Link's eyes widened at the feel of Ghirahim's body on his, and his breath hitched in his throat, making him cough. Instinctively he made a move to turn around, face his opponent, and maybe even get a good slash in with his sword. But, as though he was reading Link's mind, Ghirahim's arms lashed out, binding Link's wrists effectively. The demon lord's touch on Link's wrists was like ice, sending his arms into spasms of pain. For a moment Link was convinced that his skin was freezing, and after glancing down to confirm that no, his wrists were not being disfigured in any way, he fought against the hands that held him back; he squirmed and struggled until his body became hot with exertion and sweat. The demon lord laughed softly from behind him, and Link could feel Ghirahim lightly nuzzle the back of his neck with his cold nose. Link couldn't help but shudder at the intimate contact his opponent was giving; he could feel Ghirahim's hot breath on his neck as he inhaled deeply, taking in Link's scent.
"Mmmm, you smell wonderful, skychild." The demon lord purred into Link's ear, causing another wave of shudders to pass through Link's body. "It makes one wonder if you taste as good as you smell."
Link gave a small gasp when he felt Ghirahim's smooth tongue dance along his jaw line, leaving a small trail of saliva behind. Link could feel his face flush tremendously as Ghirahim's tongue lingered on his ear, flicking his earlobe playfully. Never in his life had Link encountered such personal affections, and to suddenly be receiving them was very overwhelming. 'Affections given to me, and by another man no less.' Link thought resentfully to himself as Ghirahim continued to toy with his ear. Still, he couldn't seem to keep his heart from pounding with each stroke the demon lord's tongue made on his ear, nor could he stop the way his stomach flipped uncomfortably inside of him.
Finally, Ghirahim's tongue slithered back into his mouth, leaving Link's ear very wet. Link could feel the demon lord take several more deep breaths and give a sigh of contentment. "My, that was fun. I was right: you taste as wonderful as you smell."
Link growled and tried to crane his neck so he could see Ghirahim. When that proved useless, Link turned around and faced the wall once more, trying to formulate some sort of plan that could allow him to escape the demon lord's clutches. "It wasn't mutual." He spat out in annoyance. He tried to make his voice sound confident and brave, but it was embarrassing just how weak he sounded.
His comment seemed to amuse Ghirahim; he gave a deep laugh that shook his body, and he rested his head onto Link's neck. "So he speaks! This is truly becoming more and more fun with each passing second. Tell me, what is your name, boy?"
When Link didn't answer right away, Ghirahim let go of his wrists and grabbed onto his arms, shaking him roughly. The movement happened so quickly that Link didn't have time to prepare, and his head whipped back and forth uncomfortably, sending a jolt of shock from his head to his toes. He refused to make a sound that resembled any weakness, so he bit down on his lip refused to let out the groan that rested on his tongue. Ghirahim stopped shaking Link finally and placed his hands back onto Link's wrists, squeezing them tightly enough for them to make sick popping sounds. Link gritted his teeth, determined to not say anything. Ghirahim continued squeezing Link's wrists. "When someone asks for your name, it is rude to ignore them, and I frankly do not care for rude people." He whispered threateningly into Link's messy blonde hair.
Link was growing tired of this. Seeing his chance to strike, he threw his head back with all of his might, connecting solidly with Ghirahim's forehead. The demon lord let out a sound of surprise and immediately loosened his grip on Link's wrists. Link lunged forward, effectively breaking the hold that had kept him indisposed for what seemed like ages. He continued running forward until there was a safe amount of distance between him and Ghirahim, and then turned on his toes to face his enemy. Ghirahim was slightly bent over with both hands clutching his forehead where Link had made his mark. With a smirk, Link readied himself in his fighting stance, his sword pointing towards the demon lord challengingly. "My name is Link," he spoke with authority, his voice carrying over to Ghirahim's location, "and you will not touch Zelda, or me, for that matter."
Ghirahim's shoulders began to shake, and for a moment Link was sure that his opponent was crying, or very angry. But then the demon lord's amusement became audible, filling the room until his high pitched laughter was all that could be heard. Slowly Ghirahim rose to his full height, looking at Link with pleased eyes. He made no move towards Link, no attempt to close the distance between them. But the deadly look in his empty eyes was all it took for Link to back up with caution until his back thudded against the wall. The demon lord ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it over. Once he was content with his hair placement, he gave a smile at Link and raised his arm into the air. With an elegant snap of his fingers, Link found himself to be unmoving once more. After several attempts to break from from whatever bondage Ghirahim had placed him in, Link realized that his efforts were only making everything worse. Confused, he glanced down at his body to see chains made of red and yellow diamonds adorning both his wrists and ankles, holding him steadfast to the wall. When he tried to move even the slightest bit, the chains cinched up tighter, biting through his clothing and into his flesh. Link couldn't help but groan. 'Working hard to escape, only to get captured again.' He thought bitterly to himself as he watched Ghirahim take slowly yet deliberate steps towards him, like a predator stalking its prey. The thought of him being the prey made Link shake with anger; his heart beat furiously in his chest and he mentally scolded himself for allowing this to happen, for allowing himself to succumb to such tricks. By the time Link was done scolding himself, Ghirahim was inches away from his face, staring at him intently. Link fought to remain calm as Ghirahim dared to come even closer to the point where their noses were nearly touching. The close proximity between Link and the demon lord caused Link's breath to come out in uneven huffs, his cheeks becoming warm with embarrassment. Ghirahim made a sound of pleasure and placed a hand on the wall right beside Link's head, never taking his eyes off of Link. "And here I thought I'd be facing some submissive fool that didn't know how to fight back." He flicked his hair to the side, allowing Link to glimpse at the bruise that was already forming on the demon lord's forehead. "You proved me wrong, skychild. You know, I could easily use my healing abilities to fix this blemish that you've created on my face, but I much like it there. It makes me look tough, don't you think?"
When Link failed to answer, Ghirahim sighed and a frown formed on his lips. With his free hand, the demon lord took off Link's hat and, after throwing it to the ground without hesitation, twisted his fingers through his hair. "Link, is that what you said your name was?"
With a twisted smile, Ghirahim slammed Link's head back into the wall. Link's head gave a sickening crack, and he couldn't hold back the groan that escaped his lips when waves of pain shot through his body. He felt his knees grow weak with the promise of collapsing, but he wasn't able to crumple to the ground on account of the binds the held him in place. Ghirahim's hand left Link's hair momentarily and appeared in front of his face as he studied it; his glove was painted in crimson, and Link realized that the blow to his head must have cut him enough to make him bleed. Ghirahim simply shrugged his shoulders and placed his hand back onto Link's head. But instead of entwining his fingers into his hair as he had done last time, the demon lord gently ran his hands through Link's hair, careful to miss the wound that had been created on account of his actions. "Link, I don't like it very much when I talk to someone and they deliberately ignore me; I tend to get angry, and when I get angry, well, people tend to get hurt." He placed emphasis on the word 'hurt' as he allowed his fingers to brush against Link's wound, causing Link to wince. Ghirahim removed his hand from Link's head once more and placed a finger in his mouth, sucking Link's fresh blood from it. Link felt himself grow pale as Ghirahim repeated the process with each finger until all that was left on his glove was a faded red stain. The demon lord licked his lips and let a soft moan escape his lips. "Oh skychild, your blood…tastes amazing."
Ghirahim's long tongue slithered out of his mouth once more, lightly tracing Link's cheek. Link groaned and turned his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut in the process. "I…I wish you'd stop that." He murmured as Ghirahim licked up and down his face.
Ghirahim let out a small chuckle, but he didn't stop. Instead, he allowed his tongue to slide down till it was on Link's vulnerable neck. Link's breath sped up uncomfortably as Ghirahim gently licked his skin, and his heart raced uncontrollably. Ghirahim let out another moan and closed his eyes. "I can feel your heart beating…it feels so wonderful."
The demon lord placed his hands around Link's neck lightly and leaned forward till his mouth made contact with his exposed skin. Link let out a gasp as Ghirahim's mouth trailed small kisses up and down his neck, particularly where his jugular was. His kisses were followed by little bites; they hurt, but never broke the skin and only left small red marks to prove their existence. Ghirahim's cold lips made their way to Link's jaw line, and Link fought against the urge to moan. The very idea of experiencing pleasure from the demon lord caused Link's eyes to widen with shame; this was his enemy, and he was clearly using his sexuality as a weapon. 'I will not…let him win.' Link vowed to himself as Ghirahim continued to kiss his jaw line.
Ghirahim spoke, his lips never leaving Link's skin. "I know you are enjoying this, Link." His voice sent vibrations through Link's skin, causing him to blush again.
"No, I don't." Link said through gritted teeth, closing his eyes tightly once more.
Ghirahim smiled against Link's skin. "Well, perhaps you need a little more encouragement."
And before Link could react, the demon lord grabbed him by the chin so they were facing each other, and pressed his lips against Link's own.