Disclaimer- I own the plot, nothing else.

Warnings- Language, Slash/Yaoi, Violence in later chapters.

Pairing- Link X Sheik

I have done it! A multichaptered LoZ fic based on the TP world. This story is an AU using the TP world and some of the characters, but nothing else. The characters will be OOC at least the ones with personalities in the game. Uhm... I think that's about it... Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Rain crashed to the ground in torrents, mixing in with the puddles forming in the gaps of the stone pathway. Windows were closed, their lights flickering from the safety of their homes. Dogs, cats and all of the homeless animals watched with their beady eyes from their shelter at the lone man out in the street, soaked to the bone. The young man lifted his hand up, trying to push the flop of dark brunette hair that threatened to cover his light sky blue pools, the attempt failed as the lump moved back to its place seconds later. The man sighed at this, not caring that his brown cloak was clinging to his skin, causing him to shiver slightly. Nothing matter as long as he collected money.

Scanning the streets, his irises picked up nothing. Not even the smallest of animals were out. 'I need to find shelter.' Turning to his right, he walked up to the large house in front of him, the owner a new wealthy man in town. Sighing once more, he lifted his hand up, keeping his face down, and the cloak around him tight. He needed shelter and the last thing he wanted to do was a job, while soaking wet. The knuckle he used, rapped lightly twice. Brining it back to his side, he waited.

The owner looked up, tearing his blood red pools away from the text in front of his body. Startled for a moment, he took the time to regulate his breathing. Letting his ears perk up, he waited for another knock from his mysterious late night guest. Nothing. Leaning back he closed his pools, and ran a hand through the long silky strands of dirty blonde, before going back to his earlier novel.

Outside on the step the man lifted his hand once more, knowing he would most likely get sick after this little excursion. "I need shelter." He whispered to himself, sure that no one could hear him. Rapping at the door, a little louder he waited once more.

The dirty blonde jumped once more. This time instead of sitting down, he clambered to his feet, gracefully. Walking towards the door, he nodded to his single maid and friend signaling her to go back to her late night activities. Trekking the short walk in seconds, the rain told him to move faster. Opening the door slowly, he stuck out his head first, making sure it wasn't anyone who wanted to do him bodily harm. When his pools met a young, shivering man, he opened the wood the rest of the way. "Would you like to come in and out of this rain?" He inquired already knowing the question. He could not think of any other reason for the stranger to be on his doorstep.

Brunette strands sprayed jets of water, as the man nodded his head yes. Making his way in, he resisted the urge to open his mouth and gape at the large foyer he had entered. It's entrance seemed more lively then any of the others he had been too, and it made him wonder if the man had a wife. He seemed he found his answer, when a young woman dressed down in bedclothes appeared out of one of the many doorways.

"Sheik is this who was at the door?" She tilted her head, letting a piece of bright orange hair fall into her blood red pools. One of her hands, snaked their way onto her hips as she looked at the stranger.

"Yes Midna. Why don't you go off to bed? Work will be daunting tomorrow with the party arrangements and the what not." Sheik finished addressing his friend/maid and left her to her own devices. Knowing she was more than capable of making her own decisions.

"Goodnight." Midna bowed, before turning and walking back to the room she had made her way out of.

Alone with just the stranger, the dirty blonde made a gesture, trying to figure out the best way to greet the mysterious person. "Sir, may I take your cloak?"

The brunette jumped back as if burned by the question. There was no way, he was going to let anyone take the only shelter he had left from the elements, besides his clothes. Good at judging a stranger's character at first glance, and action, he let what he saw run through his head. 'This man Sheik doesn't seem like the others. He seems like he actually cares about some strange peasant. Actually wants to take them in even for the night from the rain, no matter what troubles it may cause.' That was enough to convince him of at least giving up his coat. Slowly lowering his hands, he reached up, letting his fingers run underneath the heavy material, lifting it until it slid completely off his shoulders. "Here." He spoke softly, not trying to cover up his near nakedness underneath.

Sheik grabbed the coat and looked at the body now fully in view. His late night stranger was wearing nothing more than a ripped sleeveless shirt, and a pair of worn out pants, both looked as if they were made by wool. The rich man had taken in a common peasant, but he didn't care. Not in the least bit. Slowly, pulling his red pools away, the dirty blonde crossed the few steps it took, to reach the wooden oak coat hanger. Placing the object on the hook, he let it slide down to rest and hopefully dry. "May I ask your name?"

The brunette shifted his weight from foot to foot, as he rubbed his skinny arms shyly. During his motions, he whispered out his name. "Link."

The name almost didn't reach Sheik's ears, but at the moment before they died, the noise carried over. Smiling, he held out his hand, waiting for the other to shake with him. "Well Link my name is Sheik."

Link nodded, grasping the pale hand in his own. He could feel the smooth skin, under his rough, work worn ones. Not knowing what to say, he just stood there, shifting his weight.

The dirty blonde haired man noticed that after a moment. Dropping his hand back to his side, he started to walk further into the large house, gesturing for the other to follow. Without an explanation, he lead the late night guest to the room he was staying in before. The book he was reading, was discarded on it's side, the pages flapping back and forth, in an invisible wind. "Sit down while I get you a blanket." Sheik watched, as his guest sat down, pools darting straight to the hearth and fire going inside. Grabbing a large wool blanket from one of his linen closets, he walked over, throwing it over the other.

Link took the object gratefully, pulling it closer to his body in a warm cocoon. "Thank you," he muttered softly, gaze still on the dying flames. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw, the other settle down, looking at him. It made him shiver slightly, knowing what those looks usually meant. A new piece of meat for someone's sick enjoyment.

Sheik titled her head to the side, curious about his guest. "What brings you out to this section of Castle Town this late at night?" He gauged the other's reaction, watching as embarrassment ran over the other's still features. 'What could be so bad?' He had a few possible jobs in mind that involved working late and out in the streets, but he wanted to hear it himself.

The brunette tore his gaze away from the flames, and looked at his host. Red made an appearance on his face again, as he looked for the right words to explain his situation. "Well…" He trailed off, his mind telling him to change the subject, despite it being rude. "I work on the streets." He let out a small deprecating laugh, before finishing his sentence. "My job pays well, but the customers are rough at times. Tonight was just a slow night. No one wants a good fuck when it's raining." His blue gaze moved back to the fire, as the young teen waited for the reaction to come. It would be like it always was, something either wanting sex or disgusted by the occupation he had fallen into.

"I might." Sheik looked at the body in front of him, and felt a reaction. He wanted this boy as something more than a one night thing, but he would settle with what he could have. Although, he didn't know why his mind felt that way, he would question it later. Reaching into the pocket of his black slacks, he pulled out a wad of cash, more than enough for a low class whore. "Is this enough to pay for your services for the night?" The cash went on the table, glittering in the low lighting.

Link held back his sigh, he knew it was coming. Moving his glance from the man to the cash, he nodded slowly. A quick swipe of the hand, left the cash in the brunette's hand. "Show me the way to the room." He used the word room, having said bedroom once before one accident. The punishment for it was the worst thing the young teen had ever endured, and it was something he didn't want to experience again. He supposed it was one of those lessons that one had to learn the hard way, and he was glad he had learned from one of his more gentle customers. Needless to say the slip up never happened again.

The dirty blonde stood up, waving a hand as a gesture to follow. He started to walk, knowing the other would follow. It wasn't until he was heading the large staircase in the foyer did he let his gaze travel behind his back, and to the prostitute the rain had dragged in. 'What am I doing?' A part of his mind asked him. He had once sworn never to use anyone for his sexual needs, and here he was with a stranger walking up to his bedroom, ready for a night of pleasure.

The two finished the walk to the bedroom, which happened to be Sheik's. The owner and customer, opened the door with an almost silent squeak, stepping inside once the door swung wide open. Making his way to the large queen sized bed, he let the other take control.

Finished for the night, Sheik pulled out of the other collapsing into the bed, ready to fall asleep. Next to him he watched Link get up, and pull on his clothes once more. The rain that had been pounding on the house for hours was now gone, leaving the sky dry. "You may stay in the next room if you wish." The blonde's voice was laced with sleep, as he tucked himself under the covers and closed his pools.

Link watched the deep peaceful breaths of his client, before walking out. 'I should leave.' Choosing the unspoken option, he made his way down the stairs and out the door. The cloak he had entered with laid on the coat hanger forgotten by its owner.

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Deep in the confines of Hyrule castle, the princess of the lands woke up startled out of a dream. Raising her body off her bed, she tried to regain a normal breathing pattern, breathing deeply in and out. "An evil is on the horizon, something this world has never seen before."


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