Author's Note: So originally, this pic was to be a one shot, but I've decided to turn it into a collection of one-shot lemons that I may or may not include in my long fic, The Grail Wars: The World Wars.
Beware though, these stories may have some minor spoilers.
Anyways, the reason why I wrote this is because I feel bad that Shirou, as EMIYA, had to basically spend eternity alone as a counter-guardian; which is partially why I think he wanted his younger self to die. Being alone for that long can be super damaging to the human psyche.
For Eternity
He needed a rest. He was exhausted. How long had he been going without a break? Days? Weeks? He'd lost count...Being a counter-guardian, time had lost all meaning to him. To be honest, he wasn't even sure how old he was anymore. Throwing the last sword down in his reality of the graveyard of swords, Emiya waited to be summoned again by the World, to clean up another catastrophe made by humanity. He was nothing but a glorified cleaner...
Feeling the tingling sensation again of being transported through space and time, he closed his eyes and gripped his calloused hands, waiting for the horrors that would soon lay before him. Emiya never truly got used to the feeling of being transported through time and space; he always felt disoriented and nauseous afterwards. In his previous life as Shirou, he'd known a mage named Enya who could transmute with ease. He'd never understand how she could do that without getting nauseous or dizzy.
When the tingling went away, he felt oddly cool, but pleasantly so. Opening his eyes, Emiya realized that he wasn't on a battlefield or anywhere even resembling the horrors he was so accustomed to seeing. Instead, there was soft grass beneath his feet and a cool fog beneath him. The air was the purest he had breathed in a long time. Looking around him, he realized where he was. He hadn't been here in ages, but there was no mistaking this hauntingly beautiful, ethereal place; he was in the Chamber of the Guardian of the Root. This was soon confirmed when he saw the throne of the guardian, a throne made of tree roots. He had to smile at her chosen environment; even before she had become Chronas, she always did love nature, especially trees.
"I thought you might be lonely and in need of a break. All of that death. It can't be good for you," a beautiful, almost pristine voice said.
Emiya knew that voice, and he missed its owner dearly. Turning to see the owner of that beautiful voice, he saw her for the first time in a very long time. "I thought you'd never forgive me," he told her sadly.
Coming closer to him, her beauty took his breath away, just as it always had. "I'm better now," she said as her soft pale hands stroked his face, "and forgiveness was never needed; you did what needed to be done."
She did look better than she did when he ended her mortal life; at the end of which she possessed clawed hands and feet, the ragged white hair, and a crazed look in her eyes. That was what Shirou's oldest friend had become, and how Emiya had last seen her. This was the first time he'd seen her since ending her life; and now, she was better, she was whole again. In death, she had regained her former glory; her hair, dark and silky smooth, her eyes were here and not somewhere else in grief and pain and anger, her long skirt was it's original white instead of the rusty red, tainted by the blood of her slain enemies, though she still only wore her hair pulled to the front to cover her rounded breasts. The last sorceress was now, in death, the Guardian of the Root and Time and Space. She looked at him sadly, "don't despair," she told him softly as she felt his sadness at having to kill his oldest friend, "death was a blessing for me. No, you didn't kill me; you freed me."
Seeing her reminded him of his previous life as Shirou Emiya. His friends, everyone he'd ever loved, they had been gone for longer than he could remember now. Except for her. No. She was like EMIYA; she'd had many lives before this one too.
Feeling his pain, she pulled his head comfortingly against her. She was on higher ground so his head rested on the soft flesh of her bare chest and the crook of her neck. She could feel his hot breath on her neck and the heat of his tears. Though they were both Guardians and therefore their existence transcended time and space, they were, as of right now, the only two people at the end of the world.
Slowly, he wrapped his muscled arms around her small, soft waist. He wasn't crying from sadness, he was crying because he hadn't held another human being for far too long, and he relished the contact; he was crying because his heart was bursting with joy at the fact that he no longer felt lonely for the first time in a long time.
"Shhh," she soothed him, stroking his silver hair. As the Guardian of the root and time and space, she was almost an omnipotent being. She had felt his grief and loneliness so she brought him to her in the hopes that she could help ease his suffering. Even if that meant she could only provide him with her own presence.
Setting her forehead against his she told him, "you don't have to suffer alone anymore...even if it's just me who can keep you company." He could only stare at her soft pink lips as she spoke.
He didn't know why, but he kissed her then, winding a hand through her soft black hair and keeping the other at her soft waist so he could hold her against himself. Maybe he did it because he wanted to feel those soft lips on his own, or maybe it was because he simply loved her. If he loved her, then why? Did she love him? Was that why she'd brought him here? In their previous lives, they'd loved each other, but only as close friends. Shirou had never thought of her as a romantic partner or even a prospective one, and neither did she for Shirou.
Surprised, but happily so, she wrapped her arms around his neck and reciprocated his kiss. To be honest, she also brought him here because she too was lonely. It was a strange kiss: soft, and gentle, yet needy and hungry. She wanted more and so did he. She was beginning to think that perhaps she'd brought him to her because maybe she realized, in this lifetime, she loved him; though she hadn't in the last ones. He saved her in her last lifetime, which made her whole again in this one. Was that why?
EMIYA couldn't stop himself, her smell, her flesh, her hair, the fact that she was another human being reciprocating his touch; he was intoxicated by it all. She moaned softly when his large, calloused tanned hands softly traced her milky breasts through her silky hair, making her moan into his mouth. Leaving her breasts, his hands slowly traced the deep curves of her slim waist, and stopped at the golden hem of her silky white skirt. He wanted to feel every inch of her. She was intoxicating. He gently pulled her skirt down, letting his hands ghost the supple flesh of her soft bottom. To which she subtly shifted her hips with his hands as they grabbed and felt the fleshiness. Despite the fact that the lovely ethereal woman before him was naked, EMIYA still couldn't get enough of the contact. He then hitched her hips up, making them meet his own clothed ones as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He could feel the heat coming off of her bare sex as she moaned into his mouth with need and desire. Perhaps she needs this too? He thought to himself.
Without disconnecting their hips, he lay her beneath him on the soft ground and stripped himself. She helped him undress, her hands gently touching his the skin of his chest and shoulders was agonizingly wonderful. Taking one of her soft pale hands into his own rough tanned ones, he brought it to his mouth and kissed it before rubbing her hand against his face as he closed his eyes to fully enjoy the feeling. He let out a sigh of contentment when she gently traced the muscles and scars on his chest and abdomen. He didn't want this to end; he wanted it to drag out as long as he could.
Resting himself gently on top of her, he moved her dark, thick hair covering her supple breasts with pink, erect nipples. Gently holding her head, he kissed her again for a long time before he began to feel her body. She writhed beneath him, arching her back with pleasure and instinctively grinding her hips, as his hot, dark hands massaged her cool pale breasts before trailing down to feel her cool, hairless vulva. Playing with the flesh by gently tracing his thumbs around it,finally traveling further dow, he stopped as he felt her hot swollen clit. God he hadn't felt a woman's soft, lovely body in too long!
Playing with her clit, he gently lifted the hood, exposing the sensitive nerves to the coolness of the air. Using his thumb to keep the hood up, he torturously rubbed his wet, erect tip over her sensitive nub, he caused it to glide over her and bring her shivers of pleasure. How long had it been for her too? He vaguely wondered as he had to use his other hand to keep her still as he continued to glide his tip over her nub. Judging by her face, she was struggling to keep herself from having her orgasm. The anticipation of being inside the woman's hot folds made his pre-cum flow more readily, lubricating her clit and enabling him to rub her faster. Much to the pleasure of them both.
Hearing her gasp as she lost control and pleasure took over her body, he quickly pushed inside of her. He nearly finished himself when her walls contracted around his swollen member. Struggling not to cum inside her so soon, he felt her walls make their last fluttering contractions. Looking at her face, her eyes were half closed and with her mouth slightly open, she looked beautiful dazed in her after glow. It was such a pure sight, too pure a sight for him to see, especially after all of the pain and horrors he'd seen and done; he felt he didn't even deserve to see this let alone be inside of her too. EMIYA felt he could watch her like this forever and be perfectly content after the lifetimes of horrors he had endured.
Pulling EMIYA's head down to hers for another kiss, she began to unconsciously slowly grind her hips into his own. Moaning as his swollen member was being pulled and pushed in and out of tight, puffy velvety walls, he wanted to pick up their pace; but he also did;t want the pleasure to end. As she tried to move faster against him, EMIYA grabbed her hips and slowed them. Slowly moving in and out of her body, he pulled his torso back up, and wrapped her legs around his waist in order to hit that certain spot within her. Adjusting his angle, he found it when she let out a soft gasp and her inner walls clenched him.
He was going agonizingly slow with her, but it still felt so good! Letting soft moans escape her lips at this slow pleasure, closing her eyes she turned her head and felt her own breasts.
Watching her do this, EMIYA could only think that this was the most beautiful sight he'd seen in what felt like forever. He gently turned her head to look at him, he wanted to watch her face as she experienced the pleasure, and she was glad he did; he looked even more handsome as he was experiencing pleasure, and if she wasn't mistaken, she was sure that she could see love in his eyes as he looked into her own. Yes, she thought, I think I do love him.
As they made love in this ethereal place, with love in their eyes, they both realized that the why as to why they loved each other no longer mattered. They were at the Root, and thus at end of the world after all, not a lot of things mattered anymore.
Pleasure peaking again, her walls gripped him hard, which broke his control. Pumping faster, almost mindlessly, inside of her, she arched her back, making her breasts come forward beautifully. He couldn't help but to rub his hands over them, to which she responded by putting her hands on his own as he did so. It was beautifully erotic. Her pants becoming more labored, she was close to peaking again, and when she finally did she gripped his hands and let out the most beautiful gasp of ecstasy his ears had ever heard. Instead of the quicker, powerful orgasm she'd felt earlier, this one felt more like a deeply pleasurable never-ending fluttering. EMIYA himself let out a loud and drug out moan when his own orgasm hit him, it was powerful and dizzying, but he didn't want it to end; so he kept pumping in and out of her, dragging them both out as long as he could.
Both of them completely exhausted, but finally content after such a very long time, EMIYA lay down next to her. Pulling her close to him in his arms, he closed his eyes and hummed contently for the first time in what felt like eternity. He finally felt relaxed as she softly stroked the strong arms wrapped around her.
"I suppose this means that I must go soon..." he said sadly. At this, he unconsciously gripped her harder, as if she were the only thing anchoring him to existence.
She turned in his arms to face him. Stroking his cheek, she assured him, "This is the Root. Time means nothing here; I control time here. You're not leaving until you want to." Tears pricked her eyes, "You've served the world far long enough. Now, it is time to rest. You deserve to finally rest and be at peace...Shirou."
EMIYA's heart swelled with love and happiness for this woman. He hadn't realized how much he'd longed to be Shirou again until she said his real name.
Finally feeling at peace, the two Guardians, EMIYA and Chronas, lay together in that serene place where time no longer mattered. After many lifetimes of suffering and pain, they deserved to rest and feel happily at peace and serenity for as long as they wished. Though the two had never loved in their previous lives, now, in this life, as Guardians named EMIYA and Chronas, they were meant to be together. They were meant to be in love with each other only in this life.
Author's Note: What did you think? I always felt sad for Shirou being so alone during his life as EMIYA and I felt like Chronas, another guardian in a different lifetime, would be perfect for him. I hope this pic made sense, it's supposed to be more stream of consciousness to go along with the theme of the ethereal world of the Root where Time and Space no longer mean anything.
R&R please!
