Trigger

A/N: I may or may not have written smut??? It's like the first one I've written so tell me what u think please goodbye *hides*

"Here, see?" Link shifted in front of Ghirahim to accommodate for his lack of height and therefore reach, adjusting the demon's grip on the handle. He had managed to set up a target that floated in the lake, bobbing occasionally with the wind but staying relatively still. "Usually, the safety would be turned off before this point, but I didn't want you to accidentally shoot yourself or waste a bullet."

Ghirahim rolled his eyes at the other man's dry humor and flicked the safety off. "You realize you don't have to correct my aim, right? I could just alter it any direction I wanted to. For example - " He turned the gun towards a tree, pulled the trigger, and magically twisted the path of the bullet to hit the target dead-center.

"Okay, but imagine if your magic stopped working for once, and I wasn't there to save you." Ghirahim tried to ignore the fact that Link shifted backwards a little, pressing their bodies together, and was vaguely certain the blond did it on purpose. "What would you do then?"

"Depending on how many people were there, I would probably get shot," the sorcerer replied.

Link rolled his eyes. "Please. I doubt you would stand still the entire time. You're not stupid. A normal killer would take cover and shoot back, typically without using magic. So aim, and shoot, and don't use magic."

"Fine." Ghirahim let out a breath, aimed, and shot, and didn't use magic, and managed to still hit the target.

"Good. Look! You don't suck, you're a natural. You could incapacitate someone, at the very least."

This time, Ghirahim was absolutely positive that Link was grinding on purpose, not-so-subtly pushing his hips back against the taller male's, and he hated that he was reacting to it. He caught a glimpse of the sly grin on the blond's face and narrowed his eyes. "Thanks for the compliment, I suppose."

"Anytime. I'm sure there are plenty more things to compliment you on."

He was intentionally being provocative.

"What are we talking about?"

Link hadn't faced him yet, tilting his head a little to the side. "I'd love to discover them, whatever they are, but I'm sure it can wait until we're inside." He grabbed the gun, took Ghirahim's hand, and pulled him into the house through the back door, setting the weapon on the counter.

"Where inside?"

"I was thinking around here." Link guided him into the bedroom, pushing him against the wall. He shut the door, then pressed his hips against Ghirahim's again. "I've been feeling a little antsy, and hoped you could help."

Before the taller male could answer, Link met his lips in a heated kiss that seemed to melt away any of the protests he would have made before giving up. He returned the kiss immediately, shutting his eyes and sinking into it.

When Ghirahim started to take charge in their kiss, Link grabbed his shoulder and shoved him towards the mattress.

"No," he commanded. "Lay down."

Unsurprised, but still a little startled, Ghirahim laid back on the mattress, and Link crawled on top of him, straddling his hips, grinding with a swift precision and leaning down over him to growl, "Now kiss me."

He did. Their tongues battled endlessly against one another, and Link continued to grind his hips against Ghirahim's, refusing to let the sorcerer move at all in response. And so it was that the taller male let Link strip both of them down and break from the kiss, trailing kisses down Ghirahim's chest and torso, leaving little nips here and there and very suddenly taking his member into his mouth, keeping one hand at his chest and the other on his hip, holding him down.