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Warning: This is complete and utter ramble! And most of it is full of sexual references of the male/male persuasion! Yes, you heard me – slash!

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A Prince's Thoughts

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I… need someone to screw.

I couldn't help but blink at the randomness of that statement. Here I was, sitting by myself in the Hall of Princes trying to develop tactics for the War of the Scars, and yet all I could think about was…

Screwing someone.

I had to admit though – I was telling the truth. Tactics could only be developed so much, and you could only brood for so long. And anyway, I really was feeling 'horny' – the larger than normal bulge in my pants was testament to that.

How uncomfortable.

I sighed, shifting my weight in my seat, my chin propped in one hand, the other lazily tracing the map before me. The other princes currently in the Mountain were all off duty – sleeping, eating, showering, all those normal everyday necessities that one must do when not plotting or brooding. I myself had come on duty only a few hours ago – and yet, I was already bored.

My normal attentiveness was definitely lacking today.

That's it, I thought. The next person who walks in here, I'm jumping. I hope it's Arrow. He's always so delightfully rough and energetic. Or Paris even – old as he may be, he's so full of experience. And then there's…

"Mika?" A young voice called as the large door at the end of the Hall began to open. I smiled.

Leaning back in my chair, I stretched my back. Hmm. This was going to be fun. Hopefully, the boy's teacher Crepsley hadn't gotten to him first. It had been so long since I'd had a virgin. They were always so much… nicer.

There he was, marching up between the pews that filled up the circular dome. I smiled, watching his small, lithe body move under his blue clothes. He was bald from his first attempted Trials two years ago, so that his large eyes were always on display.

I always did like eyes the most.

"Mika, I need to talk to you…" Darren was saying. I frowned at the statement, a sudden thrill running down my back. I had the oddest sensation of déjà vu – someone had said something like that once before, walking down the aisle the exact same way, in similar clothes, while I was thinking similar naughty thoughts…

Only last time, it was him. And he only slept with me so I would nominate him to become a Prince.

I couldn't help but smile somewhat the memory. Kurda had definitely known what buttons to push in order to get what he wanted.

Such a shame…Such a brilliant mind… such brilliant fingers… and he had a wonderful way with his tongue... Then again, that little man whore probably slept with Vancha as well… It wasn't below him…

"Mika – hey, Mika, are you listening to me?" Darren was standing in front of me now, leaning on the table and capturing me in his intent gaze. I blinked, then smiled slowly.

"I'm listening, Darren," I said slowly, leaning forward and matching his gaze evenly. "To every word…"

Oh, this was going to be fun indeed.

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A.N Don't ask me where I came up with that, I just had the urge to write, and the first thing that came in my head was 'I need to screw someone', so I just based something on that…

The fact that Kurda slept with two of the Princes to get his promotiony-thingy is inspired by Love Psychedelico and her lubbly fic Cape of Storms. I think it's rated (insert letter that represents highest rating here) so you'll have to go to her profile if you want to read it…

Anyway… I'm off to write more of Steve's diary! CHA!