So I already have, like, 4 or 5 chapters of this written. I will upload them in roughly weekly intervals, depending on when I get the time to type them up, there written roughly in a small copy I bring around with me.

I am going to put up the rating to M due to development in future chapters. Yaoi developments.

I realise that the pairing in this fic probably doesn't make a whole lot of sense to some people, but I like it because of the contrast between the two characters. I will alternate between GilShirou and ShirouGil because I like both.

I could have used Fem!Gil but I actually dislike gender-bent characters and straight pairings because I find it very hard to write them right.

Rin X Saber will appear in this fic but it will either be just references to something going on or very light stuff.

Now that that's all out of the way, back to the fic :)

(I would also like to point out that I haven't written a proper fic in 1 and a half years to 2 years so I am out of practice, so it's probably not that good)

"My reserves will last a week" Gilgamesh states, sipping the Sen Cha green tea. He decided he didn't love it, but he didn't hate it either, not that he's ever admit that, but he couldn't complain. His mind was still rebooting, so he couldn't really process anything. "I see" Shirou replied, setting down the plates of breakfast in front of the other man "help yourself". He understood what Gilgamesh was saying, he'd have to find a way to maintain the King, as his mana supply wasn't strong enough. Rin had forcibly ended the mana transfer between them, saying something about not wanting to be part of this. She took Saber back to her mansion after what happened at Ryuudou Temple. It had been a few hours since then, the sun had risen but they hadn't gotten any sleep, there was a few things to sort out first.

Surprisingly, Gilgamesh ate the food. Shirou expected him to throw a fuss over eating 'mongrel food' but the he was probably still in shock. "Do you want or western room?" Gilgamesh looked up at Shirou puzzled. "A bedroom? There's a difference?" A western room it was then. "The western style rooms are in the other building, I'll set one up for you" Shirou explained "I'd imagine you wouldn't like sleeping in a futon, it's essentially sleeping on the floor" "No" "Didn't think so". Well, that was settled.

"Here we are" Shirou said, opening the door to the biggest room in the house. "It will suffice." That son of a-

Gilgamesh was close.

Very Close.

He must not realise how close he is to Shirou. The boy could feel the heat coming from the man standing mere centimeters from him.

Wait.

What the hell was happening? Should he be realising things like this? Should it bother him as much as it was?

"Oi"

Shirou almost jumped out of his skin. "Y-yes?" he squeaked. "You're staring, mongrel." Shirou turned 180 degrees clockwise. Well, at least Gilgamesh was back to normal. "W-well, I'm sure y-you can sort e-everything else out f-from here, r-right?" Shirou spluttered, taking a step to leave, his eyes firmly glued to the floor approximately a foot in front of him. "What's wrong, mongrel?" A hand falls on the boy's shoulder. "N-n-n-nothing!" Shirou stuttered. Gilgamesh looked at him as if to say that his point had already been made. Shirou looked back at that face. Feminine features, deep crimson eyes and feathery hair softly hanging in front of that face. Shirou gulped and ran, brushing the hand on his shoulder away.

Shirou sat in his room. It had turned dark outside but he hadn't bothered to turn on the lights, so he sat, rolled up into a ball on his futon in that darkness. So many thoughts were rushing through his head, but the most prominent was that the hand that had been placed on his shoulder was warm. What the hell was he thinking? The boy was at the verge of tears. He had no idea what was happening to him. That's what he wanted to think.

He had fallen in love with Gilgamesh.

He had fallen for the man, who, up until now, was his enemy.

Suddenly, shining bright light blinded him as a figure bathed in that light walked into his room. The person squatted in front of the curled up ball that was Emiya Shirou. "Why are you crying, mongrel" the King of Heroes asked, slightly, but still surprising, concerned. "Leave me alone" Shirou murmured. "No".

Shirou lifted his head to glare at the man but his breath stopped and he shot back when he realised Gilgamesh was close to him again. The golden haired man merely moved closer. "What? Are you bothered by invasions of your personal space?" he asked, moving to sit beside Shirou. "T-that isn't it" Shirou stated, looking away, blushing and unable to maintain eye contact.

Shirou steals a glance at the King. The man beside him was taller than he was. He was slender, but still muscular. One could still tell that through his clothes. His face was exceptionally handsome, his eyes were piercing like arrows and it was almost like he shone bright gold.

"Hey…" Shirou heard the other man mutter that before he felt movement beside him and he tensed up. "Look at me" Gilgamesh grabbed Shirou's chin and turns his face towards him. Shirou couldn't look away. Golden eyes stared into crimson ones. "Boy" the golden king began "Why? What so you want from me?". The question could've been about anything that happened since the previous night, the answer to the second question was the same no matter what context it was in. "You". The King froze in silent shock, he wasn't expecting that. Shirou looked down out of embarrassment, had he really just say that? The King then grinned wildly. Then he laughed.

Shirou's embarrassment turned to anger. "O-oi! That's not nice!" Gilgamesh Shirou by the chin again. "Ok then, I shall show you heaven, mongrel" Gilgamesh smirked.