A/N: This fanfic has been inspired by HomoSocks and his fanfic "Too Close To The Sun", one of the only Gilgamesh/Rin fics I've been able to find, and one that I'll recommend to the ends of time.

Well, for those who haven't read it (GO AND READ IT!), the premise is that Rin came back to the Tohsaka household, after Gilgamesh had been summoned, to try and see her father again. She found the Golden King instead, with... strange consequences.

Genre: Romance/Drama

Pairing: Gilgamesh/Rin

Rating: M

Now betaed by Quicksilver1881!

Golden King, Red Queen

He still couldn't believe the sheer audacity of her! The mere idea of being able to see him should have made her want to go to the church.

Of course, he knew what she was trying to do. And it wouldn't work. No way.

After all, he knew she wanted him, he had seen her reaction to his presence -it had been part of the reason he hadn't killed her on the spot the first time they met-, and he could hear it, in her voice, how much she seemed to loose herself with him.

But then, he thought, part of her beauty, that which had put her over Saber herself, was that even if she wanted him, even if deep down she would love to just let herself go and give herself to him, she wouldn't allow herself to do it.

The mere idea of surrendering was unthinkable to Rin Tohsaka. And thus, a war of wills had been created between them.

Who would give in first?

Of course, Gilgamesh knew he would win. Another outcome would be impossible. If, in fact, he grew tired of her resistance, he would take her, as was his right, but for now he loved to see her, struggling with her own desires, her fierce determination was one of the reasons she captivated him.

.oOoOo.

Every single time she contacted him, she found herself in some kind of limbo, a perfect nothingness where the only thing on her mind was him. Merely hearing his voice, or seeing him from afar, had exactly the same results.

It didn't matter if they didn't talk, it didn't matter if it had been ten years since the last time they had had a somewhat proper conversation, because her imagination had been able to create all kind of situations. It was embarrassing, and she would deny it to the very end of her lifespan, but he was the only one who could make her feel anything.

The only thing that could make her feel something, the only thing that kept her grounded was him. But damn her if she ever surrendered. He was already far too prideful, and after all, this game they were playing was... amusing.

Even if he would never confess it, she was able to know, just by his voice -that voice she had heard so many times, taunting her, making her legs weak-, that he liked her resistance.

He had been a magnificent hunter, after all, and he was hunting her. But she was determined to be as elusive as possible. The best prey he ever had, in human female form, at least.

But it was getting harder, and only her strict control over herself had kept her from going to him, creepy church or not. He was in her mind, engraved in her soul, that connection she had felt from the start, the same that made every single possible romantical candidate fade in the background, because it was him, only him. He was the only one who would make her feel something.

So she had to focus on something else. During the day, at least, and she allowed herself to be distracted by her lessons, her very own masquerade, Sakura, anything. It was temporary.

It didn't matter what was holding her attention, because he would find his way back to her, until her attention was fully on him. At night, it was impossible to resist. When the moon was up in the sky, her hands caressed her skin, and her only thought was about him.

How would it feel? His hands on her body? Would he be rough with her? Would he be tender?

Her own mind betrayed her with improper thoughts, until she could almost feign that he was there, right by her side, on her, in her, until her vision faded out, and her whole body shivered in pleasure.

Every day, her determination would be weaker, until she had finished her morning routine, and on her way to school she would start thinking about all the reasons she had to keep herself away from him.

He's dangerous. He wouldn't commit. He had raped every single female on his kingdom...

But as she walked to her class, feeling the eyes of the other students on her, she couldn't help it, asking herself what would he think of her now, all grown up.

Would he look at her like the others? Would lust colour his gaze? What would he do -oh, the idea was tantalizing- if he ever found her with someone else?

It was sinful, to ever think like that, but she knew. He considered her his, and she wasn't fully sure if he wasn't right.

.oOoOo.

She remembered, years ago, during her 15th birthday, how the gift had been delivered.

It was a nightgown. A silky, scarlet coloured nightgown. With golden decorations. A see-through nightgown!

He had sent it from France, with an elaborate post card, wishing her a good birthday. As if he hadn't just sent her a completely inappropriate gift.

Honestly, she loved it. There was nothing like feeling the silk hug her body, and looking herself in the mirror, she could admit that she felt sexy. Rin could almost see him by her side, smirking, his red eyes fixed on her, as his perfect lips moved, and even if she couldn't hear a thing -it was too hazy, too light, her body always reacted to him, even if he wasn't really there-, she knew what he was saying.

"Mine"

.oOoOo.

A/N: Sooo... I'll leave this here, for now, at least. What do you think, HomoSocks? Was it okay? Will I ever manage to inspire you to write the "M" part of "Too Close To The Sun"?