This'll probably be a short story. Maybe.

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Purloined

"I… I…" Link tightly clenched his fists.

"Dark, come here!" Mr. Barten called from across the bar.

"Hold that thought," Dark momentarily stepped away.

His forehead creased; the blonde was dazed and his thoughts were muddled. The accumulation of stress and alcohol were not sitting well within his system. He pressed his palm to his temple as the full effect of the Romani milk slammed into him; he fell to his knees. "Oh, Goddesses, I don't feel good…" Link tried to cover his mouth, the pressure on his chest was overwhelming and his throat burned as acid ascended his esophagus. He spewed up, what appeared to be, chunky hummus on the granite tiles as he fell backwards. Dark held his back to the blonde as Link wiped his mouth. However, the ivory haired man turned just in time to see his victim faint.

…

"They say every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings… I wonder, where are yours?"

A bell chimed through the halls, echoing painfully in his skull. He pressed his palms to his ears and attempted to cry. Consciousness was on him before he could muster up the courage to face it. The blonde lay sprawled on dingy, cream sheets with misery breathing upon his neck. Light barely brushed the shutters, sparing his retinas but his torment didn't halt; he determined, having done it once, to never move his eyeballs again. A constant throbbing in his skull made the world before him pulsate. He felt as though a creature had clawed its way down his throat and perished in his intestines. Link held his stomach to relieve minor pressure as his disgruntled whines were raspy from his dusty, scorched gullet. He felt as though he had held a contentious discussion that culminated with him beaten meticulously by multiple, expertly used night sticks; his entire being ached. Link felt beyond terrible.

"Ah, you're awake," a voice spoke at the edge of his bedside. "You must feel like pure shit."

"Oh, man…" the blonde croaked. "Who the hell are you… and where the hell am I?"

"Stock Pot Inn; you don't remember?" he chuckled, rolling a pill between his fingers. "Well, that figures, considering how wasted you were last night. Barten wasn't exactly jumping to clean up your…"-he snapped his fingers.-"Bodily excretions, although, most of it coated you."

"Augh… what are you even saying?" the previous events suddenly knocked into his cranium, Dark replayed his alcohol induced confession, and a guttural groan escaped his lips. "Oh, you mother fucker."

"Ah, you remember then?" Dark grinned, pausing the tape. "You know, I'm still awaiting my answer..."

"I'm in no mood for this, you're an asshole," he stared at the bleak, cracked walls. "Goddesses, I fucking hate you."

"That's the hang over talking," he nonchalantly grasped Link's ankle, tugging him close until the blonde was at his waist, placing the pill between his lips. It took a moment for Link to register his state of undress. Dark pressed himself between his prey's thighs, tenderly cupping his flushed cheeks, squeezing them as he slid the little pill down his throat with a gentle kiss. "You're more beautiful than your profile…"

"You're a bastard…" Link felt nauseous as he choked, swallowing the pill; he was thankful he, at least, had boxers… that weren't his. "Oh, you're such a bastard… what the hell was that?"

"Something to ease the pain," his lips curled into a wicked smile. "So, what have you chosen?"

Agony hammered at his skull as he glared contempt into the man above him; his nerves grated, "What if I decide neither and run away?"

"Tsk-tsk," Dark pulled the blonde and manacled him to the headboard. "You're not going anywhere. If you recall, I'm an officer of the law."

Link furrowed his brows while the migraine sliced his head. He frowned, a feeling of uneasiness crept upon his chest as the man before him traced his abdomen, inching lower, and lower-

"I wonder," the detective hummed. "Do you feel the better option is eternal suffering until they allow death to take you, Hero? That is your title, no? The savior of Hyrule? My, my, what a sight you've become…" he held his hand on the blonde's heart. "You may have won the war but you've definitely lost the battle here."

"Screw you."

"Mhm," Dark grinned. "You know, I want to help you, Link… I know I may have come off as a bit… tenacious but I can assure that I have only good intentions for you."

A bitter stare put holes into the detective.

"I understand, you're confused but I do feel for you and…" his eyes seemed to momentarily narrow. "I do want you but there is something I need you to do; in terms of your dedication for me, of course, I have a job for you."

"… I never agreed to anything."

"I think your choice is pretty clear," Dark eased off him and reached under the mattress. He unfastened a large knapsack and lugged out an object, Link had found it to be indistinguishable with his overwhelming headache, wrapped in thin cloth; he felt sick to his stomach as explosions scattered his brain. The detective unveiled a violet straight blade with two crimson edges and a forest green hilt; it was a double edged titanium alloy sword. Etched into the center of the blade were black roses with a neon green outline. "I need you…" his eyes rolled playfully. "To… how should I put this? … Take care of someone."

"… What?"

"Yes, you see," Cagney stood up straight. He walked briskly to a chest in the corner of the room and placed the blade inside. He made a rolling gesture with his hand as if to thrust his thoughts back into mind and, soon after, steepled his fingers. "There is someone who I've found to be quite troublesome and you, Hero, are the only one who may assist me in my… predicament."

"I… who?" Link scrunched his brows; he felt the intensity of his headache decrease. "Why me?"

"Because you're skilled in combat and you were meant to be mine and, well, before I say another word," he sauntered over and caressed the blonde's cheek. "I need you to offer me a verbal contract where your life will be devoted to me."

"… And if I say no?"

"I'd relinquish you to the Royal Family, in which, you will be aptly tortured until they decree to terminate your miserable existence," Dark lightly tugged Link's ear lobe. "You're a reasonable man; what does common sense tell you?"

Link pulled at his restraints and bit his bottom lip, realizing after a few minutes of struggling, this man was not kidding, "… Fine, I will devote my life to you, Dark Cagney." His words spat venom as he turned away from the detective's touch.

"Wonderful," he clasped his hands and leaned to press his lips against the chained blonde's quivering ones. "Of course, with your amenable devotion, I desire more than just… tasks being fulfilled..." He lightly traced the hero's waistband. "I want you and, by the Goddesses, you cannot envisage the ways I yearn to ravage this gorgeous body…"

Link sputtered curses with a flushed face as Dark encroached upon a sensitive area. He curled into himself, repelling the touch of the ivory haired man who could only chuckle at the blonde's resistance. His crimson eyes roamed his trembling body, he licked his lips as he reached out to grab his tender buttocks and-

"Room service!" a knock came from the door. "I have those clothes you ordered… and breakfast!"

"Hold on!" Dark called out, pursing his lips. "… Not a peep from you, understand?"

Link could only breathe a sigh of relief as he felt the cuffs fall from his wrists. He rubbed them as Dark answered the door. A red headed woman placed their food on the table and handed the detective the clothes, mumbling her apologies as she left. "I called in a special order for you," he tossed folded garments onto the blonde's lap. Eager to no longer be in the nude, he immediately put on the outfit. He wore a green tunic and a silver buckled leather belt over a white collared, long sleeved shirt with golden beige harem pants. Between the tunic and his shirt was chainmail armor. He slipped on his brown boots that he had worn to work last night and was surprised as a pair of silver gauntlets were thrown at his face. Link glowered as he tugged them on. Dark handed him a sword belt and a brown leather scabbard as he retrieved the double edged blade from the chest. "Wear this."

"Are we… doing this now?" Link obliged.

"Well, I should give you the details first," he said, deciding to pick at some food. "You probably feel right at home with that getup."

"… Tell me," the hero pointed his weapon at Dark. "What's to stop me from killing you and escaping?"

The utterance of those last few words resulted in a plate flying at his face; he blocked it with the blade as it shattered into various shards as lumps of egg splattered with no bearing. Link was startled as he, in the flash of an eye, was slammed into the wall with the very sword he was given; Dark pressed it against his jugular vein, "Because, now you've come to realize I'm more than just a detective. My career has gone beyond cracking cases, I was a covert operative in Hyrule's forces and was trained to kill without a moment's hesitation; should you go against me… Well, maybe I'll reconsider the options I've given you and torture you myself…" Link's eyes were wide as he tried to keep still. His heart was pounding out of his chest as he held his hands up, signifying he meant no harm. Dark chuckled and stared deeply into those cerulean pools, whispering, "You're scared, aren't you?" The ivory haired man lifted the blade to his jaw and drew some blood to lap at the crimson liquid. "Yeah, I can see it in your eyes…" The hero's face burned as he maintained no eye contact, longing for his captor to remove the blade. Dark slammed his fist into the wall directly next to Link's head, causing him to jump, "You're a criminal, a liar. Never raise your weapon to me again, do you understand?" After receiving no response, he held the sword disturbingly close to his neck. "Do. You. Understand?"

"… I understand…" Link murmured.

"Wonderful," he smiled and ruffled his flaxen hair, putting the sword in his hand. "Now, let's get down to business!"

Against his better judgment, he sat down and sheathed the blade, "... Who am I after?"

"Grog, we have… business; he never fell through with his side of the bargain and I need you to put… an end to him," he rubbed his chin. "He is a threat to one of my core cases; a snitch, if you may, but lately he has been compromising my missions. He is no longer an ally."

"Why don't you just put him in jail then?"

"He's undercover at the moment, if I bust him, my work for the last three years will be torn asunder; I'm a relatively well-known detective and I've been given full authority to do whatever necessary to solve this case," he griped. "They've tried really hard to avoid us and they haven't realized just yet that they've been infiltrated. I need someone to go in and frame an enemy syndicate so that we can eradicate the source and cut off their destruction in Hyrule."

"What do they do?"

"Drug rings, I can't do this myself or my entire cover will be blown out the water," he scoffed. "I expect you to handle this task with ease, Hero, that is… unless you're incapable and aren't man enough to handle this assignment."

"I'm more than capable," Link scowled, crossing his arms. "… Ass. I thought you were on vacation."

"I am," an ugly grin plastered his face, "Any day away from Hyrule and all that paperwork is a vacation... Wonderful, you know, the moment I had set eyes upon you; I could tell you were special." He placed his arm around him and pulled the blonde close. "Now, let's go!" he caught Link in a choke-hold and dragged him outside the door.

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