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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 Twelve

"Of all the stupid, idiotic things to do! Those hypercandles (I didn't name them, don't laugh.) were designed during the Hylian Civil war CENTURIES ago, as TORTURE devices! The burning doesn't stop! It won't stop! And those Thrice-Damned WIZZROBES!" Vaati had been ranting in this vein for an hour, dabbing Vio's aching burns with a cool cloth. The marks were all-but-invisible now, hidden (but unhealed) by a Wizzrobe's potion. All but the mark on his back, still red and angry, sometimes hot as the fires of Death Mountain, sometimes as cold as the Blue icicle Red once found on a mountaintop.

"Ow, Vaati!" Vio yelped when Vaati, bested by his temper, smacked the cloth down on the large burn on his lower back.

"Ah, sorry!" Vaati apologized quickly, applying another cloth more gently. He fell quiet for a time, his fingers expertly searching out the hidden, hot areas of Vio's skin where the wax had fallen, applying cool cloths to each.

"It's frustrating. . ." Vaati murmured. "There's so little I can do for the hypercandle burns. Hot one moment, cold the next...a blue potion might heal them, though the varieties available today are so much weaker than they used to be, I can't be sure." He applied another cloth to Vio's thigh, his tone far-away and thoughtful, as though remembering something long-past. "A long time ago there was a woman who lived in Kakariko...not Kakariko as you know it, but as it was. She used to make the most powerful potions..." He chuckled quietly. "Minish lived in her walls and helped her. She never knew." He sighed quietly. "But there has not been anyone half as good since she passed, unfortunately."

Vio turned slightly to look at him, wincing when he pulled on one of the burns. "Thank you for helping me, Vaati. I know you're doing your best." He sighed a little, shifting back to try to get comfortable. "You're a good friend, Vaati."

Vio didn't see it, but Vaati froze, cloth in hand. 'Friend?' he mouthed, a look of surprised awe on his face. Could he really? . . .

So tender, so gentle. Belial watched from his hidden place with pain in his eyes as Shadow exited the bathroom, an arm around Vio's shoulders to help him walk, step by slow step. Shadow guided Vio to the bed, laying him on his side so as to avoid aggravating his burns. He bent to give him a gentle kiss, nuzzling his cheek lovingly before pulling away. He tucked the blankets around Vio's shoulders, put out the lantern, and left him to sleep.

Out of sight, Belial placed a hand over his heart, bowing his head as he fought off the too-familiar, deep-seated ache of longing.

Such was the curse of one who could not forget.

Green dragged himself into the castle, exhausted. He'd been gone for a week, combing the edges of the desert for any sign of Vio. He'd come across a Gerudo caravan returning from trading, but they could tell him nothing. Desperate, he'd even tried consulting their old soothsayer, but his rupees bought him little but meaningless visions of shadows and darkness.

Warm, comforting arms wrapped around him, guiding him down the halls and to his room, sitting him down in a chair. Near-silent footsteps retreated, and the sound of running water followed soon after. The footsteps returned, and Sheik knelt in front of him, pulling off his leather boots and setting them aside. He stood, helping Green remove his clothes.

"You need a bath." He murmured.

Green broke down, wrapping his arms around Sheik's shoulders and sobbing. Sheik held him for several minutes, rubbing his back and murmuring soothing words. When Green's sobs quieted to sniffles, Sheik lifted him with a grunt and carried him to the bathroom. He set Green down in the tub and shed his own clothes, climbing in behind him. He sang softly as he bathed him, scrubbing a week's worth of dirt and grim from his body.

When the water around them looked as brown as the Legendary Hero's chestnut mare, Sheik drained the tub and ran clean water, using it to rinse away the last of the dirt. When the water ran clear he stood and lifted Green out, wrapping a towel around him and carrying him back to his- their room.

"Will you play something on your lyre for me, Sheik?" Green asked quietly. Sheik made a pained sound, setting Green down on the bed and settling next to him.

"Perhaps another time." He said quietly.

Green scooted over, reaching up to pull Sheik down to him, kissing him desperately. . . .

The unfamiliar sound caught Shadow's attention first, drawing him to his office. He pushed open the door and swallowed hard, his eyes darkening with want. The Shadow Caster sat on his desk, one leg crossed over the other and silently tapping the fine-varnished wood to the haunting melody he plucked on the golden lyre in his hands. His eyes remained closed and he did not acknowledge his audience, but Shadow had no doubt the Shadow Caster was aware of him.

"Belial." The Shadow Caster murmured, opening green eyes to stare at him.

"Hm?" Shadow blinked.

"My name." Belial answered, silencing the lyre and setting it aside.

"I didn't ask for your name." Shadow responded, all bravado and haughtiness. Belial seemed unperturbed, almost amused, by his rudeness, only smiling calmly and beckoning him forward. Shadow came, as Belial knew he would. He was Green's darkness, and Belial, Sheik's light. He couldn't help it. They never could before.

"No, you didn't." Belial agreed quietly, reaching out to touch his face. Shadow leaned into the touch, though he hardly seemed aware of doing so. "But you're going to need to know what name to scream."

"What?" Shadow started to pull away, but Belial wasn't having any of that. He yanked him forward by the front of his tunic, pressing his lips insistently against Shadow's. . .

Sheik returned the kiss just as fervently, pressing his body to Green's. Hands roamed and caressed, leaving trails of burning need in their wake. Green's hips thrust up and Sheik cried out, gripping his buttocks to pull him closer, grinding their bodies together. . .

Shadow almost pulled away, but no, the attraction was there. He returned the kiss, hesitantly at first, then harder, forcing his tongue past an amused, but unresisting Belial's lips. Claw-like nails tore at clothing, seeking more contact. The shadow and the Caster. . .each desperately needed to touch the other, both with an urgency not fully their own. Shadow shoved Belial back on his desk, scattering papers and quills across the wood, ink pots smashing on the floor. Belial's legs snaked around Shadow's lower back, forcing him closer and drawing a pleased hiss from between his lips. . .

Lubed fingers pressed into him carefully, slowly. Sheik was often impatient, but with this. . .with this he was careful, and took his time. He was a gentle lover, so soft, so. . .

Belial's attempts to take control of the situation by reversing their positions were denied. Shadow was stronger than the others had been, and he held Belial's wrists with one hand while he kissed him. The other hand wrapped around his length, stroking him. Shadow made a small sound of appreciation at the size before trailing his fingers down, rubbing circles on his thigh. He toyed with Belial's sack, thumbing it as slight-but-not-too-rough fingers probed farther back. It was kind of. . . kinky, actually, being restrained like this (usually he was the one doing the restraining), but- ow!

Belial's knee shot up between them, pushing Shadow back without breaking his grip. "Lube!" He hissed.

Shadow rolled his eyes, but dug into a side drawer and pulled out a small jar, coating his fingers with it before eagerly resuming his explorations. . .

Sheik was careful when he laid with Green. He had to be. Sheikah had. . . needs that a Hylian could not understand. While he gladly lost himself in Green's body, taking pleasure in the screams he could draw by thrusting hard against that one special place. . .there was a part, a piece of him that he could never reveal, that he must always, always hide. . .

Bodies moved and writhed, desire mixed until they could not tell where one began and the other ended. It was always this way, if he dared to get too close to the Hero's shadow.

He couldn't help it. He didn't try.

He sucked and bit at Shadow's skin, chuckling at the grunts of pleasured pain that spilled from him as freely as his blood. Shadow responded with deeper, harder thrusts, which Belial met in earnest. For the reflections who dwell in the Dark Realm, there is nothing that needs to be hidden. . .

Sheik waited until Green fell asleep to untangle himself from his lover's arms. He dressed silently in the dark, pulling on his exoskeleton, tabard, and boots, and wrapping his bandages with practiced ease. He turned to look at the bed one more time, a sad smile on his face as he reached out to brush back Green's hair and give him a loving kiss. Green stirred, blinking sleepily.

"Sheik?. . ." He mumbled. "Where are you going? Come back to bed."

"Don't worry, I won't be gone long. Go back to sleep." Sheik whispered. "I love you."

Green yawned, catching Sheik's hand in his and kissing his palm. "All right. I love you too." He settled back down again, closing his eyes.

Sheik watched Green until quiet snores assured him the other had fallen back to sleep, then he pulled his cowl over his face and slipped from the room.

"You'll find him in the Dark Realm, in Shadow Link's castle."

"That bastard has a castle?"

A sharp look. "Yes. Do you remember the portal in the woods?"

"How could I forget?"

"Use that one, and head west. You can't miss it."

"Thank you, Belial."

". . . Don't thank me yet."

Once well away from their room, Sheik fished a deku nut from a pouch at his side. He turned it between his fingers, envisioning the place he wanted to appear-

"Sheik?" A soft voice called.

He turned. Zelda looked tired. She'd been up late working again. He gave a small bow to show respect (properly speaking, he SHOULD have been on his knees, but Zelda would have none of that. She didn't like him bowing at all, really. "Friends shouldn't have to bow to each other!" But it wasn't that easy.) "Princess," he murmured, "you should be in bed."

"I'm on my way there now. Where are you going at this hour?" She asked. He didn't answer immediately, and she stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. "Sheik?"

". . . I have a lead." He answered finally. "With any luck, I'll be back by morning. With Vio."

She gasped. "You know where he is? Why aren't you taking the others with you?"

He shook his head. "I need speed and stealth. Taking all of them would only slow me down."

"What about taking only one? Why not take Green? It's not that I don't trust you of course, Sheik, but I would feel better if you had someone else with you." Zelda asked, blue eyes imploring. Again, he shook his head, though he didn't look at her. Her expression softened, and she took his hand in hers. "You think it's too dangerous. Very well. I don't like it, but I will allow it. Take what you need, and. . .come home safe. Retrieve our dear Vio if you can."

Sheik smiled, placing his other hand over hers. "I swear I will." He touched his forehead briefly to their clasped hands and took a few steps back. With a crack and flash, he was gone.

"Good luck, dear Sheik." Zelda murmured to the empty hall.

He reappeared in the forest near the castle, taking to the canopy to make his way deeper than any living Hylian dared, to the place where the trees grew so thick one could not see the shining stars above, nor the sunlight in the heat of day. When he was a child, his mother told him that if one listened closely, they could hear the music of the forest guardians filtering through the trees. He never heard it, but then, Sheikah possessed eyes that could see the truth. The Hylians. . .they had the ears.

Deeper into the forest he traveled, until he found a large stone in an overgrown clearing, the only remnant of one of the ancient temples. He jumped down beside it, rested his shoulder against it and pushed with all his might. Slowly, ever so slowly, the stone shifted to the side, revealing the dark, swirling blue vortex in the ground. Taking a breath to steady himself, Sheik stepped inside.

At some point they moved from the desk to the leather couch, with Shadow curled against his chest. It'd been so long. . .

But no, he knew this one wasn't his. He recalled what he'd seen that day, the love this one could show when he had a mind to. And he knew. . . losing the little hero would destroy him.

And Belial. . .Belial loved him, and the memories of the others, far too much for that. "Shadow?"

"Hm?"

"There's something I need to tell you. . . "

When Shadow returned to his room that night, he seemed unusually tense. He climbed into bed beside Vio and wrapped an arm around him, pulling Vio flush to his chest. He drew his tongue over the shell of Vio's ear, enjoying the resulting shiver. "You're mine." He murmured, his fingers tracing the marks on Vio's back. "You're mine, and nobody is going to take you from me."

Apparently, Shadow didn't know that Vaati didn't strictly need to eat, because the shadows and Hinox in charge of the kitchen continued to give him food. Today, they'd provided him with a sandwich of battered fish(?) on rye(?) bread, with some kind of soggy blue-green mess that might have been a vegetable at one point.

This he brought to Shadow's room, checking to make sure the "Master of the House" was gone for the day before entering. Vio was asleep on his side, the mark on his back facing Vaati when he walked in. His long ears twitched and Vio stirred, reaching up to rub his eyes before sitting up, the chain connected to his collar clinking softly. "Good morning, Vaati."

"Good morning. I brought you something to eat." Vaati said, bringing the plate over and setting it by the bed. He took the glass from the nightstand near the bed and fetched him water from the bathroom, returning the glass to the stand. Vio swung his pajama-clad legs over the side of the bed, shivering slightly and pulling the blankets around himself.

"Thank you, Vaati." Vio said with a smile, picking up the sandwich and taking a small bite from it. He winced, picking a fishbone from his teeth. "If I can stomach Green's cooking, you'd think I could manage this better." He said dryly. He picked up the fork and prodded at the 'vegetables.' "Did that just move? I think it moved..."

Vaati leaned over to look. "Yeah, it moved. This still surprises you?"

Vio chanced a bite of the vegetable, grimacing the entire time. "When it moves the entire way down? Yes." He set the fork down with a tired sigh, giving Vaati a small smile. "Really though, it's very kind of you to keep bringing me food. I know Shadow doesn't tell you to."

Vaati hopped up beside him and smiled, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "Well, you're no good for conversation when you're high or starving, and you're really the only person in this place capable of holding an intelligent conversation for more than thirty seconds."

Vio smiled and chuckled, reaching over to muss his hair playfully. "Say that all you want, you're still a good friend and a big (or not so big, shorty) softie. Don't worry, I won't tell." He teased.

Vaati squawked and batted at his hands, retaliating by poking him in the side. Vio squeaked and hit him with a pillow, sending kargarok feathers flying. They both needed light-hearted moments like this. They kept them sane.

Their fun ended abruptly when the door slammed open, Shadow glaring angrily into the room. His eyes raked over the mess and widened, spotting the barely-touched tray of food. He stomped over to it, lifting the plate to sniff it before casting it to the floor, shattering the plate and sending the food flying. Vio gave a startled yelp, pulling his feet up quickly to avoid the shards of pottery.

Shadow turned on them, furious. He shoved Vio back and grabbed Vaati by the collar of his tunic and slammed him against the wall, snarling. "So, you're the reason Vio doesn't eat what I give him! I should have fucking known!" He swung his other fist back and punched Vaati in the stomach. Vaati tried to double over, one arm around his stomach and the other grasping the hand at his throat, coughing and choking.

"Shadow, stop, please!" Vio scrambled from the bed to grab his swinging fist, trying to keep him from harming Vaati further. "Please, Shadow!"

Shadow threw him off and punched Vaati twice more before dropping him, leaving him to curl up, wheezing and gasping, on the floor amongst the mess of broken plate and splattered food. He turned on Vio then, grabbing his hair to yank him to his feet. He backhanded him once, then placed his mouth next to Vio's ear to hiss. "I think you need a little reminder of who makes the rules here, slut." He shook him, and Vio whined at the yanking of his hair, reaching up to grasp Shadow's hand. "I'll give you a hint: I do."

He grabbed the hem of the pajama pants he'd permitted Vio to wear the previous night, tearing them from his body. He snapped his fingers, shadows bending and twisting to his will, forming a coarse rope that jerked Vio's hands behind his back and bound them there.

He headed for the door, dragging Vio behind him by his hair, pausing only to give Vaati one more kick on his way out.

Heedless of Vio's thrashing and pained cries, he dragged him across the carpet and pulled him down the marble stairs, making his way to the throne room. By then Vio had ceased fighting, too tired to continue. The watching Hinox snickered. Shadow threw Vio to the top of the dais, nearly cracking his head on the stone. He lay there, limp, until Shadow sprawled across the throne and jerked him up, examining his face. "Hmm..." He murmured, his eyes growing dark with lust. Vio feared whatever fantasy he planned to act out this time.

A snap of Shadow's fingers, and Vio felt the slight weight of his hat on his head, and his boots on his feet. Boots! Oh, it'd been so long since his poor feet had any protection from the cold, hard floor- "Gah!"

Vio yelped as Shadow pulled him up by the collar, tugging him across his lap. Vio felt his eyes grow huge as the Hinox in the room leaned forward, eager to watch. Was he really going to-

Smack!

(Why did he continue to ask that question?)

Vio yelped again, body jerking when Shadow's palm connected with the flesh of his ass. He spanked him repeatedly, Vio writhing and shrieking at each blow. The Hinox looked on in amusement as Vio's ass grew red then purple with bruises, tears streaming down his face as his body finally lay limp across Shadow's knees. Shadow shifted, and Vio felt Shadow's erection poking at his stomach.

Shadow shoved Vio off his lap, sending him crashing to the floor and making him see stars. He bent to grab him by the collar, pulling him to his knees. He lifted his tunic and rubbed himself through his pants, giving a pleased sigh. A snap of his fingers and his pants vanished, baring his length to Vio's tear-filled gaze. He grabbed Vio by the back of his head and forced him down, pressing the tip of his cock to Vio's lips.

"Suck." He ordered.

Sheik stared out over the sprawling fields and town, and the huge castle set at the center of it all. Belial was right. It WAS pretty hard to miss.

Sheik entered the castle unseen, protected by the shadows and illusions he'd wrapped around his body. Where to look?. . .The dungeon was his first thought, but no. . .Shadow was a cocky bastard. If Vio was alive- NO! No, he couldn't think like that, of course he was!- If Sheik had to guess, if he found Shadow, he'd find Vio. This was a castle, and castles had thrones. Cocky bastards liked thrones. Find the throne find Shadow, find Shadow find Vio.

The throne room was dark, like the rest of the castle. Hinox guards stood along the walls, their eyes fixed on the throne in the center of the space. Shadow Link sat with his legs splayed, a rather self-satisfied smirk on his face. He rested his chin on one fist, watching the bound form kneeling between his feet with hooded eyes.

Vio knelt on the stone in front of him, naked but for his purple hat and brown boots, his arms bound behind his back with coarse rope. He worked his tongue and mouth over Shadow's length, too focused on his task to notice when Shadow's eyes lifted from him and his smirk slowly grew, one fang poking out. He lifted his hand above his head and snapped his fingers, the sound echoing throughout the room.

The shadows and illusions fell away, and Shadow's cold eyes lit with amusement as they met with horrified blood red. "Welcome, Sheikah."
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