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CHAPTER ONE
Kirei stood in front of the magic circle, blood dripping from his fingertips and the animal he gutted to use for a sacrifice. The Tohsaka mansion had ample room in the basement to accommodate Tokiomi’s magical workshop as well as leaving enough room for Kirei’s training. And now it served as a private place for Kirei to fulfill the very reason he had come to live with the Tohsaka’s. The reason he had trained for 3 years under the watchful eye of Tokiomi Tohsaka, the head of one of the greatest mage families in the world. Kirei had always been a perfect student; retaining information easily, mastering anything he set his mind to. Magecraft was no different from anything else he had learned in the church. And although he had originally thought it to be sacrilegious for a priest to practice ungodly magic, after 3 years of living with mages and being immersed in their world, he couldn’t deny that he was naturally inclined toward their lifestyle. Magic came easily to him. He could feel energy coursing through his magical circuits when he performed a spell, and he liked it. He felt alive when he flexed his magical circuits, like he was connected to something greater than himself. Such thoughts were never entertained for long, after all, a priest couldn’t think of something as sinful as pleasure in work. Or worse yet, of something being greater than God.
“Fill, fill, fill.” he chanted, watching the beautiful crimson drain into the middle of the impeccably drawn circle. Tokiomi had said that he didn’t need a catalyst in order to summon an assassin, and that’s what he wanted. It would be a gamble, he knew, not to have a servant in mind, but he didn’t care. He would use whatever servant was given to him, and if they lacked in certain areas, then he would make up for it himself. After all, he worked for Tokiomi, and had no intention of winning the grail for anyone other than his dutiful master, so he was basically a servant himself.
Sworn to a master that he had to obey. A master with only his own ideals in mind. Kirei was perfectly suited to that sort of duty; having no ideals himself. There was no reason that he wanted the grail. Anything he could ask for, was something he could get for himself, he already knew he was an abomination. The church had made sure to drill that fact into his head. He was a tool for God, and now for magic as well. A weapon that could be used as a means to an end, and never an end that he chose. But that was fine with him.
“I call to you, Assassin! Heed my words as your master, I summon thee!” His deep voice echoed against the stone walls of the basement as he summoned his spirit. His face didn’t change expression as he raised his voice to complete the ritual, nor when the ground began to shake. It wasn’t nearly as elaborate or flashy as when Tokiomi had summoned the King of Heroes, but it was to be expected from an Assassin. The Heroic Spirit slipped into view like a snake. Silent and terrifying, the figure stood before Kirei, head bowed, arms tightly at its sides. Kirei’s eyes widened slightly as he surveyed the shrouded man he had summoned,
“I command you to take me as your master, Assassin. As I take you to be my Servant, we shall be bound together with the sacrament of the command seal serving as our bond.”
It struck Kirei how similar the incantation was to a marriage vow, and he could only imagine that this union would end as wretchedly as his own marriage had.
The assassin kept his head bowed for a moment before snapping it up to look Kirei square in the eyes. It was the sort of look that would make a normal man flinch back, but Kirei’s resolve was not easily shaken and he stared right back into the stoic gaze without flinching.
“And are you worthy to be my master?” the assassin’s voice filled the room, sending a chill up Kirei’s spine.
-
Kiritsugu Emiya stood in the chapel at the Einzbern Mansion.
“Is a simple ritual like this really enough to summon a heroic spirit from the past?”
Kiritsugu nodded at his wife, “Surprisingly, yes. You see, the summoning ritual doesn’t require some big elaborate avocation.” He said, surveying the intricate silver markings on the ground before him. Irisviel, his wife, stood beside him holding the catalyst he would use to summon his servant in this grail war that was deemed holy by the church, and agreed upon by the mages.
“I think it’s all ready.” He finally stood up, shaking the kink out of his knee and gently taking the scabbard from Irisviel. “With Avalon, we are certain to summon the spirit that we want.”
Irisviel watched her beloved husband do a final check on the magic circle she had helped him create. It was elegant like her, and cold like him. He took a deep breath and she watched him speak the words he had memorized. The words that would get him the servant that would end the grail wars once and for all. She felt melancholy about it, knowing what would happen to her if the wars were to end. But it didn’t matter at all. Kiritsugu’s wish would be fulfilled, and she couldn’t think of anything else that would have made her happier. As Kiritsugu chanted and focused on his spellwork, Irisviel took a step back, a hand over her heart. Something was pinching, and she tried to catch her breath. Was the pressure of being so close to the summoning ritual hurting her? Kiritsugu didn’t seem to be having any problems, and she closed her eyes tight, trying to slow her heart rate. Something was coming into this world...something she couldn’t place. As she focused, she deciphered that it wasn’t the ritual her husband was involved in, but another one. Something happening close by. A familiar warmth enveloped her, but stang her heart like an ice spear. Tears welled up in her eyes, tears of melancholy and yearning. What was it that made her suddenly so sad? The sort of sadness that comes over you when you see an old lover that you never wanted to lose. It hurt her, but something about it struck her as a second chance and it bothered her that she couldn’t place the feeling. Instead she tried to focus on her husband, but she couldn’t. Her eyes kept flashing out of focus and she blinked to correct her vision. When she opened her eyes, there was a man standing in Kiritsugu’s place. A man shrouded in red. Mist and blood surrounded him and she reached out, trying to take away the pain he seemed to be drowning in. But another blink and he was gone. And all that was left was her husband, panting and looking at the mist of blue and gold standing before him.
“But I ask you…” The warrior turned around, piercing green eyes glaring through the man that had summoned her, her voice commanding and honorable, “Are you worthy, to be my master?”
-
“And are you worthy to be my master?” the assassin’s voice filled the room, sending a chill up Kirei’s spine. What kind of question was that to ask?
“Know your place, servant.” Kirei parroted something he had heard one of Tokiomi’s guests say to the house staff at a party.
Assassin chuckled, “So you ARE my new master then, eh? What is your name?”
Kirei blinked. How was it that he got a servant that talked so much? “I am Kirei Kotomine.”
Assassin stepped out of the circle, looking around at the basement, humming to himself while looking around, obviously judging the surroundings.
“What is it?” Kirei finally asked after a few minutes of watching his newly summoned servant wander around. He wasn’t a tall man, probably 4 or 5 inches shorter than Kirei, but he had a presence that unsettled him nonetheless. His entire body was covered, leaving no skin revealed save his eyes when he looked up high enough for them to not be covered by the hood on his blood red cloak. His body was encased in some type of skin tight armor, Kirei was certain it wasn’t any material he knew about, although it bore a resemblance to a leather latex hybrid. A pistol hung from a heavy belted holster at his hip and ridged metal plating rounded over one shoulder, leaving this other free for his cloak to cover. His face was bound in what looked like bandages, and Kirei wondered if he had to unwrap his head before eating, or if he just pushed the mask away to free his mouth. The entire look was practical and left enough of his body a mystery that he would be a difficult opponent to figure out from afar.
“Where will I be staying?” Assassin asked without looking at his master, apparently more interested in studying the corners where the ceiling met the walls.
Tsk! What! Kirei gritted his teeth. He knew the servant was testing his dominance. “You’ll be in your spirit form when I’m not using you.”
A puff of air hit Kirei in the face and suddenly the servant was inches from his body, standing in front of him, head tilted to the side, eyes sparking. “Oh I will? And why’s that?”
“B-because that’s what servants do when they are not fighting.”
“Do you know why they take spirit form?”
Kirei felt oddly short of breath. Standing up straighter wasn’t an option; there was no way he could stand any taller than he always did. But even though he was looking down at his servant, with the way his stomach felt, he might as well have been on his knees. “To conserve mana, obviously.”
Assassin raised his hand, tugging the glove from it and slowly placing it on Kirei’s cheek without breaking eye contact. “There’s no reason to go into spirit form with a master as powerful as you are. I can feel the magical energy coursing through your veins and circuits, and I’ve hardy touched you at all yet.”
Yet?!
Kirei took a long breath, intent on setting his servant straight. There was absolutely no way that they were going to use more mana than necessary. It was wasteful and careless and Kirei wouldn’t stand for it. The instant his mouth parted to speak, a finger slipped over his lower lip, catching slightly on the dry skin and catching Kirei completely off guard. “What! Are you doing?!” He demanded, taking a quick step back and hitting Assassin’s hand away.
Assassin chuckled, “You’re quite high strung for a master in the Holy Grail War, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not high strung.” Kirei quickly regained composure and the honesty in his answer took Assassin aback.
“Well well, perhaps I was wrong.” he didn’t move from the place Kirei had left him standing, save to put his hand back at his side. “So tell me, what are you?”
Kirei knew he didn’t have to answer any questions this spirit asked him. After all, who was the master in this relationship? He didn’t have to answer...but his mouth opened anyway. “I’m a tool in this war, just like you are. We are to fight together under the guise as an independant team, but in actuality we will be winning the grail for my Teacher, Tokiomi Tohsaka.”
Assassin didn’t flinch at the news that the grail would not be won by his master, “Indeed. So we are proxies.”
“Yes.” Kirei breathed a sigh of relief that there wasn’t going to be a question about the plan.
“In that case, is this Tokiomi my true master?”
A twinge of unexpected jealousy went through Kirei’s chest, “No, you are mine.”
--
The rest of the day passed quickly. Assassin wanted to be shown around the mansion, which Kirei had obliged. And to be introduced to Tokiomi, which Kirei had refused.
He had wordlessly agreed to go into spirit form when he had explored the mansion to his satisfaction, and Kirei had eaten his dinner alone. Nothing special had happened, and the day ended commonly, with Kirei doing his normal ablutions, lighting a stick of incense, saying his prayers, and falling asleep alone. Dreams never came easily to the priest, and he never complained about it. They were horrible things, dreams. Things that made him cry out in the lonely night, or wake up in a sinful sweat. Things he couldn’t control, and therefor had no use for. But the excitement of summoning his mysteriously cloaked servant was more than enough to spur his consciousness into dreamland, and his body twitched as he slumbered. Something warm slid down his hip and thigh, tickling at his lower back and making him squirm against his will. A breath at the back of his neck, his hair parting and something wet on the tip of his ear.
The priest didn’t stay asleep for long, and his eyes flew open as he tried to shove the dream from his mind. Such dreams were completely unacceptable. An uncomfortable tightness in his pajamas made him grit his teeth and suck in a metered breath. A shift in his weight did nothing to help. Neither did the feeling of his ass bumping into something solid that was most decidedly NOT part of his bed. A quick hand shot under his head and over his mouth before he could move and another over his waist, holding him in place.
“Shh…” A soothing whisper in his ear did nothing to calm him, “It’s me. It’s Emiya.”
Kirei’s eyes widened further. Emiya? The name of the other Master wasn’t it?? But the voice was familiar...
“Emiya?” the name was sweet on his tongue and the hand moved away from his lips enough to let out another word “Assassin?”
“Keep your voice down.” the man behind him cooed, “You’re going to wake the whole house.”
Suddenly the hand on his hip didn’t matter. The palm that had moved from his lips had been smooth, warm, uninvited…”Emiya…” it was even sweeter the second time. A perfect reason not to say it again. “What are you doing here?” He hissed.
“I’m tired.” Emiya said bluntly, “I used too much mana today when you were showing me around this giant house.”
Kirei narrowed his eyes in the darkness. “You were the one that wanted to be shown around.” he stated.
“That doesn’t negate the fact that I’m low on mana.”
“Then go to sleep.”
The finger at his mouth again, just like in the basement; but this time it slipped just far enough to find moisture, running coyly behind his lip, bumping against his teeth and sliding out slowly. “I’ll just take a little…” Emiya’s chest pressed the thin fabric of Kirei’s threadbare pajamas into his perspiring back. Pajamas were the only clothes that Tokiomi hadn’t insist he replace, mainly because he never saw them, and Kirei liked it that way. Hot breath settled behind his ear and he would have sworn he heard a perfectly faint moan as Emiya pressed his body more firmly against Kirei, grinding ever so subtly against Kirei’s perfectly toned ass.
“This is wrong.” Kirei stated flatly, not moving a muscle.
“There is nothing wrong about giving your servant mana, Kirei Kotomine.” the finger dipped further into his mouth, teasing to find his tongue. “In fact, it’s your duty as my master to supply me with as much mana as I need, whenever I need it.”
Kirei couldn’t talk with the finger invading his mouth, and he couldn’t pull back without pushing into Assassin. He was trapped. Twisting his head did little to help, and soon he found himself swallowing around the offending digit, absolutely refusing to let saliva drip onto his pillow just because he found himself in a strange and compromising position.
Emiya pulled his hand back, allowing Kirei a breath.
“This will all be over if you turn over and face me.” Emiya’s words were soft but snared under Kirei’s skin like a burr.
Kirei froze a moment, then after weighing the pros and cons of doing as he was told, slowly turned over in his bed to face his servant. “What do you need?”
“A touch.”
Kirei blinked hard, “What are you talking about, Assassin?”
“Touch me.”
Kirei’s ears felt like they were on fire. Touch him?! How lewd! “W-what?!” His voice was uncharacteristically high.
“Touch my hand.” Emiya said innocently.
Kirei quickly grabbed Assassin’s hand, his body tingling with sweat. All he wanted was for Assassin to get his mana, go back into spirit form, and leave him alone. Emiya had obviously taken his gloves off before getting in bed, but the rest of his clothes remained intact, even his mask.
“OH! Not so rough!” Emiya chuckled, “Calmly…”
Kirei took a deep, irritated breath and pulled away, trying again, but slow enough to appease his picky servant. Assassin laced his fingers through his, squeezing him lightly. “Now, say it again.”
“Say what again?” Genuine confusion took over Kirei’s overactive brain and he began mentally scrolling through every conversation he had embarked on with this strange man.
“My name.”
Kirei’s lips pursed, “Assassin.” he said flatly.
“No.” he rubbed his thumb over Kirei’s protruding knuckle, “My name.”
Words and breath stuck in Kirei’s throat like he had never had a sip of water in his life. “E...miya…” it came out broken and blamed the fever he was certain he was getting. It was too hot in his room. The bed was too small for two fully grown men.
“Again.”
Kirei furrowed his brow. He couldn’t even see the man laying an inch from his face. Protests started building up in his throat, and he opened his mouth to unleash them, “Emiya…”
“Good…” The word was little more than a whisper, a breath muffled through the mask Assassin was still wearing.
The priest felt warmth flowing through his hands as Assassin’s grip tightened on him. The servant’s body tensed as mana flowed between them, drinking in the feeling like a lover accepts pleasure from its mate. Kirei wanted it to be over, at least that’s what he told himself as he whispered the servant’s name again. Each time, he felt a shudder in Emiya’s body as he heard the word. Was it some kind of incantation? Had Tokiomi forgotten to tell him about something? Did the servant’s name hold special sway over their mana transfer? He said the name once again and Assassin gasped for a breath, body vibrating against Kirei’s still sweating chest and thighs as his nails dug into Kirei’s larger hands.
“Ah! That’s good. That’s enough!” Emiya gasped for air, collapsing against his master.
Kirei froze again. The last time someone’s face was pressed against his chest was when his wife had been dying. In each moment he hadn’t realized that it was going to be a memory he would hold dear. He cherished that memory of his wife, of her dying, crying that she loved him and wanted him to be happy. The sentiment had been lost on him, happiness was the luxury of others, and was something he neither craved nor sought out. The mana transfer had weakened him substantially, and he couldn’t bring himself to banish Assassin. It was all he could do just to pull the blanket over them both, allowing his arm to collapse onto Assassin’s waist. The servant’s breathing had already changed tempo, from the fevered gasps to a steady sleepy cadence. Steady like a lullaby; and that’s exactly what it was for the priest. Heavy eyelids, fatigue, and no more commentary from his servant seemed to be the exact recipe Kirei needed for sleep and he soon found himself in the dreamless sleep he was so used to.
--
Emiya-Assassin woke up before his master, feeling as rested as could have hoped for. The human world felt good on his newly formed body. Cool morning air drifting in from the open window. Warm sunshine on the bed sheets. Gentle rising and falling of the priest’s chest. It made the assassin’s heart ache for the life he had long since lost. It had been a horrible life, but it had been his. There was no desire in his heart to get his old life back, but a new life...that was the thought that made him smile. It was easy to take life for granted, right up until the point when it’s snatched away. And that’s exactly what Emiya had done. Living his life one day at a time, pushing pleasures aside for work, never making time to find what brought him joy. Anything that had ever caused him joy had been snatched from him, and instead of searching for some other source of happiness, he had only grown colder. His entire life had consisted of letting his heart grow hard and jaded, until one day...he had just died. It might have been some rogue bullet. Maybe an accident, or an enemy that he had underestimated...he wasn’t really sure. But he didn’t care. That was the past, and he had a new chance to move on. And this man in front of him, this man that called himself ‘master’, was his ticket to freedom. Apparently this Tokiomi person thought the grail was his, but Emiya didn’t care who stood in his way. He would either have the grail, or figure out how to continue his existence in some other way. As he contemplated his new life, his gaze wandered across the sleeping man’s face. Kirei Kotomine...what an easy name. It brought a slight smile to the corner of his lip as he thought about the previous night. He had felt delirious with fatigue, and hadn’t really meant to push the priest so far. But he had been so fun to tease down in the basement that Emiya hadn’t been able to help himself doing it again. How uncomfortable the priest had gotten when he ran his finger over his lips, and how he had almost ripped his arm off in a frantic attempt to stop the intrusion of his bed. It all made Emiya delightfully happy, and he resolved that he was going to have a lot more fun teasing his stuffy, humorless master.
--
Breakfast was a drab affair. Emiya didn’t need to eat, and after a comment that Kirei had made about wearing a mask constantly, Emiya had decided that he wouldn’t take it off, just to spite him. He sat at the other end of the table, wordlessly watching his master eat. Each bite made Kirei more uncomfortable, although he tried not to make it noticeable. Each time he opened his mouth, Emiya’s eyes watched him.
“Why are you watching me, Assassin?” he finally questioned
“There is no reason not to. Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“There is no reason to watch me eat. Go back into spirit form, you’re wasting mana again.”
“I can still see you, even when I’m in spirit form, Kirei Kotomine.” Emiya left him with that thought, fading away before the priest could say anything to the contrary.
--
The rest of the week passed similarly. The war had yet to officially begin, but Tokiomi had decided to escort the rest of his family to their safehouse, leaving the mansion in the temporary care of Kirei. The priest had welcomed the opportunity to be alone, although it hadn’t turned out that way at all. Every turn he made, there was Emiya.
Eating? Emiya watched him.
Studying the many books Tokiomi had required him to read? Emiya watched him.
He was surprised that Emiya didn’t watch him bathe, although, he wasn’t entirely certain that the bothersome servant didn’t.
He hadn’t asked for mana again, which also surprised Kirei, but he was glad. Although, the memory of sharing mana with him still plagued him. He hadn’t exactly done anything sinful, and he knew that. But it was the way he felt when he thought about their hands touching. The way the memory popped into his mind when he was in the shower, or just about to fall asleep. That is what made it sinful. He tried to lay still in his bed, but the late spring weather was making him rethink his choice of bed covering. It was too warm for all the blankets he had, and even though Tokiomi insisted that he have fine coverings on his bed, he was still used to the plain, barely adequate sheets that the church had always provided for him. There was no need for frivolous bed sheets, no need to have pillows that started encasing your head in softness the instant you lay down. Kirei ended up tossing most of his bed makings on the ground in a pile, laying back down with a huff and slamming his eyes shut. He just wanted some sleep!
He pushed away thoughts of where Assassin might be, determined to just get a good night’s rest. And after a few moments of wrestling with his mind, he managed to do just that.
The air that drifted through the open window wasn’t as warm as Kirei’s heated mind had thought it was, and as the night went on, the temperature inside dropped along with the sun.
Emiya had stayed up, watching the sunset, and then when it grew too dark, watching the stars. He could tell from the lack of sleep that the priest was getting that he could feel him staring, even when he was in spirit form, and it wasn’t healthy for either of them when Kirei was weak. And that’s how he had decided to spend some time outdoors, and leave his master in peace.
Eventually, he could feel that Kirei was sleeping soundly, and he smiled, lighting up a cigarette he had convinced Kirei to purchase. The smoke filling his lungs felt as good as he remembered it had, and once he reached the end he begrudgingly threw the butt in the trash.
Tiptoeing around the house wasn’t exactly the way he intended to realize he was low on mana, and the thought rather irritated him. It would have been a simple matter of eating a large meal and sleeping, and his mana would have been restored, but it seemed such a waste. He didn't’ feel like eating. Didn’t feel like wasting his new life sleeping. He felt like...something else.
A mischievous smile flitted over his lips as he decided how he wanted his mana refilled. Touching his master would allow him to gain small amounts of mana, but his body was hungry for something more exciting. Mana was a tricky thing to transfer through mere skin touch alone, and he knew a surefire way to kill two birds with one stone. His heart thumped in his chest as he swiftly moved through the house to Kirei’s room, slowing down only when he reached the bedside. The priest looked peaceful when he was sleeping, and Emiya took a moment to appreciate the subtle beauty of his master. It wasn’t such an easy thing to do when he was awake. His face was always stern, and he only spoke when necessary, and even then it was in monotone. But without any consciousness, it was easy for Emiya to imagine him with any personality he wanted. To imagine him laughing. Talking. Crying…
Emiya’s heart skipped a beat when he imagined that. Tears rolling down his cheekbones, mouth open in anguish, breath coming in ragged gasps.
Emiya slipped into the bed silently, hardly even denting the mattress as he lay down.
“Kirei…”
--
Kirei woke with a start when he heard his given name. “Assassin??” the word came out as a concerned hiss when he realized who had called him so quietly. “What do you want??”
“I need mana…” he sounded almost pleading and Kirei felt a hand on his waist.
Mana! “At this time of night? Why are you not in spirit form??” Kirei hissed again, although he realized that they were the only two in the house, and whispering was not necessary. He could have screamed at his servant if he wanted to, and no one would have been the wiser.
“I need mana.” Assassin repeated, this time more forcefully, lowering his hand to Kirei’s hip.
Kirei flinched at the too intimate touch, “Stop it.” his words didn’t sound frantic, but his heart started fluttering.
The servant moved his hand away, breaking all contact they had. “I’m sorry, Master. I’m not meaning to be improper.”
Kire took a slow breath. “Give me your hand. I’ll give you some mana.”
“No, it won’t work this time. I need more than you can give me that way.” Emiya said truthfully.
“What? What are you talking about?”
“There are other ways to transfer mana that are much more efficient. Touching hands is the least effective way to transfer mana.”
All of this came as a shock to Kirei, and he listened to the new information hungrily. The darkness of his room made it exceedingly difficult to see, and no matter how much he squinted or widened his eyes, he still couldn’t make out any features of his servant’s face. “Well what is the most effective way then?”
Emiya smiled, pleased that his master was such an eager learner. But the very nature of his master’s position in the church made it difficult for him to be blunt about the most effective method, and he knew he had to choose his words carefully, or risk overloading the priest’s sense of morality.
“A different kind of touch.” He said, still trying to decide how to word his information.
Kirei narrowed his eyes, instantly dubious of what he was learning, “Tell me more.”
Assassin reached up to his own face, tugging away a few of the strips of the bandage that served as his mask. Suddenly his voice was much clearer, and Kirei wished the light were on so he could see what the man’s face looked like. “Just a kiss…” Emiya’s newly freed voice settled over him like velvet, and even though he wanted to push him away, he didn’t.
“Just one kiss.” Emiya said softly, confident that he had chosen the right path.
Kirei’s mouth opened slightly before he snapped it shut as his logic came back to him. “No! That’s ridiculous. There is no way that a kiss can possibly transfer mana.”
Emiya put his hand on Kirei’s cheek the same way he had done his first night in the mansion, talking softly while he repeated the action of slipping his finger between Kirei’s lips. “Yes, there is. Think about it, why else would I have touched you here? Do you remember when I did, the other night.”
Of course he remembered. And he felt his body flush as he realized how foolish he had been to think Assassin was trying to come onto him that night. Of course he had just needed mana. “But, you took mana from my hand, not my mouth.” He countered.
“Would you have kissed a man you didn’t know, even if it was to give him mana?”
Kirei knew he was right. It was logical after all, to build a relationship before asking for something that seemed intimate, even if it was just innocuous and innocent. “No.”
“But now, you know that I don’t mean any harm.” he traced a line of saliva from the corner of Kirei’s mouth up to the middle of his cheek. “It’ll be okay.” He leaned in before any words could leave Kirei’s open mouth and kissed him full on the mouth. There was no time for Kirei to banter back and forth while he decided if it was against his better judgement to give his servant mana.
Kirei wrenched back when warm lips hit his, only to have one of Assassin’s hands catch him behind his head and pull him close again. Kirei pushed against his chest, wanting to shout that he wasn’t ready. But the priest choked on his words, at the suction Emiya was causing between their mouths. Kirei’s whole body felt like it was being sucked dry. Emiya deepened the kiss, pressing his body against Kirei’s as he let their lips part, only to drag his tongue across Kirei’s teeth and pull back slowly.
The priest’s eyes fluttered when the kiss was broken and he tried to sit up, pushing weakly at his servant’s chest. “You got your mana, now go.” he said hoarsely. Kirei knew he had been drained, but he also knew he would rejuvenate quickly.
“I didn’t take much mana…” Emiya sat up, pushing Kirei back down into the bed, “I just took some energy.”
Kirei lay on his back, feeling weaker than he would have if he had fought an enemy with his bare hands. He could hear Emiya moving over him, feel his hands tucking under his shirt.
“Wh-what...are…” Kirei’s faltering question was cut off by another kiss and Emiya’s tongue explored his mouth shamelessly. The smaller man straddled him, pushing his shirt just high enough to reveal his nipples. The cold air hit his chest and he sucked in a sharp breath. “Ah! Assassin….” The weight of the smaller man felt impossible to move away from and Emiya leaned forward, flicking his tongue across the hard nipple of his trapped master. Kirei swallowed an involuntary moan and tried to lift his arms to push him away. A motion that Emiya only took as an opportunity to pull his shirt completely off. Kirei grabbed desperately at the fabric, quickly realizing that the rest of his clothes were going to meet a similar fate. He moved his hands as quickly as he could down to his waistband, clutching at it hard enough that his knuckles ached.
Emiya kissed his way from Kirei’s neck down his torso, lingering around his sternum, and dragging his tongue to his navel.
Kirei gritted his teeth through the ticklish sensation, knowing that fighting was useless, and focusing all his energy to keep his grip on his, so far unmoved, waistband.
Emiya slid his weight from his groin, moving himself down until he was sitting on Kirei’s knees. Still kissing his way down, touching wherever he wanted with his cool fingertips.
A gentle tugging at the elastic band and Kirei’s breath broke, “No.” he said as forcefully as he could.
“No what?” Assassin’s breath hit his stomach and he took the fabric between his teeth, pulling down, letting his chin bump against Kirei’s member.
“Stop..!” Kirei pulled his pants up quickly. Too quickly. His weak body was no match for Emiya and the fabric snapped out of his fingers, allowing Emiya all the control he needed to scurry backward and yank his pants down. Two hands slipped down Kirei’s asscheeks, catching his pants and underwear completely. And before Kirei could react, he was laying in his bed, completely naked. Completely vulnerable.
Cold air washed over his whole body and he shivered.
“Are you cold?” Emiya said slyly, moving back over him.
Kirei pushed at him again, so weakly that he was embarrassed by his lack of strength.
“We should warm you up.” the smaller man mused, tracing a finger across Kirei’s stomach. “You know...for a priest, you certainly are in good shape…”
“Tsk!” Kirei twisted under him. A decision he instantly regretted when he felt Emiya’s hand slip under his ass.
“Oh, you’re trembling, Kirei. Are you really that cold?” Emiya’s voice was patronizing.
“Get off of me, Assassin…”
“Now now.” Emiya gave his ass a squeeze, “Do you want this to be over quickly?”
Kirei realized that he couldn’t get away. He could still feel his energy and mana being sucked from his body. Every time Assassin’s tongue touched him, he felt weaker. “Y-yes.” he said shamefully.
“Then use my name.” Emiya whispered in his ear, laying his clothed body full on his master’s. “Go on.” he moved his hand up Kirei’s hip, tracing his way over his hipbone and toward his groin. “Say it. Say ‘touch me, Emiya.’ and it’ll be over before you know it.”
Kirei gave one last attempt to shove Emiya off him. An attempt that his servant easily dodged. But this time he caught the flailing arms and pinned them above Kirei’s head. “Go on. Say it if you really want it to be quick.”
Kirei squeezed his eyes shut and a tear ran into his ear, “T-touch me...Emiya.”
Emiya smiled, holding his weak victim with one hand and raising his other to his waiting tongue. Only when saliva dripped freely from his palm did he lower it around Kirei’s soft dick, playing it between his fingers and watching Kirei..
It was priceless, the look he made. Equal parts horror and shame fought for dominance on his twisted face and Emiya couldn’t have painted a more arousing picture if he tried.
The repressed priest wasn’t difficult to stimulate, and even though his mind was obviously in torment, his body wanted exactly what it was getting. Emiya smiled smugly, maneuvering his body until he was laying between Kirei’s legs, forcing them to part for him. “Say it again.” Emiya was having a difficult time controlling his own breathing. Watching the priest’s conflict was more provoking than he thought it would be, and his own erection was growing impatient for attention.
Kirei was still trying to pull away from him, but that just helped Emiya stroke him harder and he repeated himself eagerly. “Say it again!”
“Touch me! Please, Emiya!” His frantic voice was close to a scream, “Stop! Stop..!” Kirei tried in vain to keep some semblance of control as the words he was told to say blended with the words he knew he should be saying.
“Stop?” Emiya instantly let go of Kirei’s erection, watching his face with an evil grin.
“AAH!!! NO!” Kirei screamed, bucking his hips. “Please!”
Nothing.
Kirei whimpered helplessly. He had been so close. Maybe if he could cum then Emiya would leave him alone. Maybe it’s all he needed… “Please.” He choked on the sinful words, “Please touch me, Emiya…”
Assassin obliged quickly, taking him back in his hand and stroking him purposefully.
Kirei’s body relaxed back into the rhythm nearly instantly and a long moan filled the room. All he needed to do was cum and then it would all be over…
Assassin let saliva drip from his mouth in a stream, watching it hit the tip of Kirei’s cock and work its way down, lubricating him as he stroked harder. “Cum for me, Kirei…” he muttered hotly, glancing up at his face.
Kirei was biting his lip, eyes scrunched shut and his face trying to bury in his upstretched arm. His body trembled and he tried not to listen to the wet sounds coming from Emiya’s hand as he came.
Emiya worked him until he was sure there was no more that could spill from the man moaning beneath him. The cum was cooling quickly in his hand, and he quickly slipped his hand lower, pressing Kirei’s ass apart and letting the fresh lube pour all over him.
Kirei gasped, knowing what was about to happen. “NO!” he shouted, and Emiya planted another smiling kiss on him, draining his energy again.
“Calm down.” He whispered, “You’re not selfish enough to think that you were going to be the only one being pleasured tonight, did you? I haven’t even taken my mana yet.”
He didn’t bother preparing Kirei. In fact, he figured that he should feel lucky that he even bothered lubing him up at all. It was easy unzip his pants and press himself inside his all too weak master. “Ahhhh!” unabashed moans fell from his lips as he let himself be swallowed by the pleasure. Mana flooded his circuits and he dug both his hands into Kirei’s hips, sinking his nails deep into the skin and pulling him closer. “Oh god...yes…”
The powerful surge of mana coupled with the overwhelming gratification of releasing his sexual frustration made him cum after a few thrusts, but he hardly cared about stamina. He just wanted the high. There would be plenty of other opportunities to fuck strictly for pleasure, but this time, he hadn’t been lying when he said he needed mana.
Kirei scratched at his arms, trying to wrench him off, trying to kick him away. Tears ran freely from his eyes as he was thrust into. Every moan felt like a personal violation. But finally...it was over. Emiya pulled out of him with a groan, collapsing on the bed beside him.
Kirei stared up at the dark ceiling, eyes refusing to blink, body trembling with despair. It had felt so painful, so violent. But he could handle that. What he was truly reeling from was the way he had wanted it to keep going. The feeling of absolute helplessness had been horrible, but the few moments that he had allowed himself to surrender to it, had been so freeing.
Tears wet the pillow under his head as he tried to push away the truth. His body was too tired to move, too drained; and slowly, just as he had done with Emiya, he tried to give up to the force controlling him.
Emiya felt his master trying to fall asleep and sat up, stepping out of the bed and zipping his pants back up. “Time alter.” Emiya said softly, petting his Master’s hair back from his head, “Quadruple Regress.”
Emiya stepped out of the room as the time around him shifted and warped. The past 15 minutes rewound like a VHS tape and he waited outside the door until he saw himself walking down the hall like he had done before, “Time alter: normal.” he said, holding up his hand to his past self. The motion with his hand was a signal to himself that he had gone back and his past self nodded, touching his hand softly. The parallel assassins melded into one, their timestreams again merging. It was one of Emiya’s favourite abilities, the gift of time travel. He couldn’t go back as far as he wanted, but 15 minutes was doable, especially with the overload of mana he had just sucked from his master. As soon as his mana drained previous self melded with his current timestream, he felt drained again. The time alter took so much out of him, and he hadn’t even gotten mana from his past self. His legs shook to hold him up and he walked carefully into Kirei’s room to replenish his mana.
--
Kirei woke when he heard the soft footsteps outside his room. No one ever walked in his room when he was sleeping, and the foreign sound had startled him from a dream.
A dream…
Kirei swallowed, his mouth feeling parched as he remembered what he was dreaming about. He never dreamed….and now...the most shameful dream of all.
The footsteps stopped at his room and his door opened, almost like someone had stumbled into his room. The notion made him sit up hurriedly and look over in the dark room, quickly tugging the cord of his lamp, flooding the room with light. “Assassin? What is it??”
“Master.” Assassin said, “I am low on mana.”
Kirei flushed as he remembered his dream, but quickly pushed away the memory to focus on his servant. “You look like you are hurt.”
“No,” He stumbled a bit, and Kirei darted out an arm to catch him and Emiya laughed a bit as he held on “Just low…”
He let Kirei help him to the bed and sat down, holding his hand up weakly. The time alter had made him much weaker than he had remembered it doing in the past, and he was anxious to refill his magic circuitry.
--
Kirei helped his servant sit next to him on the bed. Emiya’s grip was weak on his arm, and his body felt cold. His dream was eating at his mind, forcing his blood to pump too quickly, so maybe Emiya simply felt cold because he was overly warm. Although, rationally, he knew it may have been a side effect of being low on mana, on life energy.
“How did you get so low on mana?” he muttered, flipping the covers over Emiya’s lap.
“I seem to have overestimated my ability to be in human form for too long without eating.” Emiya lied, twisting to face him and weakly holding up his hand.
Kirei twisted as well, reaching out for the small hand and tugging the glove off. As soon as their skin touched, Emiya’s eyes closed and Kirei could feel him heating back up as he relaxed. The look on his face was so serene that it almost hurt Kirei to watch. The strips of fabric that crossed over his mouth were stretched apart as Emiya breathed steadily through his mouth, accepting the mana gratefully. Kirei’s body ached to see what he looked like under that mask, and he couldn’t help reaching up and putting a hand gently on the side of Emiya’s face. Mana flowed through their hands and Emiya didn’t even move as he touched him, which emboldened him. He put his finger on the overlap of the strips and pulled him apart, revealing his mouth. Any more would have seemed like a breach of trust and he pulled back, eyes still fixated on the perfect, partly open mouth.
Was it true? What he had dreamt about? Could their mana really flow with any touch?
He sucked in a tiny, nervous breath before his lips brushed Emiya’s. It was so light that neither of them would have felt it if not for the tingling sensation of mana passing between them.
Emiya’s eyes fluttered open and he saw Kirei’s face in front of him, eyes closed, breath hitting Emiya’s mouth in short bursts. The surge of mana a second ago perked Emiya enough that he was at least aware of his surroundings, and he pressed his lips against the priest’s. The touch was not expected, but wasn’t unwelcome and Kirei opened his mouth slightly, letting Emiya kiss him. Their hands stayed intertwined as they kissed, only moving to grip each other more tightly.
The more mana poured into his servant, the more frantic Kirei got to stay awake. He held himself up with one hand pressed into the bed and let Emiya wrap a hand in his hair, pulling him closer as he drained him dry. The priest’s body twitched as his body fought against the loss of energy, and finally he broke the kiss, panting to catch a breath and letting his hand fall away from Emiya’s. His head hit the pillow a little too hard and he felt his newly satisfied servant pull the blanket to his shoulders and brush a lock of hair from his eye.
“Goodnight, my master.” Emiya whispered, letting his hand linger a little too long on Kirei’s head.
“Emiya…” Kirei tried to keep his eyes open, but seeing his servant look down at him made him glance away. The words he wanted to say, stuck in his throat. You’re a hell of a kisser… He wanted to say it, and opened his mouth, “Goodnight…” he said instead, turning on his side, away from Emiya’s smiling eyes.
--
Emiya sat in the chair across from Kirei’s desk. The sparse room didn’t offer much to look at, and Emiya wasn’t overly interested in the dry books that Kirei insisted on pouring over.
“It would be prudent to take out one of the master’s as soon as possible.” Emiya tried opening a conversation that Kirei wouldn’t shut down with his usual dry answers.
“Of course it would be.” Kirei flipped to the next page in the book he was taking notes from, “That’s obvious.”
“Let me see those files that Tokiomi gave you.” Emiya’s voice was polite. The boredom of sitting around the mansion was starting to make him itch for excitement, and he knew he couldn’t leave his fate up to that fool Tokiomi.
“Why?” more scratching of Kirei’s ballpoint pen against paper.
“You summoned me to win this war, didn’t you?”
Kirei opened a desk drawer with one hand and tugged out a stack of brown folders. They were wordlessly passed to the outstretched hand of his servant and Emiya settled back into his chair, glancing through the folders until he found the one he wanted. “And once the master was killed, the servant would also no longer be a problem.”
“Correct.”
“But that doesn’t have to be the only way.”
Kirei glanced up, intrigued by the new information.
Emiya smiled under his mask. Capturing his master’s attention was the first step, but keeping his mind was the next. “There are ways to steal another Master’s servant, if you know how. The master is still eliminated, but you gain the advantage of having an additional servant. Think of how much closer you would be to winning if you had more than one.”
“You obviously have some plan in mind, Assassin.”
Emiya tossed the file of his choosing on top of Kirei’s open book. “This is the one we should focus on first.”
Kirei opened it dubiously, “Kayneth El Melloi? Why him?”
“He’s a master mage, a professor for the Mages’ Association, and a formidable enemy. But more importantly, his servant will be a good fit for us.”
“How do you know who his servant is?” Kirei’s eyebrow quirked up slightly.
“I have special abilities as a Heroic Spirit that you don’t have access to.”
The answer was too vague for Kirei’s tastes, but he let it slide for the moment. “Who is his servant?”
Emiya couldn’t help another smile. He could have written the script of what Kirei was going to say, “His servant is Lancer. Diarmuid Ua Duibhne of Ireland.”
Kirei sat back in his chair, causing a small creak. Contemplating what his servant had said. “Lancer eh? Someone with skills in close range combat would be useful…”
Emiya kept quiet, watching him think. It was easy to see the slightly confused cogs of his mind whirring. “...how do you know that, Assassin? And don't’ give me a vague answer.”
“Trust me.”
“No, tell me how you know.” Kirei didn’t trust his servant in the slightest.
“Isn’t our relationship supposed to be built on trust, Kirei?”
“You’re right, Assassin. It is supposed to be. But trust is earned, not so easily given for nothing.”
Emiya had to give him props for that answer and crossed his arms, staring at him. The eyes staring at him from beneath the hood were unsettlingly pale, and Kirei shifted in his seat when they caught the sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains.
“I suppose since you are my Master, you should know.”
Kirei listened approvingly. Having an assassin as a spirit obviously wasn’t going to be as easy as some of the other classes. If they were clever enough in life to become worthy of the title Assassin in death, then there were obviously going to be many secrets. After all, if Kirei himself were a heroic spirit, he knew he would not just hand over his trust to some mage, just because the grail called them a master. It was a preposterous arrangement, but he had determined to make the most of it.
“Heroic Spirits aren’t just mages and heroes, Kirei.” The flagrant use of his given name had stopped bothering Kirei a few days ago, and he just accepted it as a rude trait of the servant. “We are spirits, held out of time as we await someone to summon us. And where or when we get summoned has nothing to do with any linear sense of time. Do you understand?”
Kirei nodded.
“For instance, if I fought a war in the future, I would know things about this war, as it would be written in mage history. You yourself have been studying the past wars, have you not?”
Kirei felt overly warm in his woolen robe. Of course he was right. “Yes, I have overlooked that fact. My apologies for doubting you, Assassin.”
“No harm done, Kirei.” Emiya smiled, “Now, about this plan...Kayneth has a workshop in the Fuyuki Hyatt Hotel. He has taken up an entire floor with his workshop. It will be extremely difficult to battle him there, so we need some form of distraction, or to destroy the workshop altogether.”
Kirei knew the hotel, it was a fancy place that Tokiomi liked going for brunch. The waiters were stuffy and Kirei couldn’t help admitting that causing a little strife there would be perfectly fine with him.
“What’s all this?? Conspiring are we?”
Kirei winced at the familiar, overbearingly elite voice of Gilgamesh and looked up at the doorway.
“Do you mind, Archer? The door wasn’t closed just so you could open it.” Emiya snapped
“Of course I don’t mind.” Gilgamesh waltzed in, swirling a glass of Tokiomi’s wine. “I say, Kotomine, you have surprised me. I didn’t take you for the kind of man that would conspire behind my master’s back.”
“I wasn’t conspiring, Archer.”
“Hmm, well what are you planning on doing then? Taking over another master, stealing his servant?” he chuckled and sat down on a chair. “Sounds like important stuff.”
Emiya narrowed his eyes, “And what of it. No need for you to dirty your pretty little hands.”
Gilgamesh hardly afforded Emiya a slow glance, “Watch what you say, mongrel.” his tone was not as cheery as it had been a moment ago, “There will come a time when you and I will fight as well. Don’t make it sooner rather than later.”
Emiya chuckled at the threat.
“And furthermore, I refuse to be left behind on such an exciting plan. Blowing up a building? What are you going to do, throw a grenade?” Gilgamesh snickered into his wine glass, downing the rest of the smooth liquid.
Emiya pursed his lips slightly, not about to admit that he hadn’t gotten that far in the plan.
“Leave that to me, mongrel.” Gilgamesh said definitely. “Aren’t you trying to get that over inflated wretch to move from his ridiculous workshop?”
“Yes.” Kirei sensed the animosity between the two servants, and was genuinely curious what Gilgamesh was thinking.
“And are you somehow planning on outrunning Kayneth and his servant once you blow up their base of operations?”
Emiya’s nose twitched in annoyance. Gilgamesh may have been one of the most powerful servants, but Emiya was fairly certain that’s because he managed to annoy his enemy until they no longer had their wits about them.
“Let me handle blowing up that shop. And you can head them off...wherever you think they are going to go…” Gilgamesh’s eyebrow raised and he looked pointedly at Emiya, “You DO know where they are going, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.”
“And when is this little mission going to happen?”
“As soon as possible.”
Gilgamesh swung his legs off the couch, setting his wine glass on Kirei’s desk, “Well then, tonight it is. I’ll go inform that dull Tokiomi that we are going to fetch another tool, and we shall reconvene here at dusk.”
Emiya could hardly believe what he was hearing. The plan was good, but Gilgamesh set it off in such a way that it sounded like he had planned it from start to finish, and that he and Kirei were his personal pawns in winning the war. Although, Emiya knew that he probably did view it that way. Archer was the true servant of the man that Emiya was supposed to win the grail for.
--
Gilgamesh met them promptly at dusk, his attire completely changed.
“Is all that armor really necessary, Goldy?” Emiya eyed him.
“Mongrel!”
Emiya cut him off, “Alright, I’ll be quiet. This mongrel doesn’t need a lecture. Let’s just get this done.”
Kirei nodded, “The two of you need to be in spirit form as often as possible, to conserve mana.”
--
Gilgamesh had every intention of staying in spirit form as often as possible. There was no need to flounce around town, getting his royal feet dirty with peasant dust. The hotel was easy to find, and as much as he had told himself that he would stay in spirit form, he couldn’t resist. Shedding his golden armour was a simple matter and he walked through the front door, swinging his hips and listening to the delightful chatter of the mongrels inside. Women stared at him, men tried to block their wive’s view of him, children stayed out of his way. It was marvelous.
There was nothing particular he wanted, other than for that filthy dog, Lancer, to know he was there. It was an easy enough thing for servants to sense the presence of another servant, and he hoped this Lancer was no fool. Gilgamesh sensed him, sensed his discontent with his master, also, sensed some woman bothering the Lancer. Gilgamesh chuckled, no woman bothered him in the mansion, although he made it his business to bother many of the maids.
Scurrying.
A snapped order.
Lancer was coming down to meet him. Perfect.
He took the elevator, punching a random button with a large number, knowing Lancer would be waiting for him no matter the floor the elevator opened on. Lancer didn’t disappoint, although his outfit did.
“Lancer. Do you meet all your guests in a skintight leather onesie?”
Lancer smirked, twirling his spear behind him, “Archer, do you always pack such a haughty tone when you speak to others?”
“I have no reason to talk to you with any modicum of respect, you mongrel.”
“And who are you that you think you can speak down to me?”
Gilgamesh’s taunting game was quickly devolving. “You sincerely can not discern my identity?”
“Should I be able to?”
Gilgamesh opened a single port of the Gates of Babylon, hurdling a sword at Lancer. It was easily blocked, but it was enough time for Gilgamesh to speed through the halls of the hotel, wearing his flashy golden armour, sending swords and spears through the walls behind him. Lancer sped after him, quickly realizing he would never catch up and changing tactics. He burst through one of the decimated rooms, trying to head Archer off before he could destroy anything else. Archer snickered and smashed through the ceiling, ending up two floors ahead of Lancer, and right in one of the rooms that Kayneth had rigged with spirits. It was completely dark and forced Gilgamesh to stop for a moment, looking to and fro. Something bumped into his shoulder, forcing him to take a single step forward and his eyes slammed shut. Shoulders shaking, rage flowing through his body. “How dare you lay your filthy hands on me, you freak of nature!” The room instantly lit up with a dozen golden portals, “HOLY FIRE!” Gilgamesh blasted the room with flame, crossing his arms and raising his chin in disgust. His golden hair hardly waving as the blasts of fire ate through the once ferocious spirits and then began consuming the very building.
“Arrogant filth.” Gilgamesh sneered, walking calmly out of the flaming room and back out to the hall, wondering where Lancer went.
“ARCHER!” Lancer shouted from behind a flaming wall and Gilgamesh smirked. There he was.
“Ah, Lancer, I wondered if I had lost you so easily.”
“You’ll not get away with this, you honorless monster. People live in this building!”
“Your honor is admirable, knight. But I am a King, and care not for the lives of these petty humans.”
“Then you are no king.” Lancer spat
Gilgamesh sent a few more weapons hurdling toward the dark haired man, “The bones of this building are creaking and groaning like a tired whore.” He poked at the knight’s honor, “Perhaps it’s time to finish after all.” It angered the King of Heroes that he couldn’t just finish off this spear wielding pest, but he took comfort in the fact that he was going to get to destroy the building and that the knight’s honor would soon be snapped as he was forced to change Masters.
A window blew out with the force of the flame, and Gilgamesh hopped up on the windowsill, kicking a bit of sharp glass away with his metal boot, “Be ready for our next meeting, mongrel.” he said cockily, hopping out the window and blasting the rest of the top of the building off.
It was an exquisite display of flaming wood and melting metal. The screams of the mortals he had spared did nothing for him, and he narrowed his red eyes, half hoping that the master of Lancer hadn’t made it out alive. No such luck, he saw some shiny silver blob sneaking away from the rubble and chuckled to himself. “Slinking away in the darkness. Your fate is befitting the coward that you are, El Melloi.” his voice drifted into the night as the King of Heroes faded away until there was nothing more than a sprinkling of gold dust flitting in the wind toward an abandoned warehouse right outside the city.
--
The cool wind felt good on Kirei’s face as he waited outside the warehouse. Emiya was somewhere around the other side of the building, also waiting. It reminded Kirei of his days as an Executor. Waiting for his hapless victim to turn the corner so he could stab them through the heart. It was always so easy. And he didn’t foresee this fight being any different. Kayneth would think that he had only been attacked at the hotel, there weren’t likely to be any alliances this early in the war, and Kayneth would be taken by surprise.
It was still and quiet where the warehouse was, far enough out of the city that you could still see the stars. Kirei often wondered why scenery like that was called God’s country. After all, if God loved humans so much, then why would the empty countryside be where he was found? Headlights twinkling through the trees snapped him out of his thoughts and he flexed his muscles out of their standby state, ready for action. His heart never beat with anticipation before a kill, and it helped him keep his wits about him no matter what happened.
The car parked outside the warehouse and Lancer stepped out first. Kayneth stepped out next, looking a little disheveled from his quick escape. The smell of smoke was the next thing out of the car and Kirei wondered Gilgamesh had done. He took a silent step forward, until something else stepped out of the car. A red haired woman. Kirei sighed mentally, there was supposed to only have been the master and servant. He knew Tokiomi would be exceedingly unhappy if they involved a civilian. Who was she anyway?? A small sound made his eyes widen in disbelief and an instant later, Kayneth’s face was sprayed with a blast of red and the woman crumpled to the ground.
Kayneth’s face was pure shock and horror as he instinctively reached out to try and catch her. But logic kicked in quickly and in an instant a ball of mercury surrounded him, providing him with perfect cover from future fire. Lancer’s spears were in his waiting hands just as quickly and he scanned the area for his opponent. Kirei knew he was no match for that metal sphere, and lunged at Lancer, nicking his shoulder with his first swift attack. There was no end to the damage he would cause Lancer, after all, he needed him immobilized to take down his master. Once the strange metal weapon had been defeated by Emiya, Kirei knew he would be able to take down the Academic quickly.
Lancer proved to be a formidable foe, and Kirei had to rethink his speed more than once to avoid being skewered by the well trained stabs and slashes. But he was every bit as good as the heroic spirit, even if he was still supplying mana to his own servant.
Emiya was having his own set of issues dealing with Kayneth’s Volumen Hydrargyrum. The Mystic Code was far more advanced than he had originally given it credit for, and no matter how many bullets he rained down on the thing, he couldn’t penetrate it. Kayneth chased him all around the warehouse, something Emiya allowed in order to give his master time to defeat Lancer. Fighting was more difficult when death wasn’t the immediately preferred outcome, and he found himself out of breath from running.
“Come out come out, little servant.” Kayneth was taunting him, walking through the warehouse slowly, trying to catch a glimpse of Emiya so he could destroy him with his only remaining Mystic Code. It was a good tactic, Emiya thought as he hid behind an old operating table, not bothering to ask why it had been there in the first place. Slowly, he drew his Mystic gun and loaded a single Origin round in the chamber. It was certain to destroy that damnable silver monstrosity. He was about to whirl around the corner to do exactly that when a brilliant flash of gold lit up the sky.
“YOU DARE QUESTION ME, YOU FILTHY MONGREL!?”
Emiya knew that voice..that damn flashy, golden voice. The frenzied violence outside had stopped as soon as the light had nearly blinded him. And instead of the measured clanging of blades, there was the tinkling of chains.
“ME? THE ONE TRUE KING!”
Emiya heard Kayneth turn on a heel and walk briskly back to the exit and the assassin took the opportunity to sneak out the side exit and plan another attack.
“IF YOU CAN NOT, YET, DECERNE MY IDENTITY, IN THE PRESENCE OF MY MAGNIFICENT GLORY….THEN YOUR IGNORANT BLINDNESS WILL SERVE TO SEAL YOUR ---!!”
Kayneth chose this moment to interrupt the man that had chained his servant up between two portals. Dangling from golden chains like some kind of pig waiting to be roasted, spears fallen to the ground, writhing to escape and getting nowhere.
“Why stand there taunting us, Archer?!” Kayneth shouted from the shadows. “And why string up a servant instead of this Master in priest’s clothing?” His voice was haughty, mocking and Gilgamesh’s body trembled with anger.
“Mongrel….” he shot a spear through Kayneth’s Volumen Hydrargyrum, effectively destroying the illusion Kayneth had that he was completely hidden, and taking his mystic code with it. The mercury sank into the ground, useless and Kayneth’s eyes widened in fear as Archer continued seething, “You must long for a painful death, CURR!!!” Another spear nailed Kayneth to the ground and he screamed in agony as he clutched at his skewered leg.
Kirei couldn’t help wishing it was Gilgamesh that he was stealing for himself, a thought that he immediately discarded when thinking of how poorly Assassin got along with him. He walked calmly up to Kayneth and seized his arm, “Give me your command seals.” he left no room for argument and Kayneth’s lip peeled back in anger.
Kayneth forfeited words and instead spat on Kirei’s robe.
“Give me your command seals.” Kirei knew his victim was in more pain than he had probably ever experienced, and gave him a second chance to comply. Emiya stepped out of the shadows, aiming his pistol at Kayneth’s stomach.
“Do what the priest says.” Emiya said flatly
Kayneth laughed despite the extreme pain, “You fool, if you kill me, then you’ll never get my command seals.”
Emiya pulled the trigger, releasing his Origin round into him and knocking him flat on the ground, Kayneth writhed in pain, tearing the spear through his calf even further. Blood spewed from his mouth as the Origin Round destroyed his magical circuits, cutting every nerve and fiber in his body and retying it incorrectly.
“You know, Kirei, the more powerful the mage, the more extreme damage is caused to them when I shoot them.”
Kirei watched the spectacle, his face never changing from the stoic look he always wore, except his eyes. And even then, it was only Assassin that saw the quick glint of light that passed over his master’s eyes when he saw the blond man writhing in pain, but as soon as he saw it, the glint was gone.
“You won’t be needing those seals, now that you don’t have any magic left.” Emiya looked back at Kayneth, the beautiful look of joy gone from his master’s face, and holstered his weapon, “So you’ll be wanting to give them up now.”
Kayneth couldn’t speak through the blood spewing from his mouth and Kirei knelt beside him, taking his hand gently. Blue light glowed between their hands and a high pitched scream escaped Kayneth as his command seals were ripped from his body.
Kirei looked down at his hand, now three command seals more adorned. It was a lovely sight, and for the first time in years, Kirei Kotomine smiled.
“Are we done with him?” Emiya stood with a gun to Kayneth’s head, awaiting the order to kill.
“Yes, we have no more need for him, do what you will, Assassin.” Kirei turned his back on the scene, instead focusing on Lancer. A gunshot rang through the night air and Gilgamesh unceremoniously ripped the lance out of Kayneth’s lifeless leg, also letting Lancer fall to the ground. “
“My master is summoning me. There is another Heroic Spirit nearby, and I think he’s afraid that I will have a bit too much fun tonight.” Gilgamesh chuckled as he phased away, “Don’t get caught, you three...otherwise your plan will be for naught. If you want my advice, I’d have Assassin stay hidden while you walk out of here with Lancer, Kotomine.”
Kirei watched Lancer fall to the ground in a bloody heap. “Rise, Lancer.” he said, hands clasped behind his back.
Lancer struggled to comply, but the wounds Kirei had inflicted on him coupled with the ruthless binding of Gilgamesh’s chains took a toll on him and he landed on his face in front of his new master. Kirei reached down, firmly taking Lancer’s arm and flipping him over.
“You’re all banged up, Lancer.”
“You’re a monster, Master…” Diarmuid arched his back in pain.
“That may be true.” Kirei didn’t disagree, “But I don’t need my servants in such poor condition.” He placed a hand over Diarmuid’s stomach and pressed his palm firmly down until Lancer cried out. Energy poured through Kirei’s hand, filling Diarmuid’s magical circuits with health, sealing his wounds and replenishing his vitality. Diarmuid gritted his teeth through the immense pain, and when it was over, he accepted Kirei’s help to his feet.
“Thank you, Master.” it pained Diarmuid to call such an awful man master, but he knew he had no choice. That was the curse of the holy grail. To be forced to serve a master regardless of your personal beliefs.
“We must go now. Assassin, take spirit form. Lancer, come with me.”
Emiya phased away, immediately heading for the mansion. Diarmuid also obeyed, following his new master like a beaten dog.
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The trip back to the mansion didn’t take long. Tokiomi and his family seemed to already be asleep and Kirei kept his footsteps light as he made his way through the main part of the building. The wing of the house that he had been given had several rooms. He had taken the simplest one, and once they had made their way to the hallway he paused in front of a door. “This will be your room, Lancer.” he opened the door to a spacious room with an attached bathroom. The room had been decorated by Mrs. Tohsaka, as all the rooms had been, and was no exception to her delicate taste in fashion. Lancer took a puzzled step in the room before glancing at Kirei, “This room is mine?”
“Yes, is it to your liking?”
Diarmuid was speechless for a moment, only managing a single nod. Kayneth hadn’t done anything to acknowledge his humanity, and he was in spirit form unless he was being berated by Kayneth or seduced by Sola-Ui. Neither were options he had been fond of, and he had enjoyed his time spent in spirit form, out of sight and mind of his elitist master. “Thank you, Master.” he finally found his manners.
“Is there anything else you require before bed?”
“No, my lord. Thank you. I trust you will sleep well.”
“You do the same, Lancer.” Kirei used the tone he had manufactured when he spoke to his parishioners when he had been in charge of a small congregation some years ago. It seemed to do the trick, and he turned to head back to his own room. Where was Assassin anyway?
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Emiya sat in the kitchen, a bowl of food in front of him while he waited for Kirei and Diarmuid to get back from their little mission. There had been something in the fridge and it smelled edible once he had heated it up. He wasn’t sure he had ever eaten the dish before, and the red sauce looked and smelled more like an inferno than a food item. But no matter. He picked up a spoon and took a big bite, immediately regretting the decision as his eyes started watering.
Kirei stood in the doorway of the small kitchen, watching Assassin raise the food to his lips. “It’s rather good, don’t you think?”
Emiya choked, looking desperately for a napkin to spit the fiery tofu from his mouth.
“The spice goes right through you. It’s painful, isn’t it?”
Emiya looked up at him with watery, incredulous eyes. Of course the damn dish was hot! He nodded and swallowed painfully, “What on earth is that stuff??”
“It’s Mapo Tofu.” Kirei said calmly, sitting across the table from his servant, “It’s the only food I really enjoy.”
“Hmm, well. It’s rather spicy for me. I prefer sweet foods, honestly.” Emiya was certain it would have hurt less if someone shoved burning coals in his mouth.
“Sweet foods? I don’t care for them.”
Emiya put it on his mental checklist to find a sweet food that Kirei would enjoy and pushed the bowl away. “At any rate, I’m not hungry anymore.”
“I am going to bed.” Kirei said, taking the bowl and putting an overturned plate on top, setting it back in the fridge. It had been meant to be his lunch the next day anyway, and there was no point in wasting it just because Assassin had taken a bite. “
“Goodnight, Kirei.” Emiya watched him bend in two perfectly stiff halves when he put the food away. “So, is it the outfit that makes your back straight as an arrow at all times, or do you just have naturally rigid posture?”
“Goodnight, Assassin.” Kirei ignored the question and headed for his room.
Emiya chuckled, his chin resting on his palm as he watched Kirei walk down the hall. There wasn’t any real need for him to take mana from Kirei, he hadn’t used much in his short fight. But watching that perfect ass walk away put another thought in his head and he sighed. Being in human form certainly had its perks.
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Kirei sat on the edge of his bed in his pajamas, staring at the crucifix hanging on his wall. His mind felt blank. There was nothing to pray for, and frankly he felt hypocritical praying to God when he was spending his days practicing magic. Even if there was the matter of his servant. His servant with the warm mouth and tight body that he couldn’t get out of his mind. It made him blush just thinking about the dream he had replayed in his mind over and over. Why couldn’t he get the dream out of his head!? He stared at the crucifix, brow furrowed in confusion. The mana kiss had been intoxicating enough. No, it had been terrifying. He had felt completely powerless afterward. Powerless and all too willing to let it continue.
No. He had to stop.
He stood up quickly and strode to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. Rubbing briskly at his face with the soft towel and marching back to his bed. The light turned off with a smart yank of the string and he lay purposefully down between his sheets. He was going to fall asleep, and that was all. No thoughts of mana transfer. No confusing mana kisses. Nothing. Just sleep and that was that.
“Master…” Assassin’s even voice slid through the night air like a tempting snake, sending a cold sweat all over Kirei’s skin. He didn’t answer, hoping the servant would just go away and ask his question in the morning. What could be so pressing that he needed to ask in the dead of night?
No such luck. Kirei’s trained ears heard the faint tap-tap of quiet walking, and his door closed nearly silently. More tapping and he felt pressure on the corner of his bed.
Still, he resolved to stay silent and keep his eyes shut.
“Kirei…” a thumb on his lip made him inhale too quickly for sleep and he knew he had lost.
“Kirei…” Assassin’s voice was more of a hungry moan than anything else and Kirei wanted to pull away from his ever prodding touch.
“What?” he said simply.
Emiya had wanted to ask for mana, but the incense that Kirei had burned was more than a little arousing, and he pressed his mouth full onto his master’s without giving it a second thought. Kirei was putting up surprisingly little fuss, and he kept the kiss as light as he could, wanting it to last longer.
Kirei knew it wouldn’t matter if he tried to push Assassin away, he would just be pushed back into place and that claustrophobic feeling of being helpless would elicit a fighting response from his body. Instead, he focused on sending as much mana as he could to his servant, even lifting his head off the pillow slightly to kiss him harder. Emiya put his hand on the side of Kirei’s head, playing the soft brown hair through his fingers, kissing his top lip, sucking lightly at his bottom lip, touching his tongue gently against Kirei’s. His neck strained at the angle his lust had forced him into and he slowly moved onto the bed, joining Kirei in the small space without breaking contact. To his surprise, Kirei moved over slightly for him, allowing him to lay beside him, to rest his head on the pillow. Emiya’s magical circuits felt warm, happy and full, but the rest of his body was hungry for more.
Kirei lost himself in the kiss, hardly noticing his energy draining. He hoped that by allowing Emiya onto the bed with him, he could just fall asleep once the servant was full, and Emiya could lay there until the mana was fully absorbed and then go into spirit form. At least, that’s the plan he assumed they shared. One arm was tucked up between them, his loose fist resting gently against his chest, and his other hand found its way to Assassin’s waist. It fit perfectly there. So easily that he didn’t realize he was caressing him as they kissed. It was better than the first time, but the thought brought the dream flooding back to his mind and he fought to push it away. Digging his nails into the tough fabric that covered Assassin’s body as he tried to get back to the moment.
Emiya felt a sudden change in the atmosphere and nails dug into his hip. The violent act seemed accidental, the way it acted like it was pushing him away, but was actually pulling him closer. He let himself be moved, bumping forward until he was touching Kirei’s body. The fist between their chests was clenched tightly now and he wondered if the priest realized he was gripping the front of his cloak. Kirei’s breathing was completely irregular and it seemed to be all he could do just to catch it as he sucked harder at his servant.
Kirei suddenly and breathlessly broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against Emiya’s. “Certainly you’ve gotten your fill, Assassin.”
Emiya rolled his body slowly against Kirei’s, “What?” he pretended he didn’t hear the comment that was little more than a hot breath released from his Master’s lips.
“You certainly have your fill...Emiya…”
Emiya smiled, grinding his hip against Kirei’s groin, “Have I?”
Kirei whimpered as his hips jolted forward into the unwanted sensation. “I’ve given you all the mana I can for tonight.”
Emiya tucked his head down, dragging his tongue along the throbbing artery in Kirei’s neck, pushing his hands into the priest’s heaving chest, “You’ve barely even started, Kirei...You know you have more to give me.”
Kirei shook his head violently. There was no way Emiya could have known about his dream. Obviously he was playing at something else, wasn’t he? No, there was no way, it was impossible. He sucked in a hard breath, realizing he was being unreasonable. “That’s not true.”
Emiya slid one hand down his stomach and tucked it around the growing shame in Kirei’s pajama pants. “Don’t lie to me, Kirei. Your body isn’t lying. It knows what we both need.”
Need? “There is no way you need this, Assassin.” Kirei said, suddenly defiant.
“But you do…” Emiya flexed his fingers, once again forcing a noise from his Master.
“Let me go.” Kirei was afraid to try getting up. What if he couldn’t? What if he was already too weak from the mana kiss?
“You have 6 command seals now, Kirei.” Assassin began fondling him more firmly, slipping a finger down his waistband.
Kirei’s mind was on fire. He would need those command seals for the battles. Assassin drew mana from them when they were fighting. And what would he tell Tokiomi?? That he had to use a command seal because he was afraid his servant was going to rape him? That thought was even more horrifying than the current situation and for the first time since he had become a Master in the Holy Grail War, he felt completely helpless.
His body was betraying him. Assassin had already unbuttoned his shirt and was kissing his chest, and...it felt good. The first tear wet the outer corner of his eye and he tried to lay still. He could feel Emiya’s erection grinding against his thigh and he wanted to feel disgust. Wanted to feel the cold emptiness in his mind that he always did. Wanted to feel anything but the electricity firing in his loins and Emiya’s hand on his dick.
“Does this embarrass you?” Emiya whispered in his ear, flicking his tongue against his earlobe.
“Yes…” Kirei whispered truthfully.
“Does it really?”
“Yes.” the word felt easier the second time and he clenched his eyes shut.
“So agreeable…” Emiya said with a smile.
Kirei’s next breath came as a sob and Emiya brushed the hair back from his eyes, “Shh...if you really want it to stop then just ask.”
His voice sounded so sincere, but his hand tightened around Kirei’s member as he spoke.
“You’re so hard, Kirei…do you really want me to stop now?”
Kirei felt like he was going to hyperventilate.
“Just say the word, and I’ll stop touching you.” Emiya kissed his neck softly, stroking him firmly. “I’ll stop and let you do it yourself. Is that what you want? To touch yourself while I watch?”
The suggestion made Kirei’s ears hot and he squirmed, balling up the sheets in his hands and pressing his feet into the footboard that forced him to sleep with his legs slightly bent. “N-no…!”
“Say it. Say ‘I want to touch myself, Emiya.’. I’ll let you.”
“No please!” Kirei choked.
“Then touch me instead.”
Kirei’s eyes flew open, “W-what??”
Emiya’s voice wasn’t as soft or complacent as it had been a moment ago and he placed a firm kiss on Kirei’s lips, pulling back with a soft pop. “Touch me. You have a choice, Kirei. You can touch me, or yourself.”
Kirei was frozen in silence so Emiya continued, “Since the thought of playing with yourself embarrasses you so much. Then you can simply pleasure me instead. Don’t you want to? Be honest with me. Don’t you want to, just a little..?”
Kirei’s chin trembled and he looked down. Assassin was unbuttoning his pants, and the morning sunlight was already starting to kiss the treetops outside.
“It’s alright. Just reach out.” Emiya pushed his pants down enough to free himself and looked up at Kirei’s face. “What are you afraid of?”
“I…!” Kirei wheezed and slowly reached out his hand before snatching it back to his chest, “I can’t!”
Emiya knew the look on Kirei’s face. The look that had already given into the circumstance, but didn’t know how to proceed. “Why can’t you?”
Kirei’s voice was nearly inaudible as he confessed one of the many truths behind his hesitation. “I...don’t know how…” he whimpered, finally voicing his shame
Emiya was surprised by the honesty, and he kept his voice understanding, “It’s just the same as when you do it to yourself.”
Kirei shook his head, still crying softly.
Emiya’s shock multiplied, and then turned to a tender coo as he realized what Kirei meant, “You never do, do you?”
Kirei shook his head again, curling his body up slightly.
Emiya brushed his hair softly. The thought of how repressed Kirei truly was made his stomach churn, but he couldn’t deny that it turned him on as well. “Well then,” He smiled, taking Kirei’s hand and kissing his fingertips, “Let me teach you.”
Kirei looked up at him, his watery eyes catching the first rays of sunlight.
“Ngh! Don’t look at me with those big brown eyes.” Emiya laughed, “Come on, we’ll do it together.”
Kirei let Emiya guide his hand down, trying not to pull away when his fingers touched the hot skin. Emiya’s fingers felt small on his own as they tightened both their grips. His hand trembled as Emiya moved him like a puppet and he tried to focus on the part of his brain that was excited to learn something new, and not the part that was screaming at him what a sinful, filthy slut he was.
Tears streamed down his face as he slowly moved his long, quivering fingers across Emiya’s erection. Letting his fingers play lightly across it when Emiya moved his hand to let him do what he wanted for a moment. His hand started sweating when Emiya told him to tighten his grip, and he eagerly brought his hand to his mouth when his servant said it needed to glide easier. Emiya rewarded him with moans that made Kirei ache to hear more. He teased him for a second, half embarrassed to try something new, and half curious what Emiya would do. The satisfying groan of loss made him want more, and he sat up, taking Emiya in both his hands, mimicking what Emiya had done to him in his dream. Spit drained from his mouth, and his body drank in the wet sounds as Emiya gripped his leg, watching him pump him harder, “Ohhh, yes Kirei, just like that.” Emiya’s eyes squinted shut and his feet ground against the mattress as Kirei hit a perfect rhythm.
Kirei could feel his forearm starting to cramp slightly and almost panicked, he couldn’t stop now. Wouldn’t stop now.
Emiya panted through the pleasure and Kirei gripped him slightly harder, almost smiling when Emiya moaned and arched his back, wrenching his head from side to side as he came all over Kirei’s already dripping hands. The priest watched, wide eyed as cum spilled onto him, and slowed down when Emiya’s hands stopped wrenching on the sheets and his back fell onto the bed. He was careful as he pulled his wet hands away, sitting back and looking down. His hands were filthy now. Covered in his own saliva and Emiya’s seed. It was disgusting, and he had the sickening impulse to lick the back of his hand. The thought almost made him gag and he yanked several tissues from the box next to his bed, hastily wiping the fluids off.
“Kirei…” Emiya’s soft, satisfied voice made him look him in the eye and Emiya put his hand comfortingly on Kirei’s arm, “You must just have a natural talent, because if you’d told me just now that you’ve never done that before, I might not believe you.”
Kirei forgot about cleaning his hands for a brief moment as the complement took him by surprise. He was so tired. So emotionally and physically drained that all he wanted was sleep. The complement settled in his heart and he felt warm for a moment, happy and content that he hadn’t made a fool of himself. There was something about Emiya that made his guards and defenses seem weakened, and although he didn’t know it yet, he wanted to let him in. Wanted to see that smile of approval again. To hear that he had been able to make the smaller man happy in some way. His own body was used to not being stimulated, and the pleasure he had been able to cause Emiya was more than enough to satisfy him, although he would never admit that to anyone, including himself.
“Now leave, Assassin.” He said firmly, “We both need sleep.”
Emiya smiled. The priest obviously thought he sounded fierce, but he might as well have been a kitten mewing at the assassin for another dish of milk, for all the fear Emiya felt. “Very well. You should lay down” Emiya ran his hand over Kirei’s rumpled hair when he settled into his bed “Close your eyes.”
Kirei did what he was told, although he was certain that he shouldn’t have. Emiya’s little hand felt good on his hair as he pet it back. It was something that Claudia had done to him, and he had enjoyed it then too. His eyelids were so heavy.
Emiya watched the dark lashes press into the tops of Kirei’s cheeks. They didn’t look long when he was awake, but when his eyes were shut, it was a different story. The assassin continued petting the soft hair back from Kirei’s forehead, enjoying the little game of watching the stubborn strands flop back forward when he moved his hand.
Kirei’s mouth parted open slightly after he fell asleep and Emiya put a finger gently on the damp lip. So soft. So...unused.
Something about the purity that the priest tried to maintain appealed to Emiya. Not the fact that he was so holy. Or the idea of him trying to be a good person. No, those weren’t the things that were making the Assassin’s loins tingle again. It was the thought of stripping those things from him. Of taking the purity he held so dear and replacing it with something shameful. He moved his finger across the sleeping man’s lips, pursing his own and shifting his weight. He had buttoned his pants back up while Kirei had been vigorously rubbing at his hands with tissues, but it didn’t take long to slip the offending article of clothing off entirely.
He slipped off the bed quietly, kneeling on the ground and putting his finger back on Kirei’s bottom lip, pushing his mouth open slowly.
Kirei continued feigning sleep, enjoying the feel of Emiya’s fingers on his lips. It was wrong, he knew it, but the whole night had been wrong, and he was so tired. He convinced himself that if he pretended to be asleep, that Emiya would eventually stop. He felt his mouth being pulled open and allowed it to happen. It would stop soon, and he could sleep.
Emiya’s hands were smaller than he thought they would be, and soft, almost like a woman’s hands, and they felt ticklish on his tender skin.
Finally the fingers stopped touching his mouth, and he knew it was over. He could sleep---
Something warm and slippery touched his lips and a hand wrapped around his hair, holding his head in place. Kirei’s eyes flew open and his body jolted, trying to pull away, but he heard Emiya chuckle. “Don’t fight.” he said, pulling his hair and pushing himself into Kirei’s mouth, “Don’t fight…”
Kirei’s eyes were like saucers and his mouth tried to resist what was happening. He felt flesh on his tongue and opened his mouth wider, reflexes trying to take over as though he had a hot piece of food burning his mouth.
Emiya pushed a little further until he felt Kirei’s tongue at the tip of his erection, then pulled back before he could gag. “It’s alright, Kirei.” He said reassuringly, loosening his grip on Kirei’s hair and just guiding him further with his palm. “This is the rest of your lesson.”
Kirei’s hands were on Emiya’s body, trying to push him away.
“Now now. Shhhh….” Emiya let up the pressure on the back of his head and pulled out of Kirei’s mouth.
Kirei scrambled across the bed like a shocked dog, pressing his back against the wall and staring at Emiya in sleepy horror.
“Thanks for scooting over.” Emiya said with a grin, laying down on the bed.
Kirei continued watching him, flinching when Emiya put a hand on his cheek, although he let himself be guided into a kiss.
“It’s alright…” Emiya cooed when their lips parted, “You’ll do great.”
Kirei blinked at the assumptive comment, but his cheeks flushed against his will.
Emiya pushed at his shoulder, and he moved down slowly, trying not to think about what he was about to do.
“Go on.” Emiya urged gently, fighting the impulse to shove Kirei’s face onto him and keep him there until he finished. But no, he needed the priest to trust him first, at least a little.
Kirei breathed fast through his nose as he opened his mouth and leaned forward. His hand was still slightly sticky, but at least the feeling wasn’t as foreign to his hands anymore, and he positioned Emiya in front of his mouth. His skin prickled with anticipation and his tongue was the first thing to touch Emiya’s member.
“Yes, You’re doing so well.” Emiya congratulated him, curling his toes to try and hold still.
Kirei fed off the praise and closed his lips around him. The skin was smooth and felt good…..no. It felt strange, he didn’t like it.
Emiya put his hand on Kirei’s head again when he felt him pause and panic. “It’s alright.” He whispered. And it worked like magic.
Kirei took him full in his mouth, the strangeness of it fading away. He let his tongue play at any new sensation, moving his mouth across it and letting his fingers caress in the lines of saliva he left behind.
Emiya focused on breathing normally and not yanking Kirei’s hair, hardly believing how hungry the priest obviously was. He quickly went from whimpering to sucking at it greedily and Emiya arched his hips, finally gripping Kirei’s hair and giving it a sharp yank.
Kirei moaned sharply around him and Emiya gasped as the vibrations of Kirei’s voice washed over him. “Oh yes, so good, Kirei.” he gasped honestly.
Kirei had kept a hand around Emiya’s cock, helping his mouth not become overwhelmed, and he glanced up at his face. His face was twisted beautifully and Kirei moaned again, watching Emiya bite his lip and scrunch his eyes up.
Emiya hadn’t been able to keep his hips still, and Kirei tried to conform to the rhythm his body obviously wanted, stroking him with his hand and flicking his tongue across the bundle of nerves that sat below the leaking tip of his cock. The priest let out another long moan for Emiya’s benefit and felt his mouth filling up with liquid. His lips were tightly around Emiya and he tried not to let it leak all over his bed, but it was no use. Emiya’s hips bucked up and Kirei gagged as his dick hit the back of his throat.
Emiya felt him gag and laughed harshly as he came into his throat. Kirei was doing so well, squirming at the unpleasant feeling but trying to make him finish before losing control of his throat.
Pleasure flooded over the smaller man and his ears started ringing, and then, it was over. He lay back flat on the bed, gasping for air, looking down at his master when he had himself under control.
Kirei pulled off slowly, cum dripping down his trembling chin as he looked up into Emiya’s eyes. He had swallowed some accidentally, and the rest was trailing down his neck and all over his hand. His tongue felt numb and a tear rolled down his cheek as he thought of nothing but whether he had done well or not.
Emiya smiled slightly, and he stayed silent, wanting Kirei to be the first to break the silence, knowing he didn’t want to.
Kirei waited, tears threatening to break, throat tensing up. Emiya looked happy. Looked satisfied? Was he? “D-did I...do well?” he finally stammered, ashamed that he even wanted to know.
Emiya dragged his thumb across Kirei’s wet chin and tucked it into his mouth, watching Kirei take it without question and clean it with his tongue. “Yes, Kirei. You did well.”
Kirei sat up, his body suddenly cold. What could he say? What did he want to say? Nothing.
He didn’t want to say anything, so he stood up, stumbling toward the bathroom.
Emiya watched him shuffle across the room, holding his stomach like he had been poisoned. The door closed with a little click and Emiya reached for the cigarette he had hidden behind Kirei’s alarm. He used the lighter that Kirei used for his incense, tossing it back in the drawer before listening to the strange sound coming from the bathroom. He perked his ears a bit and winced when the sound of gagging became clearer. Poor priest, he thought, taking a drag of his cigarette and listening to him vomit. It didn't last long, and the toilet flushed after a few seconds, and the sink water stayed on too long. Emiya finished his smoke and got out of bed, picking up his clothes and taking spirit form before his master could leave the bathroom.
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Kirei opened the door finally, and stepped out with a slight smile, opening his mouth to say something. But his eyes darted around and he realized he was the only one in the bedroom. The smell of smoke lingered and he sat on his bed, hands folded in his lap, stomach in knots.
It was the most intimate thing he had ever done, and now, his lover wasn’t even in his bed.
NO. Emiya wasn’t his lover, he screamed mentally at himself as he lay down. He wasn’t anything more than his servant. A means to win the war, and nothing else.
Tears wet his pillow after he fell asleep. The feelings of shame and abandonment taking their toll on his subconscious. What a fool he had been...
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