These are a series of one-shots post Fate of the Clans. It's taking from Fate/hollow ataraxia that "everyone's stuck in a four-day loop, those who died are alive again, and everyone's more or less getting along." Depending on my mood I might do a chapter where they fight those shadow beast things.

Lancer and Saber were exiting a certain building, encountering Tenkei and Rider. Saber stiffened up when Tenkei did a double-take at seeing the two Servants together, especially since Lancer's arm was slung over Saber's shoulders, and then again when he saw exactly what the building is. Then, making the situation even more embarrassing, Rider sniffed the air. "Why do you two smell like sweat? And I can also smell Saber reeking of shame."

Tenkei just blinked at the two knights, putting two and two together. "Wait, Saber...You...With Lancer..?"

"Did something happen that made you two need to share mana?" The large king asked.

The Grey King sweatdropped. "Something tells me that it wasn't for a mana transfer...I can't believe you both did it with the enemy!"

The blue-haired demigod simply took a drag of his cigarette, not ashamed in the least. "No rule 'gainst it." Meanwhile, Saber was blushing the hardest she ever had. Sure she knew something was wrong with what she did, but Lancer was the only person, other than her father, that actually made her go all-out. Who gave her a sense of danger. And she loved it.

Tenkei was about to retort when he saw the Red King approach. "Great timing, Suoh! Do something about your Servant!"

He looked confused. "Huh? Why?"

Lancer glanced at his Master and held up a hand in greeting. "Yo!"

Mikoto glanced at the building the two Servants walked out of. "A love hotel, huh?" He exhaled smoke. "Ya have fun, Lancer?"

"Of course!" He winked at Saber. "It was more interestin' than I expected."

Crimson lightning began crackling around Saber, who was clearly trying not to blow up. "...Lancer, shut that big mouth of yours immediately if you know what's good for you!"

"Ya feelin' tired? I'm not surprised considerin' -"

Clarent was suddenly materialized and held in a reverse grip, white tip of the now-demonic sword pointing at the spearman's chest and ready to impale his spirit core. "One more word and I will end you."

Lancer laughed heartily, though some nervousness was mixed in. He flashed to his Master's side. "Okay, okay! Message received!" Then he rubbed the back of his neck. "Sheesh, hard to believe how sweet ya we're -"

Saber materialized her armor now. Her head remained uncovered. "Are ya lookin' for a fight?!" Crimson mana crackled around her form.

Tenkei put his hands in the Treacherous Knight's shoulders. "Saber, you should calm down before the police get called!"

"The Blue Clan'll get sent out and I'm not lookin' forward to hearin' Munakata bitch," Mikoto grumbled. "Lancer, ya should quit it."

"The kitty's quite a biter," Lancer snickered.

"So are you, mutt!" Saber shouted at him.

Lancer turned to her with a shit-eating grin. "By the way, there's this I wanted to point out..." He pulled the collar of his shirt down enough to reveal the bruise painted on his collarbone. He must've kept that one from fading. He laughed heartedly as he ducked, avoiding the sword slash to his neck.

His form in Fate/stay night can be an asshole. And since his prototype's personality is stated to not be that different, the same goes for him.