[ fate: gilgamesh + kirei; closed post]

[trousersnake]

this is promising hehehe

So Gilgamesh was around. Quite bored, to be honest. It almost seemed worth it to go see what the peons of this age do for fun. Things have changed since his time, but not nearly in so many ways as one would think. To immerse himself in a throng of humans would risk his distaste for them, how boring they were. Common. Dirty.

Instead, he'd taken to padding around the church in his bare feet, dispersing his being into iridescent gold particles when he felt the need. A grin curled his lips as the priest entered his line of sight. Perhaps not all of them were so boring.

Gilgamesh sprawled on the pew beside Kirei, his feet kicked up onto the back of the one in front of them. From there, it was easy to extract a carafe of wine from his Gate of Babylon, as well as a glass. Drinking as he idly watched him.

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[daikousha]

Kirei had grown accustomed to this. Being watched. Made into a form of entertainment for Gilgamesh. What amused him, he could not clearly discern. Perhaps it was the irony of his being genuflect, attempting to pray. There was no point in it; he had been abandoned, so what meaning was there in praying to a god that cared not for him? He thought nothing more of it, and stood up.

"Gilgamesh."

Kirei did not look down at the Heroic Spirit. His eyes remained shut, so as to not incur some bout of anger for looking at Gilgamesh from above. He would not have it.

"This is no theatre. The Mass is not a play, nor are my prayers some sort of scene to be watched and mocked. If you wish to drink and be merry, do it elsewhere."

[trousersnake]

Gilgamesh didn't bother looking up at Kirei as he moved, instead taking a moment to sip his wine, gaze at it as it swirled in his cup. He would answer when he was ready - that Kirei would presume to speak first was an annoyance, but a tolerable one. He wasn't nearly as insufferable as Tohsaka, at any rate; far more entertaining to watch a man of the cloth practice something he had no intent of believing in, than to be so obviously coddled and mocked. Tohsaka was a worm in comparison, Kirei..more of a caterpillar, of sorts. Full of the potential to evolve into something more.

"Kirei. You seem to have forgotten: the world is my theater. I'll do as I please with the actors before me." The look on his face hadn't changed at all, still smirking even as he closed his eyes. "I'm simply fascinated as to why you maintain this farce of yours. Why should I not watch?"

He took another drink of his wine, relishing the taste as he held up the cup, watched it glint as it caught an errant ray of light. Then he stood, grinning as he poured more wine and offered it to Kirei.

"The great Gilgamesh is offering you a gift, Kirei. I suggest you not waste it."

[daikousha]

He knew better not to. Slowly, but without hesitation, he took the cup and brought it to his lips. Kirei was still not as fond of drink as Gilgamesh was, but he had started to get a taste for it. Without some poor soul wailing in the background, it wasn't so wonderful. That would be something he would need to rectify soon.

"I am thankful for this. But..."

He looked Gilgamesh in the eye.

"Surely you wish for more than to watch me and give me drink, King of Heroes. Why else have you come?"

[trousersnake]

"Perceptive. I take tremendous pride in how much you've learned, Kirei."

And why shouldn't he? Was it not true that, without his guidance, Kirei may never have found his way? Gilgamesh grinned as he finished off the wine in his cup, vanishing both it and the carafe back into his Gate not long after. He stood at Kirei's shoulder, raising a hand to catch his fingers in the thread of Kirei's cross necklace. Such an easy thing to yank it away. But he didn't, instead tugged lightly.

"Your King demands that you entertain him, with something more interesting than false piety."

[daikousha]

That much was obvious. What he wanted was obvious too-- partner or not, Kirei still thought Gilgamesh's interests to still be rather vulgar. He was almost certain of the Servant's want.

But this was a game he had played before.

"It would be out of line for me to presume what it is you wish to be entertained with, Gilgamesh. Tell this simpleton what his king wishes for, so that he might not make a further fool of himself. Unless that is what you want to see."

He did not raise his hand to take back his cross. It was a trifling trinket in this moment. Instead, Kirei bowed his head.

[trousersnake]

His fist tightened, pulling Kirei closer as he narrowed his eyes.

"Is it not the job of a king's subject to know what his king wants before he wants it? Or do you think me so base as to lower myself to ask?"

Gilgamesh let go of him then, arms crossed over his chest and peering down his nose at the man, despite the difference in their heights. It was a well-known game they were playing, so he simply pressed his hand into Kirei's chest, pushing him back down onto the pew. He bent over him, grabbing the back on the pew with one hand. A grin then.

"Please me, Kirei. Or would you refuse your king?"

[daikousha]

Kirei tried his hardest to keep his composure in tact. He wanted to crack a small smile at that challenge, but the game needed to continue. Now he was looking up at Gilgamesh. His eyes did not waver. There was not much he could do in his position, so he made do.

The priest pressed his hand into the small of his Servant's back, pulling him forward and up onto his lap. He did not break the meeting of their gazes, and spoke.

"It would be my death were words of denial to pass my lips. Fool or not, of that much I would be sure."

So instead, he moved forward just enough to press those lips firmly against those curled so menacingly before him.

[trousersnake]

"Truly, you are the smartest of all my subjects."

Gilgamesh smirked as he stepped forward. Sat himself on Kirei's lap, shifting to get comfortable as though it were made for him. If he admitted it, he could never quite tell if there was a true winner whenever they played these games; luckily, he would never admit it and he was obviously the winner. He lifted his hand from the back of the pew, tangled his fingers instead in the hair at the back of Kirei's neck.

It was easy to kiss him. More than, and he bit at the man's lip before kissing him harder. A tug at his hair, pulling his head back to bite at his neck.

[daikousha]

The biting was nothing. It was neither novel nor painful-- Kirei had put himself through much worse on his own, and while strong, Gilgamesh's bites were nothing to speak of after all. Still, that was not to say that the way they grazed against his skin did not stir something inside of him. While no longer possessing a heart, there felt a harsh pounding in his chest. Perhaps it was a substitute from the Grail, that only stirred when he felt truly moved to feel.

For a moment, he thought it unwise that this was happening in the church. But as Gilgamesh continued to leave marks on his skin, nearly pulling away his hair, the less it seemed to matter. He had to be careful not to crack the wood of the pew in his grip as he held it to keep himself steady. His other was settled in the golden strands atop Gilgamesh's head, urging him on.

[trousersnake]

The grin never left his lips as he bit and licked at Kirei's neck and chin, not hard enough to leave any marks but just so Kirei could feel it. Gilgamesh slipped the fingers of his other hand into Kirei's collar, undoing the fabric and sliding his fingers in to spread them across his collarbone. Just touching lightly, smirking down at Kirei, before he started pulling his clothes open. Not completely, just enough to expose enough skin, flatten his hand over the space where the man's heart once beat.

He dug his fingers in, dragging his nails across the skin as he smirked, nipping at Kirei's chin. "It is always fascinating to see you like this, Kirei."

Honest for once, and then Gilgamesh pressed his lips to Kirei's, daring to slip his tongue along one lip.

[daikousha]

Kirei met this next kiss readily, albeit slowly. The hand on Gilgamesh's head slid down to his neck, and the priest parted his lips to allow the tongue to make its way inside his mouth. His eyes were firmly shut, the occasional breath that slipped through being heated in the moment. But briefly he pulled away.

"...You seem to be holding back. That's rather unlike you."