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Traitor	By : MyouTakara Category: Zelda > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9773 -:- 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 Nine

Green eyes were amused. Bloodied red were not. "Why do you think I know anything?"

Sheik's face was gaunt, his stance weary. For weeks everyone had searched for the missing hero in purple ("No, if he's wearing green, red, or blue, it's NOT HIM!"). The old shopkeeper found Vio's belongings, including his Four Sword, in an alley behind his store the day after he disappeared. The parchment pages of his library books were soaked and and rendered illegible by the rain, stained with all manner of things, including something crimson, something that looked suspiciously like-

No. No, Sheik wouldn't think of that. He couldn't bring himself to think like that.

He and Green had asked at the library, but the timid librarian could offer little more than the time Vio had left- much later than he usually would- and his help in the search. They scoured the city and the fields beyond. Envoys traveled to the Gorons, the Zora, and even the Gerudo on Zelda's behalf, requesting help in the search. Blue even hunted down some of the higher-level monsters remaining in Hyrule, to see if he could squeeze any information out of them.

Nobody had seen him. No ransom notes arrived. Nobody knew of any rising Dark Lords trying to make a statement.

It seemed as though Vio had simply vanished. Time passed, and the searches began to taper off. The ordinary people returned to their ordinary lives, the Hylian Knights returned to their normal duties (no matter how much it pained them to abandon the search, these things happened, as the general said.), and the Gorons and Zoras returned home. Only the other three heroes and Sheik himself continued the search. Only they refused to give up, even though all of Hyrule and most of the neighboring countries had already been searched.

And that was what brought Sheik to his present location, facing the last person in the world he wanted to deal with. All the worst of himself, wrapped up in one glowing, flamboyant, frustrating package.

"Because. . . if there's anything to know, you know it. You're the gossip of the Dark World. You know everything about everyone." Sheik ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes in frustration when the bastard had the gall to laugh at him.

"Flattery gets you nowhere, mon obscurité." Hands clasped behind his back and an irritating grin on his glowing face, the being leaned in close, violating Sheik's personal space until fawn-brown hair obscured his vision. The Sheikah only gave him a dry stare. "But for you, I'll make an exception. I've heard. . . rumors."

Sheik twitched. "Rumors? What kind of rumors?"

One glowing finger wagged in front of his face. "Now now, mon obscurité! You should know better than that! I don't divulge rumors, only information. And it's not information. . . "

". . .until you're certain, yes I know, but this is important!" Sheik interjected.

The other pouted. "Don't interrupt. It's rude!" He brightened again, looping a white-clad arm around Sheik's shoulder which was quickly thrown off. He danced away, laughing. "But if I find anything I'll be sure to let you know. I imagine your green knight is very worried about the clever little hero." He cocked his head to the side. "And if he's worried, then you're upset, and if you're upset because he's worried you'll suppress it to help him, and then guess who gets to deal with it? Your poor, beleaguered-"

"I don't care why you're doing it, just make yourself useful for once and help us find him!" Sheik snapped, temper growing thin.

The other clapped a hand to his white-clad chest, heaving a dramatic sigh. "Mon obscurité, you wound me! I'm always useful-" his expression turned positively demonic. "- for a price." He cackled, springing away and through a portal of light.

Sheik scowled and stalked away. Finding Vio was the priority now, even if it meant dealing with. . .HIM.

"Come on, Vio," Shadow crooned, holding the spoon to his lips. "You have to eat something."

Vio resolutely turned his face away, choosing instead to focus his gaze on the black silk sheets. Black. So much of it, everywhere he looked. It reminded him of darkness and death, of pain and cold stone walls surrounding him. Sure, his new prison was softer and marginally warmer, but it was no less a cage for all that.

Shadow shifted, leaning over him with the spoon of simple, by-now cooled broth pressed to his lips. Again, Vio refused and turned his face away, glaring at him. "Last time you drugged me."

"I told you! I was horny, and I didn't want to hurt you." Shadow responded, quickly growing irritated with Vio's defiance.

Vio's glare didn't waver. "I couldn't think straight for three days."

"Details." Shadow waved it off. "It worked, didn't it? You couldn't feel any pain either. Now, eat!" Vio opened his mouth to spout a retort, but this time Shadow was faster, shoving the spoon in his mouth. Vio's face screwed up and he spat the broth out, right in Shadow's face.

Shadow snarled, smacked him across the face and chucked the bowl at him. The lip caught him in the head and the bowl overturned, dousing him and his surroundings with its contents. His hair and chest dripped with vegetable broth, and bits of carrots and radish dotted his skin. The mess spattered onto the headboard and seeped into the cloth around him, although the dark material showed no stains.

"Fine, then!" Shadow seethed. "Don't eat! Starve to death! See if I care!" He stomped out the door, slamming it loudly. Ahead of him, the formerly great Wind Mage knelt on the stone floor with a rag in his hand and sweat dripping from his forehead, polishing the surface to a dark gleam. He was still shirtless (not that his thin chest made great eye candy or anything. When one loses the power to manipulate his form. . .well, one tends to get stuck in a less-than-perfect body) and his red pants looked frayed and worn; no one had bothered providing him with new clothing. To look at him, one would never guess he'd once been the feared demon Gufuu. Shadow stopped above him, staring down at him coldly.

"Missed a spot." He grunted, nudging the area with his foot. Vaati glared and turned to look; Shadow smirked, kicking him hard in the chest while he was distracted. Vaati rolled and hit the wall with a thump, his head smacking hard against the wall.

Shadow stared off ahead of him, not bothering to spare Vaati another glance. "Useless worm. Forget the floor, go help Vio clean up."

Vaati picked himself up off the floor, brushing off his pants and grumbling as Shadow strolled away. Irritated, he kicked over the bucket of polishing solution he'd been using, satisfied by the resulting clang and slosh of liquid.

Shadow's voice carried back from around the corner. "You're cleaning that up!"

Vaati shook his fist at him and whirled about, feet stomping with impotent anger all the way down the hall to the obnoxious double doors leading to Shadow's room while he fumed. That arrogant, overweening, self-important, narcissistic-

"Vaati?" Drawn from his internal rant, Vaati looked over towards the bed. Exhausted blue eyes blinked at him, one hand lifting in a weak wave. He still found it hard to believe that the man on the bed played any part in his downfall. He looked. . .pathetic, really, covered in soup with a bloody gash on his head.

Vaati heaved a sigh, making his way to the bed. "You need a bath. Can you walk yet?" He reached up to lay a hand on the collar around Vio's neck, and the chain attaching him to the bed fell away. He couldn't leave the room unless he was escorted by Shadow, but he could at least move around within it if a servant was present.

Vio moved to sit up. "I'm still sore, but it's been..."

"Two and half weeks." Vaati answered softly, placing an arm around his shoulders. "Let's not try it. The types of wounds you have are slow-healing, and with the way you've been eating, even more so."

Vio flushed, struggling for words. "He drugged me! I won't- I can't-"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me." Vaati interrupted, moving to help Vio to the edge of the bed. A muttered spell and wave of his hand lifted Vio from the bed, carrying him through the open door to the ornate and overly-large (because Shadow was a self-centered child, that's why) bath, filled as always with steaming water. Incense burned along the edges of the tub, the thick scent sweet and heady. Vaati shot the smoldering sticks a disgusted stare, scowling, but he said nothing about them. It wasn't his business.

Vio sighed in relief when the wind set him gently in the shallow water at the end of the tub. Vaati moved quickly around the edge, setting the items he needed where he could easily reach them. He seemed eager to be out of the room. "Will you be all right by yourself?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you Vaati." Vio answered, reaching for a bottle of shampoo. "Hey, Vaati?"

He paused, already half-way to the door. "Hm?"

"Where did you learn your magic?" Vio sounded genuinely curious.

Vaati stiffened. Vio, though often tired now, was still the most intelligent of the Heroes. If he didn't choose his words carefully the boy would figure out the truth. If he did, he would doubtless demand that something be done about Vaati's continued existence, and Shadow would all-too-happily oblige. . .

A half-truth, he thought, would be best. "From my teacher, Master Ezlo, when I was a child."

Vio made a thoughtful sound, dunking his head to rinse the soap from his hair. "Where is your teacher now, Vaati?"

Ah, that.

It didn't matter to the other Minish that the Hero had forgiven him for his weakness. To them, he was irredeemable. To them, he was born evil, and evil he would always be.

Such was the fate of the red-eyed Minish.

He'd thought that perhaps Master Ezlo would be different, but no... No, that was not to be. If anything, he was worse. Vaati couldn't take it anymore.

He still remembered the terror on the old wizard's face as his giant, bat-like form bore down on him, and all the others who had been so cruel. . .

"He was murdered by a demon named Gufuu some years ago." Vaati answered softly. He hoped he sounded appropriately mournful.

"Gufuu." Vio spat the name with such anger and hatred that Vaati almost winced. "Well, you don't need to worry. The others and I took care of him. Your teacher is avenged."

Vaati was glad his back was to the Hero, because surely his expression would have betrayed him. "I have heard of your deeds. I thank you." The words tasted like gravel in his mouth. His anxiousness to get out of the room, born both from a desire not to give himself away and to get away from that damnable incense, grew. "Will you be alright in here by yourself? I have to. . . change the sheets."

The vehemence drained from Vio's expression and tone. "Oh, yes. . . I'll be fine, thank you. Sorry about that."

Vaati waved it off, shutting the door all but a crack behind him as he returned to the room to clean up. He stopped by the bed, staring at the mess of spattered soup. Vaati clenched his fists, reminded of his failure to poison the Hero. He hadn't been able to do it. . . but why? Surely it wasn't due to some misplaced sense of gratitude for his one small act of kindness? No, that couldn't be it! This was one of the four (five?) who had DARED to stand against him. He would have crushed them all without a second thought if the Dark Mirror hadn't been broken by that- that-

No, Vaati told himself firmly. He couldn't do it because the contract wouldn't let him. Shadow did not want Vio harmed by any hand but his own, and that was the only reason the Hero wasn't already dead.

Nodding to himself, Vaati set about stripping the sheets, ignoring (as he so often did) that little voice in the back of his mind whispering 'liar. . . '

Once the door shut behind Vaati, Vio found himself alone again. Idly, he reached for the soap. He recalled it smelling of lavender, but he couldn't tell over the strong scent of the incense, growing more powerful with every moment. He ran the soap along his body, over his arms and chest and down his stomach, groaning lightly. His skin felt more sensitive than usual, or perhaps that was just because he'd grown so used to feeling cold he wasn't ready for the return of feeling the warm water brought.

He touched the soap to his groin, startled to find himself half-hard already. He hissed as he rubbed, his body begging for more contact. He squirmed where he sat, every brush of his thighs or the soap drawing pleasure from his loins. Embarrassed, he cast a glance about the room to ensure he was alone. Assured of this, he gripped his member lightly, biting his lip to try to keep quiet as he stroked it. Every touch hurt; he hadn't quite healed from the Hinox's abuse, but oh it felt so blissfully good. He doubled over in the tub, keening quietly. Close, so close!-

"Well, aren't you a sight." Vio's eyes snapped open, but his hand didn't- couldn't- stop. Shadow stood by the other end of the tub watching him with lust-filled eyes, an obvious bulge in the front of his tunic. A snap and he was in the water, naked, looming over Vio, and keeping him caged with his forearms resting against the sides of the tub.

He chuckled, placing a hand over Vio's to stop his strokes, drawing a desperate whine from parted lips. Vio panted, his need for contact overriding coherent thought as he arched against Shadow's body. What the hell was wrong with him?

Shadow groaned, pulling him closer and claiming his lips. "My wanton little pet. You need me, don't you? Hm? You can tell your Master."

Need? Yes. Need. He needed him. Vio nodded weakly. Unsatisfied with this, Shadow ground their hips together, the touch like electricity across his too-sensitive skin and Vio cried out in desperation. "Yes!"

Pleased, Shadow kissed him again, turning him so that he knelt with his forearms resting on the marble floor outside the tub. Shadow pulled back a moment and Vio whimpered. A cork popped behind him. Lips pressed against the back of his neck, two slick fingers pressing inside of his not-quite-healed body and drawing a pained hiss.

"I offered you something to dull the pain," Shadow said softly in response, drawing his fingers slowly in and out. "But you didn't want it. You should feel grateful I'm giving you this much, desperate and sexy as you are. I wouldn't bother if I didn't love you, you know." The fingers disappeared and Shadow shifted behind him in the water, reaching again for the jar on the side of the tub to coat his member generously with the oil. He gripped Vio's hips to line himself up with Vio's entrance, slipping slowly inside of him with a drawn-out guttural sound.

Vio yelled sharply, the pain overtaking the hazy lust for a moment. He buried his face in his arms, fingers clawing at the stone. The oil helped, certainly, but he wasn't fully healed and oh how it HURT! Shadow pulled out and slid in again, moving uncharacteristically slowly. It almost seemed like he was attempting to be gentle. Almost.

"The Wizzrobes did a decent job." He murmured, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Vio's sensitive neck and enjoying the soft gasp that resulted. "I can barely tell a Hinox had you." But Vio was no longer listening, the powerful scent of the incense filling his lungs and clouding his mind with lust once more.

Shadow quickened his pace, one hand reaching to wrap around Vio's member, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Vio cried out, arching his back to press against Shadow again, panting and moaning. The shift caused Shadow to slam against his prostate, the added pleasure overtaking him like a wave and driving him to orgasm with a shrill scream. Vio collapsed forward onto the marble, Shadow's every touch sizzling across his sensitive skin and still painfully aroused body.

Shadow pulled out and lifted him, laying Vio on his back and hooking his legs over Shadow's shoulders. He leaned forward until Vio was bent almost double, panting and gasping for breath, tangling his fingers in Shadow's hair as he begged and pleaded incoherently, whining and needy. Shadow palmed his erection and he nearly shrieked, the sensation almost too much for him. He came again when Shadow did, the sensation of being filled and stroked sending his body plummeting over the edge into a mire of hazy pleasure from which he could not escape.

A gentle breeze blew through the room. The heavy scent of the incense started to fade, and with it his mind began to clear. What the hell am I doing? Shadow withdrew from him, lowering him back into the water to wash away the mess of sweat and cum on his body. He lifted him ever-so-gently from the water, wrapping him in a fluffy towel and setting him down on one of the chairs in the room. Naked, he sauntered to the edge of the tub to collect the half-burned incense, sticking the ends briefly in the tub to extinguish them. He made a thoughtful sound, examining the sticks.

"I need to remember to thank Majora for these." he murmured.

Vio choked, red-faced and humiliated. "You!- THOSE are the reason I- I-"

Shadow gave him an amused stare. "Behaved like the slut I know you are? I wouldn't put ALL the blame on these little beauties, but yes, they helped." He smirked, putting them away in one of the many cabinets in the room.

Vio sputtered, but grew quiet, drawing the towel around himself for warmth. Shadow scooped him up again (failing to notice Vio tensing at the touch) and walked back through the slightly-open door to the bedroom. Vaati knelt on the carpet, scrubbing at a broth-stain. Judging by the redness of his face, he'd heard everything. Shadow sat Vio down on the bed, nudging Vaati with his foot.

"Up." He ordered. He made his way to the closet and pulled something out, tossing it over his shoulder to land on Vaati's head. "Dress him in that." He grabbed one of his own tunics, pulling it on.

Vaati pulled the cloth from his head, grumbling, and squeaked, turning it this way and that. What in the?...

"Hurry up!" Shadow snapped, impatient.

Vaati obeyed, dressing the Hero like a. . . like a common chamberlain would! He, the great Demon Lord Gufuu, forced to serve his conqueror! Of all the insulting, demeaning tasks that bastard could conjure up. . .

Then again, he wasn't the one in the dress.

And it WAS a dress (although it looked disturbingly similar to his normal tunic in Vaati's mind). The fabric was a shimmery purple (of course), and sheer to point that in the right light it would leave nothing to the imagination. It was sleeveless, clinging to the contours of his chest like a second skin before flaring out into a loose skirt below the waist. It ended in black lace just above his knees, a scandalous length on any lady, and made all the worse on him for lack of tights, or indeed, any underclothing at all.

Shadow made a sound of approval, striding over to examine the effect. "Just one more touch, then you're coming with me to the meeting of the Lords."

Vio paled as Shadow seized his arms. He called the lesser shadows to him, twirling them around Vio's wrists to bind them with purple leather cuffs to match the collar about his neck. A chain traveled between his cuffed hands and his collar, restricting his movements. This done, Shadow reached for a brush, drawing it gently through Vio's hair.

"I want you where I can keep an eye you, and I assure you that you'll be perfectly safe this time. No one will be able to reach you." Shadow murmured. Somehow, his assurances didn't allay Vio's fears.

Brushing his own hair quickly and placing his black hat on his head, Shadow snapped his fingers in Vaati's general direction. "Out."

Vaati hurriedly gathered up the soiled bedclothes and made his way towards the door (a slightly ridiculous-looking sight, since the ball of dirtied linen was nearly as large as him), exiting the room.

Shadow scooped Vio into his arms bridal-style, with one hand supporting his back and the other under his knees, strolling from the room. Two Hinox stood guard near the stairs, and Vio couldn't help the involuntary shudder that passed through him. Shadow's eyes flicked to him, and his grip tightened protectively, his glare ensuring the Hinox didn't dare to so much as glance in their direction.

The color scheme of the throne room seemed to be as shifting as Shadow's hair (which, now that he looked at it, was mostly silver with streaks of purple running through it today. What the?. . .). The throne this time was black stone with silver cushions, seeming to rise from the floor itself. The stone carried throughout the room and up to the ceiling, which was shot through with streaks of white-silver, like shining basalt swirled through with gleaming precious metals.

Several lords and ladies of the Dark World were present (although the Poes were noticeably absent this time). One of the ladies giggled and Vio's face flushed red as he realized that Shadow didn't have a grip on the bottom of the dress, and as a result it flapped against his thighs, likely flashing the entire right side of the room with every step. As if being carried into the room in a dress wasn't bad enough! Humiliated, Vio hurriedly attempted to gather the loose fabric and cover himself, with very limited success. Stealing a glance at Shadow's smirking face told him he had expected this problem, indeed, planned it. He purposefully shifted his grip so he wasn't holding any of the fabric at all, his grin widening when it slipped down and pooled about Vio's hips despite the red-faced Hero's best efforts to keep himself covered.

Distracted by this, Vio didn't immediately notice where they were headed. On the dais beside Shadow's throne sat a large. . .well, it looked like a silver bird cage, but tall enough for an average-sized man to stand in, and more than wide enough to allow him to stretch out his legs when he sat. As they approached Vio saw that the bottom of it was covered by a thick, purple cushion. The door swung open with a snap of Shadow's fingers, and he gingerly placed Vio inside and shut the door.

Vio's eyes met Shadow's for a moment and he saw him smirk before stepping back and snapping his fingers, the darkness of a barrier flaring around the cage for a moment before he moved out of Vio's immediate line of sight, taking a seat in his throne to begin...whatever it was they were doing. They were speaking in the Dark World tongue again, and he'd only managed to pick up a little of it so far (mostly the curses Vaati and Shadow were fond of using). He was much better at learning written languages than spoken. . .

Looking out towards the crowd, he saw that the one in the mask was watching him again, this time accompanied by a very unhappy looking blue-haired man. . . or, no, wait, now that he thought about it, perhaps he had been there before. He seemed almost to blend into the shadows (in much the way that Sheik tended to, actually), and Vio had the distinct impression that if he didn't want to be noticed, he wouldn't be.

Shadow's voice rose to a sudden shout and Vio flinched involuntarily, snapping his attention towards the throne. Shadow was on his feet and yelling at one of the other shadows in the crowd, clearly upset by something the now-cowering man had said. He picked out the words "dim-witted fucktard," "Hyrule," "cock-sucking codpiece," "kill," "asshole," and his own name, which concerned him. He frowned, shifting in place to try to get a better view.

Shadow's eyes snapped to his and he shrank back, but it was already too late. Shadow seemed to know he was beginning to understand. He raised his left hand and snapped his fingers, a dark mist seeming to flow from him and encircle the room. He spoke in soft Hylian. "I don't think the light playthings need to be awake for this discussion."

Vio, being closest, fell first, slumping to the cushioned floor of the cage in a deep sleep. Others followed: the Hylian, Gerudo, and Zora, slaves and toys kept by dwellers of the Dark World. Most of them sat on the floor anyway, so their mist-fueled unconsciousness went mostly ignored, except for the occasional kick when one landed on their master's boot.

Shadow opened his mouth to continue when something caught his eye, tumbling down from the rafters high above their heads. It- he- landed on Lady Midna, who gave a startled yelp as she was abruptly pushed to the ground under its weight. The crowd parted as Shadow bolted from the dais, over to Midna who had used her hair to push it- a man- off and was getting to her feet with the help of Dark Zelda, both their gazes locked on the unconscious figure on the floor.

"What in the?. . ." Midna peered at the man curiously, something like familiarity flickering in her eyes.

His clothes were white, and rumpled from his fall, but he seemed otherwise- miraculously- unharmed. Fawn brown hair fell in his face, obscuring it. Shadow nudged him with his boot and knelt beside him, reaching out to turn him over, when a pulse of magic signaled the fall of an illusion, and his skin began to glow, causing everyone present to cover their eyes and turn away with cries of pain.

Shadow gave an angry yell. "What the FUCK?" Seething, he snapped his fingers, binding the stranger tightly with shadows. Still rubbing his eyes and unable to see, he snapped at his Hinox. "Get him out of here. Lock him up, and WATCH HIM!"

Anyone interested in an artist's rendition of Vio's cage, go look for "Perfume" on Kurotorasempai's DeviantArt page.
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