The Crossing of Times

A/N: Last time get you, eh?

Haha

Call me evil.

But in repayment, I'll write something extra juicy here.

Enjoy.

Also, all characters belong to Nintendo, I do not make any money off of this, unless it's in comments or favorites.

Sorry for the wait.

Chapter three: The beast appears.

Before the flap of his tent fell closed behind him, Ganon emerged, enraged. His shoulders hunched awkwardly as fangs and horns sprouted from his head, a tail lashing out from behind him. Losing all control, he leapt at the closest man to him, not caring if it was one of his own, and brutally ripped their head clean off from their shoulders.

He was beyond mad, beyond any emotion. Turned into a beast by his foul mood, he slayed, ate and mauled everyone and everything in that camp. Chasing the offenders into the woods, he caught up to their puny bodies easily as he dashed forward on all fours, muscles and fur rippling and oozing with power.

Vision black, he made sure every single person within his sight or smell made it in between his jaws, sheer strength snapping their bones like tooth picks. The fog made it all the better as he hunted down his prey silently before brutally jumping upon the unsuspecting victims.

By the time he had successfully killed every living creature within range, he headed back to his tent, limping ever so slightly from a spear that had struck his leg. Pushing the tent flap aside with his large horns, he gave Ghirahim the biggest scare of his life; he nearly jumped out of his skin as he saw a large boar-like beast covered in cuts and lacerations looking directly at him.

Ganon just walked forward like it was nothing, ignoring Ghirahim's almost amusingly shocked face. He scrambled to cover himself up, since he was still exposed on the bed, and then took a tentative step forward. Ganon huffed, blood dripping from his leg as he collapsed on the floor in sheer exhaustion. The heaving of his chest soon slowed as Ghirahim leaned over Ganon's matted hair and extended a hand to brush his fingers over the now tame beast's mane.

"Mr. Ganonoaf? Is that you?" Ghirahim asked, in an almost soft tone. The beast below him just grunted, horns slowly shrinking until they disappeared along with his tail and luxurious fur coat. He laid still, and Ghirahim didn't know whether he was seriously injured or not, the pool of blood slowly growing at his feet. He began to inspect the wound on Ganon's leg for reasons even he could not conjure, and found that it was not as deep as it looked, Thank the goddess… Ghirahim thought before realizing his own words, What was… Why do I care about what happens to this oaf? I don't. Never will.

Easily brushing it off, he stood up and began to walk back towards the bed, that is, until a hand stopped him. Following the arm down to Ganon's face, Ghirahim almost flinched for his eyes were still like pitch black holes carved into his face, gazing into his own. They were filled with hate, angst, power and want, holding Ghirahim's own gaze evenly.

Ganon stood, the bleeding from his leg had miraculously stopped, and towered over the fairer man. His large tongue slid out of his mouth to lick the blood that was dripping from his nose, his eyes never leaving Ghirahim's. He took a step forward, testing his leg, and seeing that all was alright, went after the slightly retreating Ghirahim.

"Now, with no distractions, I shall have you," His deep voice rumbled up from his chest, thick and slow like molasses as he pushed Ghirahim back on the bed, "Strip."

Ganon's mouth was still full of fangs as he commanded the Demon Lord, and he followed with all swiftness knowing well enough what would happen if he didn't obey. Ghirahim discarded his clothing once more as the Dark Lord loomed over him, still worked up from his recent rage. Instantly he was smothered, his senses and his body, as Ganon's scent bombarded his nose. He could smell the anger and hatred rolling off Ganon in deep waves, the musk of the man himself and something that could only be described by one word, sex.

With a smirk, the larger man brushed his rough fingers against Ghirahim's now obvious arousal, his hands roaming over smooth and foreign skin to map every curve, dip, line and muscle on the white-haired man's body. He relished in the sound of the wanton near purr that escaped Ghirahim's lips as the tips of his fingers ran over his nipples, rolling them slightly. Ghirahim wasn't even paying attention to what exactly Ganon was doing, letting himself get lost in the touches, until a stout finger unceremoniously prodded his entrance. The intrusion was harsh and discomforting in the least, the dry digit pumping in and out making a streak of pain run through Ghirahim's body.

He began to shiver.

Watching the man beneath him start to succumb to his touches, no matter how brutal, made Ganon impatient. He wanted this quivering mass of foreign muscle surrounding his shaft, and he wanted it now. Barely giving Ghirahim a chance to adjust to his finger, he removed it, the diamond man's groan of protest was rewarding, but his scream of pain was all the more satisfying as he delved himself into the unsuspecting man.

Hair askew, pants coming short and fast, fingers gripping onto the blankets that surrounded him, Ghirahim felt like he was being torn down the middle from the inside. His toes curled, back arching to try and adjust to the great length inside him, his whole lower half on fire in pain and pleasure. It was a glorious sight to Ganon, watching the outlandish man with his eyes screwed shut take him completely. He leaned over, rocking his hips slightly to try and get the other adjusted, Ghirahim grasping onto the skin of his back desperately to try and relieve the pain, leaving red streaks from his nails behind.

Then, he found it. Ghirahim's groans of pain suddenly turned into pleasureful moans as Ganon's member reached far enough inside him to brush his prostate, sending stars of pleasure to dance with the streaks of pain behind Ghirahim's eyes. They suddenly opened, along with his mouth, and Ghirahim drew a long, shuttering breath, words slipping past his lips almost mockingly, "Is that all you have?"

Ganon took the challenge in stride, slipping himself out until barely the tip remained inside Ghirahim before snapping his hips forward, shoving himself inside and shoving Ghirahim against the headboard with his powerful thrust. The scream that would have flown from Ghirahim's lips was muffled as he bit down harshly into the Gerudo's shoulder. Ganon let out a roar at the sudden pain, increasing the speed of his thrusts in response.

It was over in a matter of ten minutes, both men coming harshly as they rode out their massive orgasms; Ghirahim's splattering on both their chests as Ganon's filled the slightly smaller man deeply. Pulling out with a wet pop, Ganon watched in approval as his seed leaked out of his now-lover's entrance to slide down his thighs and collect on his bed.

This man was now his, no matter if he protested and fought, his body belonged to Ganon, "Your body is mine now," He stated with authority, eyes boring into the other males, "You will do what I tell you, go where I go, and bear my children. Is this understood?"

Ghirahim just looked at him incredulously.

"Now, Mr. Ganonoaf, just what did you say?" He found his voice quickly with Ganon's words, not at all ready to follow anyone's orders, ever. He was a man who was frivolous, and did his own biding, not some slave to some man he's barely just met. So what if he only wanted a bit of fun, something rare in his itinerary? Clearly, this man did not understand him.

"You heard me clear enough, Ghirahim. There is no need for further explanation," Ganon grunted as he began to put his clothing back on. The Demon Lord crossed his arms, and then snapped his fingers to make his clothes materialize on his person again.

"You, Mr. Ganonoaf, are a fool to believe I would follow any of that. I, for one, do not follow other's commands. I'm a free spirit, you see, and follow only but my own orders. Since you do not seem to see this, I bid you fare well," Ghirahim snapped his fingers again, expecting for his diamonds to transport him far away into the woods.

Yet his diamonds did not appear.

All that he saw where those deep crimson eyes staring spitefully back at him.