AN: This fanfic has nothing to do with the story of Ocarina of Time. It just involves the characters, place and time. It also contains yaoi. If that's not your cup of tea, then I suggest you leave at once and it's rates R for a reason people, I don't want flames from any stupid people who read it if they don't like yaoi. Read at your own risk.
Very Important: I only have one thing to say. I like the idea of Sheik being male and a separate person from Zelda. That's just my own personal opinion. Yes, I have played the game, and watched my brother play the game from start to finish. I know Sheik is supposed to be Zelda, but I don't care. This is my fan FICTION (meaning not real) and I'll make whoever I want, whatever gender I want. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Legend Of Zelda: The Ocarina Of Time.
Maybe It Was Fate
The soft, silky pillows that he was on did little to prevent Sheik's discomfort as the numerous customers that came for a piece of the Sheikah pounded painfully into him. His naked body ached with each thrust and was becoming numb. He closed his eyes and waited patiently for the last nameless torturer to finish up for the night.
Sheik's blood red eyes, honey blond hair, and tanned skin made him the most popular male in the only whorehouse in Hyrule. His non-caring natural look is what made everyone who did him, male or female, come back for more. The constant bruising kisses, fingernail scratches, and sometimes bites, didn't get a single reaction out of him, no matter how painful it was.
He was not there by choice, of course. The owner, and Sheik's stepfather, Ganon, forced the beautiful Sheikah into it when he turned fourteen. Sheik's mother had passed away, and ever since then everyone around him treated him like the whore he was convinced he was.
The sudden harder and faster thrusts pulled the blond from his thoughts, and his eyes opened. Soon the man would finish, and leave, only to return days later for more of the poor Sheikah. The pain was so unbearable at this point, but the only thing Sheik did to show it was lightly close his eyes again.
The man made some soft grunts of pleasure before spilling his seed in the Sheikah and pulling out. He cleaned himself up and walked to the door. "You make a great fuck, boy, see you sometime next week."
As soon as he left a pretty little Hylian girl walked in to clean the small dark room. She had crystal blue eyes, dark brown hair, and was dressed in a maid's skirt and a small top. She was also one of the whores that worked there, and cleaned rooms for some extra rupees.
"Good evening, Sheik." She said and pulled in her cleaning materials. "Looks like you had a rough night tonight." She was always trying to make conversation with him; conversation he didn't want.
"Talena." He nodded in acknowledgement; he learned long ago it was painful to be rude. Moving from the bed for the first time in eight hours, the boy went to the closet to put his cloths on. He could feel the girl's eyes on him as he moved, but did nothing to show he knew or even cared.
She walked up behind him and smoothed her hands around his still naked waist then up to his chest. "You have some nasty scratches on your back, you should get something so it won't scar your perfect body."
He tensed for a second then forced himself to relax and gently pushed her off. "You have to pay if you want a piece of me." Was the last thing he said before he finished dressing himself and walked out.
He made it to the back door of the whorehouse before he heard Talena's voice again. "Sheik!" She came running down the hall, her chest moving up and down with each step. "Sheik wait!" He froze in place with his hand inches away from the door to his temporary freedom. Talena came to a stop behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder for support as she panted and continued. "I forgot to tell you, Ganon wanted to see you after you finished your shift."
Damn it. He thought and sighed inside. He thanked Talena for her trouble and made his way to his stepfather's office.
End of chapter one. Well, what do you think?