Pairing: Cú Chulainn xGilgamesh

Rating: M

Genre: Romance/Comfort? Not really good with categorizing things into genres, that seems to be the most fitting.

Lancer set down the plates in front of the two-other people at the dinner table. Dinner was fried mackerel, which, in Lancer's opinion, beats overly-spicy mapo tofu that had been a staple at this Church. Although Kotomine insisted that he cook dinner once again, he did not seem too bothered by the change in diet. Gilgamesh on the other hand seemed bothered by the meal, but, having complained about his apparent hunger pains not long before this event, no longer seemed to have the willpower to campaign against it (although he did seem relieved when he heard that they weren't eating Kirei's mapo tofu again tonight.

"I'm going away for a meeting with the Holy Church this weekend"

The deep voice was unexpected but its contents were not. A phone call from the organisation had been received around midday.

"Take care of the Church"

His concern was unneeded, when he got back again the following week, there would be a 90% chance of its destruction, regardless of what he said.

The two servants did not get along, they had nothing in common, thus, as soon as they were left alone, there would be a chance they would kill each other before they could find a common interest. There was only a slight chance that they could be best friends. Not likely though.

Nothing else was said, conversation was meaningless. They ate, and then they left for their rooms, just like every night.

Obviously, nothing changed straight away after Kotomine left for the Vatican. Reality isn't sudden like that. However, a new, unknown tension rose seemingly from the floor and ground. The only choice in this situation was to avoid the other man at all times. Of course, that was impossible considering the King of Heroes had to be fed at some point or Lancer would be faced with certain death rather than likely death.

That moment came annoyingly fast. Today was carp, oven baked. The two heroes sat and ate in tense silence, not even acknowledging each other's existence. There was simply nothing to say, the atmosphere wouldn't allow it. It was hard to bear. One of them had to break, surely, but both were prideful and wouldn't give up in their battle of silence. The night ended with the same silence the day began with. The early morning, however, was a different story.

Neither man could sleep, as it would mean risking death, the did not know the extent of each other's hostility. However, Gilgamesh attempting conversation was very unexpected and sudden. Both the act and the topic.

"There aren't enough attractive women in this area, is there…?"

He's talking about women…?

"I don't know about that, I've seen a few beauties" Cú Chulainn replied, glad that the tension from the previous night was dissipating.

"Oh? You haven't brought any of these 'beauties' home with you though?"

"Nah, I don't have much luck with lasses"

"What do you think of men?"

"If a lad offered himself to me, I think I'd be too depraved to care. Lad or lass, sex is sex."

"I see." Was the response that he gained. A response that would have ended the conversation, if it were nor for how it was said. The words dripped with seduction. It was obvious what was happening, neither man had a woman near to satisfy them, but they had each other, and they were desperate.

The Church on the hill was no longer bleeding with tension, now it was pulsating with lust. The bedroom filled with musky heat and the seductive moans of the two occupants. Gilgamesh, having suffered ten years longer than Lancer in this life, had lost his pride as a man and took the place of the woman for the blue knight. Nails were dragged across skin, teeth grazed necks. Hair was pulled and mouths were explored. In that moment, neither man could even remember their own names. It didn't take long for them both to finish together. Semen and sweat mixed and soaked into the bed sheets, staining them. The men collapsed onto the bed almost as soon as they were satisfied.

When Kotomine returns, he will find a situation no one could have predicted, that his servants hadn't destroyed his Church.
However, they had destroyed his bed.