Void's lips curled with disgust at that name. He was not Link, not his darker half, not his evil side, nothing. Calling his "Link", even if it was part of a larger designation made it seem as though he weren't his own being. Rage burned deep in his gut and he bared his teeth in anger.

"Don't call me that," Void hissed, his crimson eyes narrowed.

Sheik looked unfazed by this. He kept the blade at the Shadow's throat, coldly calculating his opponent's actions. Void made no move to attack though. He stood with his sword in hand, but made no attempt to use it. Something stirred in the back of his mind and he wondered how much Zelda actually knew. She'd given him her ocarina, the one Link had used many centuries ago, but she refused to tell him anything about the Twilight Realm, while the Spirit of Light had told him about the Mirror of Twilight and where it was. He couldn't help but wonder why.

"Why are you here?" Sheik asked coldly, the blade of his dagger pressed against Void's throat, biting into the flesh enough to draw blood.

"I could ask you the same thing," Void countered coldly.

Sheik glared at Void, but answered regardless, "I was sealed here when Zelda's soul was released from my body. This is where I've been ever since."

Sheik's grip tightened on his dagger as his spoke, his words were little more than a whispered. Void saw the anger in Sheik's eyes and felt some level of satisfaction in the fact that the Sheikah was angry. Recovering quickly, Sheik kept the blade pressed to Void's throat and sized him up.

"Why are you here?" His voice was accusing, but there was curiosity there too.

Void never had to explain himself to anyone and debated not telling the Sheikah the truth, but he nothing to lose from telling the other. Granted, Sheik wasn't likely to believe him, but what did it matter.

"The Spirit of Light sent me here," Void answered with contempt and distain in his voice.

Sheik's hand convulsively tightened on the handle of his dagger and he growled out, "Tell me the truth. Why did you come here?" He was shaking with anger. Such a lie was ridiculous to tell, especially from an evil entity. The Shadow was just that, a shadow of the noble Hero. He was made up of nothing but darkness, secrets, and lies.

Void glared at Sheik and raised his hand quickly, clamping his powerful hand down on the shadow warrior's forearm. "I told you," he growled, red eyes furious. "The Spirit of Light and you rdear Princess sent me here."

"You weren't sealed here, no one has since Zant took over," Sheik growled out. "You came here of your own free will."

"I did," Void replied, snapping with anger. "I came here for answers, not be interrogated by an abandoned puppet of the princess."

Sheik was furious. He moved to drive the blade into Void's throat, but Void drew sharply back, throwing up his sword and blocking Sheik's dagger. Sheik leaped back, using his greater speed and agility as he struck swiftly at Void, his attacks raining down with relentless swiftness. Void ducked and blocked Sheik's blows, parrying and growling with rage. He ducked and swung at the other, his sword barely missing the Sheikah. The two shadow warriors leaped and attacked, the sounds of metal striking metal rang out across the black plains of the Twilight Realm, echoing in the silence.

Void and Sheik stood panting. Void held his ground, he gripped his sword in his left hand and his shield was raised to block Sheik's attacks. Sheik crouched across from his, his dagger held tightly as they sized each other up. Void lunged forwards. He drew his blade back and slashed at Sheik's side. Sheik leaped into the air, just barely dodging the blow. He brought his dagger down in three swift slices, catching the side of Void's face and drawing red-black blood.

Void growled in anger at the feel of the blade drawing blood, but satisfaction also washed over him. He hadn't had a challenge like this since the last time he'd fought Link centuries ago. With a devastatingly powerful blow, he drove the hilt of his sword into Sheik's side and knocked the air from his opponent's lungs. Momentarily winded, Sheik crouched in front of Void, clutching his side. He glared up at the other, his red eyes shining with anger and defiance, but he didn't move.

"Finish it," Sheik growled his gaze boring into Void. Sheik knew he was defeated, but refused to be weak in his defeat.

For an instant Void hesitated. He was once more pinned down by Link, the Hero's blade at his throat. "End it," he spat, flecks of blood spattering the hero's cheek. The hero rose and walked away, sealing him in the chamber in which he'd been defeated. Shaking his head, Voice growled, "No."

Sheik froze gazed at him, confused and uncertain. Void withdrew his blade from where it rested against Sheik's neck and sheathed it. He stood up and spat, "Get up."

Sheik hesitated a moment and Void grew angry. In his confusion and frustration at his weakness, he hauled Sheik to his feet. Void had no idea what came over him, but he could fear like he had when Zelda placed her hand on his face. He hated the feeling of fear and grew angry at the fear and vulnerability.

In a moment's desperation, Void wrenched Sheik towards himself and carelessly pulled down the other's cowl. He was startled by Sheik's face. Sheik was, to put it simply, beautiful in his eyes. The other's red eyes were wide in shock. His tanned skin and golden hair made his a shocking contrast to Void's own black hair and his ashen grey skin. Void pulled Sheik flush against his body and crashed his lips into the other.

It was in desperation and fear if nothing else, but Void was made of shadows and darkness, lies and deceit, but also the darker sides of love and lust. He only served himself, but there was an underlying fear there too. Darkness was always considered evil, but it was also fear and in his fear, always masked by anger and blood lust, Void clung to Sheik, the way a young child would cling to their mother or a beloved possession in the midst of a storm.

Sheik only fought back for a moment, but he felt something else from Void, something other than lust and anger. It was fear, Sheik could feel him shaking as he drew his arms around the other's neck. His hands buried in Void's black hair and he drew in the familiar, but strange smell of Void. He smelled like Link, but different at the same time.

Void pushed his tongue into Sheik's mouth and fiercely mapped the unfamiliar terrain of the other's mouth. Sheik moaned as Void deepened the kissed and drew his tongue along Void's. Void dropped his hand to grasp Sheik through his skin tight pants. He stroked and massaged him through the fabric, feeling rather than hearing Sheik moan in response. Sheik thrust and ground against Void's hand; trying to increase the friction.

Pulling back from the kiss, Void drew his tongue across Sheik's exposed jaw and down to his neck where he sucked rather forcefully. He heard Sheik's moans and groaned in response. His erection was hardening and strained against his pants.

Sweating, Void pulled completely back from Sheik and looked the other in the eyes. Sheik was flushed and panting heavily, his eyes half lidded. Void's voice was soft as he said, "If you agree to this, there's no going back."

"I know," Sheik panted. His chest rose and fell enticingly. The lean muscles beneath Sheik's skin tight garments rippled as the Sheikah pulled Void close and to the ground where they stood. He kissed Void fiercely, equaling the desperation and force that Void had used earlier. He pushed his own tongue into Void's mouth and stroked Void's tongue drawing a moan from the other.

Sinking to the ground, Sheik pushed Void's hat from his and pushed the black, torn tunic over the Shadow's head, breaking the kiss to do so. Void shrugged off his undershirt and helped Sheik peel away his own skin tight garments.

Void's mouth and tongue trailed down Sheik's throat to his collarbone as he pushed the blue fabric away and sucked on the freshly exposed skin. He felt Sheik slide his hands across the pale skin of his shoulder and shuddered at the warm touch. It wasn't searing like Zelda's touch had been, but it was warm. Sheik gasped at Void's cold touch, but didn't shy away from it. Sheik ran his warm hands down Void's sweating back, though the skin was still cold to the touch and heard Void let out a sigh, his breath tickling Sheik's collarbone.

Void pushed the fabric of Sheik's outfit down to his waist and paused to look at the flushed and sweaty Sheik. His face was flushed red and his chest rose and fell as he panted. Void dropped his head and lapped at Sheik's exposed nipple, hearing the Sheikah moan; he brought his hand up to tough the other nipple and twisted it between his cold fingers. Sheik moaned and through his head back, though he gasped at the cold touch and moaned even louder. Sheik arched his back and thrust against Void's leg, grinding hard.

Sheik's moans filled the air as he felt himself getting close, Void's own moans mingled with his own. Void stopped sucking on Sheik's nipple and bowed his head, his teeth bared as he thrust head against Sheik's leg. He was shaking and sweating, getting so close, but Sheik brought him up short.

"Stop…stop…" Sheik panted, his sweaty and holding onto Void's shoulder. Void stilled his movement, his black hair hanging in his crimson eyes. Sheik pushed his skin tight garments all the way off and discarded the bandages while Void kicked his boots off and pushed his pants off.

Sheik lay on his back panting while Void eyed him. Sheik was magnificent, his lean muscle rippled under his tan skin, his golden hair fanned out across the ground, and his face flushed. Void dropped his head to Sheik's erection and drew his tongue across the bottom of it. Sheik moaned loudly in response. He thrust sharply up and moaned as Void licked the head of Sheik's erection, precum coating his tongue. The taste was foul, but Void couldn't have cared less. He closed his mouth around the head and began to suck, drawing more into his mouth. Sheik moaned loudly, thrusting into the back of Void's throat.

Void's own erection throbbed and dripped precum at the sounds Sheik made. But it was just before Sheik was about to cum that Void drew back. He heard an enraged more from the Sheikah as he drew back, wiping precum from his lips. Sheik lay on his back, panting, "Why?"

Void didn't answer, but put three fingers in his mouth and began to suck on them. He slid his tongue over his own fingers and shuddered at the feeling. He dropped his fingers from his mouth and placed them at Sheik's entrance. He push one finger in without warning and began probing the hot walls of the Sheikah.

Sheik gasped and closed his eyes as Void gave him little time to adjust before a second and third fingers were added. Void scissored his fingers and stretched Sheik's entrance. He thrust his fingers in and out, feeling for something. It was when he hit a certain spot that he heard Sheik almost scream that he struck the spot once more with his finger and withdrew them from the Sheikah.

He positioned himself and thrust into Sheik without warning. The fit was tight and he moaned at it. Sheik cried out though and closed his eyes against the pain. Void leaned over the other and pressed his lips firmly to Sheik's and pressed his tongue in, sliding it along the other's to entice a moan from him. Gripping Void's shoulder, Sheik moaned, "Move."

The order was given and Void drew almost all the way out and thrust sharply into the Sheikah. He heard a strangled cry melt into a series of moans as he thrust in an out, aiming for the spot he'd found. His erection throbbed painfully as he thrust and struck Sheik's "sweet spot".

He grasped Sheik's erection in his hand and began to pump it in time with his thrusts. They quickly grew erratic, though. Sheik dug his fingers into Void's sweat slick back and moaned loudly, his moans mingling with Void's. Sheik was about to cum and gasped for breath. He threw his head back, moaning incomprehensibly.

"Void," Void panted in Sheik's ear, giving him a name to cry out when he came.

Sheik said nothing, but moaned loudly as Void struck his prostate again and again. "Void!" He cried out, cuming hard in Void's hand. His erection throbbed and jerked as he came, the white liquid spraying across their chests and Void's hand. Void thrust hard, desperate for release only moments later, his voice joining Sheik's as he cried, "Sheik!"

Voice dropped his head, support his weight on his hands on either side of Sheik's head. He panted heavily, his breath mingling with Sheik's. He kept his eyes closed as his sweaty muscles trembled. He withdrew from Sheik, the other's breath catching in his throat as Void pulled out. Void did not collapse beside the other, but sat beside him, looking down at the beautiful Sheikah. He reached for his tattered cloak and drew it across the exhausted Sheikah and let his hand linger.

Void let his fingers linger on Sheik's cheek as he brushed the hair away from the other's sweaty forehead. His own crimson eyes were half lidded as he looked down at the other. A calmness washed over him as he gazed at Sheik. He felt strange without the fear and anger dictating his every move, but felt at ease, relaxed even.

He lay down beside the other, but didn't draw the cloak around himself. Sheik, who's eyes had been mostly closed until now, propped himself up on his elbow. He lifted part of the cloak, offering Void his own warmth. Void shook his head, "No, I don't need it."

Sheik sighed and shook his head. He knew that stubbornness, it was something Void and Link shared. Sliding closer to Void, Sheik threw the cloak over the both of them and pressed Void back until he laid back. Sheik closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. Void's skin was cold, but he laid his head on the pale shoulder regardless and closed his eyes. Sheik was quietly aware of Void wrapping his arms around him before sleep claimed him.

Void lay awake for a long while, staring up at the Twilight Realm's discolored sky. He felt a strange yearning for Sheik that wasn't the lust he'd just shared with the other; it was a desire to draw him close and not to let him go. Void closed his eyes and let sleep claim him for the first time in centuries.