A/N: AKA Why Garsiv Hates Me. xD Okay, so, this is a complete joke and meant to be in fun. If you have a thing against yaoi or slash or whatever you wanna call it, don't read any further. xD And for all you Garsiv fans out there...I'm really sorry. xD Leave a review and tell me what you think!

My excuse: it had to be written. Seriously. And also, this was completely Mya's idea-it's worth mentioning that she might have been a bit drunk at the time. XD

Garsiv considered himself very…strongwilled. Very strict. Very in-control.

Very straight.

That changed when Drake—Sparkles, Sparkles!—appeared in the royal dining hall. At first, Garsiv had thought he was a court entertainer, simply because of the way he was dressed. He was gaudily decorated in rings and tattoos, and had gems sewn into his shirt, even his pants—which had tassels hanging from them. His clothes sparkled every time he moved, which had led to Garsiv's internal nickname for him.

The other two reasons Garsiv thought he was a court jester? His hair. It looked like he was wearing a dead skunk on his head.

And his shoes. Oh, his shoes.

The last thing Garsiv expected the next morning was to wake up with his face buried in a pillow. Buck naked. Sore in places he didn't even know he had. The question was why.

"Yo, Sivvy, time to wake up and smell the sex," Garsiv felt nails down his back, dragging down to his—

With a very unmanly yelp, the young general practically catapulted himself out of the bed, only to look up at—

-Sparkles?

"Aw, whassamatter Sivvy?"

"You—you—we-"

"Yea, we fucked. And mm, it was good. Wouldn't you agree?" Skunkhead grinned as his eyes traveled down the prince's body, and Garsiv remembered that grin from last night, how it had been in such close proximity—

"Wha—no!" Garsiv screeched, only moving enough to grab a pillow to cover himself up when he noticed the other man's smirk and where exactly his eyes were.

"Seemed to enjoy it last night," Skukhead argued, his voice practically a purr. "Come back to bed, baby, I'll make it all better…"

That was the day people forever remembered as the day their own Prince Garsiv ran down the palace halls, wearing nothing but a pair of sparkling high-top combat boots.

A/N: Leave a comment if you laughed! Or if you want to see me burning in hell. Either way, thanks for reading!