The meeting was boring, as meetings usually were. The congregation of knights gathered weekly for tedious discussion of the future of Skyloft, the Surface, and the sky between, sitting around a table laden with crude hand-drawn maps and tiny wooden figurines in rough approximations of knights and their birds. Ghirahim could offer to fix all their imperfections with a wave of his hand (for example, the Temple of Time was misplaced in Faron and the Ancient Cistern misspelled horribly), but he knew Link would get offended by his pointing out of the flaws and refuse his aid.
Instead, he watched as two people who had barely seen the Surface argue over where the best water source was, drumming his fingers on the table. (He knew the answer. However after the last time he chimed in and suggested they consider the kikwis as a food source, Link banned him from contributing. Rude!)
The head of the knights (Eagle? Meagus? he never bothered to learn) was adamant about using the lake, but one of the professors of the academy (tall, long white hair desperately needing a trim, Ghirahim could see the split ends from here) was going on about parasites and worms and the benefits of spring water, things he had never bothered to consider. Humans were so fragile and picky. Link had never seemed to be such a snob about where he got his hydration. He would still be filling his bottles from the muddy puddles in Eldin if Ghirahim weren't there to stop him.
Speaking of his recent acquisition in the department of companion, the hero sat next to him looking as bored as he felt. He put in a valiant effort to pay attention, but his eyes were glassy as he stared at an indiscriminate point between the bickering adults. If he hadn't been banned from making suggestions, Ghirahim would put an end to this childish scuffle and remind them that Lake Floria was salt water, anyway.
He had picked up the nearest wooden doll and was mindlessly twirling it when he felt a tap on the small of his back. Firm, clear, no mistake, the doll froze precariously on its edge as Ghirahim glanced toward Link, now sitting at perfect attention with the hint of a smile on his face.
An innocuous sign, no one else would have even noticed it. But he knew what that meant. Setting the doll back where he found it, Ghirahim had to pause and collect himself from the shock that his hero would be bold enough to ask for that here.
Link repeated the motion, slower and more insistent. This time, he glanced Ghirahim's direction, lips pressed together in anticipation, his hands bunched in his tunic where they rest on his lap. He looked at him ever so sweetly, like he hadn't just asked to hand over all control to the demon and accept whatever he could possibly imagine to be done to him.
See, the sign was something Link had suggested himself, like a game. A secret only the two of them shared. They had agreed upon the terms, and though Ghirahim had his own reservations, Link assured him he knew what he was getting into. Anything, anywhere, at his discretion. Whatever he wanted, Link was at his disposal. A perfect little toy to be played with.
Well. Anything meant he could deny him as well. Ignoring the third press poking into his spine, Ghirahim turned his gaze away from Link and back to the table.
Link hadn't wanted anything too obvious. Nothing with words, in case he couldn't make his voice ring. Nothing that would draw attention to them, even though under his terms if Ghirahim wanted to bend him over right that second he shouldn't say no. There was the unspoken rule that they wouldn't do anything so bad as to damage their reputation, but Ghirahim wondered if Link quite understood the arrangement he himself had offered. Either could stop this at any moment, but Link worried him sometimes. He didn't know his own limits.
Why would I need a safe word?
When I'm done with you, you're going to find out.
Link had in fact out found he needed a safe word. Or rather, safe sign, as he had completely frozen up and hadn't spoken for three days following the event. Ghirahim wasn't exactly remorseful, as it was a lesson he needed to be taught, but he wouldn't want it to happen again.
For the fourth time Link dug his finger into the small of his back, not taking Ghirahim's silence as answer. His hand shot out and grabbed Link's wrist, interrupting the discussion to address him directly.
"Did you need something, Link?"
They had done this a couple of times, once or twice in Link's bedroom, a few in the solitude of the Surface, at night behind the armory. Never so publicly. Ghirahim had never denied him, either. Spoiled little brat always got what he wanted immediately. That would have to change.
Link gawked at him. The room had fallen silent, waiting for an answer Ghirahim was sure wouldn't come. Grinning wickedly, he savored the blush that rose on Link's cheeks as he shook his head, eyes darting down to his lap as he was surely disappointed in Ghirahim's response to his invitation to play.
"My mistake."
Conversation continued, finally someone mentioning Floria's salinity, and Ghirahim leaned across Link acting as if he was going to grab the figure on his far side. Next to his ear, he leaned down and hissed, "Stay silent."
A lot of times that wasn't a choice for him. But Link had been talking up a storm earlier that morning (if only he had been feeling so cheeky then, Ghirahim would have taken advantage and shut him up with a co*ck in his mouth), and he often had things to add at these meetings. While it wasn't unusual for him not to speak, someone might notice. Someone might start to ask questions.
Still, Link perked up at the order. He showed no other indication he would follow it, but Ghirahim knew he got a thrill from being pushed about. Thank Hylia for her gorgeous, gorgeous hero, instilled with what he could best describe as an intense necessity to be subservient and a praise kink the size of Eldin Volcano.
His hand slipped under the table, resting on Link's thigh. There. Link was finally getting what he had asked for, it seemed to him. Ghirahim slid his fingers gently, teasingly up his leg, almost absently and certainly innocent if anyone caught a glimpse of them. Link was going crazy.
Across the table, trouble was stirring. The spirit maiden was watching Link like a hawk, noticing something was off about her best friend. Joined at the hip, nothing would get past her. He knew she knew, so... why not let her join in on the fun?
Zelda caught Ghirahim's stare and he smiled pleasantly, at that moment grabbing Link's co*ck through his trousers as he let out a tiny imperceptible squeak. He couldn't have that, so he squeezed harder, Link biting the finger of his left hand to keep himself in line.
She was looking between the two of them, and oh, yes, she noticed. Quickly darting away, her head spun so fast she must have given herself whiplash, butting into the conversation with excuses of why the meeting had to end now, how little daylight was left and how they couldn't be having this conversation if they hadn't fully scouted the area. Spoil-sport. Ghirahim removed his hand, Link sighed, the knights slowly began to filter out from the meeting room.
When Ghirahim rose from his chair, Link followed like a lost remlit, hands pressed over his tunic to hide the obvious tent that was unfortunately forming. They weren't the last to leave the room, that tall yellow-tuniced student staying behind to bother the plant professor, and this couldn't have provided a better opportunity for him.
Link was completely taken off guard when Ghirahim slammed him into the wall outside the meeting room, the halls of the academy empty but echoing with the chatter of occupants just out of sight. Placing a hand over his mouth, Ghirahim didn't waste any time.
"Remember what I told you." Ripping open Link's trousers, the button clinking as it pattered down the floor, Ghirahim roughly tugged him from his pants and into his hand. "Better hurry. We're not alone, are we?"
Link had his eyes squeezed shut and his head pressed to the stone wall. He was trying his very best, poor thing, but couldn't quite keep the small hitches in his breath or the quiet moans from leaving his mouth.
"whor*. Asking for this back there, in the middle of the classroom? During a meeting? Do you want all of Skyloft to know how you spread your legs, how you beg to be f*cked in the middle of the day?"
Link shook his head, frantically glancing at the open classroom. Loud conversation from the two inside drifted into the hall, the academy's open plan not doing much to separate them. If they stopped to listen, they would surely hear Ghirahim's insults. Whispers carry.
"What, afraid someone will notice now? I think your friend already did, you should thank her next time you see her. She's the reason that dreadful meeting ended early, and the reason you're going to spend the next hour on your knees."
Link let out a rather loud moan, trying to push Ghirahim away from him. His hands were pressed to his chest, far from their sign to stop. A hand around Ghirahim's neck, though it wouldn't do anything, could not be mistaken for an accident. It got the point across well enough. Crowding him into the wall, Ghirahim's strokes were rough and more than likely unpleasant, but Link was growing harder in his hand all the same.
"I should take you right here, punish you for your greed. Can't even wait until we're alone? Do you want someone to walk in on you, hope they will? Should everyone get a turn? Pass you around until you're begging for them to stop, toss you aside like trash when you can't give any thing else?"
Link ripped Ghirahim's hand from his mouth, bucking his hips into his other. "No!"
That carried. The conversation in the room paused, and Ghirahim pressed closer against Link.
"Shut up. I told you not to talk to me."
Link glared up at him, but the effect was lost when he was so close to org*sm. Gripping Ghirahim's shoulders, he bit at his lip and ground against Ghirahim's own erection, ready to burst.
"Too bad, anyway. You're mine."
Ghirahim swallowed Link's cry as he came with a kiss. When he pulled away, sticky, sweaty, messy and satiated, Link looked up with a smile, then buried his head into Ghirahim's shoulder.
"Don't think I'm done with you." He whispered, but it was more playful than biting. "I promised to have you on your knees for an hour at least."
Pulling his tunic down to cover him, Ghirahim moved to guide Link to his dorm room, but at that moment the other knight had finished his conversation and was leaving the classroom.
"Hi, Link! Hope you're having a good day!"
"Uh huh," Link nodded, the boy completely oblivious to his tousled hair and rose-stained face. "You—you too!"
Waving as he walked off, Link sank against the wall, relieved he hadn't been caught.
"I thought I told you to stay quiet?" Ghirahim whispered, watching as the other knight ascended the stairs and out of sight.
Link's eyes were challenging as he grabbed Ghirahim's hand. "Guess you'll have to punish me for it."
Afterall, he hadn't yet asked to stop.
