A/N: I've decided to probably keep this story in my old writing style and just go to my new one in my next story, so I'm sorry.

Also, warning for sexual content!

He wanted to go to Skyloft. He didn't know when this particular need or wanting developed, but it was most definitely there. What was the hero up to when he wasn't fighting monsters on the Surface? Maybe, the fierce need to know gripped him when he realized that the boy had bandaged him after their fight. Or maybe, the need had festered under his skin that following night when he realized the boy had to of seen the scars.

Ghirahim let out a low sigh at the thought. What would the hero think now? That he was weak? The thoughts in his head echoed hauntingly around the empty room. His reflection from one of the mirror covered walls stared dismally back at him from sleep deprived eyes. He quickly averted his gaze elsewhere as his chest heaved from exertion and beads of sweat trailed down his body.

There was a time when ballet hadn't taken this much out of him when he practiced. He had originally taken up the sport as a means to enhance his balance and agility, but that had been back when he favored muscles over bones. Now, it was something that grounded him, reminded him of why he was doing this. Yet today, as he looked at his frail figure in the mirror, he felt a fragment of guilt stab through him as he recalled the note's words. It was the first time in forever the thought that maybe he was too skinny flickered into his mind.

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"Master Link, I highly advise that you travel to Lanayru soon," his sword spirit chimed. Her monotonous voice barely broke over the howl of wind in his hometown.

"Tomorrow," Link grunted as he struggled to open the academy's door with a fairly large pumpkin in his arms. Thankfully, Pipit saw his struggle and came to his rescue.

"I'm pretty sure Halloween was over a couple months ago, Link," the older boy snickered as he held the door open for the other.

"It's not for me. Karane's doing some sort of research project for her final year here, and she asked me to pick this up for her," the Skyloftian explained.

Pipit turned a little bit pink as he hurriedly offered, "I can take it to her for you!"

Link let out a small smile and held the pumpkin out to Pipit. "Only if you want to," he mused. Instantly, the brunet had taken the pumpkin and hurried down the hallway, causing Link to snicker as he made his way to his own room.

The worn wooden door creaked gingerly as Link entered his own room, and the boy grimaced, making a mental note to fix that later. He undid his bracers and fingerless gloves, setting them down on his desk. He got a warning chime from Fi as he took off the rest of his equipment, but shot the sword a glare.

"Tomorrow," he stated again, leaving no room for debate.

He tugged off his green tunic and finally got rid of the irksome chainmail that had been weighing him down. He let out a contented sigh as he kicked off his boots and flopped down onto his bed. It felt as if it had been forever since he had just worn pants and his undershirt without pouches or a hilt strapped across his back. However, guilt almost instantly washed over him as he cast a sideway glance back at his sword. He should be looking for Zelda right now, not lying in bed. He tugged at a lock of his own blond hair as he debated whether to continue his search now or not. He just really didn't want to run into that demon again.

He remembered their first fight and how Ghirahim had basically beaten him to a bloody pulp. He remembered how terrified he had felt as the demon knelt over him, yet Ghirahim didn't kill him. He let him run free for the time being. It had confused Link, but at their second battle he had put the pieces of the puzzle together.

But even more frustrating about the demon lord wasn't his nature in combat, it was how he acted out of their battles that unnerved Link. He had first called the older man anorexic as a jibe, but the hero realized soon enough that maybe he had struck closer to home than he had intended.

Link let out a frustrated groan as he recalled all the events that had transpired between them. He was utterly confused as how to approach the other, so he tended to be extremely cruel and lash out when they met. He wondered what would happen if there was a time that they met that he tried to diffuse the situation instead of bitterly egging Ghirahim on. Would he be able to figure out what was going on in the other's demented mind, or would Ghirahim run away thinking that Link's friendliness was just a trap?

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He let out a shaky gasp, one hand pressed against the slick glass for support. The hot water that poured down from the shower overhead did nothing to calm his body. He bit into his other hand that wasn't clinging to the shower.

Link...

It was safe to say his infatuation was anything less than professional. A groan spilt from his lips as he removed his hand from his mouth.

He could almost feel the imaginary tug at his hair from the blond as he would drop to his knees. He'd never break eye contact with the other as he took him into his mouth, so he'd be able to see those positively lewd expressions the other made.

The demon's pupils dilated as continued to imagine his fantasy, finally taking himself into his hand, needing to get off.

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"Nngh..." The hero threw his head back against his pillow, biting into a finger to try and muffle some of the noises he was making. After all, Fledge could be studying or trying to sleep in the room beside his.

His toes curled against the bed as he quickened his pace, knowing his peak was quickly approaching. He bit harder onto his finger, probably bruising it as images flashed through his head.

Ghirahim riding him.

His own hips thrusting into the demon as he clung to Link for support.

How flushed the other male's face would be as he looked at the hero.

A small cry escaped Link as his back arched off of his bed when he hit his climax. His body collapsed back onto the bed and his breathing came out labored in heavy pants. After he came down from his post, the hero would be too embarrassed to do anything except for burying his face into the blankets. But for now, he was content to drift off.

A/N: I can't believe I just wrote that. I like barely write scenes like this anymore. I am hardcore blushing right now. I might be too embarrassed to actually post this.

Updated A/N: I wrote this yesterday and am finally forcing myself to post it.

Originally, this story was going to be a slow burn but I looked at the outline and I just couldn't do it. 2016 Chloe was going to make gary hams go through so much pain.

However, this story will probably be only ten chapters now. Kms.

But hey, I guess this story can't get any worse than my cringey first trilogy.

Before I ramble on too much, have some more Mister CEO concept art.