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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?)

Chapter List
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Chapter Three
Note: Gufuu and Vaati are the same person, but he calls himself Gufuu as a demon and Vaati otherwise, so Vio knows who Gufuu is, but not Vaati.

Muffled shouts and the clanging of a cell door jerked Vio from his sleep. He jumped up, reaching instinctively for his Four Sword- or started to. A force around his neck choked him, pain lanced up his spine, and he fell back against rough stone with a sharp hiss through clenched teerth, reaching up to tug at the metal around his neck with bound hands. The room was dark again- or, no, someone had put a blindfold over his eyes. He reached up to pull it off, but a cold voice stopped him.

“Don't you dare take that off until I tell you, Vio, or Green will regret it.” Shadow's voice rang out without a hint of the regret he'd expressed...earlier? Yesterday? Vio turned towards Shadow's voice, cringing when every movement caused something sharp under the collar to dig into his skin, drawing sticky blood.

“VIO-gah!” Green's voice rose above the din and abruptly cut off with the sounds of a heavy thunk and clatter, and Vio almost yanked off his blindfold to see, but stopped himself.

“Green?” He called, glaring behind the blindfold at the place he thought Shadow was. “What are you doing to him? He has nothing to do with this! Let him go!”

Shadow laughed, his footsteps coming closer. “I'm ensuring your cooperation, of course. You still don't seem to know your place.” A boot came down on his chest, forcing him to the floor. The metal bits- spikes- dug deeper into his skin, older cuts and bruises throbbed, and Vio gritted his teeth to keep from crying out.

“So, I'm going to teach it to you. I want to bring you with me today. There will be. . .precautions, of course, to ensure you can't run. You will follow me on your knees like an obedient dog, and say nothing unless I tell you to. You will do exactly as I say, or I'll punish you, and when I've finished with you, I'll punish Green.” He pressed the heel of his boot harder against Vio's bare chest, smirking at the tiny whimper of pain.

The weight on his chest lifted and Vio coughed, gasping for breath. A sharp yank on the collar around his neck pulled him until he sat up, a cold hand cupping his chin to turn his face this way and that, no doubt admiring the bruises Vio could feel even if he couldn't see them. “But I'm not heartless, Vio. If you'd rather not, I could always take Green with me.” He let him go, and Vio fell back. “Well?”

Green had fallen oddly silent. How hard had he been hit?

Vio shook his head. “Leave him alone.” He whispered.

Shadow's very aura radiated triumph. “So long as you behave.” He said. Shadow snapped his fingers and the collar around Vio's neck grew cold. Vio shivered when he felt tendrils of magic slither from it, weaving over his body. They wove over his shoulders and down his arms, displacing the cuffs on his wrists. Other tendrils traveled down his chest, one wrapping around his left nipple before shooting across the attach to his right, squeezing them tightly and Vio whined, clenching his teeth against the pain even as he felt them stiffen. More traveled down his back, weaving icy swirling patterns along his body. To his horror one tendril wrapped around his sack and curled around his limp member, lightly massaging it. Others flowed over his hips and buttocks, whirling down his legs to terminate in cuffs around his ankles. A chain of magic perhaps a foot long connected his wrists, and another his ankles to limit his movements. Another chain grew between the collar and the middle of the wrist chain, further hindering him.

“On your knees!” Shadow ordered, and after only a second's calculation, Vio moved to comply. When he moved too quickly pain lanced through his backside again and he bit back a whimper, barely keeping himself up. In his distraction, the wrist chain caught under his hand and yanked his head down, nearly choking him. Finally, he knelt on his hands and knees in front of Shadow with his head bowed, unable to look up towards him because the chain was too short to allow him to raise his head. It wouldn't have made a difference anyway, blindfolded as he was.

Shadow licked his lips, though Vio couldn't see. “Delicious.” He murmured, stalking around Vio to take in the sight from all angles. “Just one more touch. . .” he snapped his fingers and Vio hissed when tiny spikes, like those under the collar, sank into his skin in all but the most sensitive areas.

The clinking of metal and a jerk at his neck told Vio there was now another chain connected to his collar, presumably one held by Shadow. “Come here.” Shadow ordered, reinforcing his words with a snap of his fingers and a tug at the leash. Vio scowled, but began to rise to his feet. Pointless defiance.

The collar reacted, constricting painfully around his throat until he fell back to the floor, gagging and clawing at it. Once his knees hit the stone the collar loosened and Vio gasped for breath, doubling over as blood leaked from the deepened wounds, tracing tiny paths along his skin.

Shadow tsked, his smug tone amused. “Now, Vio, you should know better than that. Crawl to me like a proper pet, and the collar won't hurt you.” He tugged on the leash again. His patience would last only as long as his amusement.

Vio coughed hard, putting his hands forward towards Shadow Link. The flexible bonds moved with him, coiling and shaping to his muscles. The spikes sliced into him like the points of hundreds of daggers, cutting deep enough to draw blood, but not deep enough to scar. Moving his legs was another matter; the position was not kind to his aching backside. Every movement sent licks of fire up his spine, until it was all he could do to keep from crashing to the floor and screaming.

Satisfied that he was moving, Shadow began to walk, tugging Vio along by the leash. Vio followed, struggling to commit to memory the path they took so they he could remember it later: left, right, left, left, right, right, right, right-FUCK! They were just going in circles now! Damn Shadow.

Shadow half-pulled, half-dragged him up a stairwell. Vio heard the sound of a door creaking open and slamming shut, before another rough yank drew a choking sound from his throat and he scrambled blindly after Shadow Link. The floor was smooth and cold, marble he thought, listening to the clicking of Shadow's boots on the stone, but he wasn't certain.

Shadow lead him down hall after hall, and Vio could feel the welling blood from the many cuts leaking out from beneath the chains, running down his skin in tiny rivulets to no doubt drip onto the floors. Once or twice his hand landed in something sticky, and the smell of blood hit him more strongly. Shadow apparently liked blood on his floors. It occurred to Vio that this would probably drive Blue crazy, and he felt a slight inappropriate grin tugging at his lips.

A high-pitched giggle from somewhere nearby wiped the smile off his face quicker than a blink, and Vio turned his head uselessly towards the sound in an attempt to see who was there.

A door slid open ahead of them, and Shadow, annoyed by Vio's sudden slowness, yanked on the chain hard enough to bring him crashing to the floor with a barely-muffled yelp, nearly cracking his chin on the stone.

More voices, high and grating, more laughter, low and loud, echoed around him and Vio paled. Where the hell were they? Shadow pulled him further into the room, Vio's ears flicking and twitching every which way and his heart pounded as he attempted to determine just how many creatures were in the room. Ten? Twenty? A hundred? There were too many voices, too many echoes all around. He couldn't tell. Was Shadow going to hand him over to these others beings?

More steps, and Vio forced himself up them. The crowd laughed, and someone whistled. Shadow grabbed hold of the collar itself, pulling him to one side and forcing him to sit back on his knees, the spikes in his legs biting ever deeper and his front exposed.

One voice, a woman, the same he'd heard giggling before, spoke up. “It seems your new toy is rather enjoying himself, Shadow Link.”

Vio felt the blood rush to his face. All during the walk, the bonds around his cock and balls hadn't stopped massaging him. It wasn't excessive stimulation; it wouldn't get him off. It had, however, gotten him hard and kept him that way. And now these unseen creatures knew it too, and there was nothing he could do about it. It was utterly humiliating. At least he didn't have to face them.

“It does, doesn't it?” As if sensing his thoughts, Shadow reached down and pulled the blindfold off. It was worse than Vio feared. He and Shadow were on a high dais made of some glossy dark stone, looking out over a large, high-ceiling room filled with creatures of the Dark Realm. Shadow, smug-looking as ever, sat in a high-backed wooden throne upholstered in red silk, while he knelt on the stone floor beside him.

The room was filled not only with many of the lesser monsters like Hinox, Moblins, and Bublins, shifting restlessly in place and glaring at him with hatred in their eyes, but also powerful Big Poes, Wizzrobes, Stalmasters, and dozens of other creatures Vio had only read about, all watching him with cold amusement. One in particular unnerved him, a tall, gangly demon, who stared at him with huge, unblinking amber eyes from a heart-shaped mask.

Feeling exposed and vulnerable, Vio tried to cover himself with his hands, but Shadow wasn't having any of that. “Hands on your thighs, Vio, and chin up, or else.” He ordered. He released the chain and it sank into the wood of the throne, leaving very little slack and Vio with no choice but to comply. He was naked except for his hat; the chains didn't cover anything important. His cock stood stiff and all but bare before these stranger's gazes, and the most he could do to avoid their mocking eyes was stare at their feet. He caught a flash of lavender hair near the tails of the poes, but a Hinox stepped between them before he could be certain of what he'd seen.

Shadow cleared his throat and their murmurings and laughter fell silent. He began to speak, but the language was something strange that Vio didn't recognize. It. . .had never occurred to him that anything but Hylian was spoken here.

His mind wandering from Shadow's foreign words, Vio traced the lines of the chains on his thighs. Well, perhaps chain wasn't the right word. He chanced a glance down at himself. They looked like lines of solid metal, though Vio knew they moved with him as easily as the cotton of his tunic. The length that had leaped between his nipples had twisted itself into a decorative chain close to his chest, and Vio thanked his lucky stars it hadn't gotten caught in the chains on his arms.

Beneath the chains on his thighs his skin was whip-scored and bruised, although he noticed for the first time that someone must have bathed him while he slept, because he was clean, and the only blood on his skin was fresh. Moving one arm slightly out of the way, Vio could see an embarrassingly obvious hand print-shaped bruise on his hip. His chest and stomach didn't look much better, and he was certain his face didn't either. He didn't even want to think about the condition of his backside; the pain spoke volumes about it already.

Shadow switched abruptly back to Hylian (presumably for his benefit), and Vio's eyes flicked to him. “As you can all see, I have captured Vio, one of the so-called Heroes of Hyrule who killed so many of your brethren-”

One of the Bulblins closer to the throne let out a bellow of rage and drew its sword, rushing towards the dais. Vio's eyes shot wide and he flung himself backwards against the wall behind the throne, the chain mercifully extending to allow him to get away. It wasn't necessary, however. The Bulblin barely made it forward three steps before Shadow was there at the bottom of the dias, fire in his eyes and black blade protruding from the monster's back. Shadow twisted it viciously and the Bulbin screamed and dropped its own weapon, thrashing wildly before Shadow kicked it off his sword and lopped off its head, spraying those nearest with the foul-smelling blood.

Shadow turned and ascended the dais, taking a protective stance in front of Vio, still sprawled against the wall. He pointed his blade at the others, green blood dripping from the tip in soft plip plips as he surveyed the room with terrifying calm. His eyes, however, shone with a fury that kept even the most powerful demons from twitching.

“Let this be a warning.” He began, his voice and dangerous. “No one threatens what is mine, and lives.” He pointed his sword at the Bulblin King. “Get out. Take your trash and get out of my sight before I decide to slay the lot of you.”

The King's face was impassive, but he motioned to his followers. Two of them hefted the attacker's body and another the head, and they all quickly backed from the room, unwilling to turn their backs on Shadow lest he suddenly change his mind.

Shadow watched until they were gone before vanishing the blood from his sword and sheathing it. He did nothing about the blood on the floor. It would serve as sufficient warning. He walked back to his throne and gave the chain an almost-gentle tug to bring Vio back to his side. Quiet murmurings echoed in the hall.

Vio obeyed, crawling forward on his hands and knees with a look akin to wonder on his face. “You protected me.” He whispered, his confusion evident.

Shadow scoffed, laying his hand possessively on Vio's head. He didn't look at him, scanning the crowd instead. “You're not going to die until you've been sufficiently punished, and I sure as fucking hell won't let some idiot like that kill you.”

Of course. Vio shook off the stirrings of gratitude he'd felt, reminding himself that to Shadow, he was no more than a toy now, and Shadow wasn't one to let other people break his things. The meeting, or whatever it was, continued on around him, sometimes in Hylian, often not, and Vio forced himself to focus on that, listening for any news on Hyrule. Nothing was said on the subject, however, and curiously enough, although he was openly bragging about holding Vio, Shadow never mentioned Green. Vio filed that away for later consideration.

Shadow clapped his hands and whatever he said seemed to please the guests, because they cheered and began filing towards a pair of large double doors. The doors swung inwards, pulled by two Hinox, and the guests entered. Shadow took hold of Vio's chain and stood, walking towards the door. He stopped when the chain pulled taut, turning back to see what was keeping Vio.

Crawling up stairs was one thing. Crawling DOWN them, however. . . Vio hesitated at the top, staring down the flight before him. Shadow smirked and tugged hard at the chain, causing Vio to slip and pitch forward several steps with an indignant yelp, throwing out his arms to catch himself lest he crack his head open on one of the steps. “Hurry up. I'm hungry. I haven't eaten since breakfast.” Vio hadn't eaten in probably three days.

Vio pushed himself up, scrambling sideways down the rest of the steps, much to the amusement of Shadow and the other creatures watching. Satisfied once he was at his side again, Shadow led Vio through the doors into the next room, similar to the first except for the long table in the center and several smaller tables around the edges. The lesser creatures were relegated to these smaller tables, and the greater beings, the apparent rulers of the various races and more sentient Dark Creatures, sat on either side of the long table. Shadow himself sat at the head, directing Vio to kneel at his feet. Once everyone was seated, Hinox entered the room carrying large trays of food. Vio couldn't see the contents, but the smells of roasted meat, breads, and vegetables wafted to him, and he placed a hand on his stomach when it growled audibly.

Shadow smirked at him, locking eyes as he stabbed a piece of meat with his knife, eating it slowly bite by bite, relishing it as though it were the most delicious steak he'd ever had. Grinning, he poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher and drained it, all-too aware of Vio licking his dry lips while he watched. `

“Ask me nicely,” He said as he filled his cup again, “and I might share with you.”

Cool, sweet water. He would do it for that. “Please, Shadow.” Vio whispered, staring intently at the cup.

“Please what?” A smug grin as he took a sip.

“Please, let me have some water.” Those seated closest had noticed the exchange by now, and they were watching intently, curious to see what he would do.

Shadow seemed to think it over, swirling the goblet idly as he stared at down at Vio. His grin slowly widened. “Alright.” He said, shifting forward in his chair. He leaned down closer to Vio, as though he might take a kiss in payment, then gave him a fangy grin and pulled back, throwing the water in a surprised Vio's face.

Those who had seen burst out laughing, and several who hadn't laughed anyway because their bosses were laughing. Vio coughed and sputtered, reaching up to brush back his blond hair. Shadow grabbed his chin to force Vio to face him, stealing his breath with a kiss before he released him, sitting back up to refill the goblet. “Here.” He said gruffly, pushing the goblet to Vio's lips. Sweet, sweet water! Vio gulped it down, reaching for the goblet to tilt it further and Shadow yanked it back. “Slowly, or you'll make yourself sick!” He snapped. “You'll get nothing else if you puke.”

The goblet returned and Vio drank again, more slowly this time. Shadow let him have a few sips more before he pulled it away, smirking when Vio let out an involuntary whimper at the loss. One of the beings sitting near him said something and Shadow turned his attention to him, leaving Vio's eyes to wander while he waited.

For the first time, Vio noticed that he wasn't the only person in chains in the room. The Big Poe sat perhaps half a dozen seats away, a young man at his feet. He was dressed only in a pair of short red pants, shirtless and barefoot. His lavender head (so he HAD seen someone earlier!) was bowed so Vio couldn't see his face, but he looked painfully thin. His hands were shackled together and his pale purple-gray skin was whip-marked, bruised and bitten. He must have felt the weight of Vio's gaze, for after a moment he lifted his head to look in his direction. Red eyes widened, then narrowed in fury and glared at him. Vio blinked, confused. To his knowledge, he'd never even seen the man before.

Black darted in the corner of his vision and half a slice of bread fell by his knee. Vio looked up at Shadow, who was frowning down at the dropped food. He glanced to Vio and shrugged, pushing it towards him with the toe of his boot. “You can have it.” He said dismissively.

Vio picked up the bread, and hesitated. The other man was staring still, scowling. Perhaps his Master hadn't fared well in the aftermath of Gufuu's downfall, and the man blamed him, Vio reasoned. Whatever his problem was, however, he simply looked too miserable and malnourished for Vio to ignore. Whatever else he was, he was still Link, still a Hero, still kind-hearted beneath whatever outside aloofness he wore. Vio broke the bread in half, made sure Shadow wasn't looking, and taking careful aim, tossed half the slice in the lavender man's direction.

Red eyes grew impossibly larger, darting from the bread to Vio to the Big Poe and back to the bread again before he inched towards it, moving slowly so as not to rattle the chains and alert the Poe. Vio took a bite of his own slice, eyes closing in bliss as he slowly chewed and savored each morsel. The lavender man was staring at him like he'd grown a second head, but after one more glance at the Poe he devoured the bread. He didn't thank him, but Vio hadn't really expected him to.

Shadow tugged at the collar and Vio turned back towards him. His eyes lit up when he saw the goblet in his hand (he was still so thirsty!), and he moved quickly towards it, only to jerk back when he reached it, scowling up at Shadow. The goblet was filled with a strong liquor, and they both knew Vio couldn't hold his liquor well at all. Of the four blond Links, only Blue could. The rest, Green,Vio, and especially Red were lightweights who could barely stand up after a single glass (or in Red's case, about two sips).

Shadow only smirked calmly back. “Drink, Vio.” He pushed cup at him again and Vio sealed his lips around the edge, attempting to appear to drink without actually ingesting any of it. Shadow peered into the goblet and frowned, tipping it back to take a mouthful. He gripped the collar to pull Vio closer as he bent down, pressing their lips together. His free hand moved to fondle the chain between Vio's nipples, caressing it gently before yanking, the coils tightening and pinching his nipples.

Vio opened his mouth to cry out and Shadow forced the liquor from his mouth to Vio's, holding tight until he swallowed it and then abruptly releasing him. Vio fell back, coughing and eyes watering as the alcohol burned its way to his nearly-empty stomach.

“Fucking useless.” Shadow growled. He tossed the rest of the contents of the goblet onto Vio's back to make him scream and kicked him back under the table, leaving him writhing there while he enjoyed the rest of his dinner.

Vio squeezed his eyes shut as his wounds burned, breathing fast and shallow in an attempt to control the pain and minimize movement. No matter how he sat or lay nothing would ease the burn of the alcohol or the bite of the spkies, and still the chains played with his cock and massaged his nipples, keeping him hard and excited. The lavender man watched the scene with a stony expression, then returned his gaze to the floor, letting his long hair hide his face.

The Hinox came and left again. Judging by the sounds around them dessert had been brought out. A tug at his collar forced him to move, and Vio found himself sitting between Shadow's knees, staring up at him. Shadow appraised him for a moment, then held out a small cut of fruit on the palm of his hand. Vio reached up to take it.

“No!” Shadow snapped, withdrawing his hand. “Bad dog!” Vio returned his hand to his thigh and instead leaned forward to pick it up with his mouth. His eyes closed and a soft groan escaped his lips. Heart fruit! Tangy and sweet, juicy, delicious heart fruit, delighting his tongue and sliding down his throat to his too-empty stomach. Vio had always had a weakness for sweets; his addiction to the heavenly fruit was second only to his addiction to chocolate.

Shadow's hand, coated with the fruit's juices, started to pull away from him and Vio quickly caught it with one of his. There was something about this particular fruit; he had to get every drop. He drew his tongue over Shadow's palm in a long line before sucking each finger individually into his mouth, swirling his tongue into every crevice to ensure he didn't miss any. He released the last finger with a small pop, looking up hopefully for more.

Shadow's eyes darkened with lust, and only belatedly did Vio realize what he'd done in his efforts to get the last traces of the fruit. Shadow kept his eyes on him as he lifted the hem of his tunic, pulling his pants down just enough to expose his stirring cock. His hand disappeared over the top of the table again and returned with another section of heart fruit. Vio swallowed and eyed it hungrily, watching as Shadow rubbed it over his shaft and sac, coating his goods in the fruit's thick juices. The perfect image of a smug bastard, Shadow leaned back and waited.

Vio's tongue, stained lightly red from the fruit's juice, lapped eagerly at Shadow's sack first lest any of the precious juice be lost. Really, Vio thought as he cleaned Shadow's manhood with long strokes, fighting him over this based on something as useless as pride didn't make any sense. What pride did he have left when he was naked and bound, tortured in front of beings who didn't kill him only because Shadow still desired him? And then there was the problem of Green, of course, Vio thought as he sucked lightly on the tip, massaging the underside with his tongue. Did Shadow intend to kidnap all of them, or was Green simply at the wrong place at the wrong time? Vio let go of Shadow's cock with a lick to the tip to return to his sack, and Shadow obliged by rubbing the fruit over his length again, watching Vio take the entire length into his mouth to suck the juice away. The stuff was as good as catnip, Vio swore it.

That same giggle sounded from somewhere above the table. Why did it sound so familiar? “Shadow Link, we all know what you're doing just by the look on your face! Don't hide your toy, let the rest of us enjoy the show!”

Shadow smirked. “If you insist, M'lady.” The fruit fell to the floor and Vio yelped when Shadow abruptly pulled him off his cock with a grip on the leash and stood, not the least bit shy about his raging erection as he shoved plates and dishes aside to make space. The beings around the long table began to jeer when Shadow hauled Vio to his feet and threw him on the table. He landed hard on his side, sending several more plates crashing to the floor and the spikes to tear deeper holes in his skin.

Vio felt a flash of fear. What in the world? Was Shadow planning to serve him for dessert? Shadow had a possessive hand on Vio's hip, searching the table for something. He grinned and held his free hand out, a half-full bottle of the same liquor he'd forced Vio to drink appearing in it. He uncorked the bottle and pushed it to Vio's lips. “Want some?” He asked. Vio sealed his lips shut and shook his head, but Shadow only laughed. “Suit youself.” He took a swig and poured a good amount of it over Vio's body with the air of one marinating a bird before roasting. The burning which had only just begun to subside flared again. Vio thrashed and tried to struggle away but the chains hardened around his limbs, forcibly stilling him.

Shadow positioned him back on his side with his weight braced against his arms. The chains around his buttocks tightened, pulling the round globes apart to allow a better view. Watching him with lips quirked Shadow taunted him with the quarter-full bottle, waving it in front of his face before brushing the opening down his crack towards his hole. Vio's eyes grew huge when he realized what Shadow intended and he tried to shake his head in denial. “Shadow, no please!”

Shadow grinned widely and shoved the neck of the bottle into Vio's still-sore hole, drawing forth more delicious screams. His passage had yet to heal, and the alcohol only served to aggravate the wounds. The creatures laughed as Shadow fucked him with the bottle, shoving it further and further inside as its contents filled him. Vio's head spun as the alcohol crashed into his system, and he groaned, lowering his head to rest on his arms.

“Oh look!” That voice cooed again. “His face is so flushed and pretty! Are you crying, little Hero? I think you are!” Vio struggled to lift his head, and through his double vision he thought he saw Princess Zelda, but wait, no, this was. . . this had to be her dark counterpart. The woman was smiling at him gleefully. She reached out to take his chin in her hand, wanting a better look at his cute face. Shadow smacked her hand away.

“Don't touch him!” He snapped, tossing the now-empty bottle aside. “He's mine, get your own.” Without further warning he grabbed one of Vio's legs and hooked it over his shoulder, slamming inside of him as deep as he could go. The alcohol, pathetic lube that it was, made the passage slightly easier than his first time, but the pain worse; he hadn't yet healed. Vio cried out with the pain of it, burying his face in his arms. Shadow gave him no time to adjust, penetrating him deeply and aiming for that place he knew would make him scream long and loud for their audience.

Shadow grabbed a handful of purple hat and hair, yanking Vio's head up so he couldn't hide. The decorative chain between his nipples bounced against his chest, glinting dimly in the light. Shadow bent further over him, forcing his leg further back as he drove in deeper, the new tears over the claw marks on his thighs drawing a breathy squeak. The onlookers cheered and hollered, excited by his tears and the blood that seeped from Vio's body to stain the gray tablecloth a dark red. Alcohol dulled his horror when his cock twitched and he gave a long, keening moan, his body spasming around Shadow Link as he came, spilling his semen across the table.

Dark (Shadow?) Zelda dipped her fingers in it and licked them clean, smiling sinisterly at Shadow. “He's delicious, Shadow Link. I see why you want to keep him all for yourself.”

Shadow grunted, burying himself balls deep before pulling out and driving in again. “Enjoy it. That's the only taste of him you're ever getting.” He showed no signs of slowing, lifting Vio's hips to get a better angle.

Much to his embarrassment Vio felt himself hardening again. One being, a Twili he would later learn, leaned in close to inspect his prick but didn't touch it. “He's not half-bad. If you get tired of him, Shadow Link, I'll take him.”

“If your fucking dreams, Midna!” Shadow growled possessively, releasing Vio's hair to slam his hand between Midna and Vio, a barrier to keep her away.. “He's mine. It's my cock in his ass, I'm the one who makes him cum. MINE!” He drove in deep and Vio screamed hoarsely, stars shooting in front of his eyes. Close again, already so, so close! Shadow leaned over him, his hair falling free from his lopsided hat to obscure everything from Vio's blurred sight but his face. “Tell them who you belong to.” He ordered, nailing that spot again. “TELL THEM!”

“Yoooouu.” Vio groaned.

“LOUDER!” He wrapped his hand around Vio's still-bruised manhood, drawing a pained mewl from the nearly-immobilized Vio. Shadow's thrusts were quick and deep now, his breathing harsh as he neared his own climax.

“YOU, SHADOW!” Vio yelled, “I belong. . .to you!” The onlookers screamed their approval while Shadow pumped him hard until he came for the second time, coating his chest and stomach with the sticky fluid. Shadow thrust in until their hips met, filling Vio's abused entrance with hot cum as he groaned. He pulled out and fixed his clothes, pulling a trembling Vio from the table and shoving him beneath it like used trash without a second glance as the Hinox brought more wine.

The lavender man listened to the ordeal in silence. Serves him right! He thought, but his heart wasn't in it. He tried to blame the weaker Hylian form he'd been forced to take as part of his captivity, but whatever it was, some part of him felt sorry for the Hero, held prisoner by his shade. He knew well enough Shadow's sexual. . .appetites. . .

Damn.

Those blue eyes met his, then slipped closed as he collapsed to the floor, cum-spattered chest rising and falling far too slowly to be healthy. The man stared for a moment at the mess Shadow had made of the Hero, then looked at the bowl of water his Master, the Big Poe, had placed on the floor for him some time before. Chancing another glance and seeing the Poe wasn't paying him any mind, he picked up the bowl and crawled towards the fallen Hero as quietly as he could. He knelt beside him, gently tilting his head up and pouring a small amount of water in his mouth, careful not to choke him.

Vio stirred slightly, accepting the water that passed his lips. He felt so very tired, but he could make out nothing more than a blur of lavender. “...N...ame?” He mumbled.

The lavender man's lips twitched. “Vaati.” He was probably too drunk to remember it anyway.

“...'Sanks...Vaa...ti..”

The feet around them shifted and Vaati laid him back down quickly before scrambling back to his place by the Poes. He had one more glimpse of Vio laying limp before his chain was yanked and he scrambled out after the Poe.

Shadow waited until they had all left before he returned to the table to collect Vio. Decorated with blood and cum once more, he lay still where Shadow had left him. A snap of his fingers and the spikes retracted, the chains pulling back into the metal collar, which clicked quietly and also fell from his throat. Shadow lifted him gently, cradling him against his chest as he made his way to his chambers. A bath was already drawn and waiting in his bathroom, and Shadow dismissed his own clothes as he stepped into it.

Vio hissed when the hot water touched his body, but didn't wake, Shadow made sure of it. He sank down carefully into the water, holding Vio in his lap. He used a cup to wet Vio's hair, combing a sweet-smelling soap through it before rinsing it with the cup again, carefully guarding his eyes with one hand. He took a soft cotton cloth and soaped it, gently washing the filth from Vio's bruised face, working his way down his bitten neck and the rest of his bleeding body. Once he was clean Shadow lifted him from the slightly pinkish water, wrapping one large towel around Vio and another around his own waist before carrying him back into his room. He sat and simply held him for the better part of an hour, enjoying the closeness.

“Oh Vio,” He sighed, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Why won't you let me hold you like this when you're awake? I want to, I do, but you have to be punished first. You have to learn why you cannot betray me and get away with it. When you understand, then I can hold you like this all the time.” Only silence and slow, uneven breathing met his whispers.

Heaving another heavy sigh he stood, dropping the towel and reforming his tunic before strolling through the quiet halls to the dungeons. He stepped into Vio's cell and laid him on his side on a wooden bench against the back of the wall, and with a soft snap of his fingers, normal chains latched about his neck and wrists to restrain him, and a blindfold formed over his eyes.

“As soon as you learn...” Shadow murmured, turning and strolling from the otherwise-empty dungeon.
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