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Seeking Solace

Dark then yanked Soren into a passionless kiss hard enough to split the Branded’s bottom lip. The ebony swordsman grinned and licked the wound. “Haha!” he chuckled, “That only makes me want more!” He then bit down on the youth’s lip to draw out more blood.

The sage cried out and pulled back, feeling the warm, red liquid trickle down his chin. Soren opened his eyes to affix the clone with an angry glare, but his vision went white as he suffered yet another blow to the head, only this one was much softer, and he didn’t lose consciousness.

“I love how your eyes match the blood,” the clone whispered sweetly, his hands finding the cut he had made into the youth’s robes earlier. In one swift motion, he tore through all three layers of the tactician’s outfit, leaving the spell caster in only his underwear.

Soren felt the cool air of the temple wash over him, chilling his beaten body. As the perverted shadow of his lover took pleasure in exploring the youth’s body, the sage thought only of Link, wondering why the blonde had yet to find him. Link! his mind called. Please save me! I’m only yours! Don’t let him do this to me! the youth internally pleaded, squinting his eyes shut to avoid shedding tears. Despite his best efforts, the tactician cried.

Dark laughed at the sight. “Tears? Oh, so you’re a softy after all.”

The Branded opened his eyes and glared at his assailant. Even with tears lining his cheeks, the youth look fierce.

The Dark Hylian squinted his eyes as a malicious grin spread across his face. “Shall we begin?” he asked, and then ripped through Soren’s underpants, exposing the sage’s most sacred parts.

Don’t touch me there! Don’t touch me there don’t touch me there donttouchmethere!

The tactician pleaded with his eyes, but was shown no sympathy whatsoever. The pleading expression only made Dark lust for the spell caster more. Fisting the youth’s ebony hair, he tilted Soren’s head back and sank his teeth into the exposed flesh of the sage’s neck.

Soren moaned deep in his throat but he refused to cry out. He knew now that pain and fear triggered the assault, so he vowed to stay silent. Even as Dark licked up and down his body, the sage withheld his whimpers.

^^^^^

Link raced to the back of the water temple, Soren’s tome still in his hand and his heart pounding. Please, Goddess, please! Let Soren be okay; just let him be okay!

As the final door came into view, the blonde refused to slow; he kicked it open and rushed in, only to stop dead in his tracks. A deep chill set into his bones as he saw his lover’s shredded robes on the floor, and he started to shake at the smears of blood on the tile.

Dark cleared his throat to direct Link’s attention towards him. The Hero’s expression when from scared to horrified as his wide blue eyes took in the naked, battered, bloodied form of his lover in his dark twin’s embrace.

Soren’s head titled weakly to the side, as if he no longer had the strength to support it. His eyes closed and he moaned as he felt the cold steel of Dark’s sword to his throat.

No... I… I was too late.

(End Chapter)

Description
Seeking Solace

Dark then yanked Soren into a passionless kiss hard enough to split the Branded’s bottom lip. The ebony swordsman grinned and licked the wound. “Haha!” he chuckled, “That only makes me want more!” He then bit down on the youth’s lip to draw out more blood.

The sage cried out and pulled back, feeling the warm, red liquid trickle down his chin. Soren opened his eyes to affix the clone with an angry glare, but his vision went white as he suffered yet another blow to the head, only this one was much softer, and he didn’t lose consciousness.

“I love how your eyes match the blood,” the clone whispered sweetly, his hands finding the cut he had made into the youth’s robes earlier. In one swift motion, he tore through all three layers of the tactician’s outfit, leaving the spell caster in only his underwear.

Soren felt the cool air of the temple wash over him, chilling his beaten body. As the perverted shadow of his lover took pleasure in exploring the youth’s body, the sage thought only of Link, wondering why the blonde had yet to find him. Link! his mind called. Please save me! I’m only yours! Don’t let him do this to me! the youth internally pleaded, squinting his eyes shut to avoid shedding tears. Despite his best efforts, the tactician cried.

Dark laughed at the sight. “Tears? Oh, so you’re a softy after all.”

The Branded opened his eyes and glared at his assailant. Even with tears lining his cheeks, the youth look fierce.

The Dark Hylian squinted his eyes as a malicious grin spread across his face. “Shall we begin?” he asked, and then ripped through Soren’s underpants, exposing the sage’s most sacred parts.

Don’t touch me there! Don’t touch me there don’t touch me there donttouchmethere!

The tactician pleaded with his eyes, but was shown no sympathy whatsoever. The pleading expression only made Dark lust for the spell caster more. Fisting the youth’s ebony hair, he tilted Soren’s head back and sank his teeth into the exposed flesh of the sage’s neck.

Soren moaned deep in his throat but he refused to cry out. He knew now that pain and fear triggered the assault, so he vowed to stay silent. Even as Dark licked up and down his body, the sage withheld his whimpers.

^^^^^

Link raced to the back of the water temple, Soren’s tome still in his hand and his heart pounding. Please, Goddess, please! Let Soren be okay; just let him be okay!

As the final door came into view, the blonde refused to slow; he kicked it open and rushed in, only to stop dead in his tracks. A deep chill set into his bones as he saw his lover’s shredded robes on the floor, and he started to shake at the smears of blood on the tile.

Dark cleared his throat to direct Link’s attention towards him. The Hero’s expression when from scared to horrified as his wide blue eyes took in the naked, battered, bloodied form of his lover in his dark twin’s embrace.

Soren’s head titled weakly to the side, as if he no longer had the strength to support it. His eyes closed and he moaned as he felt the cold steel of Dark’s sword to his throat.

No... I… I was too late.

(End Chapter)