Author: Daughter Mestizo

Rating: R

Pairing: Link/Raven, very brief Link/Zelda, just as brief Link/Sheik

Setting: A modern city. Crowded, almost always busy.

Disclaimer: No, I still don't own Legend of Zelda or the characters. Just a little longer...

WARNING: Contains not only an intimate homosexual relationship, but also twincest! Just in case you don't know what that is, it's twins

involved in a romantic and possibly sexual relationship with each other. If you are ignorant enough not to read something labelled warning in

large letters, or inconsiderate enough to read it and flame me anyways, let it be known that nothing of the sort will be tolerated!

All flames will be made fun of or completely ignored!

IMPORTANT: This is not a Mary-Sue of any sort. Raven IS a Zelda character. He does appear in any of games, but he is a main character in the Oracle of Ages manga, as Link's ancestor.

"If you don't mind my asking, how did your last relationship end?"

Link squinted slightly and his nose wrinkled.

"Relationship?" he was puzzled, "What kind of relationship do you mean exactly?"

"A personal relationship," replied the man sitting across from Link. He tapped his notepad absentmindedly with his pen, "Have you ever had a girlfriend? A wife perhaps? That sort of relationship, intimacy you might say."

"No," Link shook his head to emphasize his point, "I've never had anything like that. I've never even asked a woman out before. But what does that have to do with anything?"

"Hmm...it may be part of your problem," Dr. Gaebora pointed out, "Over the weeks that you've been coming to me, I've gathered that your depression may be caused by loneliness. Not all of it, of course, or you wouldn't be on the medications; but you've described to me a life completely devoid of anything truly social."

"So, are you going get all 'You need a girlfriend' on me, or what?" Link rested his chin on one hand, his eyes never leaving the doctor.

"Well, no, of course not," Dr. Gaebora seemed only vaguely taken aback, "I'm not going to put pressure on you, that wouldn't help at all. I'm only trying to make a suggestion. I've treated a lot of people who've used companionship as a cure, and it has worked! All I'm saying, in the end, is perhaps, when you go back to work today, try and speak to someone. Do you perhaps have a good-looking secretary?"

The doctor chuckled, obviously trying to have a bit of fun, for his patient's sake. Link laughed along, although he was not amused. Dr. Gaebora continued,

"Invite someone to dinner. If it's a woman, tell her it's not a date. Just a get-together. If it goes well, I can pretty much guarantee you'll feel better! What do you have to lose?"

Link shrugged.

"Thank you for the suggestion, doctor. I'll try it out, though being alone has never hurt me before."

They shook hands, and Link left the office and walked to where his car was parked in the lot.

"Hello, Zelda," Link walked past his secretary's desk and set his briefcase on his own desk.

"Welcome back, Link," Zelda smiled, "How're things?"

"Hm? Oh, fine for now, thanks. Any calls?"

"None over the phone. Ms. Malon from downstairs came to see you. She's having a little socialite gathering on the weekend to celebrate Mr. Ingo's promotion. You're invited, as am I and practically everyone else as well. Will you come? Please?"

Dr. Gaebora's suggestion stopped Link from responding with his usual, immediate 'no'. He did have a good-looking secretary. She was one of the few women Link knew that didn't exploit her body through overly-tight clothing, and he had known her for a long time. Perhaps...?

"I'll think about it, I suppose," Link answered slowly. His heart wasn't in this, "When will you be getting there?"

Zelda blinked in surprise.

"Me? Oh, I'll probably go around 3 in the afternoon. Why do you ask?"

"Um...do you need a ride? Your car is in the shop isn't it?"

"Yes, it is actually. A ride would be lovely! So nice of you to offer--"

The phone rang. Zelda answered dutifully.

"Yes, he's here right now."

Link scooped up the phone at his desk and let out a long breath. His heart still wasn't into it, but it was a long ride from Zelda's house to Malon's, and he was somehow curious as to how it would go.

Two days later, Link and Zelda were driving along a narrow, country road together. Zelda had spent the first ten minutes trying to spark

conversation by admiring Link's car. As much as Link actually wanted to keep the conversation going (a change from the norm), he had really nothing to say. Zelda wasn't particularly put out, she was used to this after all. She simply leaned against the window and let the road fly by.

This isn't working, though Link, concentrating overly hard on the road.

"That's a lovely vest."

Zelda looked up.

"Why thank you! It's so hard to find clothing that fits your body rather than the day's style, don't you think?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah. It's so weird what some people are into, huh?"

"It can be terrible. Oh look! There's the turn-off already!" Zelda pointed to a fork in the road about 20m ahead.

"Thanks, I would have missed that,"

"Not a problem!"

Link risked a quick smile at her. Zelda looked flattered. She had received such smiles before, but never from Link. She smiled back, sweetly.

Less than an hour later, Link had given up on Zelda. He just didn't have those feelings for her. He had spotted one of his junior colleagues, Saria. Yes, he had always liked her quite a bit, why not?

Swirling a glass of wine nervously, he made his way over to where Saria was standing.

"Hey. Tough week, wasn't it?"

"Dreadful. I had so much paperwork to fill out, I could not sleep at all. I'm so glad it's the weekend, can you believe it? Sometimes I wish

work was slower, just so we weren't so weighed down! Don't you agree?"

"Uh...no" Link didn't mean it, but he turned around and walked away quickly. Too flirty, he realized. I should have thought of that before.

He sighed and sat back down on the couch.

"May I speak with you a moment?"

Link glanced up. Another one of his colleagues, a young man named Sheik whom he didn't know so well, was standing in front of him, looking down over the collar of his turtleneck.

"Uh, sure," Link didn't quite know why Sheik would want to talk to him, but he followed Sheik out of the living room.

Sheik led Link through the hallway, turning a corridor, another corridor, then walking into a room. Not once did he stop to check that Link was still following him. He seemed to have something important to say. Link walked into the room and jumped when he heard the door shut very suddenly behind him. Large globs of wine splattered onto the floor, angering Link slightly.

"What exactly do you need to talk about?"

Sheik pulled the collar of his turtleneck down from his mouth and took a sip from his glass, then offering to Link. The latter shook his head.

"Just tell me what you want."

Sheik cast a quick glance behind him, before taking two steps towards Link.

"You're a patient of Dr. Gaebora's, no?"

"How do you know?"

"He used to be my psychologist. He did a lot for me last year, not to mention the years before that. Every once in a while, I go to visit him. I saw you leaving his office a few days ago."

"What's your point?"

"May I ask you a personal question?"

Link said nothing, but looked at his colleague suspiciously.

"Are you gay?"

Link was a bit surprised at the question, but Sheik had meant it seriously.

"N-no,"

"I won't tell anybody."

"I'm not!"

Sheik darted forward and surprised Link again with a kiss on the lips. It was sensual, as Sheik slipped his arms around Link's waist and held him close. Through surprise, their mouths were both open, but Sheik made no move to enter. He rubbed one arm up and down Link's back before grabbing one of his hands.

Link's mind swirled. The wine had made Sheik's lips surprisingly warm, making the kiss all the more enticing. He himself was flushed, he could feel it. Although he was enraged by the sudden move, he knew his body was enjoying the moment, even if he wasn't. Sheik began to pull away, his tongue tracing Link's upper lip for a few seconds. He let go of Link's hand and motioned for Link to look at it, before meeting his eyes with a

lusting sort of gaze. Link tore his eyes away and opened his hand.

Inside was a small slip of paper. Looking quickly at Sheik first, Link opened it to reveal a neatly-written phone number.

"It's not mine. Not my number. But I think he can help you. I know you liked that kiss. So did I, but that's not important right now."

"Who is 'he'?"

Sheik gave a small smile.

"Do you remember me telling you about Dr. Gaebora?"

"Yeah,"

"Did he talk to you about relationships?"

"Sort of,"

"Then you have the same problem I did. Call that number, ask for Raven. He can help you."

"Who is he?"

"He'll tell you. I'm going home now. Just call him, he'll probably answer anyways. Would you like another kiss before I go?"

"No--no, thanks."

Sheik pulled the collar of his turtleneck up again and left the room. Link stayed momentarily, to avoid running into Sheik again. Who was this Raven? A matchmaker of some sort? He didn't trust them. Then again, if Sheik had been like him, and he had helped, maybe...it was worth a try.

Link left the party less than twenty minutes later. He had an important phone call to make.

To Be Continued!