This final installment of Hidden Desires is dedicated to the Anonymous, who gave me the inspiration to write this.

Warning: The following fanfic contains: Mentioned Smut/Lemon/Dark Themes and Rape.

Hidden Desires II

Link quietly picked at his breakfast, eyes downcast. It had been days since he had last eaten, but he couldn't bring himself to consume anything.

"Hey Link!" chirped Marth as he sat himself beside the hero. "You okay? You look rather peaky."

He was right, even Kirby had noticed the unhealthy look Link had to him. His blond hair had dulled as had his normally bright blue eyes. His skin had paled considerably, now a grey colour. Link had lost weight, his clothes now hanged losely from his body.

"I've just recovered from an unexpected illness," he would sooner be tortured than tell Marth the real reason he looked terrible.

"I thought so," Marth smiled sympathetically. "Ganondorf was terribly disappointed when you didn't show for the match Tuesday."

Link shrugged indifferently as he bit into a blueberry muffin, forcing himself to choke it down. It tasted terrible, well, at least to him it did. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying them. Marth attempted to start a conversation several more times before he eventually gave up, claiming that he had promised Ike that he would train with him.

After taking a few more bites out of his muffin, Link left the cafe and began to walk down the empty streets of Smashville. It was unusually quiet today, there must be a particularly important brawl today.

"Hey Link," crooned the voice of his tormentor, Fallen Pit, the terrible creature who had taken control of his best friend's body. "Where you going?"

"...I'm just walkin'," he mumbled, eyes focused solely on the ground.

"Remember," began the brunette. "Be back at the house before eight, I've got a new thing I want to try."

"...M'kay," Link sighed before brushing past Fallen Pit, not caring whether he had knocked him over or not.

The minute he had turned the corner, he angrily punched the wall, ignoring how his fist smarted painfully. Damn, he hated how he had submitted to Fallen Pit so easily. Link was not known for surrendering, but it had been hard to attack an enemy that looked like his best friend. Sure he and Pit had fought against each other before, but that was in the stadium where you never actually get hurt.

He hated how he had let Fallen Pit take advantage of him, how he had let him violate him. Link hated how he had shown weakness, remembering how he had cried out in pain as Fallen Pit had entered him.

"Damn, damn, damn!" he chanted angrily, punching the wall with each swear. "Dammit, I hate how he can get to me when he's not even here!"

Link bitterly continued to punch the wall until his fists were bruised and battered, blood flowing from the small scratches that marked his knuckles. Fallen Pit wouldn't be happy about that for sure, he would probably punish him for drawing blood from wounds that he had inflicted on himself, but whatever. He didn't care anymore.

"If only I hadn't have gotten drunk that day," he snarled. "I wouldn't be in this mess."

It had began two weeks ago, when he had so foolishly gotten drunk. He remembered losing consciousness and awakening to find himself tied to Pit's bedpost. Link closed his eyes, remembering how badly it had hurt when Fallen Pit had first entered him. He shuddered silently, remembering how searing pain had coursed through his body as Fallen Pit had began to thrust.

After Fallen Pit had finished relieving himself, he had pulled out Link and left to wash himself. Link had remained tied to the bedposts, naked and vunerable. He returned minutes later and allowed Link to cleanse himself, an odd emotion in his eyes. He had thankfully bathed, Link could remember how dirty he had felt. As soon as he had finished, Link found that he was locked inside the privy, though Fallen Pit had left him a fresh pair of clothes. Two hours past, then those two hours became five.

Link had fallen asleep on the floor, curled up in fetal position atop a mound of towels. Fallen Pit had gently waken him and had lead him to his bedroom where Link had gratefully collasped upon his own bed. He had found that Fallen Pit had once again locked himself inside his bedroom. The door only opened the next day and that had been so Link could eat the food given to him.

It was almost kind of Fallen Pit to allow Link a day to recover, though the morning of the third day, he was rudely awakened by the feel of water against his flesh.

"Strip," Fallen Pit had ordered.

Link had been quick to obey, mind still groggy. He had then scrambled onto his hands and knees when told to do so, not counting on Fallen Pit to enter him so abruptly. He had cried out, tears welling in his eyes. How could he had been so weak? So quick to submit to a boy that he could have so easily hurt. It had happened again and again, each time he had submitted with out a fight.

Upon remembering such events, Link snapped. What the hell was wrong with him? He was the Hero of Time for Nayru's sake! Link hadn't been fazed when he had fought Ganon, the King of Darkness (well, not as much as an average person would be)! He wouldn't put up with such abuse any longer! He would find away to rid of Fallen Pit and save his friend and nothing was going to stand in his way. He was Link, Hero of Time after all!

I don't really know what to make out of this. It was written on a whim and while I was messin' around with my little brother and his friend so it probably isn't as good as it could've been. So, I hoped you liked it and all that jazz. Thanks for reading, by the way!

~Yu-Chan