The Legend Of Zelda Fan Fiction ❯ Error ❯ Walking on Water ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimers: I do not own the Legend of Zelda or any of its characters. I do own Lute, Suri, its people except the Fierce Deity and the Sheikah.

 

I want to thank all my reviewers for sending their responses to my fic. I appreciate it very much. Also I have no been able to update my fics all because of school. Senior year is killing me.

 

Warnings: Cursing, yaoi, hetero, some darkness, violence, and gore. Homophobes, stay out. If yal can't handle this, stay out.

 

Enjoy!

 

-----Chapter5: Walking on Water

 

It was early in the morning, but the sun was not shining. The sky was gray and the winds were blowing violently. Thunder and lightning was seen and heard for miles all over Lute, awaking the inhabitants from their slumber. Link was still sleeping and Dio had barely woken up.

 

“Wake up dear.”

 

Link shifted and snuggled closer to Dio, “I don't want to.”

 

“Does that mean that you want to be with me?”

 

“No, it just means that I still want to sleep.”

 

“Don't be so touchy, Link,” replied the god.

 

“I don't care,” Link yawned. “I just want to sleep more…”

 

“Whatever you say, my dear. Well all I know is that you're going to miss the lovely weather we're having today.”

 

“Lovely weather? Isn't it like…raining?”

 

“Of course, that's why the weather is just so lovely. Why don't we go outside and enjoy the rain for a little while?”

 

“Are you insane?” asked Link in disbelief. “It's really not a good idea to go and play in the rain, especially with all the thunder and lightning going about.”

 

“That's what makes it fun, Link.”

 

“Fun? What's your idea of fun? It's raining for Farore's sake! We could be struck by lightning or something!”

 

“Not if you're not wearing any jewelry,” said Dio as he started to kiss Link's hands. “Everything that is metal will have to go, minus the ring and the necklace I gave you.”

 

“Then what am I going to wear as to clothing?”

 

“Just wear a simple kilt or a tunic if it makes you more comfortable. I for one, love to wear kilts; they give me more freedom and tone my body beautifully.”

 

“Ha!” Link snorted at the remark. “How can they give you so much freedom? How do you expect to fight?”

 

“Anyone can master any sort of fighting with a tunic, trousers, breeches and-or tights, but it takes great skill and practice to master your fighting with a kilt.”

 

Link rolled his eyes and sat up. “I just want to be left alone, Dio.”

 

“You said you would play the ocarina for me.”

 

“Today?”

 

“Yes today. I want to see how much it has enriched your soul. They say that as you grow, you gain experience and wisdom about life, but that is not necessarily true. Your soul grows as you do. It suffers just like a human being. It cries, it feels pain, it smiles, it becomes enraged, and it falls in love, et cetera. The soul is something quite lovely…”

 

Link was allured by the god's soft voice, lecturing him about the souls and the vessels that hold them and how they become human. But he was not fully paying attention to what was told, but more of what was heard. Link shuddered in delight as Dio's velvety voice rang in ears in such a delicate but strong tone. It was like an eastern wind: sweet and gentle, yet strong at the same time. Link would have been in that trance if it were not for the sudden impulse that his body gave when he kissed Dio's mouth with a hungry passion.

 

Dio was a little shocked by the sudden intrusion, but he soon complied with Link's wishes and kissed his wife with the same passion that he was given. By some strange instinct, Link's arms found their way around Dio's neck and pulled him on top.

 

“I want to hear your voice.”

 

“Then you shall hear it.”

 

“Speak,” Link commanded as he greedily pulled Dio's lips back onto his. There was no true telling why Link did that. He was only going to give Dio a harder time to speak out and actually be heard. But was it for spite? Or was it because somewhere deep within Link's mind lies a little voice telling him that you can take his voice by kissing it and draining it into you?

 

The topic about the mind of a human had never once crossed Link's mind. But now it was so different. This strange new sort of adventure had reached deep within his psyche and pulled him into thoughts he had never thought, actions he had never done, words he had never spoken and emotions that he had never felt. Dio had pulled him from his simple world and took him into this more perplexing world that was buried deep within Link's mind.

 

“Lovely…creature…” Dio had managed to say the two words between two kisses before Link's hands grabbed Dio's face and pulled him into another lustful kiss.

 

/Why am I kissing you like this? I don't want to! Stop it!/

 

//Then why don't you stop kissing me?//

 

/I just can't for some reason! You just taste so good…/

 

Link's tongue slipped into Dio's mouth, tasting as much as he could. Dio's tongue pushed Link's away and forced it back into its place, so that it could taste the other man's mouth. Dio slipped his hand into the blankets and pulled Link's right leg over his left shoulder. It was sort of painful that Link's thigh was forcibly stretched down towards his torso, but the pain melted away as soon as Dio gently caressed Link's inner thigh with his hands and still continued to kiss the boy.

 

“La la la la,” sang a short young maid, as she entered their chamber. She gasped and quickly dropped the towels that she was holding when she laid eyes them.

 

Dio quickly turned around, “What are you doing here?” His voice was not angry but it wasn't just bored either. He was somewhat annoyed that their fun was ruined.

 

“I-I… umm…”

 

“Speak up, child.”

 

“Err, I, you see, your Excellency…”

 

“Out with it.”

 

Link moved his leg off from Dio and looked over his shoulder. The girl was frightened. She was no older than seventeen, but she had not been exposed to anything in the sense of sexual intercourses, no less a kiss between two men.

 

“It's okay,” said Link. “You have nothing to be afraid of. You are forgiven. It's just that Dio's a little cranky.”

 

“You are very merciful but I am still sorry for intruding, your highness. I will return to the room later,” and the maid quickly picked up the towels and left.

 

Link scowled at Dio. “Do you hurt your servants?”

 

“No, I just tend to scare them when I'm annoyed. I don't mean to, but I my fun was being interrupted.”

 

“Fun?”

 

“I enjoyed that kiss,” Dio replied as he claimed Link's lips again.

 

“Get off of me!” Link spat and wiped his lips with his hand. “Why did I kiss you anyway?”

 

“You weren't paying attention to me. Those other times you were listening to everything what I was saying. But when I talked about the souls you just shut your mind and instead your mind processed the sound of my voice. Unfortunately it has side effects.”

 

“What do you mean by side effects?”

 

“My voice is very dangerous to mortal ears. I have to tone it down so that I wouldn't kill them by accident. The ring I gave you protects you from my voice, but not all the way. When you do not pay attention to me, it makes you fall in love with the sound and makes you want to devour it.”

 

“So the voice that you usually speak in… it's toned down? Like what do you mean? Like you have to lower your voice?”

 

“It's hard to explain, but I lower the intensity of its potentiality and put it to “normal” level. At the current moment I am talking to you in my lower voice. I lost control the last time because I was getting into a deep thought as I spoke. Although you are insured if I speak in my regular voice, I am still afraid to talk to you in it.”

 

Link lay on the bed once again and pulled a pillow over his head. “This is a dream. Just wake up Link.”

 

“It's not a dream, love. Hurry put this on and I'll meet you outside in the courtyard.”

 

“Huh?” Link immediately removed the pillow but when sat up, Dio was gone. There was a white kilt and a simple shirt at the edge of the bed. Link approached them and looked at the garments. “They look like something for girls,” he replied in disgust.

 

Link quickly put on his shirt and kilt. When he got out of the bed, he stumbled over a pair of sandals of which he put on. Across from the bed was a table furnished with expensive fabrics and jeweled fruits in a plethora. Beside the horn-shaped basket was a bowl. It was decorated with a golden outline on the brim and it was filled with warm water. The images imprinted on the bowl were slightly enlarged with the steaming water magnifying the leaves and the bizarre designs.

 

A small washcloth was found next to the bowl, neatly folded into a perfect rectangle. Link scooped the warm water into his palms and washed his face. He soaked half of the towel and wiped his face, neck and torso. After he had finished his quick cleaning, he used the other half for drying. Link felt a little thirsty and drank a small sip from the bowl and swallowed the warm liquid, relieving his thirst.

 

As soon as he was done, Link found himself lost within the palace halls again. Enormous windows that led to the outside were letting in gray light from the raining weather. The torches were lit brightly to cover for the light, yet they did not have the same kind of warmth that the sun bestowed, giving Link a few shivers.

 

Eternity and a day seemed to have passed by as Link still wandered about in the great halls. He soon found these large wooden white doors with many little windows on them. Behind those doors was a large fountain that kept running its water even though it was raining. The fountain was big but it was not in the shape of a goddess, animal or angel. It was one of those fountains that poured from the top and filled a small cup until it was so full that it went into the base. Link went outside and came closer to the fountain.

 

“You were much faster finding your destination than last night,” replied a voice that came from the back of the fountain.

 

“Dio?”

 

“Quite right.”

 

“Why did you want me in the rain?”

 

“I want to give you something that one of the Carnivals found.” Dio walked slowly towards Link and handed him an ocarina.

 

“They did not hurt you?” asked Link with sincere honesty.

 

“No, they are very loyal to me. I trust the Carnivals more than the Zoras and Hiates.”

 

Link looked at the ocarina and then to Dio, “What's a Hiate?” [1]

 

“A Hiate is a race of warriors. But what makes them very distinct from all the other races is their height. The average Hiate male grows up to seven and a half feet. The average female grows to be at least six and a half feet. But I have seen some Hiate women who are taller than that. The infants are fairly small like the children you are used to seeing. You won't be able to tell that they are a Hiate until they go into their adolescence years. Oh and their ears are not as pointed as yours but not as blunt as the mages, or Gerudos to help your imagination.”

 

“Are they advanced?”

 

“Yes, that's why I monitor them closely. They aren't bad people. I just look over who is their leader. Some Hiate leaders from the past were not very wise and trustworthy, that's all.”

 

“So why do you want me here? And with my ocarina?”

 

“I'm glad you asked that, love. I want you to play your ocarina for me.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Why? What kind of question is that?”

 

“Well I'm getting wet. I don't want to play if I'm getting wet.”

 

Dio rolled his eyes and carried Link, “If you must act like a baby, then I shall treat you like one.”

 

When Dio stopped they were in front of a small pond that was in the shape of a long pool. Colorful frogs croaked on their lily pads as the rains fell gently onto their backs. Dio sat on the ground beside the cement ridge and put Link at his side. The rains became softer and softer. The thunder dwindled and the lightning faded away into the horizon. Soon enough the rain was gone and Link blinked in disbelief at the sudden dryness of the grass.

 

“Play your ocarina.”

 

“You made the rain stop?”

 

“Who else could it be? The magical fairy of Suri? Of course not, it was I. You state the obvious too much.”

 

“Whatever.”

 

“Walk.”

 

“What?”

 

“Walk on the water right there.”

 

“The pond?!”

 

“Yes, either you play your ocarina or I'll make you go and try to walk on water.”

 

“Fine, fine, don't get all moody…”

 

Link slowly placed his ocarina against his lips and started to play a small tune. At first it was just a random song, but it gradually evolved into a song: Saria's song. Dio listened as Link played the joyful tune on the ocarina. The grass seemed to have danced along with the song. The trees swayed gracefully, flowers rocked about, and even the frogs frolicked happily to the sound of the ocarina. Link suddenly stopped.

 

“I don't want to play. I hate to remember what I left behind.”

 

“Then play a song that does not remind you of Hyrule. There must be some song that you have learned that is not from Hyrule? Why not play the Song of Time?”

 

“Dio… I can't.”

 

“You mean you won't.”

 

“I know what I'm saying so stop putting words in my mouth!”

 

Dio stood up and walked towards the water, “You play the ocarina beautifully, Link.”

 

“Dio stop acting like you're the one being offended, okay!? You're only dong this to make me feel bad.”

 

“Is it working?” the god asked, facing Link, while standing on the water.

 

“No.”

 

“Then I should learn to act better.”

 

“Are you making fun of me?”

 

“Just a little.”

 

“Is it because I didn't play the Song of Time?”

 

“Maybe…” he said, walking a few feet more into the pond.

 

“Hey are you listening to me?”

 

“Of course I am.” The Fierce Deity's back faced Link.

 

“You aren't acting like it. You seem to be mocking me, just prancing about in the water.”

 

“You're getting upset over nothing.”

 

“It's not my fault Dio.”

 

“Then control yourself,” he said calmly with a twinge of mock.

 

“Shut up! You can't tell me what to do.”

 

“Watch your mouth Link before I decide to punish you.”

 

Link stood up on the concrete ridge and started to play the Song of Time. It wasn't played as sweetly as Saria's song. The serenade went much faster, sounding impatient and upset. As the song progressed in its angry manner, it began to sink into a sorrowful tone. Dio walked closer towards Link, only now a few feet away from him. He saw tears fall from Link's eyes as he played the song.

 

“Link you can stop now.”

 

But Link did not stop. He continued to play the song until he finally gave in. Link sobbed and threw the ocarina to the end of the pond. Dio looked at his wife with concern and was going to walk to his side, but before he even tried, Link jumped the distance that was between them, and wrapped his arms around Dio's waist, trying not to fall into the pond. Dio lifted Link's body from the water and held him close. Link rested his head on the god's chest and cried. Dio gently ran his fingers through Link's hair and kissed his forehead.

 

“There, there, love. Everything will be better. You just have to get used to it.”

 

Link muffled a few more cries, “But it's so hard to.”

 

“I understand, Link. It seems very different for me to be living with someone after all these years. The only people that come by the palace leave. You're the only one that has stayed the longest. But I'm not letting something as little as that, affect how I feel about you.”

 

“You barely know me.”

 

“But I feel so drawn to you that I don't know what to feel.”

 

Link stayed quiet for a few minutes. His cries dwindled but he continued to hold Dio close. “Am I above the water?”

 

Dio was a bit surprised at the random question, “Yes, we both are. I was a bit surprised that you even jumped to me after throwing your ocarina in the pond.”

 

Dio then let go of Link and took a few steps back. Link stumbled and almost fell, but he did not sink into the water. He quickly closed his eyes and stood as still as possible. His ears were soon filled with Dio's laughter and opened his eyes.

 

“What are you laughing at Dio? I could have fallen into the water!”

 

“Well,” laughed Dio, “I wouldn't have done it anyway. Don't be shy, it's just like walking on ground.”

 

Link straightened his legs and walked towards Dio, then suddenly slipped, but didn't sink into the water. Dio quickly ran to aid his wife, “Link are you quite right?”

 

Link laughed as he tried to get up, “Are there fish in this pond?”

 

Dio blinked in confusion, “I would imagine that there are.”

 

Link laughed as he got up, but slipped again. “The fish think I'm food or something.”

 

The Fierce Deity looked at his feet and saw the fish passing by his feet and sometimes trying to suck on his toes as if they were worms. “I see. Let me help you up.”

 

Dio reached for Link's hand and helped him up. But Link's laughing state had caused him to lose his footing and fall, this time bringing Dio down with him. The god didn't fume, but laughed along with his love, still sitting on top of the water. For a few minutes they laughed until their stomachs hurt. Dio put the laughter to a stop when he met Link's face and touched his soft lips in a gentle kiss.

 

Link did not hesitate. He did not care at all. No longer did he feel forced to be with the god. There was almost something romantic about their relationship. He did not know what exactly made it romantic, but there was an air that made Dio the idealistic lover. It was a strange confession to admit, really, but what was so wrong with Dio?

 

His hair was as soft as silk. His dark eyes were pools of age-old wisdom and affection. The god's body was sculpted so perfectly, that not even the best sculpture in the world could defeat his physique. His words were charming and his voice was smooth and velvety. Even though all he wore was black, it suited him perfectly with his soft skin. Everything about him physically was idealistic for a lover. And as far as personality went, Dio was not a bad person at all. If at all, he seemed calm and reserved and didn't seem to anger easily.

 

Why not give him a chance?

 

“I love you.”

 

-----End of Chapter 5

 

I'm leaving the `I love you' to be ambiguous. You decide who said it.

 

[1] Okay Hiate is one of the many words I twisted from the Spanish language and into my own. Gigante is Spanish for giant. The `gi' makes an h noise. (If you've taken Spanish classes or speak Spanish, yal would now this rule.) Okay so I changed the word's spelling and hence “Hiate” was born. And it has a lot to do with the people's appearance.

 

I apologize for taking so long. You have all been patient and I give you this in gratitude. Now the next chapter will be probably be one of the most sexual/surprising chapters between Dio and Link. Please be opened minded about this one. You have no idea what naughty things will happen in chapter 6.

 

I hope yal liked this chapter. Please R&R.

 

Catch Chapter 6: Ecstatic Humiliation

 

July 7, 2005: As of this day I have edited all the nasty and annoying mistakes. For the ff.net account, I've done that and took out any scene that could be mistaken as a lemon.