Yay! My first LoZ:PH fic! Rated M for later content, language, and M/M later on. If you don't like the Linebeck x Link, then steer hard to starboard (or port, whichever you prefer) away from this story!

Disclaimer: I don't own the LoZ characters, but I do like to use them every once in a while for my own devious fun :3

A tall man strolled towards the entrance of the local strip club, throwing down a small box. His girlfriend had just dumped him, right before he was to propose to her. Whatever. There was no security guard at the door tonight. It didn't really matter. Linebeck was 21, so what did he need to prove?

Inside was dim, the only lights were neons and the spotlight that shone on the runway like stage. Linebeck took a seat next to the stage and ordered a beer from one of the scantily clad waitresses that was roaming the club. Dancers moved on and off the runway to their music, but Linebeck wasn't all that impresses. He's seen all their moves before, so why would tonight be any different?

As the man downed his fifth beer, a different dancer came out...a very different dancer. It wasn't one of the attractive women that normally dominated the stage. Instead, it was a young boy who didn't look a day over 15. He had longish blonde hair and was dressed in a short green tunic, tied around the waist by a belt.

When the song began to play, a loud voice was heard over the speaker, "It's Britney bitch!" The familiar repetitive back beat began to boom and the boy started climbing up the pole. Linebeck was surprised how much more talented this boy was than most of the other dancers here.

"Alright, so that was our newest addition to the family, young Link!" A suave voice slithered through the speakers once the boy was done.

Link. Linebeck stood up and walked towards the door. Before he could open it, a small hand touched his back. Linebeck turned and looked around, then down when he didn't see anyone. Link was standing there, his arms crossed.

"Oh, hey kid. Good job." Linebeck smiled, but Link only frowned.

"You think it's smart to be watching a 14 year old dance when you're probably way old? What are you, like 30?" The kid scolded him.

Linebeck's ears turned bright red. He clenched his fists, "hey! I am 21! Not 30!!"

"Whatever," Link brushed off his tunic, then smirked, "You know you liked it." Linebeck's entire face instantly turned scarlet.

"I-I-I...no I didn't! You're just some kid!" The older man bent over and got in Link's face, "Aren't you a bit too young, and well, masculine to be working in a strip club??"

The boy laughed, "alright, alright, whatever. But where else am I supposed to stay? I crash landed on this island and I have nowhere to go."

Linebeck thought for a moment, then stood up, "well, if that's the case, why don't you come with me? I have a ship, and we could sail the seas with it, doing whatever we want."

Link snorted, "Doing what?" Linebeck's face became red again.

"You little pervert!" He looked away and crossed his arms, "Well, I guess you don't have to come then."

Link shook his hands in front of him, "Wait, I'm sorry. I'll come with you!"

The man looked at Link again, "Great, why don't you go get your stuff."

Link looked at the ground and wiggled his foot a little, "I don't have anything."

"Oh, well then, I guess you can just follow me to the port." The two walked across the relatively small island and to the port. Linebeck stopped and stared proudly at his craft, the S.S. Linebeck. "Well here she is!"

Link looked at it and smiled, "great. She's nice."

Linebeck looked at him as though he had completely forgotten about him, "Oh, thanks. Well c'mon, let me give you a tour." He gestured to the door on the cabin and followed down Link down the stairwell to the inner workings of the ship.

A/N: Okay, first chap is over! I hope that it wasn't too bad. I wasn't too sure about it when I was typing it, but it will get better, I promise! This story was actually inspired by a picture someone made:

http://parthena. Thanks for the great idea Parthena!