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Traitor	By : MyouTakara Category: Zelda > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda, nor am I making any money off this fic (I am being bribed with fanart. Does that count?)

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Chapter Eleven

Translating the Guide proved to be slow work. Vaati brought him three separate dictionaries, as well as parchment and ink to record the passages. Shadow allowed it, for what reason Vio could not say. But it gave him something to do when Shadow was busy other than sit and stare at the walls, so he did not complain.

In ancient times, the Sheikah were often called the Keepers of the Old Ways, or the Storytellers. They remembered what the Hylians did not. They never forgot the prophecies left to the people by their Goddesses, or the stories of the past Heroes that passed from one generation to the next. They never forgot the old songs, or the power that they held.

It is said that when they were needed most, a Sheikah would always step forth from the shadows, and share again the tales that needed to be told; by power of lyre (or was it harp? The dictionaries didn't seem to agree.), by song, and by voice. However, their reflections, the Shadow Casters, are never bound by any such obligations. In fact, it has been said that much of the Sheikah's knowledge is acquired through their Shadow Casters. For the Sheikah will speak only when Hylia (Was that an alternate name for Hyrule, perhaps? Vio didn't know.) has greatest need; only when the Sheikah are on the verge of destruction, and their Shadow Casters with them.

But a reflection is not born of a mother's womb, only by the existence of the original. Hylian Shadows and Shadow Casters alike are born from nothing, they live as nothing. They die without ceasing, but cease when the other half perishes. How, then, are the stories passed from one to the next? How does the knowledge not die? There are rumors of Shadow Casters bearing remarkable likenesses to those who had perished shortly before them, retaining the memories of those dead and gone. Whether or not this is the case, however, no Shadow Caster will confirm.

The words began to blur on the page and Vio felt his eyelids grow heavy. . .

(scene break)

They clung to each other as they left the tavern, laughing all the way. They stumbled through the streets towards the house they kept in the Knights' quarter of the city. They all had rooms in palace now, of course, to better protect the princess, but still they kept the house for use on their days off. It had been their father's, once, so now it belonged to them. . . and. . . well, they could hardly be seen in the palace in their current state, now could they?

"Never-" Green hiccuped and tripped, laughing as he fell and pulled Vio down with him. "Never again will I drink ANYTHING Blue pours!"

Vio grabbed a handy lamp post to pull himself up, helping Green to his feet. "Weeeeellll- " he slurred, head spinning. Really, couldn't the damn lamp stay STILL? "He wanted RED to drink it, but he wouldn't unless we did!"

They managed to move again in what they hoped was the right direction. "Blue wants to hear his Red SCREAMING!" He cackled and nearly fell over again. An old lady crossed the street to avoid them, shaking her head and scowling in disapproval.

"Like this!" Feeling freer than he had in months (why had he been so down anyway? He couldn't recall.) Vio let loose his own impression of an orgasming Red, which ended with Green on the ground, holding his sides in laughter.

"By the three, Vio! You're GOOD at that!" The old lady gave them a look of horror and quickened her pace, which only made Green laugh harder.

"I've had-" He twirled around to grin at Green, arms held out at his sides, then promptly fell over. "Practice."

"Practice?" Crossing the street, they had to dodge a few late-night carriages and were nearly hit, saved only because the drivers were actually (mostly) sober. "What kind of practice?"

Vio gave a grin he NEVER would have given anyone without the addition of Blue's 'Special Drink,' his voice low and sultry. "What kind do you think?"

In his distraction at the unexpected response, Green tripped up the stairs and sprawled face-first in the entryway. He twisted around and managed to knock over the coat stand, struggling for a few moments before emerging from the mess with Red's knitted cat-eared hat on his head. Vio snickered, grabbing for the door handle (and missing twice) to shut the front door.

In a moment Green was on his knees, hands clasped in front of him and giving Vio a pleading look. "Then you gotta help me!"

Vio blinked in confusion, leaning back against the door. "Huh?"

"Sheik! Sheik, he's...he's..." Green seemed at a loss for words. Those had always been Vio's forte. "He's wonderful, and sexy as all hell, and...and... he wants to..." Green's face flamed, and not just from the alcohol. Still, he pressed on. "I don't know what I'm doing, Vio!" He leaned in close, gripping Vio's tunic. "Please! I want... I want to make him scream like Blue and Red do!" They could already hear the screams and pleas for more coming from one of the rooms upstairs (Vio's, actually. Blue would pay the price for that in the morning.)

When you're drunk, lots of stupid, very bad ideas seem incredibly intelligent. You see things with much greater clarity, and wonder how you ever solved a problem sober. Of course, once you wake up in the morning, you tend to never mention these ideas again, and swear to forget they ever happened.

This was one of those ideas.

"I can teach you to make him scream." Vio said slowly, enunciating each word with careful precision (or at least, he hopedhe did). "It's not hard to do, if you can control your gag reflex."

"Teach me!" Green begged.

Vio tilted his head to one side, regarding Green thoughtfully. "It'll work better if I just show you. Come on!" He grabbed Green's hand and tugged him through the door to the living room, the pair of them flopping ungracefully onto the couch together. Vio slid to the floor, fumbling with Green's belt. "I'm only going to show you once, so pay attention to what I'm doing, Green."

Green watched him anxiously. "And if I do it he'll scream like Blue and Red do?"

Vio smirked, an expression that fit entirely too well on his face. It always had, more so than any of the others. "Louder." He tossed the belt aside, and Green shifted, helping him lift his tunic and tug his tights down to expose his still-limp member. Vio regarded it thoughtfully for a moment, then dipped his head to give it a long lick, drawing a gasp and twitch from Green. Vio chuckled, lapping at his head.

"Ah- Ah, Vio, mmm..." Green's breath came in needy gasps and pants, fingers tangling in Vio's hair as he teased him to hardness. Then Vio's mouth was there, surrounding him, engulfing him in such wonderful heat. Hands cupped his sack and he screamed, because it was so good he couldn't stand it. If he could do this to Sheik, surely, surely he'd be at least as impressed as Green hoped. . .

Neither of them noticed their moonlight-cast shadow shift, angry red eyes staring up at them. Shadowed lips that were there and yet not mouthed the world 'slut' before the shadows stilled and the eyes vanished.

"Vio. . . Vio, wake up!" Vio jerked awake, his book tumbling off his chest to land on the floor among scattered bits of parchment. Shadow leaned over the side of the bed, grinning. "I want to play."

He didn't have a moment to get his thoughts together before Shadow yanked him from the bed to his feet. Vio hissed at the pain of it, each step like hot knives burning his soles as Shadow tugged him from the room.

The nightdress he wore flapped about his thighs as they walked (or rather, Shadow all-but-ran and Vio stumbled after him). It was purple of course, a short, filmy thing that slipped off his shoulders when he moved, and gave anyone who cared to look a glance at his ass. They reached a set of stairs and Vio lost his footing. He would have pitched down them head-first had Shadow not caught him, impatiently scooping him up and carrying him the rest of the way. He seemed unburdened by the weight, as though Vio weighed no more than a small child. He picked up his pace, carrying him down a windowless hall. They weren't quite low enough to be in the dungeon, but Vio suspected they were underground nonetheless.

Kicking open one of the doors, Shadow stepped inside, nudging the door shut with his foot and locking it with a snap of his fingers. Vio lifted his head and gulped. The small, stone room had a low ceiling and no windows. Candles and torches burned along the perimeter, making it feel oppressively hot. In the center of the space was something that looked curiously like a stone altar, perhaps ten feet long and half as wide, covered by only a thin, black sheet. Shadow strode toward this quickly, laying him gently upon it.

"Shadow?. . ." Vio began curiously, but Shadow didn't answer him. He snapped his fingers and shadows coiled about Vio's wrists and ankles, pulling him flat and stretching his limbs until he lay prone, spread-eagle on the cold stone. Vio felt his pulse race, twisting to try to look at him. "Shadow, please, what have I done? I-"

Shadow placed two fingers over Vio's lips, effectively silencing him. "Oh Vio," he crooned. "This isn't punishment, it's a reward! I want to play." He bent for a heated kiss, dominating and ravishing Vio's mouth. "You've done well lately, Vio."

He pulled back, smacking Vio's half-bared ass to hear him yelp, before tearing away the thin fabric hiding his body from view. Shadow gave a satisfied groan, reaching out to caress and squeeze the firm, pale globes, drawing a whine from Vio's lips. His fingers trailed up and over Vio's smooth back, untroubled by his ability to count each and every rib on Vio's too-lean frame. Really, he thought, he owed the Wizzrobes a raise.

Shadow's hands left Vio's body and he shivered, watching out of the corner of his eye as Shadow strolled around the edge of the room, eyeing each candle critically. Finally he chose a slim crimson candle, engraved with odd writing Vio couldn't read in the flickering firelight. Shadow held it up, inspecting it before returning to Vio's side. He swept the candle through his field of view, delighting in the look of horror in Vio's eyes. "Shadow, please. . ." Vio tried, but Shadow only laughed.

"Come now, Vio! It'll be fun! Be sure to scream nice and loud for me, alright? I like to hear you scream." And scream Vio did, when Shadow tilted his hand and the hot wax dripped onto his shoulder blades, burning him. He tried to thrash, to escape the pain, but the shadows wouldn't give an inch. Shadow worked carefully at first, seeming very intent on whatever pattern he was creating. It hurt far more than it should have, the wax burning and sizzling across his skin.

"There!" He announced, setting the small candle aside in favor of a larger, purple one, perhaps half as wide as his fist. "The hard part's done. Now we play!" He cackled, dumping the entire lot of the larger candle's wax across Vio's lower back. His screams went up an octave, and Vio thought he might pass out from the pain of it. He wished he would. But he didn't. Shadow danced around him, laughing. He leaned in close to inspect Vio's shoulder blades, and satisfied that the wax there had cooled, he snapped his fingers. The shadows lifted Vio and flipped him none-too gently, dropping him back on the stone such that his head smacked it and made him see stars. The pressure on the wax-covered burns on his back made him cry out, but Shadow only clapped his hands in glee, gesturing to the shadow bonds to continue. They pulled his legs up and apart, exposing him to Shadow's lusty gaze.

"Delicious." Shadow leaned down to steal another kiss, giving the candle a moment longer to melt. He trailed the flame of it dangerously close to Vio's face before holding it above his chest, letting the hot wax drizzle across the sensitive skin. Vio shrieked when the first drops hit, his voice rising shrilly when the dark wax covered his right nipple completely. Shadow peeled it off while it was still soft and malleable, latching his lips onto the abused flesh and suckling gently.

The pain mixed with the pleasure and Vio groaned, his manhood beginning to stir. Filled with horror- how the HELL did Shadow manage to turn him on with this sort of sick crap?- Vio tried to will it away. It didn't work.

He dripped more of the wax across his chest and stomach, drawing closer and closer to Vio's groin. He grinned at him, the melting candle hovering over his half-hard manhood. Vio's eyes widened in horror. No, surely he wouldn't!-

Shadow's body twitched in a way that Vio had come to recognize; it meant that someone had entered his domain. He frowned in displeasure, looking down at Vio, bound, flushed, and panting, with tears streaking his face. He leaned in to lick the salty liquid from Vio's cheeks, then thrust the unlit end of the thick candle into Vio's exposed hole, causing him to cry out.

"Hold that for me, won't you? There's something I have to take care of." He placed another kiss on Vio's lips before strolling out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

Vio flopped his head back on the cold stone, staring up at the dark ceiling above him. He gasped for breath, the awkwardness of his position and the heat of the room in contrast with the chill of the stone making finding sufficient air difficult. He felt dizzy (though that, he thought, could just as easily be attributed to malnourishment and dehydration). He shifted, wincing at the pain of wax-burned skin. He remembered playing with the wax of melting candles as a child, back when the four were one and just Link, delighting in the shapes he could create with the warm, malleable wax. He'd burned his fingers once or twice, but this hurt so much worse...of course, as a child he'd known to get the wax off and stick his hand in cold water, but here he didn't have that option.

Lost in his thoughts, Vio didn't notice the slim tendrils of shadow snaking across the stone beside him. He snapped to attention when they slipped across his stomach and over his thighs, wrapping around the candle sticking so obscenely from his ass. He watched with growing trepidation. What the hell was this? This had never-

He gasped when the shadows began to move the candle inside of him, pulling it out and pushing it back in, deeper and harder. He squirmed and whined when they picked up the pace, melted wax flying off in droplets to sprinkle the stone and spatter his thighs. One of the tendrils broke off from the others, wrapping around his semi-hard cock to stroke him to firmness. Other tendrils crawled up from the shadows cast by the candles to caress and stroke his heated body. Two thin shadows wrapped around his aching nipples, alternately massaging and tugging on them.

He opened his mouth to let out a groan and a thick shadow slid into his mouth, thrusting deep. It pushed and shoved in his mouth, this odd shadow that seemed more like water solidified, if he had to put a name to it. Another caressed his face and tried to force his head to move, and somehow he understood. He sucked and licked while the thickness thrust in his mouth, and it wriggled as though in pleasure.

The shadows manipulating the candle thrust it in hard and he screamed around the one in his mouth, sparks flying behind his eyes as they hit that spot that felt oh so deliciously good. The tendrils that wrapped around his cock tugged hard, jerking him off faster now as his pleasure heightened. Two more fondled his sack, bringing him oh so so so close.

More shadows filled his vision, swirling and melting together, solidifying and paling into a laughing, naked Shadow, peering under his arm at him. "Enjoying it, Vio, my little slut?~" He shifted his hips to the side, smacking Vio's face with his goods, wet from the attention of Vio's hot mouth. Vio blinked in surprise and flinched from it. Shadow cackled in amusement, purposefully repeating the action before thrusting back into Vio's open mouth. He groaned in satisfaction when Vio's lips and tongue returned to work on him, licking and sucking expertly.

Shadow flashed a wicked smirk and returned his attentions to Vio's body, one hand manipulating the candle in Vio's ass while the other hand and his mouth lavished attention on his stiff cock and aching sack. He was close, very very close. He shoved the candle in hard, and he felt the vibrations around his cock when Vio cried out, writhing in pleasure. The taste of precum gathered in his mouth and Shadow chuckled, taking more of Vio in his mouth and sucking vigorously.

Vio's moaning increased and Shadow could take it no longer. In a flash he'd switched his position, yanking the candle from Vio's body and thrusting himself completely in instead. Vio screamed, though whether in pain or pleasure, Shadow couldn't say. He looked at the lit candle in his hand and grinned, forcing it into Vio's open mouth. Vio's face contorted with disgust, and he tried to spit it out. Shadow held it in place, bending low to bite Vio's ear.

"Suck it." He ordered, already slamming into Vio at a relentless pace, drawing muffled pants and little screams from his lips. The friction of his back against the sheet-covered stone wore away bits of hardened wax, exposing his raw skin to the stone and irritating it further. Vio sucked, tears tracking their way down his face once more. Shadow licked up every one, relishing the salty flavor. The candle continued to burn, the melted wax teetering dangerously close to falling across Vio's face.

Shadow wrapped a hand around Vio's cock to pump him, and the added sensations- the pain, the pleasure, the degrading humiliation, and Shadow's twisted desires- drove him over the edge. He screamed and thrashed as he came, the candle's wax spilling across his face and right ear. The burn only intensified his orgasm, his chest and stomach covered with his fluids.

Warmth filled him, and he realized Shadow must have cum as well, his thrusts slowing as he clung to Vio's hips with bruising force. Finally he slumped over, crushing Vio carelessly under his weight. He chuckled, reaching up tiredly to grasp the dripping candle, pulling it partway out of Vio's mouth and back in, watching him tiredly suck and lick it.

"You really do enjoy sucking cock, don't you? Mmm...perhaps I'll get you a toy, to keep you occupied when I'm too busy." He grinned at his own joke, sitting up and pulling the candle from Vio's mouth, blowing it out and setting it aside. Vio's bonds released him and Shadow tugged him up, brushing away bits of wax from his face and body, causing Vio to hiss when his fingers brushed burned, rubbed-raw skin.

He saved Vio's upper back, the very first area he'd worked on so carefully, for last. His fingers ghosted over the wax, which seemed to melt and sink into Vio's very skin, leaving angry, hot marks which cooled only when Shadow kissed them, ever so softly. He traced the words with his tongue, and they felt as cold as ice on Vio's skin.

Property of Shadow Link

Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm. He clenched his fists, repeating the words over and over in his head like a mantra. There was no reason to lose his temper. None at all. Lashing out would get him nowhere. No, there was no reason to get angry.

Except that his Shadow Caster KNEW where Vio was and wouldn't fucking tell him!

And he was enjoying tormenting him with the knowledge, Sheik was sure. He had his hands clasped behind his back, a grin on his face, and eyes dancing with mirth while he bounced on the balls of his feet. Sheik half-expected him to burst into song at any moment. 'I know something you don't know!'

By the Goddesses, Sheik swore he would deck him if he did. "Belial, I will not play your games. Tell me where he is!"

But Belial only grinned wider. "Now, now, mon obscurité! You should know better than that.~" He pranced around him, leaning in until his glowing face was inches from Sheik's own. Sheik held his ground. "I don't just give my information away, after I've gone through all the work of obtaining it."

Sheik's jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed dangerously. "Belial. . ." He hissed, a warning that he knew would go unheeded. He had feared that Belial would pull a stunt like this.

But Belial only continued to smile that frustrating smile. Sheik closed his eyes to reign in his temper. He was tired and in no mood for this, but Vio. . . clever as he was, if he could have gotten himself out, he would have by now, surely. Sheik sighed, a long, drawn-out sigh of exhaustion, his shoulders slumping forward. "Name your price, Belial."

Belial smiled impossibly wider, like a cat who had cornered its prey.
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