Fan Fiction ❯ Eclipse ❯ Sunset ( Chapter 1 )

ECLIPSE
WARNINGS: This contains rather explicit YAOI (male/male) sexual scenes. If you do NOT appreciate homosexuality, the mention of certain appendages and what can be done with them, GO AWAY. I cannot stress ENOUGH how much you should piss off if you do NOT LIKE HOMOSEXUALITY and/or SEXUAL CONTENT. Also, if you find the idea of Link/Sheik/Dark Link being homosexual disturbing (although, you'll notice, there's not one scene in Zelda that defines their sexuality) ALSO GO AWAY. If you find Sheik x Dark Link disturbing ALSO GO AWAY. If you continue reading after this and flame me, that means you're an illiterate idiot. Ha.

AN: Erm. I sounded evil, didn't I? I'm just sick of being flamed. Anyway…one day, as per usual, I was browsing through kacfrog's Deviantart site, and I noticed a certain comment; Dark Link x Sheik is so sexy! And you know what? That's ABSOLUTELY RIGHT!! YAY-…sexy…ahem. *tries to stop drooling* Non con Dark Link x Sheik (Rape, if you're mentally challenged). Heavy Link + Sheik, most of the basis of the "plot" (or what my sadistic mind thinks is mildly plot-like). I just thought this was a new pairing (I'm not too keen, I'm a Shink-shipper, people) and it was a new idea. Probably one shot, kind of angst-y, probably gore…did I mention that this had sex? Sex? SEX? Er…anyway, if I get enough reviews I may think of doing a few more chapters to wrap it up (damnit, this is looking so very likely). Sorry to scare everyone…*looks around…notices everyone has run screaming from non con Yaoi* Ooh, and Sheik is SHEIK, not Zelda, he's all man, baby! ^_-

DISCLAIMER: Words are mine. Wow. Nintendo is not mine. Wow. SHEIKISMINE-*cough*, I mean, none of the characters are mine.

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The morning sun had just begun to filter through the bedroom window of Lon Lon Ranch. The gentle rays were comforting, caressing the soft, tan skin of Sheik's face. He quietly groaned, before turning over, nestling into his lover. Sheik was a notoriously heavy sleeper, Link had been known to awaken the lithe Sheikah with icy cold water, unceremoniously dumped on his honey coloured hair.

Thus, the warm sunlight was not nearly enough to wake Sheik, the handsome harpist, the poet of Shadows…the heavy sleeper. A gentle smile was curving his lips, he appeared peaceful in his sleep, a change to the tense warrior Link, the rest of the world even, was used to. It was secret, no-one knew who always graced his dreams…with the exception of the Hero of Time. It was Link himself who starred in the every thought of Sheik.

From the moment ruby had met sapphire in the Temple of Time, Sheik had been infatuated with the Hylian. It was the rare mixture of innocence and maturity that had caused Sheik to fall in love with Link…and the aura of justice that radiated from him…not to mention he had a very pleasant body to look upon. Sheik smirked, even in his slumber, and his arm wrapped itself around the Hero's waist.

Through the sticky tangle of blankets around them, Link felt Sheik's comforting touch. He sighed, his eyelashes fluttering in happiness. He was almost awake, but last night's activities kept the Hero in a tired, deep sleep. Not to mention his injuries from the Fire Temple…Link gave a small mewl of pain as Sheik's fingers brushed against one of his larger wounds.

This, in itself, would not nearly have been enough to wake Sheik…but the sound of pain in his lover's voice, combined with the irritating cuccos crowing so early in the damn morning made his eyes slowly, drowsily open. Sparkling ruby inspected the room, Sheik felt reassured. He was in his own bed, with his Link…

"Link?"

Sheik's voice was half slurred, tired and hoarse, half from the previous night, and mainly because of the early hour. Sheik was fond of staying in bed with Link for hours and hours, until noon. Unfortunately, Link being the Hero of Time, meant that certain liberties had to be removed. Such as staying in a warm bed with your beloved.

At the sound of Sheik's familiar, low voice, Link's whimpering stopped. He wrapped his arms around Sheik, holding him close, snuggling into his calming body heat. Link's ocean blue eyes almost started to drift shut again, when Sheik's fingers tightened on his side, possessively, as he often could hold Link. Link, pained from his wounds from Volvagia, gave another strained whimper.

"Link? Love? Did I hurt you…?"

A nervous, unconvincing shake of the head was the answer.

"Oh, Hero, I'm so sorry…you should be with a healer, with those injuries…"

Sheik was worried about Link, the injuries he had sustained from the Fire Temple were very severe. Link had fainted from blood loss several times the previous day, and it had only been Sheik's gentle music from his harp, and potions that had kept him from serious trouble. Link still had multiple, angry looking sores, cuts, and what Sheik suspected was a few broken bones…It was clear the Hero of Time was not going to be conquering temples for quite some time, with his injuries…

But Hyrule, on the other hand, could not wait for his recovery. With the Zora Kingdom in peril, the Water Temple merely half-way done, Zoras and, most probably Princess Ruto were in danger. And nothing could be achieved against Ganondorf unless every single one of the sages was alive. If Ruto perished from the danger her land was in, Hyrule was doomed.

It was a damn irritating situation.

Link was far too unwell to do any heroic deeds, without having to be caught from his numerous fainting fits in Sheik's arms. And his wounds made huge weak points. If Link entered the Water Temple, he would surely be killed by anything, the tiniest Octorok, even. It was even mildly shameful just to think about the Hero being murdered by something that spat constantly.

Link couldn't go…but what choice did they have? Without Link, Hyrule was doomed. If Link went, Hyrule was also doomed. Win-win situation for Ganon, maybe…

A frown was marring Link's beautiful features, he hated being so helpless. He was used to playing Hero, he was used to battling. What he wasn't used to was being protected like this…shielded from temples. Link would have rather he go. But Rauru, and Sheik especially, had been insistent on Link staying safe and well tended to at Lon Lon Ranch…and Sheik had been all too eager to stay with the Hylian.

Sheik's long, elegant fingers stroked Link's cheek, relaxing his worried expression. Sheik knew Link felt guilty, helpless even. And Sheik would have rather he, himself, die, before allowing Link to feel bad. Sheik would do anything for his beloved, all he needed was the word.

"It's not your fault, Link, please…"

Sheik whispered, sadly. Link's eyes cast down, and he looked away from the Sheikah.

"They'll die, won't they? And what will this have been for? My lost childhood…? Everything…"

Link's sapphires momentarily swam with tears, making them sparkle even more in the dawn light. Sheik, his sandy eyebrows knit together with worry, held Link even closer, careful to avoid his numerous wounds. His hands gently wandered down Link's bare back, stroking the pale flesh, trying to reassure him. Link shivered under his caress, his head nuzzling into Sheik's tan neck.

"…love you…"

However many times Link had said it, it brought Sheik unending happiness to hear those words from the soft pink lips of Link, the Hero of Time. Link stretched out into Sheik's embrace, slightly stiff and cold from the icy morning air. Why Malon left the window open at night was anyone's guess…the poor cows must be traumatized by the noise now, Sheik thought ruefully.

Link gave yet another sharp cry of pain, his leg having cramped yet again. Running non stop around the inferno of the Fire Temple, and then coming back to the cool air of Lon Lon ranch could do that to you. Sheik whispered soothing words in his ear…Link's expression was pained, and Sheik tried yet again to calm him. Link's lips moved silently, his eyes shut with pain. Sheik stared pensively at the window, out to the stable for a minute.

Shortly, Link felt Sheik's warm arms encircle his waist, pressing his down on the mattress. Despite Link's pain, the position, and Sheik's lesser built body next to his excited him. Sheik gently began to massage Link's thigh, loosening the taut muscles, his soft touch relaxing Link's muscle stiffness…as for Link's other stiffness, it pressed into the bed, unattended to. Sheik's hands were relaxing, familiar…Link adored Sheik's touch.

Sheik's mind was still racing, as his hands kneaded Link's calves, liking the feel of Link's skin underneath his palms, feeling his very muscle relax. What could he do to help…? He would do anything for Link's benefit, even put up with his atrocious habit of wandering into other people's houses and randomly smashing their pots, and stealing their rupees.

"Mmm…Sheik…"

Link purred underneath him, enjoying Sheik's company thoroughly. His arm snaked around to Sheik's firm backside, pulling him further onto his back. Sheik gave one last frantic swat at Link's legs, hoping to have at least helped with some of the pain, before the feeling of Link between his legs clouded out all thought process. Link felt Sheik's rapidly growing arousal against his bare back, before he turned around.

Link looked into the eyes of his lover, before gently pressing their lips together. Sheik's rubies gently drifted shut, enjoying the beauty of the moment. Link's lips were soft against his own, and he felt a sense of belonging…yes, it was with Link, where he belonged.

Sheik's hands wandered lower on his Hero's body, as Link's tongue pressed pleadingly against the seam of Sheik's.

"Link? Are you awake? Breakfast's nearly ready…"

Malon's voice drifted through the door and they froze. Malon didn't know of the Hero of Time's 'perversion', the only other who did was Zelda. It was best for Hyrule if they didn't know about he and Sheik, at least, not until his quest was over. It was clear Malon was not coming in, after a few seconds, and Sheik pressed himself against Link's warm body.

"Thank-you, MAAAAH-…lon…"

Sheik extricated himself, away from Link, ignoring the disappointed whimpers. He had to get dressed…and figure exactly what to do about this temple business.

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Malon had politely ignored both boys' flushed cheeks, and suspicious bulges in their pants (or tights, respectively) as they wandered down the stairs, close to each other. It was obvious just how much Sheik cared for Link, and how much he wanted to help him, protect him…love him…so Malon had turned a blind eye. As gorgeous as Sheik was, she wanted him to be happy…so, that sadly cancelled out her flirting with either of the attractive men.

"Good morning, Malon…"

Sheik called down the stairs, airily. As long as he had Link by his side, all was right in his world. Malon's cheeks were slightly pink, and she smiled at Sheik. To her disappointment, she had never caught Sheik without his mask on… He was so much more appealing without his mask; it destroyed his ominous appearance, while he still managed to seem just as mysterious, sans mask. Malon wasn't even sure she knew the real Sheik. She was just happy to be sharing a house with such an intriguing man.

Link 'discreetly' brushed his arm against Sheik's leg, his look of adoration was impossible to hide. Having skipped over most of his teenage years, Link was as sweetly easy to read as pie. Amusing for most. Irritating for the Hero of Time. The poor Hylian was still trying to catch up on all the information he had missed during his lost years. He had only just recently learnt that watching Teletubbies wasn't standard seventeen year old behaviour.

Malon glanced over her shoulder, preoccupied with preparing scrambled cucco eggs. Link and Sheik were sitting sinfully close to each other, brushing stray locks of blonde hair from the other's face, sharing glances. She smiled to herself, as she looked back to her task. Love entranced her. Malon had not yet found herself attracted to anyone (apart from the ridiculously good looking two boys in her house), so she merely watched others. Link and Sheik were an interesting example, their love was pure and true.

However, most of the other females in Hyrule would be dismayed to find out their Hero had been snatched away…by another man. Link had been surprised to find out Zelda's calmness toward him and Sheik. Most people seemed to think Link and the Princess should be together, however, they both disagreed. Zelda merely saw Link as the Hero of Time…and her friend. She had made for certain that no-one would find out of their relationship, if it was the way Link wanted it.

Malon cheerfully set breakfast down, her flaming red hair shimmering in the early light. She knew of Link's situation, and that of the Water Temple. Her only desires were that Link stayed well, and healing, but of course, she also was loyal to her land. She thoughtfully bit into her eggs, while pondering.

Link was absently watching her, from the opposite side of the table, his free hand brushing Sheik's arm affectionately. He found himself wishing it was the cucoo itself that Malon was eating. Link had learnt to hate the feather-balls that terrorized him, both with their sharp beaks and their infuriating clucking sounds. He snorted with irritation at the thought of them. Sheik merely kept on steadfastly making his way through his food.

Link, feeling the silence, cleared his throat.

"Malon, how's Epona?"

Malon was surprised at Link speaking without a few nervous pauses, and beamed, only too happy to start babbling about her favourite mare. Sheik distantly watched them, his considerable mind ticking away. Sheik wasn't too keen on Epona, for many reasons. One, she tended to spit/trample/irk Sheik somewhat. There was also the fact that Sheik liked being the only thing between Link's legs.

Sheik watched Malon and Link, intent on discussing horses, with indifferent interest. He dipped into his eggs with his fork, his long fingers looked especially graceful wrapped around the implement. What if someone else took Link's place…and completed the Water Temple while Link was healing? Yes, it was a perfect idea, he concluded…but who? There was a lack of brave and heroic men in Hyrule. Sheik blamed it on the promoting of musical instruments that required putting them in your mouth and blowing them.

Sometimes, he felt it was only Link and himself, the only people who were even remotely capable of-…his crimson eyes sparkled with the dawn of realization. They widened, and his face broke into a smile.

"Link, I could take your place, I could complete the Water Temple for you, you must heal!"

Link's eyes widened considerably, and he coughed up half chewed egg all over the table, while Malon gave an irritated frown. Sheik stroked Link's back, as he tried desperately to regain his breath, and wipe some saliva off the table.

"Sheik, you'll be killed! You can't breathe underwater, the creatures will destroy you, you'll get hurt-…"

Link's voice trailed off, in a sad, motherly fashion. He knew Sheik would get his way. Sheik wouldn't let anything, or anyone stand in the way of protecting Link, even Link himself. Sheik would do anything for his Hero…even this, it seemed. Link's expression filled with worry. He would never forgive himself if Sheik was killed doing this for him.

Malon simply eyed the two of them as they argued about who would get hurt in a protective, half possessive manner. At least there was an answer…a good one, too. Sheik's talents were not to be underestimated…he had a sharp mind, not to mention his huge range of weapons, and his speed. Sheik may have looked weak, but he was far from it. He was not chosen to be the Royal Messenger for nothing.

Link gave up, with an explosive sigh, his sky blue eyes rolling to the ceiling. He knew Sheik would insist…and he had some faith in the Sheikah…he just didn't want his beautiful lover to get hurt.

"I'll get out my silver scale…"

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Sheik was sitting smugly on a box in the stable, an hour or two later, while Link was sorting through his equipment. He was happy, he could help…not to mention he had gotten his way over the larger, shyer elf. He absently whistled the Bolero of Fire, as he closed his eyes in contentment. Sheik liked nothing better than a bit of adventure, he was more than happy to fill in for Link.

Link's blonde head was almost hidden, intent on his work, sorting through all sorts of weapons. He had decided that all Sheik would need was his silver scale, and maybe his bow and arrow. He was certain Sheik's numerous daggers, whips, to name a few would be far more powerful than anything he could offer. And the Master Sword would not leave its master…so it was one gift Link could not present to Sheik.

Link was soon trying, in vain, to attach his silver scale to Sheik's arm, but the Sheikah was distracting him with soft kisses, and grabbing Link's own arm. He finally succeeded, before pulling away.

"This is serious, Sheik…"

"I know."

Sheik replied, airily, brushing Link's arm again. Link's eyes sparkled in return to the smaller one's touch, but his mouth remained stern. The Hero of Time's job was not one to be taken lightly, and if Sheik did so, Link hated to think of the consequences…he shuddered, and pushed images of the Sheikah slumped over one of the platforms, drenched, his eyes unseeing…dead…

Sheik gave the Hylian a reassuring smile, as his grasped the Hero's hand tightly in his, while he retrieved the silver scale. Stray strands of blonde hair flew out behind him, as Sheik turned to Epona. He wasn't mad on having to ride the damn thing to Lake Hylia, but it seemed he had no choice. It was better than walking…right? Right!?

Epona's ears instantly lay back as Sheik placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, stroking her. She squealed irritably, and Sheik nervously took a step back. The only person the mare took to was Link, and occasionally, Malon. Link gave the nervous boy a comforting smile.

"Thank you so much for doing this for me…"

Link whispered, as he embraced the Sheikah. This was one person he didn't need to always play Hero to. It was with Sheik that he could be himself, relax. Sheik's arms wrapped tightly around Link's waist, he was suddenly scared. Of what, he didn't know, but he felt himself slipping away, he didn't want to leave Link…

Eventually, the Hylian disentangled himself from the Sheikah's arms, giving him a soft kiss. Link's lips were bliss against his own, and it was hard to pull away. Finally, Sheik found himself mounting Epona again, avoiding her snapping teeth, and started to move away, leaving Link farther and farther behind.

'If I'm helping Link…why does this feel so wrong…?'

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The steady beat of Epona's hooves calmed Sheik somewhat. His own heart was pounding in his chest, as his heels nudged the stubborn horse along. He had done many things like this before, Sheik had killed before, Sheik had been splattered with others' blood…

Why do I fear danger now…?

Sheik didn't know the answer. Sheik wasn't even sure if he had been right to embark on this question. He let out a loud cough, more to comfort himself than anything. Epona whipped her head around and gave him a fierce look. Sheik meekly stopped his noise, however comforting it had been.

Hyrule field stretched out in front of him, and Sheik's uneasiness faded somewhat. The late morning light filtered onto the grass, and it was crushed under his mount's hooves. He felt the weight of the silver scale on his arm, and sighed peacefully. It would be nice to have some time to himself…

He wrapped his bandaged hands around Epona's snowy mane, always on the look-out for her antics. When out of Link's sight, she was liable to act like someone had shoved the previously mentioned cucoo up her rear (although Link really wished they would disappear somewhere.)

Her gait rocked Sheik back and forth slightly. Sheik's cheeks heated up somewhat, thinking back to the previous night, with Link. He was awfully glad he was alone, the colour of his face would have been hard to explain. For not so long now, Link and Sheik had been giving each other physical pleasure as well, which both parties were thoroughly enjoying.

(The cows, however, just wondered what all the noise was about up there.)

Nevertheless, Sheik had never exactly taken his love. Link was still young inside, and Sheik had no intention of frightening the Hero. He wanted it to be perfect, and most of all, he wanted Link to enjoy it. His recent injuries had set them back somewhat, and Sheik was growing quietly impatient.

There had been no-one before Link, and there would be no-one after Link, and no-one in between Link. So, needless to say, Sheik was still a virgin. However, after Sheik had completed the Water Temple, and Link had been healed…well, the Sheikah had other ideas…the boy smiled and patted a copper shoulder.

Epona broke into a hasty trot, the wind making her tail stream behind her. Sheik's hands tightened even more on her mane, his apprehension growing yet again. She snorted, and shied away from a poe, and Sheik was roughly bumped against the front of her saddle. His cheeks turned a brighter shade of red when he realized he had been thinking about Link far too much, and he kicked Epona on, trying to force the spike of arousal in his groin far, far away.

Sheik tensely gripped Link's mare's mane even tighter, and Epona snorted, before breaking into a rocking canter, shaking her head. The pressured boy tried hard to keep his mind off Link, or more importantly, Link and s- "Shit, Epona…" He muttered under his breath as the mare gave a half buck, enjoying the grass under her feet. Epona broke into a gallop, glad to be free of the stable.

The wind whipping around Sheik's face, and the lake approaching only made his nerves worse. Something was wrong...only he wasn't sure what. He wrote it off as stupid, childish fear and his eyes hardened as he caught sight of the lake. He had to do this for Link!

The very thought gave him heart, as he felt Epona easily clear the fences that led to his destination. No matter what, he had to complete this temple…for his Hero's sake. Epona landed with a large thump, and proceeded to squeal and prance all the way down the sand. Sheik's nerves increased, and he cautiously dismounted the irritable mare.

Sheik caught sight of the Temple, thoroughly underwater…he took a deep breath. This shouldn't present any sort of challenge…Sheik carefully extended a hand to pat the horse goodbye, only to have that black muzzle open to reveal teeth. Teeth that closed on Sheik's hand.

Sheik yelped with pain, and gave her a glare as he made his way down to the water's edge. He could see the Water Temple clearly now…and the sense of dread in the pit of his stomach did not fade.

'Link…just think of Link…'

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Sheik didn't like the sound of dripping water. He never had. And he really wasn't enjoying that sound at that moment. It sounded somehow sinister, as if warning him…warning him of something…

Sheik snorted. It was ridiculous. All that dripping water could warn anyone of was that their icy pole was melting, and fast. He was already soaking wet, from swimming down to reach the temple, and now, from making his way up to this upper level.

Sheik shivered, and wrapped his arms round himself. He had developed a whole new level of admiration for Link right now. Nasty sea creatures, cold water, damp clothes, and the sound of dripping water really wasn't Sheik's idea of a good time. Nevertheless, he had to help Link. That was the only thing that pressed him on, Link…

Rivulets of water ran down Sheik's cheek, making him even more cold…oh, what he would have given to be in Link's arms…he berated himself, Link needed his help and bad. All it would take was an image of Link, dripping blood, coughing weakly, and Sheik would find himself concentrating on the task at hand.

Sheik ran his hands over the sculpted dragon, trying desperately to make the door open…he gave a little sound of annoyance, deep in his throat. He was cold, wet, miserable, worried about Link, and tight clothing was not good for swimming. Just what he needed; doors that were a bitch to open.

Sheik gave a small sneeze, and prayed he wasn't developing a cold. All of a sudden, the great doors split open to reveal the next room. Sheik took his hand off the dragon, his eyes wide with disbelief. People with hay-fever should get along just fine in temples, he thought bitterly, and edged his way along the ledge to the platform.

That sense of foreboding increased tenfold, and Sheik's stomach whirled. Something…wrong…something very wrong... Sheik took a step toward that room, and the chilling laughter heard inside made his senses tingle.

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The room seemed to stretch on forever. The empty, cold, grey sky seemed to have no end as far as one could see, and Sheik's eyes were sharp, and young. He shuddered; there was just something so unnatural about that sky, about the room in general…he looked to the floor.

He was up to his ankles in cold, shallow water. It was as clear and emotionless as the sky, and it made Sheik's nerves even worse, if that was even possible at that point. He shivered, not just from the low temperature of the water. The room had nothing…it was so…empty…so…cold…

Sheik glanced around, there had to be more than a room with no beginning, let alone end. All he found was a tree, in his sight. A dead, black tree, half shrouded in the light mist that enveloped the entire room. It was so lifeless, the room, the tree…Sheik hated it. Sheik was a creature of life, and light, and he found his skin prickling at the emptiness. It was like a winter that never ended, here…

Very cautiously, Sheik took a step forward, trying to explore the odd room before deciding to head the other way. At least, that was his intention. Sheik took another step, and another, growing more confident. All it was, was a room. Just a room…Sheik tried to soothe himself as he elegantly stalked his way up to the tree.

Nothing was there. It seemed like nothing had ever been there, and nothing ever would. Sheik turned around, satisfied. He made his way back to the door, his feet making small splashes in the icy water. It was then that he realized the door was locked…closed…

Sheik felt that familiar tingle of fear, and slammed his bodyweight against the door, in vain. Then he heard that chilling laugh again…it sounded…it sounded like he had heard it before, but this was different…this laugh had no joy, only bitterness and evil.

Thoroughly scared, Sheik turned from trying to pry the door open. A figure had appeared, next to the dead tree. What was even more bone-chilling was that this man looked exactly like Link…well, no…His head tilted up, the shadow from his hood disappearing and revealing his face, wearing a creepy grin.

Dark, midnight black hair fell from the hood, falling over his face. It was the same style as Link's, only the colour was dark…so very dark. As dark as Link's was light. The Shadow's face was identical to Link's, apart from the slightly darker skin tone, and the twisted look of evil spread across its face.

It was like…totally…like…whoa…an evil Link…!? Hold the phone… (Extracted from Thana'al's thoughts during the game)

The very thought struck terror into Sheik's bones. Link was no easy opponent. Sheik knew that he, himself, could easily be killed by the Hero. Except Link's strength was only used for good, and only for violence if absolutely necessary. Sheik trusted Link…this monster, however…

The style of clothes was still identical, the same tunic was wrapped around the copy's body, only again, in the blackness that seemed to be Dark Link himself. Sheik found his eyes wandering all over this strange creature's body, amazed at his Link, his dear Link, looking so twisted…

His tights were a steely grey, and Sheik promptly looked up from them. This was his opponent, obviously, and he didn't want him to think…things that weren't true. The young Sheikah found himself looking straight into those icy blue eyes. He shivered, terrified, and drew his daggers, taking a step back.

"Who-…who are you…?"

Well, yes, it had only occurred to Sheik then.

His voice was unsure, unsteady, and the very opposite of bold. He tried hard to keep looking into those emotionless, creepy pale blue eyes. This wasn't Link…no matter how much it looked like him, Sheik decided.

"I am Dark Link, I was sent here by Ganondorf…"

His voice was cool, calm, and just as lacking emotion as the rest of him. It was still like his beloved Link's voice…only colder, harsher, as if all the softness had been ripped out of him. It was unnerving. Dark Link's lips twitched into a smile, as he glanced at the sopping, tense Sheikah.

"I see my other half has excellent taste…"

Dark Link purred out. Sheik's muscles tensed even more, and his fierce gaze met the cool one of the Shadow's. Sheik's cheeks were starting to stain pink slightly, knowing the darker was speaking of his body. His mouth opened, and he tried to say something intelligent in reply, but failed. He had been scared out of his wits.

"Nothing to say? Odd of you, oh Poet of Shadows…"

He was mocking him, and Sheik bristled.

"How do you know who I am!?"

Dark Link gave that disturbing smile again, leaning back against the tree. He did not reply, leaving Sheik's mind racing, and his limbs trembling. This was obviously not going to be an easy opponent, and Sheik wasn't so sure he wanted to be here anymore…pity his warping magic didn't work in temples, he thought.

"I'm meant to guard what's through that door."

Dark Link spoke, casually, gesturing to the door behind him…it seemed it had just appeared. Sheik had sworn he hadn't seen it there before. Sheik had a horrible feeling he was going to need whatever was behind there to finish the temple…his features seemed strained, and Sheik looked even more edgy.

"Of course, I can always…make a few…exceptions…"

Dark Link looked over Sheik's tight clothing, licking his lips, his eyes glittering with lust. Sheik's eyes filled with fire. No-one used him like that, he gave his body to no-one but his precious Link. Sheik replied to the blatant come-on by edging his way to the tree again, his feet sloshing in the freezing water and spitting in that cold face.

Sheik was a well mannered boy.

Dark Link didn't seem that fazed at all, merely wiping his face. Sheik started to move past him, filled with new courage. Dark Link grabbed his arm, effortlessly holding him. He was unnaturally strong. His grip was bruising Sheik's arm, but he never made a sound.

"No-one goes past that door."

He said just as coldly. It was just fact. He would kill, without a single thought, anyone who even tried. Sheik scowled, and tried to wrench his arm away, failing. He was just too strong. Sheik hissed with annoyance, and bit, digging his teeth into the soft skin, extracting a mild sound of impatience from the Shadow.

Dark Link roughly grabbed the Sheikah's waist, that bruising grip there again. He was so very strong…

"I bet my other half doesn't…appreciate you properly, handsome bard…"

To add even more emphasis, the shadow's hands ran over the curves of Sheik's rear, squeezing, touching Sheik where he didn't want to be touched. Sheik gave a swift comment as to a pig and the shadow's mother, and Dark Link was momentarily stunned by a stinging slap from Sheik's hand.

Sheik took off, his skin was crawling from that touch, and threw himself against the door. With all his desperation, his fear, and his anger, he scraped at it. It did absolutely nothing. Nothing. As empty and fruitless as this room, as Dark Link…Sheik shuddered. It was as if that twisted form of Link had sucked all of the life from the room.

Sheik hurled himself against the door again, fear sparking in his veins. It only served to amuse Dark Link further, and that bitter cold laugh echoed through the room again. Sheik froze, his fingers still prying at the door. It seemed that Dark Link was even closer, without moving…

God, Sheik just wished he could shut his mouth sometimes and let Ruto die.

A muscular arm appeared in front of Sheik's eyes, against the door that he was trying so very hard to open, to release him from this nightmare…from this cold, cold room and the peculiar inhabitant…Sheik's hands stopped, frozen where they were.

The Shadow's other arm slammed against the door, on the other side of Sheik. Before he could whip around, slashing open that awful, brutal face, Sheik realized he was trapped against the door, by Dark Link's body. Sheik snarled, and threw himself back, violently. He nearly tripped, it having no effect on his captor.

Dark Link moved closer to the other body, and Sheik felt the other boy's straining erection, trapped by cloth, pressing against the tight clothing that restrained Sheik's behind. The young Sheikah was paralysed by fear for a moment. He now knew exactly what Dark Link wanted, and he had no intention of giving it to him. The only person who deserved the greatest gift Sheik could give, was the Hero of Time.

Sheik's fear dimmed, giving in to pure rage. He lithely swung his left leg back, its suppleness being so great that it could go so high as to crunch against Dark Link's groin. At the same moment, Sheik spun and the blade of his dagger sank into the evil creature's stomach, with a cry that came from deep inside.

It could have worked.

But Dark Link's arm, with the same strength as the man Sheik loved so dearly, connected with Sheik's stomach. The blonde staggered back, pain winding him for a moment. By the time Sheik could finally look up, without feeling like fainting, Dark Link was calming regarding him.

There was a dark stain of blood on his tunic, which was still seeping blood. The Shadow's expression showed no pain, only the emotionless mask that it always was. Sheik's mouth dropped, half in horror, at this monster. He rubbed his toe moodily.

"What do have in there, steel balls?!"

The smile was back, those cold eyes roaming over the damp Sheikah yet again. He trembled. He was doing this for Link, his beautiful Link, the Hero he would let take him. He wouldn't lose all he had to this foul creature…he couldn't…Sheik prayed desperately.

Dark Link took a step toward him, and Sheik charged again, determined not to let this filthy creature touch him. His dagger, still dripping with the other's blood…black blood…was firmly in Sheik's hand, and he tried to bury it in the Shadow's flesh again.

Ganondorf's minion was having none of it. He easily sidestepped the sharp blade, and grabbed Sheik's arm. As he twisted, there was a horrible crunch and a gasp of pain from Sheik. He was so incredibly, inhumanly strong…Sheik gasped for breath again, it was almost as if he had snapped his arm right in two with his bare hands.

Dark Link drew his sword, and with one swipe, he had sent Sheik skittering across the floor with the size of the blow. Sheik's speed slowed as his fingers dug into the ground, the water splashing on the floor, so close to his face, splashing into his eyes and making them sting.

Blinded, Sheik's hands dropped the dagger, nursing his face, his eyes. He could feel the warm drip of blood from his side…the other boy had drawn blood…by the dull pain, it was a great wound. Sheik winced, and through his foggy eyes, could see the stain of his blood marring his Sheikah clothing.

Sheik could also see the dark Shadow looming above him. Sheik snarled, and started to pick up his weapon again. Dark Link gave a 'tsk'ing sound, and his foot connected with the fallen Sheikah's back. Sheik whimpered, half in disbelief, and tried to stagger up again, he knew if he stayed on the floor this…monster…would surely get what he wanted.

The sharp sting of the sword connected with Sheik's cheek, and his head snapped to the right. Warm liquid trickled down his soft cheek, and Sheik's stomach clenched. He would rather die than have this twisted caricature of his beloved steal his virginity.

His spirit still strong, Sheik half sprang up, fierce growling coming from his throat. This couldn't…no, this wouldn't happen to him…

"I didn't want have to get rough, beautiful…"

Dark Link said sorrowfully, and with an elegant flip of his sword, drove it deep into Sheik's foot, pinning it to the ground. Sheik's shriek of agony rang out through the room, echoing and echoing…the sound of his pain didn't dim though, every cry was as filled with torment as the last as Sheik stumbled and hit the floor.

Sheik writhed on the ground, the blade solidly through his foot, causing pain he never imagined. His mouth opened and closed in silent exclamations. His eyes shut tight, and he gave a pitiful sound. After a while, Dark Link took mercy and drew it from the Sheikah's foot, where it had been impaling it, pinning his foot to the floor.

Sheik slumped, exhausted, the pain having sapped most of his strength. He gasped for breath, the blood streaming from his injured foot. Dark Link leant over him, tenderly brushing a strand of blonde from his hair.

"You'll behave now, won't you?"

Sheik gave a hoarse "NO!" and tried desperately to attack his captor. His last scraps of strength disappeared and he lay on the floor, in the freezing water, soaking the rest of his clothes. He just didn't have it in him…the Shadow saw the dull look in his eyes, and gently tore his mask away, revealing his face.

Sheik looked away, ashamed. He lifted up a blood stained hand, hiding his face, trying to spare himself from yet another humiliation. Only Link and Impa had seen his face, and he was proud to be a Sheikah, to have his identity shrouded in mystery. It was personal, his face…and this hideous dark creature was looking upon it.

Dark Link took those bloody hands in his own, holding them in a vice grip. His pale blue eyes studied Sheik's features, and the smirk that spread across his face told the humiliated Sheikah that the Shadow liked what he saw. A gloved hand caressed that smooth cheek, those icy eyes burning with lust.

"Someone as attractive as you is wasted on your "Hero"…tell me, bard, has he even done this…?"

The Shadow's hands held the back of Sheik's head firmly, feeling sticky blood from where he had landed rather violently. There was a pink tinge to the crimson eyed boy's cheeks, the shame of having his face showing…Dark Link crushed his lips against the soft one's of Sheik, brutally, taking, wanting…demanding…

Sheik gave a muffled sound of disgust, trying to pull away, hating the feel of this sick creature. Those dark lips were somehow similar to Link's…it was horrifying, such aggressiveness from the lips that had kissed him so gently before…No! Sheik screamed in his mind. This isn't Link…

The Shadow moaned into the kiss, his erection digging into Sheik's stomach. A fierce tongue plunged into Sheik's mouth, feeling the inside of the warm cavern. Sheik's back arched with disgust, half wishing he was dead. Dark Link's tongue flickered inside the poet's mouth, and with a grim finality, Sheik bit down on it. Filled with rage, fear, and the horror that this darkness might actually take him, Sheik bit it.

Blood streamed into Sheik's mouth, and the Shadow yelped and pulled away. Sheik tried to stand again, hot fear filling him. But, yet again, that steely arm grabbed his leg, making him crash to the ground again. The cold metal of the sword whirled through the air, before being smacked against Sheik's cheek, brutally.

The Sheikah's head snapped back, and blood ran down his face yet again. He bowed his head, the pain nearly making him pass out.

"Oh, Poet of Shadows, I could have made this much more pleasurable for you…had you been a good boy and behaved…"

Sheik's eyes screwed shut. He didn't want to think of it…this twisted form of his lover taking him, stealing what was rightfully Link's. He trembled, violently, and curled up pitifully.

"Please…no…"

The Sheikah's begging was weak, and his voice trembled. He felt those hot lips on his again, and a hand pushing him further into the freezing water. He cried out, as his sore muscles were pushed against the floor, his clothing becoming even more wet from the clear water.

Speaking of which, Dark Link's hands were wandering down his back, and swiftly pulled off Sheik's shirt. Sheik's veins froze, and his eyes snapped open. He was half naked, in front of this vile beast…the Shadow crawled onto him, and Sheik was ashamed to say his body heat made the biting cold less severe.

He felt a smouldering hot tongue flittering across his chest, before that familiar mouth attaching itself to his nipple. Tingles of pleasure shot down Sheik's spine, and his cheeks burned. That warmness engulfed his other one, making it pebble hard. Fiery pleasure roamed down to Sheik's lower regions.

Sheik weakly tried to fight back, yet again…it was to no avail. He had lost too much blood, and his arm was still hurting, from the Shadow's previous hold of it.

"No…no…I love Link…god, no…"

Sheik whispered, trying to force the darkness off him. Dark Link's hat had long fallen off, and those long strands of black tickled his chest, and the weight of his thighs was furthering his stiffness. Dark Link's pale eyes glittered again, as he attacked the unwilling mouth.

Cold hands wandered even lower, lightly pressing against Sheik's growing erection.

"Get off me…"

He snarled, his voice not his own, the animalistic quality was harsh and demanding. His dagger too far away, Sheik bit down on Dark Link's lip again, scratching, a last attempt to free himself.

Dark Link quietly and calmly stood up, expressionless. Sheik's heart lifted somewhat. Maybe he was free from this nightmare, maybe he could still be Link's…His heart sank yet again, as he watched the Shadow throw off his belt, and struggle out of his tunic.

Sheik whimpered, realizing there was no more hope, as he saw the evidence of the Dark one's lust, blatantly pressing against those grey tights, a wet spot visible. Sheik had not shed a tear during this episode. Sheik didn't fear pain, he didn't care what happened to him. It was Link…Link would never even look at him after this. He was ruined. Marked by darkness…

That was what made hot tears stream down Sheik's face, furthering the grin on the Shadow's face.

A familiar arousal appeared, as the steely grey tights were pulled down. Sheik's sobs increased. This wasn't Link…wasn't Link…He cried bitterly, quietly, his tears running into the cold water. Fully naked, the Shadow leant down on the Sheikah, straddling him. He cried harder when he felt the Shadow's arousal press against his own, making his own excitement increase.

Sheik's eyes closed again, as the last shards of his dignity were removed. Dark Link's hands ripped off his pants, and the Sheikah had no more clothing. He was as naked as the darkness above him, and it made his cheeks burn even more. Link would never want him now.

"L-Link…"

"Shh, beautiful…I'll make you feel better than he ever could…"

Sheik stammered out pleas, as the Shadow's arms wrapped around his bruised back. Sheik's blood spilled into the water, clouding it, from his numerous wounds…oh, it hurt…Sheik struggled feebly, kicking his legs, and crying out. Dark Link whispered "calming" words in his ear, making Sheik's neck prickle.

The Shadow grinded their hips together, their mutual arousals touching. A long moan escaped from Dark Link's lips, as their broke from their smirk. He had won. He had defeated this fierce, spirited Sheikah. He could feel his tears running down his shoulder, and laughed cruelly.

Sheik's eyes were dull, and his cheeks were bright with shame. His unwanted erection brushed against the Shadow's, and he bit his lip to stifle a sound of pleasure. He fell apart. Link would never ever want him, he didn't even know if he could look Link in the eye again…Sheik sobbed openly into the dark shoulder, his blood mingling with his own tears, and spilling into that cold water.

Dark Link shoved the broken Sheikah face first into the still water, ignoring the choked sounds, as he struggled to breathe with the icy water flooding his mouth. The Shadow had no concern. Sheik would live long enough to serve his purpose; to bring Dark Link pleasure.

A dark hand, minus glove, stroked Sheik's flank, making the half drowning boy shiver from fear. He held the degrading position, on his hands and knees…Oh, if Link saw him like this…

"Shh, pretty, relax…"

The chill in that flat voice told Sheik that the Shadow didn't care. Sheik was too battered, broken, and exhausted to even move, as the agony flooded him. Dark Link drove inside the bleeding Sheikah, rejoicing in the warm tightness. Sheik's screams of exquisite pain were lost to the water, as he choked and gasped.

Link…Link…Oh, he would never deserve Link…

A red film came over Sheik's vision. He could no longer breathe, and his lungs felt like bursting. And the pain…was this what it felt like? Sheik would never have wanted to share this with Link, then…he wouldn't have wanted to make Link suffer like this. Oh, god, the pain…

The Shadow's moans were lost, as Sheik felt his body collapse….

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When Sheik opened his eyes again, all he saw was the empty room. The same dead tree. It was as if nothing had changed, nothing had been here, nothing had happened. It was cold, it seemed even emptier. The Shadow was gone, as if he had never even been there.

But Sheik knew what had happened. He was worth nothing…Link would push him away, Link wouldn't love him anymore…Sheik didn't even have the heart to get up, or clean the seed from his bleeding legs. He didn't know if he had the strength.

It was as there was a whisper around the room; 'worthless…worthless…' Sheik's head rested against the freezing water again. He had only set out like this to help Link…it was all for Link…and now he could never be Link's. Link would surely think him disgusting now…nothing but a vile creature's plaything.

Sheik's hot tears quietly dripped into the water.

"Oh, Link…"

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Gah, that was hideous. Kill me now…poor Sheik, he must really get sick of me torturing him…
Sheik: *mutters things about destroying laptop*
Anyway, I know it was brutal. I'm sorry! T_T It just had to be written…prepare for fluff though, because the next 2 chapters (yes, 2 more chapters, but don't hold your breath, there is schoolwork, sadly…) No more lemons, just fluff + angst…and the other chapters probably won't be as long, I just got all excited here. Ooh, and;

1. Yes, Sheik and Link didn't have sex. GASP! Normal relationships move slowly! However, I think the word 'lover' is cute, and they do love each other, so voila. They also did get a bit naughty, my Shink…as it would seem, it depends on your definition of sex…^_-

2. Yeah, I know the silver scale doesn't give you under-water-breathing-thingo-qualities, only more depth in diving, but eh. I just didn't want to put Sheik in a blue tunic, damnit!

3. Yes! Epona cameo! Why not?

Please don't flame this story, I have posted sufficient warnings. Don't advertise your stupidity.

PLEASE REVIEW! This is my first lemony story! FEEDBACK, please! I hope you enjoyed Eclipse, Part 1; Sunset. Tune in next week for Part 2, The Night…

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