mr. Ganonoaf, would you be so kind as to escort me back to your… private quarters?" The word had a little too much strain on it, making a vein protrude slightly out of Ganon's forehead.
"Ganondorf, you fool. If you dare speak my name, speak it correctly." He growled in annoyance. Ghirahim watched on as Ganon wrestled with his thoughts, on whether he should bring this foreign man into his domain or not, while a large crease formed along with a frown on his face.
"Oh Mr. Ganonoaf, if you keep doing that, you'll lose the tightness of the skin, and form wrinkles! You wouldn't want that, now would you?" Ghirahim chided, the creases ever deepening on Ganon's face at his words.
"I don't need your opinion, Mr. Ghirahim. At least I have respect to remember your name correctly. Now come. Or else I'll leave you in this wood." One swish of Ganon's cape signaled there would be no argument as he did an about face, and started to stomp back to his tent. Ghirahim followed immediately, excited and enthralled by this new world, and this new man.
Hovering a few feet behind him, Ghirahim kept a bit of a distance, he wasn't exactly sure what this larger man could do, and in the mean time would stay at a… "safe" distance. The whole thing was wondrous, besides one fact that was bothering his conscience, Why haven't my diamonds disappeared yet? The cloud of diamonds that formed and disappeared while he transported about where still hovering around him, almost protectively. It gave him the slightest twinge of wariness in his gut, that maybe in fact… No, he would not think on it now.
By the time they had made it to Ganon's tent, the excitement of this new world began to die down, but his curiosity did not. Almost gentlemanly like, Ganon held open the flap for his tent and waited for Ghirahim to enter. He smiled to himself as he stepped in, taking in the new surroundings.
"How… rugged." Ghirahim smirked while he said this, turning to face Ganon as he stepped into the well out-fitted tent. Completely ignoring the comment, Ganon busied himself with his maps on the small table in one corner of his tent. It was not until he was two inches from Ganon's face, hovering silently behind the large man, that Ganon reacted.
"Yes? May I help you?" Ganon asked, not bothering to mask the displeasure in his voice.
"Why yes, you could… entertain me." He put one of his long, slender fingers up to Ganon's ear, and traced the shell suggestively. Reasons why he wanted to provoke this man, this near beast, were only for the fact of his own curiosity. He wanted to see how Ganon would react to his ministrations, and by giving him numerous leads, he hoped Ganon would reach out and take one.
"Very well. Sit. And be quiet," Ganon answered less gruffly than usual, which set off a little flag in Ghirahim's mind. He smirked before sitting next to the Gerudo. Ganon went on, "This here is the land of Hyrule, where those pesky little Hylians live that think their society is perfect in every way shape and form. Blessed with prosperous land, clean water and expansive forest…" He stopped, grunted, frowned, and then continued, "Over here, is the Gerudo desert. A perfect paradise of blistering hot sands, freezing nights and home of yours truly." As he stated all of this, he pointed out the different places on the map, Ghirahim watching with some interest.
"That is very… interesting. But, my dear, tell me a bit about you." He propped his chin upon one of his gloved hands, staring intently at the Gerudo from the side. Ganon turned to meet his stare, golden eyes piercing into his own slate grey.
"There is nothing much to tell." Ganon retorted with a grunt.
"Oh, but there must be, such as your favorite dish, the best book you've ever read, how you'd like me in bed…" He trailed off suggestively, eyes never leaving Ganon's gaze. Suddenly standing and taking Ghirahim off guard, Ganon was in his face in a blink of an eye, large body looming over and trapping his somewhat smaller one, "You think this is funny? I have no fucking clue as to where you come from, who you are, what you are. So why would I have even the slightest inclination to mate with you?" Ganon's voice oozed from between his lips, heavy with threat, warning and dominance.
A chill clawed its way up Ghirahim's spine.
Oooh… It has been a very long time since someone has been able to do that, he thought. Then, it suddenly occurred to him, just what this larger man hovering over him needed… a mate. Lifting his head proudly, he replied simply, "Pleasure."
That was all it took before large lips were smashing into his, beefy hands at his waist grabbing him closer to the Gerudo's body. Ah… That hit the nail on the head, or the coffin, Ghirahim smirked to himself through the kiss, Ganon taking it as a challenge. Ganon easily lifted him and took the five strides to his bed before roughly pushing him upon it.
Mmmm… he plays rough. I think I'll enjoy this more than I should, he tried to remain high and mighty, but the second Ganon's lips met with is neck and bit down, a spark of pleasure more intense than he had felt from his previous partners quickly traveled down to between his legs, and he unconsciously let out a heated groan.
It was Ganon's turn to smirk as he climbed on top of the body beneath him, shedding his cloak and boots as he did so. Unceremoniously stripping Ghirahim of his cape as well, Ganon let the pieces of fabric mingle on the floor as he continued his ministrations. The sturdy hands running up and down his body actually made his skin feel heated as those rough fingers brushed over the diamond openings in his thin fabric, sending another elusive chill down his spine.
What had he gotten himself into, he didn't know. But he was damn sure he liked it. Ghirahim struggled, actually struggled, to get more of the Gerudo's clothes off, fumbling with the foreign clips, clasps, ties and buttons. He only stopped as Ganon sat back, peeling his clothing off easily to expose an expansive, chiseled chest, perfectly hairless and golden brown. Ganon's muscles must have been twice the size of his own, the beast of a man hovering over him was… his, if only for the night.
This sent another shiver down his spine, now in anticipation. He stripped his hands of his gloves, tossing them to the floor in order to put the skin of his fingers against the skin of Ganon's chest. Ganon was hot. Burning. Ghirahim could feel the blood beating fiercely behind the skin under his finger tips. He moved his fingers down Ganon's chest, tracing the muscles there before stopping right above the Gerudo's waist line.
My Goddesses… Ghirahim's eyes widened in shock, something that happened once in a blue moon. He could see, almost feel what was behind those last few pieces of clothing, and it was as beastly as Ganon himself. He couldn't wait a moment longer, no, he had been swept away by the tide of this foreign man in this foreign land and couldn't help himself. Never once before did he give into his cravings, into his desires such like this, he was usually a man of pride… not one whining and begging and panting and moaning for someone else.
Ganon took his reaction in stride, opening the front of his pants to let the diamond man feast his eyes upon what resided there. The large, swollen sex, stood out from between his legs, and Ghirahim just stared at it, face, body and groin feeling hot.
"You can touch it, you know." Ganon's voice cut through the fog in his head that mirrored the fog outside, momentarily snapping him out of his trance. Not a second after the Gerudo's words sunk in did his lithe fingers wrap around the enormous length, hand fitting around it almost perfectly. Closing his eyes, Ganon grunted at the sudden contact, a vein pulsating in reaction to Ghirahim's touches.
Experimenting a little, he tried different kinds of strokes on different parts of the Dark Lord's member, seeing which one would pleasure him the most. Noticing his eyes were closed, Ghirahim grinned and stuck out his long, winding tongue, brushing the very end of it over the tip of Ganon's massive length. Not expecting the contact, Ganon opened one amber eye stained with lines of red in lust then threaded his fingers through the other's silken white hair, urging him on.
His entire tongue snaked its way out of Ghirahim's mouth, wrapping Ganon's member in a slick heat that made him roll his hips forward powerfully, almost making Ghirahim lose his balance at the force. This was it, he couldn't wait a moment longer. Fuck it. I need it. He decided, suddenly pulling away and laying back on the bed. Sliding out of his diamond body-suit, he spread his legs invitingly as his own length stood at attention, his tongue poking out of his mouth in the most promiscuous fashion, eyes locked on to Ganon's with the most wanton look.
Pulling down his pants the rest of the way, Ganon eagerly lined himself up with Ghirahim's entrance, ready to mercilessly plow into the giving body beneath him.
Abruptly someone from outside the tent began to yell, "Ambush! We've been ambushed! Lord Ganondorf, are you there?" and before either one of them knew it, one of the guards hastily burst in, only to pale, mumble some sort of apology and close the flap just as hastily as he had opened it.
Ganon raged.
"Fuck," was the only word that fell from his lips as Ghirahim whined for once in his life. The larger man got up with the most vicious seething look in his eyes, swiftly returned himself to his pants and re-dressed himself in less than a second, leaving the white haired man alone and disappointed on the bed.
It was only then that Ghirahim noticed his diamonds had finally disappeared.