I'm really sorry for the over two-year wait! Ideas for this chapter just refused to come to me that quickly.

I'm not going to continue writing a third story but I had almost 20K written so I'll put them into other stories like Fate of the Clans: Kaleidoscope.

There is a lemon in this but it's bolted and underlined to make it easier to see where to skip if you want.

Interlude

"You mongrels should learn how to bow down." Gates were opening behind the golden king. In an instant, Archer seemed to appear in front of Shirou and Rin, as if intending to shield the two with his body.

"Saber!" he shouted at the swordsman still ready to defend against the opposing king. "Can you hold him at bay?"

Saber glanced at Archer for a split-second, looking surprised, before focusing back on the enemy currently being faced in time to knock away a spear. "Huh? What for?"

"Just do it!"

"...Fine. But you better have something helpful planned!"

"I am the bone of my sword."

A melody of steel clashing against steel rang out as Saber worked to defend against all the weapons being launched at her.

"Steel is my body and fire my blood."

"Unknown to death."

"Nor known to life."

A sword impaled Archer through his left shoulder. He ignored it an continued with his chant. He can't turn back now.

"Have withstood pain to create many weapons."

"Yet those hands will never hold anything."

"So as I pray...Unlimited Blade Works!"

Fire erupted from the ground and everything went white.

When it was possible to see again, everyone suddenly found themselves in a barren wasteland with swords dotting the ground. Giant gears hung from the sky.

"A Reality Marble?!" Rin exclaimed. A Reality Marble is a forbidden spell that materializes a mental image from the caster into the real world.

Saber glanced at the red-clad man. "Archer, what is this?"

"It's exactly as it appears," Archer replied simply. "This Reality Marble is my 'Noble Phantasm'."

Gilgamesh looked disgusted. "A world of cheap imitations..."

Yes, every weapon in this world is just a copy. But he remembered what Lancer said regarding Gilgamesh.

"My knowledge from the Grail caused me to recognize some of his weapons. But they were the Noble Phantasms of other heroes. Given that he's the first Heroic Spirit, he probably has the original of every Noble Phantasm."

Then that probably means Gilgamesh doesn't have a single weapon mastered if he has that many stored away. This Reality Marble would be useless against the other Servants, as they've taken their Noble Phantasm to the ultimate level. But even if this opponent has a thousand Noble Phantasms at his disposal, he would meet his match in Unlimited Blade Works..!

Gilgamesh was glaring at Archer. "You should know your place, Faker!"

Archer smirked. "You can try to teach me a lesson, but it'll cost you several weapons in your treasury." He walked up to Saber and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Defend the two Masters. I'll handle Gilgamesh."

"Don't get cocky, mongrel!" Five swords were launched at the red Servant at that shout.

"..." Five swords dotting the landscape seemed to move on their own and succeeded in countering the opposing weapons. "What's wrong, King of Heroes? That can't be everything you got." He dashed forward, moving so fast he was a blur. Kanshou and Bakuya were projected in the tan Servant's hands and his steely gaze was fixed only on the enemy in front of him.

"Damn you!" Blades of all shapes and sizes were launched at Archer. But the ones in the landscape took them all out. The king pulled out two swords, rapidly defending against Archer's ferocious onslaught with the twin shortswords. The golden Servant fell back a step. "You bastard!"

Shards of steel rained down each time an original Noble Phantasm failed in the face of a copy. The other three were speechless at the sight of this display of Archer's skills.

Gilgamesh jumped back as soon as the sword in his right hand shattered. "To force me to go all-out..! You damn counterfeit! I'll never forgive you!" Weapons rained down on Archer. His own weapons quickly made this effort futile.

A Gate opened. A single weapon was grabbed by the King of Heroes after a second of hesitation. The blade was black, covered in lines of red, and broken into three sections. The rest of it was golden. Archer, hit with a sudden sense of foreboding, jumped far back. What even is that sword's makeup?! He can't copy it!

The sections of the blade spun. Crimson winds came from it. Gilgamesh's glare alone should be enough to kill someone.

"Faker...Forcing me to use Ea..!" He swung the sword down so it pointed at Archer. "Enuma Elish!"

The sword shot out winds that tore into the ground. Archer jumped to the side in time to dodge, but then he sensed something going on.

"!" His Reality Marble, it was breaking apart like glass. Archer focused his attention back on the sword. "An Anti-World Noble Phantasm?!"

Saber was looking around at her crumbling surroundings. "You two, stay close to me!" The two humans didn't protest, huddling up to the female king. The wasteland slowly faded, being replaced with the inside of the church.

Gilgamesh lowered his sword. "Now that accursed Reality Marble is gone." Several Gates opened around him. "Now die!"

"Won't happen." Archer shot forward. His projected weapons were countering Gilgamesh's. But the took too long to project since he wasn't in Unlimited Blade Works. And Gilgamesh was pissed. Several weapons ended up impaling the red-clad man. But he wasn't going to quit until he claims this king's head.

"You sham!" Gilgamesh roared as he struck forward with Ea at the same time Archer struck out with Bakuya.

"..!"

"..!"

Gilgamesh's left arm, severed at the shoulder, was now laying limp on the floor. Silence filled the cathedral.

Rin's cry broke the silence. "No..! ARCHER!"

Archer spat out a mouthful of blood as he slowly looked down. Ea had gone through his chest, through his spirit core, and out his back. Narrowed crimson eyes were locked on the Servant that just had a fatal wound dealt.

"Return to nothingness, Faker." Was the last thing Archer heard before the world faded to black.

Interlude out

Saber's voice suddenly broke into Lancer's head. 'Lancer! We must retreat!'

For a moment, Lancer was pissed. Who gave her permission to open a channel with him?! But then he relaxed. Putting Saber's words aside, all of the Three Knight Classes agreed to telepathically speak to one another only if there was an emergency.

'What's wrong?'

'Archer is dead! And we are currently fighting off Gilgamesh's attacks to the best of our abilities! I believe it is time for us to withdraw!'

'Hold on. Let us finish off Kirei first.'

'No time! I am not sure if I can hold out against Gilgamesh for much longer! Leave Kirei for later! We must go now!'

Lancer raked a hand through his hair and looked at his Master. "Akiko, we need to pull back."

Akiko glanced at the man in surprise. "What for?"

"Saber's in a spot of trouble." He shot Kirei a glare. "We'll need to take care of this asshole another time."

"Wai -" Akiko was cut off when Lancer scooped her up and retreated with her, turning his back on the false priest. "He-hey!"

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The female Servant grabbed the hands of both humans in one hand, held her sword in the other, and dashed out of the church. Gilgamesh pretended his injury bothered him too much to intervene. In reality he had let them go. Saber is his to be his wife after all.

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"I knew that damn priest was up to no good!" Rin spat. She was switching back and forth between cursing Kirei out and voicing her disbelief regarding Archer being killed, stomping back and forth in front of the main floor stairs inn the Einzbern castle.

"Guess it was a good thing we left Illya here," Shirou pointed out, trying to bring a little optimism to this.

"We already know, Emiya." Akiko then looked at Rin. "And will you stop that pacing? It's getting annoying."

"Seconded," Lancer agreed.

The black-haired girl shot the Master-Servant pair a glare, but didn't stop moving. "I have every right to be pissed, and I'll do whatever I feel like doing when I'm pissed!"

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Shirou went out into town. He originally intended to only bring Saber but Illya wanted more time spent with her big brother. Then Rin joined in, saying she had nothing better to do. Lancer, of course, took this chance to tease Shirou, saying that he must be a popular guy. Saber was the one to shut him up when he began saying something dirty, Akiko covering Illya's ears in time and calling Lancer a dumbass.

In their room, Lancer was resting his head in Akiko's lap. She was gazing down at him with a gentle expression and was running her fingers through his hair, which was out of its confine.

"I love you so much, Cu Chulainn."

The man chuckled. "Tell me somethin' I don't know." Then he sat up and faced her, a giant grin on his face. "Y'know, the others won't be back for awhile. Ya up for havin' some fun, if ya know what I mean?"

Akiko couldn't help but smile back. "Of course."

Akiko went on Lancer's lap, her legs straddling his hips. They wasted no time in smashing their lips against each other. Though the walls were thin, with everyone else gone the two could be loud. And Lancer planned to make Akiko scream for him.

One of Lancer's arms wrapped around the middle of Akiko's back, pulling her in so he could kiss her deeply. The mage responded by wrapping both arms around the back of her Servant's neck, allowing him access to the inside of her mouth when she felt him nip her lower lip. The two were practically drinking the other in with it feeling like both were trying to shove their tongue down the other's throat. Then the spearman started going lower.

As the man kissed and sucked a trail down the side of his Master's neck, Akiko shuddered when she felt Lancer's teeth graze her pulse point then his tongue flicking over it. She expected him to mark her there but instead bit her enough only to leave a bruise at her collarbone. Her clothes wouldn't be able to hide it so she would need to think up an alibi if Illya saw.

Lancer couldn't hold back his moan when the mage rolled her hips against his, her clothed core rubbing on his growing heat.

Akiko smirked then reached down and unzipped his pants and reached in, her fingers closing around the prize she was after then freed it. A few strokes was needed to get it at full mast. Akiko delicately licked the tip, teasing the Servant. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the slit. Then she slowly took it into her mouth. A moan escaped Lancer's lips when her tongue stroked the underside.

A hand eventually went to the back of the teens head and she tried her hardest not to gag when he began thrusting into her mouth.

"Akiko..! I'm gonna cum..!"

That was the only warning she got before hot seed filled her mouth. She tried to swallow it all but some made it past her lips.

The spearman put his hand on her chin and tilted her head up so blue eyes were gazing into red. She looked so beautiful with those trails of his cum mixed with her drool running down from her mouth. He captured his Master's lips in his own, tasting himself when his tongue entered her mouth.

Lancer grinned as he pulled back and whispered in Akiko's ear. "Ya talked 'bout usin' the shower here. Let's continue in there."

"Wait, what?" Lancer, without another word, scooped his Master up. "What are you doing?!"

He didn't reply and didn't stop until he got to the bathroom. As much as he wanted to rip the mage's clothes off, he restrained himself. Since they hadn't originally intended to spend the night at the castle this was the only set of clothes she currently has. If Lancer ruins them Akiko most likely won't stop screaming his ear off until they got back to Shirou's place. He turned the water of the shower on and gently removed each article of his Master's clothing like he was slowly opening a present. Akiko instantly shivered and ran under the now-warm water while her Servant's clothes dematerialized. He then joined her under the spray.

When Akiko faced him, her fingers absently ran over the faint, almost invisible, scars on his body that his runes weren't able to completely erase. Remnants of stabs, slashes, and impalements. The body of a lifelong warrior. She kissed the long slice, most likely from a sword, on the side of the spearman's neck. It was directly over his jugular and went into his neck about an inch, like someone tried to cut off his head but was quickly stopped.

"It must've hurt a lot," Akiko murmured.

Lancer knew she was talking about the scar on his neck. "It did but it's fine now." Then he chuckled. "When I was brought back to Emain Macha to get the injury healed - I was pretty woozy from the blood loss - Emer came in, took one look at all the blood, and instantly freaked out."

"She had every right to. I hope she pounded you for getting hurt like that."

"Yeah. Dunno which hurt worse."

Then she glanced at his hair, remembering why she wanted to shower with him. "Turn around and crouch a little." He did as he was told. Akiko found the shampoo and poured some into her hand. He sighed in contentment at the feeling of the mage's fingers massaging the substance into his scalp. The top of his hair getting messed up made him appear younger, like someone in his early 20s.

After she rinsed his hair, Akiko pressed up to his body. "Now I believe you said something about continuing in here?" She wanted to be impaled by his second spear. She took a deep breath of the smell coming from Lancer. His bestial scent was something she enjoyed a lot.

Lancer turned to her with a grin. "I haven't forgotten!" He lifted her up and she felt the cold tile of the shower wall press against her back. While Akiko and Lancer's mouths were moving against each other, their tongues clashing, the mage rested her hands on his well-muscled shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Since Lancer's a Servant, Akiko had absolute faith he'd be able to maintain his footing while doing this. She was aware of his hands moving down her body. His fingers left burning trails where they brushed over skin.

His hands caressed her thighs before teasing her clit. A moan escaped Akiko's throat when two of those fingers entered her, slowly opening her more. Her mouth pulled back and she practiced mewled when they curled just right into a sensitive place inside her. A third finger was added and they began pumping in and out at a rigorous pace. She had already gotten worked up a short time ago so it only took a few minutes before she was clawing at her Servant's back, insides tightening and her head thrown back with a whine.

While she caught her breath, Lancer's fingers were pulled out and he lifted them to his mouth to lick the liquid off. He couldn't help the smirk from seeing Akiko pleasured and it wasn't even the main event yet.

"Hey, the fun's only started." He lined his cock up to her entrance and began pushing in. He vaguely noted it was getting easier to bottom out.

She absolutely loved the feeling of him inside her, of him filling her up so much. Her hands slid to his back, feeling those strong muscles move with each thrust. She buried her face into the crook of his neck. "Oh, fuck, Cu Chulainn!"

His mouth was close to her ear. "I love the way ya say my True Name durin' sex. But I love it even more when I have ya screamin' it." To emphasize his words, the head of his cock pounded even deeper into her than before. A gasp ripped itself from his Master. "C'mon, scream it!"

Akiko thoughts were all jumbled so she barely processed what her Servant said. But she still gave him what he wanted. "Cu Chulainn!"

That's all that was needed to push him over the edge. Lancer let out a rumbling growl then bit down on Akiko's right shoulder, careful not to break the skin. The female mage couldn't hold back her moan at the feeling of liquid warmth filling her as her climax washed over her. She was still recovering from the aftershocks and wasn't aware of Lancer pulling out and shutting off the water. Or that he wanted more.

"Wonder how tight yer back door is." Without waiting for a reply he held Akiko bridal-style and dashed out of the bathroom, making sure to scoop up her clothes so she wouldn't bitch at him for just leaving them. He didn't stop until he reached their guest room, practically tossing Akiko onto her back on the bed and throwing her clothes somewhere on the floor.

"H-hey! I'm freezing!" He tossed a towel onto her. "I don't want this! I want you to warm me up!"

Lancer climbed over her. "That's what I plan to do. But not with cuddlin'." A bottle of lube materialized in his left hand.

"Where did you get lube?!"

"I spotted where the lad hides it so I swiped it 'fore we left," Lancer replied while applying some of the liquid to his right fingers. "It'll be needed for what I have planned."

"You didn't even know we would...Ugh, forget it! So what are you going to do? Wait, you talked about my back door. Are you going to fuck me in the ass?"

"Yeah. Are ya okay with that?"

Akiko shyly averted her eyes. "F-fine...Just...Just be gentle..."

"Don't worry, I'll try. This'll just be like when ya lost yer virginity."

She couldn't help but gasp as a finger entered her, bringing about a new sensation. The intrusion caused some discomfort.

"Just relax. Yer really tight around my finger."

"I know. Just gimme a sec." After a second, the finger resumed working her open a little more. It really was a strange feeling and a slight burn accompanied it when another finger entered to join the first. The entire time, Lancer soothingly reminded her to relax and so she focused on her breathing. She couldn't hold back her yelp when a third finger entered.

"Almost done openin' ya up," Lancer told her. Once he was satisfied, his finger pulled out and something larger pressed up to Akiko's hole. "I'm gonna come in now."

Lancer had to hold down Akiko's squirming thighs when his cock penetrated that ring of muscle. Akiko was whining as she was slowly filled up.

"Ya okay?" Lancer asked after he managed to get all the way in despite the overwhelming tightness. Akiko couldn't reply for a few seconds. Her eyes were squeezed shut, trying to get used to this burning stretch. Then she gave a small nod.

"Start off slow."

"This is yer first time so I plan to." He kept his word, moving slowly until she got adjusted. When she did, she turned demanding.

"Go faster already!"

"No problem." His pace instantly picked up, going as hard as he does into her pussy. His abdominal muscles were pressed against the mage's clitoris, each thrust from the spearman bringing a delicious wave of pleasure there and with it a whine steadily growing in volume. Then the female spoke up, somehow amidst all her pleasure.

"Cu Chulainn, before I forget I had a vision at the church. It was after the War but you were still tethered to me. We were still together! You remaining my familiar even after the War's end. How does that sound to you?"

"If I receive a full incarnation, not a half-assed one like that golden fucker, I'll be like any other mortal instead of a spirit. That all right with ya? Although, based off what ya said, it sound like I'll retain my superhuman capabilities."

"I don't care as long as we can be together for the rest of our lives." Akiko wrapped her arms tightly around Lancer, as if afraid he'll vanish if her hold was even a little slack, and buried her face in his chest. He could feel the wetness of tears against his skin. "Don't ever leave me..."

His expression was gentle as his hand stroked her hair. "I promise to always be with ya. I'll remain yer loyal hound." He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. "I feel so lucky to have a Master like you..."

Before anything else could be said, the bedroom door flew open.

"What's with all the rac-"

Both Master and Servant instantly turned their heads to the door. Illya was standing in the doorway, red eyes as wide as dinner plates and mouth gaping like a fish. Before anything could be said, the little girl screamed at the top of her lungs and bolted like she's on fire. In that moment it's like someone dumped freezing water on Akiko.

Lancer sighed. "They must be back...Whatever." He looked back to his Master with a large grin. "Let's pick up where we left off!"

"What the hell is wrong with you?! We possibly just scarred Illyasviel for life and your reaction is to keep going?!"

"It's her own fault for not knockin'."

Akiko pulled herself back and grabbed her clothes in a hurry. "Don't push the blame on her!"

"What, yer callin' it quits? I'm still hard over here!"

"How are you when a little girl walked in on us?!"

"Meh, not like it's the first time a kid saw me bangin' someone. At this point I don't care anymore. I just wanna finish what I started."

"You might not care but I do!"

A short time later in the main hall:

"You really had to let a little girl see you two fuck?!" Rin demanded. "What's wrong with you?!"

Akiko bowed In shame. "I'm really sorry..." Then she elbowed Lancer, who looked like he couldn't care less, to do the same. Meanwhile, Shirou and Saber were trying to ease Illya's mental scarring the best they could.

Interlude

A wall to the outside of the church caved in like a pack of dynamite attached to it went off. Kirei and Gilgamesh only had enough time to snap their heads in the direction of the wreckage, their eyes going wide.

"What in the -" was all Kirei managed to say before a magenta-and-white tiger-like creature appeared right in front of him. Its head dipped down and ate the priest in a gruesome display of tearing insides and blood.

Gilgamesh didn't look horrified at the sight of his own Master being eaten. Instead, he narrowed his eyes at the beast, looking annoyed.

"And who are you?"

The monster didn't reply at first. It looked up at Gilgamesh and grinned, showing teeth stained red with blood. "I am the one who shall end your life!"

Without another word from the golden Servant his Gates of Babylon opened behind him. A barrage of weapons pelted the intruder, but the claws on its wings blocked each one. Gilgamesh tsked in displeasure. What a troublesome defense. The monster lunged forward at him, but he simply drew out two swords, crossing them in front to defend. But this thing was overpowering his own strength, so a few portals appeared around the man, blades coming together to back up the defense. It worked, him being able to successfully push the creature back. More weapons shot out at it, but it wove easily around each one with an agility rivaling even Lancer's.

Gilgamesh grit his teeth in frustration. The best he was doing is drawing up small arks of blood. He does have something that'll reduce this thing to nothing with just one hit. But he won't draw Ea. This beast isn't worthy of gazing upon its splendor!

In the midst of this thinking, he missed the opportunity to block a wing-claw from slicing into the left side of his chest. Before he could do anything else it ripped out the right side. Ended due to the fact he held back.

"I...can't be defeated...by a worthless mongrel like you..!"

Even as the eighth Servant faded into golden mana, he was still spitting curses. Soon, the monster was the only one remaining.

"Just two left and it's all over."

Interlude out

Sorry I couldn't make the Gilgamesh fights better, it's what got me stuck. He just sword-spams the shit out of you.

The next day is the last one, broken into three parts.