Disclaimer: I do not own "Ice" by Sarah McLachlan. It is a great song, though. WARNING!!! This is Ganondorf/Link disturbingness. If you don’t like the idea of them having sex, then please don’t read. This is majorly unsexy, though :S I guess it’s Ganondorf’s fault.

I find it odd that humans can get themselves into the strangest, maybe even the worst, of situations sometimes. I wonder how they can be so blind, or foolish, to sink into something they have no hope of getting out of. I wonder how I fell into his trap. Am I a fool? I don’t doubt it. I have had so many chances to escape, yet I did not seize them when the time was ripe. Perhaps I am beginning to enjoy what he does to me. Perhaps I do not want to escape.

The door opens slowly. I barely incline my head, and see his bulky shape, accented by the candle he holds, blocking my view into the hallway. I do not rise to greet him. I lie where I am, knowing he will come to me. I swallow hard, listening to each rapid beat of my heart. I’m certain he can hear it too. His footsteps are heavy as he crosses the room. I close my eyes. Soon I can feel the heat of the candle flame on my face. He caresses my cheek with gentle, calloused fingers, and leans down to whisper in my ear.

"I did not expect you back so soon," he murmurs. His warm breath on my skin sends tingles down my spine. "Imagine, the Hero of Time turning his back on the impoverished to lie with his enemy. What will they think when they find out?"

"They won’t find out," I growl.

I raise myself onto my elbows, intending to embrace him, but he moves away. He wears an infuriating smile as he waves one finger at me.

"Now, now," he says. "Patience, my pet. I do not want this to be quick. I mean to enjoy you fully while you are here."

He gives me a sinister smile and sets the candle down on the table. I growl again and lift my hips slightly, indicating my desire, but he simply smiles again and unclasps his cloak. The red material slithers to the floor, rustling as it pools on the ground, baring his fantastically powerful shoulders. Once more, his hand touches my cheek. I close my eyes again and shiver under that caress, completely forgetting that he is my nemesis.

"Please do not call me your pet," I whisper. I stare up into his hellish eyes, feeling very vulnerable in my prone position. "I am not an animal."

"And yet you come to me each night to beg for something that many others could give you," he sneers. "That does qualify you as an animal, does it not? You hunger for something, and you would stop at no lengths to acquire it. You would even use me."

I have no retort for this, and simply gaze up at him from under my eyelashes. He crawls over me, and I again shiver when his erection brushes against my thigh. My back arches against my will, and he, taking this as an example of my excitement, enfolds me in his arms and begins to attack my mouth with violent kisses. His lips are tangy, soft and moist, and I kiss him back as hungrily as he is kissing me. Our teeth clash, but we ignore it; I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to draw him closer, if such a thing were possible. His large hand is inside my tunic already, groping at the material, seeking the feverish flesh underneath.

"Well?" he snarls as he pulls away from me. "Are you an animal, or not? If you are a man, you will walk out of here right this moment and never look back."

I think you worried for me then
The subtle ways that I'd give in but I know
You liked the show.

I freeze at those words. I want to preserve my humanity, but if, to do that, I must leave without being sated, then I have no choice but to accept the fact that I am acting as does an animal. Besides, I am already in too deep to pull myself out. I gave myself to Ganondorf long ago, and I perhaps don’t want him to give me up. Even I will admit that he is not the most attractive creature ever to walk the earth, but his body is powerful and his voice is deep and seductive. Once ensnared, it is difficult to remove oneself from his trap.

I do not move. He growls and buries his face in my neck. I close my eyes for the third time, relishing his warm breath and lips on my throat. His fingers are on my body, and for once the shame does not creep into my cheeks. His hand, which had delved so needily into my clothing, pushes the tunic off my shoulders and brushes the skin underneath. I arch into his palm, pleasure rippling through my body at his mild touch. For once I am wanted, even if what is wanted is only my body.

His lips move down to my shoulders. My muscles seize and begin to ache. Ganondorf gives a low laugh, and pulls me tighter against him. I tingle with each breath he expels upon my chest. I can feel his heart beating slowly against my abdomen, a sharp contrast to mine, which is pumping at a rapid pace. I’m certain he can feel it where his hand is resting.

"It’s already been two months since we’ve been doing this, and yet you still seem nervous," says Ganondorf in a serious tone of voice. "Is it because I excite you, or because I disgust you?"

"If you disgusted me, I would not be here," I breathe.

My words encourage him. I am suddenly crushed under his weight. His mouth covers mine, his tongue exploring me, challenging me, thrilling me. His hands pull voraciously on my tunic, exposing more of my glistening flesh, and his mouth moves even lower. I gasp, my body bending into his caresses. I have surrendered completely.

Tied down to this bed of shame
You tried to move around the pain but oh
Your soul is anchored.

His hands fumble with the buckle of my belt. He is trembling with excitement, and I kiss him gently on the corner of the mouth. He turns his head to meet my lips; the belt falls away, and his hand is suddenly up my tunic, caressing the bulge in my tights. Waves of pleasure course through me; I moan into his mouth, and this does nothing but encourage him more. He pulls on my tunic, and I sit up to help him remove it. I am left with only my tights.

"And only moments ago you were telling me to leave," I murmur. "I find that ironic, don’t you?"

He growls and presses me down into the mattress, crushing me with the weight of his body. He begins to kiss my mouth, my jaw, the base of my neck. I close my eyes and enjoy his ministrations, bringing one thigh up between his legs to rub. He moans and pulls back, staring at me with dark eyes.

"Call me a fool, then," he whispers. "But you are far too attractive to let go. What are you doing here, Hero of Time? There are women out there falling at your feet. You can have any one of them. Why don’t you take them?"

"Because I don’t want them," I say impatiently, sitting up to stare at him levelly.

"Then you want me?" he says quietly.

"I thought that was obvious," I answer. I cup his cheek in one hand, raising his head so that I can look him right in the eye. "I would not be here if I didn’t want you."

The only comfort is the moving of the river
You enter into me, a lie upon your lips
Offer what you can, I'll take all that I can get
Only a fool's here...

I watch a bead of sweat roll down his cheek. I brush it away with one thumb. His whole face is glistening, and he is looking at me as if he doesn’t believe what I have said. I sigh and lean forward, laying claim to his lips. His hand goes to the back of my head, drawing me closer, and the kiss deepens, our tongues fighting a slow, almost painful war. He lowers me under him again, careful not to break our kiss.

His hands start to peel the tights from my legs. I lift my hips to aid him in his endeavors, for the heat that has overtaken him has overtaken me as well. I can feel his breath, hot and ragged, against my lips as he flings away the tights that he has succeeded in removing from my body. I feel vulnerable, but not ashamed, because of my nudity.

"Goddesses, you’re beautiful," he breathes. I feel the flutter of his lashes against my cheek as he closes his eyes. "I want you more than anything."

"Then take me," I say shortly. "I’m getting impatient."

I gently grind my hips against his, emphasizing my point, and earn a gasp from him. He lips find mine again, and my hands move to untie the strings on his pants. They, too, are soon gone, leaving the heat of his naked flesh resting against my own. It amuses me to know how quickly he loses control when he is near me.

I don't like your tragic sighs
As if your god has passed you by well hey fool
That's your deception.

I feel him sink into me. I give a small moan and arch against him. His face is buried in my hair, and he moans my name with each slow plunge he makes. The sound of it is driving me mad, and I grit my teeth from giving him the pleasure of hearing me cry out. I instead wrap my legs around him, burying my face in his neck to stifle the animal-like noises that are trying to claw their way from my throat.

I begin match the rhythm he has started, but he doesn’t pick up the pace. He rocks against me with agonising slowness, his trembling lips reaching for mine. He kisses me hungrily to distract himself from the friction he is creating within me, trying to prolong the pleasure. He has never done this before. I wonder what has changed.

"Wh – what are you doing?" I pant, pulling away from him.

"I want this to last as long as possible," he says, voice quivering. "Please. I’ve never had anyone like you before."

I lay my head back against the pillow and close my eyes. He begins to place feverish kisses on my neck and chest. I listen to the sound of his breathing. It is uneven and shallow. I know that he has lost whatever control he ever had. His rocking becomes quicker and more desperate, the friction builds amid his lust-filled moans, and I know that he cannot hold on much longer. I know I can’t, either.

Angels speak with jilted tongues
The serpent's tale has come undone you have no
Strength to squander.

We reach the zenith together and spiral downwards, my body absorbing his fluids, our screams becoming one like our bodies. He lies on top of me, panting from his exertions. I sigh and stroke his short, red hair, feeling his heartbeat against my chest. It should have been a romantic moment, but it was not. We could not forget the fact that we are mortal enemies. One of us will die by the other’s hand.

"Link?" he says breathlessly.

"Yes," I grunt.

"I hate you."

I smile despite myself at those words. The hatred is nothing but a cover-up for his emotions. I would never in my right mind think that he could love me, but I know he feels more than indifference towards me. I can tell just by the way he whispers my name, and how he holds me so tightly in the afterglow of our endeavors.

But neither can I stay with him. I have to fulfill my obligation to the people of Hyrule. I must kill him at some point in the future. It is my destiny.

The only comfort is the moving of the river
You enter into me, a lie upon your lips
Offer what you can,