A/N – just had the urge to write this. It's crappy, but it's hot. Disclaimer = same as before, as I still don't own Darren Shan.

Mika made his way down to the showers slowly, contemplating the events of the morning. Two new vampires, both of whom were really quite attractive... his mind began to wander as he contemplated thoughts about what he would actually like to do with the twins. Damn that bastard Crepsley, he probably had them both obeying his every whim.

Pushing the door open, he entered the shower and pulled off his black shirt and trousers, dropping them down a laundry chute by the door. Grabbing soap and a towel, he prepared himself for the bracing water; however a noise from the far corner stopped him in his tracks.

'Ah...shit...fuck fuck FUCK...'

He heard a groaning noise, tensing as he rounded the corner, waiting to see whoever was making the noise – hell, in this frame of mind he'd probably join them.

The sight that greeted him was not quite what he expected. Rosie Shan was crawling around the floor of the showers completely naked, face scrunched up, desperately fumbling for her towel.

'Oh my god it stings...'

Ah. Vampire mountain soap. Mika knew from personal experience that it was not fun to get it in your eyes, as the stinging pain kept on for hours. Either way, he contemplated, observing the naked girl on the floor in front of him, he couldn't just leave her half blind in the shower. Sighing, he wrapped his towel around his waist, picked hers up off the floor and passed it to her.

'Here... try and wash the soap off a bit before you rub it.'

Slowly, she opened her bloodshot eyes to look at him, while he quite openly continued to stare at her breasts. Which, he thought, were a lot nicer now that she wasn't wearing that hideous old jumper of Gavner's.

'Sire...what are you doing?'

The awkwardness of the situation suddenly hit him. He was in the shower with a half naked young girl, whose protector would not doubt kill him if he even touched her, and, goddamit, he was getting hard. He felt heat rise through his cheeks and turned away to hide the blush, whilst frantically thinking of things to calm his rising erection. Paris' beard. Harkat. Kurda's mouth... NO MIKA CONCENTRATE...Gavner snoring...

'I'm sorry, but do you need any help?' He opened his eyes to see that Rosie had moved around to stand in front of him, her towel wrapped around her and her eyes clear of soap. She wore a sly expression which didn't quite match the virtuous one she had worn earlier on in the Hall of Princes. Her eyes, so blue, so icy blue and deep, so deep... He couldn't tear his gaze away as she stepped slowly toward him and unwrapped the towel from around his waist, laying a small, cool, hand on the centre of his chest, and moving it down.

'Seeing as you helped me with my little, ah, situation back there, I feel it would only be appropriate for me to help you with yours?'

'Rosie I really don't think this is appropriate... ah GODS.'

Her hand had settled on his cock, and began to slowly move up and down. She moved onto her knees and lowered her mouth, and CHRIST, she'd taken him fully in her mouth, which was clearly a lot bigger than it looked from the outside. He couldn't resist any longer – fuck Larten Crepsley, and fuck the rules. He was a Prince, and she was too damn hot, and besides, who would find out? He roughly grabbed her, pinning her against the rocky wall and kissing her violently, nipping at her neck, her throat, her lips. He began to lick at her nipples, gently nibbling until he heard a sigh from her, and she began to arch her back toward him. She fastened both legs around his waist, and in one swift movement he lifted her off the floor. Charna's guts, she weighed about as much as a bowl of bat soup. Not like Vancha, who nearly crushed him when they had sex.

He'd missed having a girl about the mountain.

And, he reflected, as he began to move in and out of her, this was most definitely no ordinary vampire.