Author's Note: So I'm working on a new story and this is a possible, short excerpt from my next new fan fiction based off of Fate/Stay Night. And being the angst/romance lover I am, I decided to turn it into a lemon (my personal favs! I'm a perv, I know haha).

I'm a HUGE fan but I'm still trying to figure out how mana and prank and sharing between servant and master works; so please bare with me.

Enjoy ^.^

Being as gentle as he could, Diarmuid dutifully carried his deceased master's older twin to the safe confines of the home the brother and sister had been renting out for this round of the Holy Grail Wars.

Finally arriving to the house, he carefully placed Enya's nude form on the couch downstairs. "Stay here, I'll secure the parameters," he said to her before dematerializing.

Enya said nothing. She was cold and she remembered that there was a blanket nearby, but her tired mind couldn't remember where it was and her body was too exhausted to get up and find it. As she pulled her long hair to the from of her body to cover her exposed breasts and regain at least some dignity, silent tears fell from her eyes as she remembered what had transpired only hours ago. Her brother- her younger twin- was now dead. Aiden...he had died brutally. He had died afraid, and there was nothing Enya could do to save him or even ease his passing.

After securing the parameters, Diarmuid materialized back into the house. Carefully, he picked Enya up from the couch downstairs to carry her upstairs to her bedroom so that she may rest and recover from her injuries. Haunching her shoulders, and shivering, she wrapped her arms around his neck in an attempt to get warm. He could feel her hot breath tickling his neck as he carried her up the stairs.

Reaching her room, Enya suddenly, but weakly grabbed her brother's servant's (well, she supposed that Diarmuid was now her servant since her brief death severed the pact she had with her own Lancer, the hero CuChulainn, who was now the servant of the Caster, Madea). As if witnessing her brother, Aiden's, head being severed by the traitor and Enya herself being burned alive for being a druid was bad enough, her servant being stolen from her by another servant was adding insult to injury. It wasn't that Enya wasn't grateful for Diarmuid's loyalty to her brother, which was what compelled him to make the impromptu pact with the recently resurged druid mage; but she wanted her lancer, and his presence in her life was already being sorely missed.

Diarmuid stopped after feeling his new master's weak but sudden grip.

"You must rest master. You are very weak as it is and your wounds are still healing," he said to Enya, thinking that she was stopping him because she didn't want to rest.

"Please..." she weakly replied, feeling new hot tears rolling down her cheeks. "I want to be closer to my brother right now", she half sobbed.

Though their pact had been incomplete due to the fact that it was made during Enya's extremely weak state, and while she was rapidly losing mana to heal after her resurgence, it had been complete enough for Diarmuid to be able to hear her thoughts; she wanted to sleep in her brother's bed so she could feel closer to him.

Duitifly placing Enya on her brother's bed, she gingerly grabbed the heavy blanket and covered herself, shivering. Though Enya was a powerful mage, Diarmuid was very concerned about the amount of mana she was rapidly losing, Diarmuid was about to go into his ethereal form. He was hoping that Enya would stop losing her mana so rapidly as she was healing, but he felt a small, soft hand weakly grab his own.

"Stay...please...," she plead with her new lancer. She was sad, she was in pain, she was grieving, and she did not want to be alone. In her grief and delirious state from losing so much mana, she needed Diarmuid in more way than one.

Stopping in his tracks, Diarmuid sat on the bed next to where Enya was lying down. With a confused look on his face he asked her gently, "Why? Is there something you need? Name it, and I will retrieve it for you." Even from their incomplete connection, they were still connected enough to where he knew that his master needed something from him.

Large tears began rolling down Enya's face; "I need...I need mana...I've lost too much from resurging and I'm continuing to lose too much from receiving such a grievous and normally fatal injury from Caster." After Diarmuid continued to look at her with confusion, Enya felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment; Must I really spell it out for him? "I need you to give me some of your mana. If not, I'm afraid that I will continue losing my own stores until I die; I'm going to keep losing mana faster than I can restore it due to the fact that I don't even have enough stores to heal the wound Caster has given me." Enya paused briefly to take a good breath and muster enough energy to continue; even just speaking that couple of sentences was exhausting. "Semen...contains a lot of magical energy, and if you can give me enough of your mana stabilize me, I believe that I can pull through."

Diarmuid was beginning to understand what Enya was asking of him; due to their incomplete pact, she was unable to gain his own mana through less...unsavory means. To be honest, he was quite shocked that she had even made it this far; being burned alive, resurging from death, healing her horrid burns through excelerated healing through mana (it had to be excelerated due to the fact that her hair had grown rapidly to such a long length), then receiving a nearly fatal magical blow from Caster- of course she needed more mana.

Taking Diarmuid's pensive look at her suggestion to be rejection, she then added, "If this makes you too uncomfortable, I understand. I believe that Shinji Matou is near by. I'd rather he not do this, or have to resort to this at all, but I need a lot of mana and I need it very soon or else I fear that I will certainly die." Enya's damp face beginning to heat, she continued, "I refuse to take lives in order for myself to live; there's been enough death today. I'm sure that Shinji wouldn't reject, but in all honesty, I'd rather you do it. I fear that if he does it, then he will keep me in his debt and/or take...unsavory liberties. And...well...I-"

Diarmuid cut his master off, kneeled and said, in all seriousness, "Continue no further. You are my master now my lady. Doing this would be an honor to me; I have spent much time observing your relationship with your first servant and I believe that you are a noble master of honor. To be able to do this for you, to save your life in such an intimate way, I feel that is one of the greatest privileges a master can ask of a servant." Enya could only stare in disbelief; Diarmuid, in all seriousness, saw this as an honor?

After the servant let go of the mana materializing his clothing, he asked; "Shall we begin?" In a serious manner. After Enya nodded, giving him the "okay", Diarmuid carefully spread her thighs with his hands. Thankfully, his new master was a comely woman and she was no longer deformed by her excessive burns, even if she was in the sweaty and disheveled state she was in now. So getting an erection and keeping one was not a difficult task for the lancer servant. Putting his tip in her entrance and pushing into her, Diarmuid felt Enya tense and stiffen in pain.

"AH! Please be careful! It hurts!"

It was Diarmaid's turn to feel embarrassed; in his eagerness to please and save his master's life, he had forgotten that she was still a maiden. Not only that, but she was also not properly lubricated. Pulling out what little of his member was in her, he then said, "Forgive me my lady, I got overzealous."

God, does he have to make this even more awkward by being so prim and proper about it? Enya thought silently to herself.

"My lady, if I may, I know that you are resistant to my charm curse. Perhaps it would be easier on you if you could 'lift' that resistance somehow?"

Enya considered his words; she knew that Diarmuid's mole charm caused women to become so attracted to him that it made them go full stupid. As much as she loathed stooping to such a low, she needed some of her servant's mana. Desperate times call for desperate measures I suppose. "Okay," she replied.

Enya was genuinely surprised at how easy it was to lift her resistance, it was probably due to the fact that she was dangerously low on mana. At first, she wasn't sure if she had done it right, until she began to feel an unbearable ache to have her servant inside of her. Without thinking, she then pulled Diarmuids face down to hers, moaning into their kiss.

When Enya got that same look in her eyes as Grainne, Diarmuid knew that it was working and she was falling under the charms of his mole's curse. He felt a little self loathing when he heard a moan escape from his own mouth as he explored the hot cavern of Enya's mouth as she kissed him. Dipping a hand between her legs, he began to play with her sex and moaned at how hot and slick she had become, and that was outside of the hole he was about to penetrate. It had truly been too long since he had been able to do this; he had forgotten how exciting and joyous sex was. His master had become so wet that two of his fingers easily slid into her slit. It was wrong and unchivalrous; he was supposed to be replenishing his master's mana, not enjoying himself, but he couldn't help himself. Especially when his master felt this good. Breaking their kiss, the lancer servant began to trail kisses down his master's neck, to her chest, and stopping at her belly, he lifted a leg over his shoulder and eased himself in.

Enya felt her walls stretch, but pleasantly so; did his beauty mark make it easier for her to lose her virginity as well? Or was it due to the insane amount of lubrication? Either way, she whimpered slightly at the slightly painful, yet very wonderful feeling of being stretched by her servant's rather large manhood.

After letting his master adjust to his size, Diarmuid began to move in and out. Hearing his master's purrs and lusty moans, going slow became quite difficult.

Letting out a particularly needy moan, Enya needed him to move faster. Mutual orgasm was necessary, and if she was going to peak then her servant needed to move faster. Pulling Diarmaid's head down for another kiss, she began to push and pull her hips faster against him. Feeling hot and tense in her womb, Enya felt the familiar feeling of an approaching orgasm.

Diarmuid's control broke when Enya lustfully moaned "faster", to which he happily complied. He heard her keening louder and louder until her velvety walls clamped and contracted around him. Her uncontrolled screams of ecstasy filled his head making him cum so hard into his master that his vision went black. Recovering from such an intense orgasm, he couldn't help the feeling of pride as he watched Enya's more minor wounds begin to rapidly heal. Pulling off of his master, Diarmuid began to feel weak as much of his mana was transferred to Enya. He didn't even had the strength to summon his clothing back, so he simply rolled off of his master and lay next to her.

"Thank you," Enya said, recovering from her own orgasm. Turning her head to look at Diarmuid, her eyes looked normal again instead of lust filled as they had been earlier. "I feel much better already."

"It is I who should be thanking you my lady," he told her. Getting out of the bed so as to give his master her privacy and allow her to sleep, She stopped him.

"Stay with me?" She asked him. "I feel so alone," she added with tears threatening to spill from her eyes. He nodded and quietly lay back down next to her. Unexpectedly, she put her head down on his chest. "I can heart your heart beating. I didn't know you did that."

"I bleed don't I?" as if the answer should be simple.

Looking up at her new Lancer, Enya told him, "Once I'm well, we'll get our revenge, but for now, I must rest and recover."

"I agree", he smiled slightly at her. "now, you should get some sleep." Stroking her hair, he lulled her to sleep; it usually helped Grainne sleep too when she was agitated. He needed Enya to sleep. The sooner she was better, the sooner he could have his revenge against the man responsible for killing his lord and his lord's sister after terrorizing her.

Author's Note: So this was a romantic one shot, but I don't think that I want a romance between Enya and Diarmuid in my actual fic. What do you all think? Yes or no or other comments?

I had a lot of fun writing this BTW!