A:N/ There is sex in this chapter. So, don't like it? I highly suggest you don't read!
Eve L. Kitty: Ha! I'd be scared for Gilgamesh actually..:X
FloralLover: I'm so glad you noticed this! I wanted to show that attraction or love doesn't start off with beauty or having a sexy body, but intellect and sharing or arguing each other's views. Nowadays, it's like "oh, two attractive characters, sex, and happy ending." No, I want to give depth to the characters. At the end of this chapter or the next, you'll even find that maybe finally having sex with the person you're attracted to isn't such a bright idea to begin with anyways...:x
Aria was getting drunk. She cursed, inwardly. She couldn't help herself since the wine tasted so damn good, but she would never admit it to the arrogant pain in the ass she was facing. Noticing her trembling form, she remembered that Gilgamesh was watching her, more like staring at her from across the balcony from where he sat on couch, lazily. The servants had retired and the table was cleared except for the glorious jugs of wine.
He looked amused as he stared at the trembling cup in Aria's hand.
"You're not going to win, Aria. Give it up." Gilgamesh laughed, placing his elbow on the armrest of the couch and smirked at her.
"I can beat you, you bastard." Aria shot back, getting a firmer grip with the cup in her hand.
"You're already feeling the effects of the wine, and I'm as sober as you normal uptight bitchy self." Gilgamesh smirked.
Aria raised an eyebrow and gave him a challenging smile, "Oh? Has the King of Uruk thrown out his noble upbringing with those words? I'm a lady; you don't get to talk to me that way." Aria felt herself slurring her words especially when she said lady. Damn, she sounded like a drowsy kid who didn't get to take a nap. Wait, did she just stick her tongue out? Okay, she was drunk.
"I'm going to win and you're going to let me move my belongings to a different room." Aria said, determined on the bet they had placed prior to the drinking contest they agreed on. She was going to win, although, a hiccup did escape from her mouth which seemed to encourage Gilgamesh, who just stared at her, amused.
He swirled the contents around in his drink, deep in his thoughts.
"Okay, but if I win, you owe me a kiss." He countered, excited and craving to see her reaction. He wanted to see the challenging glare she would give him or the shocked disgusted stare that would leave her beautiful mouth open.
But, he was greeted with an obnoxious, unladylike snort. Like an old man who had trouble breathing in his sleep. Followed by the snort was a laugh and a rolling of eyes, Gilgamesh clutched his cup again.
Was he frustrated or amused? He was King of all. His predictions were always correct and his foresight never failed him, but this woman managed to become unpredictable and proved herself to have a brighter foresight than he ever thought someone could possibly have. How?
He didn't pick any emotion to explain the way he was feeling. All he knew it was a very bad idea to be very drunk with a very vulnerable unpredictable woman. Especially when that woman's brother was not that far from this room at the very moment.
"In your dreams and in my nightmares and over my really dead body." Aria retorted as she fell on the couch, her body draped on in the laziest form possible and she downed her cup in one gulp.
All Gilgamesh noticed was the silhouette that her golden dress outlined. Such a beauty, but not obtainable.
Oh, he was going to be in trouble if he didn't think of something quick. He looked away and decided to stare at the vast land in front of him. Nothing was attractive about sand.
"You need to go to your room now, Aria." Gilgamesh stated, curtly, his hands, now free of the golden cup which he abruptly set down, were grasping on to the railing as if clutching for dear life.
Aria didn't seem to notice and gave him a smirk which he would've been proud of if it didn't look so damn enticing. "Giving up already, King Gilgamesh?" She taunted, sweetly. The straps of her dress were starting to fall loose at the abrupt action of her sitting up. As drunk as she was, Gilgamesh was sure she didn't notice, but he did. Oh, how he did.
Shaking his head, Gilgamesh trained his eyes to her flushed, proud face and returned the smirk, "I made a promise to your brother to take care of you."
Aria scoffed and stood up, dizzily. "He has no control over me. I'm not a little girl anymore." She slurred, angrily.
There it is. The angry lioness he longed to awaken instead of a seductive maiden. Gilgamesh calmed himself down. Now, there won't be any more problems.
"Oh? You're a big girl now?" Gilgamesh chuckled at the redness of Aria's cheeks.
She crossed her arms and nodded, childishly.
"He's still your elder, Aria. You should at least respect him." Gilgamesh said, noticing that the topic of Enkidu was always an angry topic for Aria, but he had to know. He had to get to the bottom of it. He owed it to his best friend for always being there for him. Plus, he was staring at his sister's boobs a minute ago.
Gilgamesh chuckled at the thought, but he grew serious. He did owe it to his friend to give him the one things he's been craving for since Gilgamesh met him. The forgiveness of Aria.
"Respect? He doesn't deserve respect for surrendering his loyalty to a pompous bastard. He doesn't respect women or the gods who raised him. He certainly didn't respect me." Aria hissed, bitterly. She began to shiver which caught Gilgamesh's attention.
He gave a sharp nod, "Let's go inside. It's getting cold."
Aria consented as she walked in before him. He motioned for her to sit on his bed, but she shot him a warning glare intoning a threat if he were to try to do anything. He simply smirked at her accusing glare and sat across from her on his own study chair next to his tactical map.
"He's trying now." Gilgamesh explained, reaching for another pitcher of wine placed before them in the early supper table they had dined on moments ago. He reached out and gave her another cup which she downed in one second.
"He. Left. Me. He left me with no one. What kind of brother does that?" She asked, bitterly, standing up and sitting back down as soon as the alcohol hit her.
"The gods did that. They gave him a task and he had to leave. What choice did he have?" Gilgamesh stated, curtly.
Aria just brought her slender legs up and hugged them close to her chest, "That's the thing. Why couldn't he just fight to stay with me or take me with him. He's always been strong. He could've taken me with him, but he didn't," Aria retaliated, the fresh pain she must've felt when Enkidu left her was clear in her eyes, "But, he decided to stay here with you and never tried once to contact me."
It was quiet for some time between them. Gilgamesh knew this was another side of Aria. Maybe a drunken one, but it was still something she kept closely guarded. She was vulnerable now and he didn't know how to make of that. Usually, they would've had their clothes off and sleeping if he had it his way. But, when he looked up to talk again, it was Aria. Not a random woman or goddess or human. Just Aria. It was the only way he could explain her.
Before he could open his mouth to speak, Aria cut him off, "I can see why he likes you though," Aria said, softly, but he noticed the bitter tone, "You and him balance each other out. It's terrifying how you guys are alike in the aspect of arrogance and strength, but it's beautiful they way you interact and live. I…watched your adventures."
Still quiet, Gilgamesh noticed the quiet tears that trailed down her cheeks.
"I was jealous of the idea of companionship. You're so close to him when I don't even know what to say to him." Aria laughed, bitterly. Her legs soon gave out for being in the position so long so she stood up and leaned against the bedpost, staring at her feet.
"Is that why you hate me?" Gilgamesh questioned, thinking he could finally maybe, ever so slowly, get to the root of the problem and figure it out, just like a king would.
Wrong move. Aria seemed to snap back into reality as soon as the topic of her brother was removed. Damn, he cursed, he should've poured more wine.
"Ha! No, not at all. You're arrogant, annoying, and hasty. Your forms of justice and your past crimes make me cringe and the dreams of killing you more worthwhile. You don't deserve anything you wish for because you never even truly suffered anything. You've always got what you wanted and needed. A crown, women, and riches have come to you easily. That's what disgusts me." Aria finished with a menacing laugh.
Angered and, maybe, a little hurt, Gilgamesh got up and grabbed a surprised Aria's arm and forced her to sit back down.
"Look, I don't know what the fuck your problem is with yourself. You may blame me, but I was never around for your whole entire life, princess. You're bipolar as fuck and you do whatever your big, bad owners tell you to do. No, don't talk," He glared at her as soon as she opened her mouth to retort, "Your brother loves you and talked, no, not even, STILL talks about you nonstop. He doesn't deserve the shit you give him. So, get off your high horse and stop playing victim, little girl." He let go of her shoulder and turned around to take another sip of his wine. He was drunk now. He could tell. He had submitted to his frustrating anger, easily.
Damn it. He can't be drunk, not at a time like this. He closed his eyes. It'll be okay anyways. In any moment, Aria would get up and leave his room, angrily, and he wouldn't have to be annoyed or whatever the fuck he was feeling with her at the moment and he would sleep. Ah, yes, sleep. Maybe, call a consort and fuck her until the bitter words of Aria would disappear from his mind.
He waited, but no sound came from behind him.
"Fine, you're right." Aria answered, curtly, still coldly, but it was an apology.
Why does this woman tempt him?
He turned to look at her, to wave her off and tell her goodnight and to just sleep on it, but he was stopped by the delicious, enticing vulnerable look on her face. She was biting her lip and her messy bun had come undone from all the arguing they had done. Stray hairs framed that delicate heart-shaped face he adored. He wanted to let her hair down and to help that dress fall off her body.
He wanted her. He was drunk, but he wanted her. No, I'm drunk, but I want her.
Before he knew it, Gilgamesh opened his fiery, conflicted eyes and gazed heavily on the beautiful woman before. Lust filled his form and Aria sensed it.
She sensed it, but it all happened too fast.
Gilgamesh pushed her down on to his bed, picking her up by her firm butt and pushing her body to the center of the bed. Aria let out a surprised gasp as soon as her hands were pinned above her head by calloused fingers.
Breathing heavily on top of her, Gilgamesh's bloody red eyes stared deep into her icy blue-green ones and before she could let out a sound, his mouth descended upon hers.
Hot. Fiery hot. Her mouth was being devoured by King Gilgamesh as he took the opportunity of her open mouth and he caressed his tongue with her own.
Aria felt her mouth reacting and her body moving against his own. It was addicting. Oh, she knew she was intoxicated with alcohol, but she couldn't help but think if it would feel this great kissing the man before her if she was sober.
She felt it dangerous to think that way and decided to succumb to the animalistic desires the King was showing.
His rough hands began to descend and caress her body as soon as he felt her relaxing against him and responding to his forceful kisses. He sat her up by her butt again and he ripped the dress from the back to the bottom, not even caring if there was a simpler way to take the dress off. Aria found her back against the headboard and her body bare of anything.
If Gilgamesh was disappointed, He didn't show it. Instead, he growled, which Aria felt herself reacting to with the obvious wetness she felt forming in her waiting sex. His eyes roved around her body and Aria felt herself getting impatient with his staring.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her and began to kiss him, forcefully. Gilgamesh smirked against her mouth and grabbed her butt with one hand and placed another hand on her milky upper thigh area, teasing her clit with two fingers, lightly.
Arching her back, Aria moaned, loudly. Gilgamesh, slightly horrified, covered her mouth with his and began to shush her. Pouting, she nodded which made him rub faster. He dared her to moan loudly because seeing her frustrated and flushed was such a welcoming sight to his animalistic chagrin.
Laying her down, Gilgamesh took off the remaining clothes that remained between them which were his pants. Aria didn't even get a chance to see his manhood because once he started suckling and biting her long, slender neck, she was in ecstasy.
Gilgamesh rarely took his time with women and sex. But, this was different. Aria was reacting to him, almost as needy as he was. He was the proud lion and she was the lioness he wanted to tame.
He took his time with her neck and he could tell she was beginning to lose it once he brought his attention to her breasts. They were as perky and big as he imagined they would be when she huffed, angrily, in those thin white dresses he had specially wanted for her. He flicked a nipple and she immediately arched her back even more.
He smirked. He caressed the other nipple with his tongue as he forcefully grabbed a handful of the other breast in his hand.
She was being good at quietly moaning and it bothered him. He wanted her to be bleeding on her lips from her biting them too hard to keep from moaning loudly.
He accepted the challenge.
He was busy suckling her breasts while his right hand was brought down to her clit once again. This time, he had no mercy. He rubbed, harder and harder. She was getting so wet and ready, and her body couldn't possibly bend more, but he wanted more.
He brought a finger to her mouth and he forced her mouth to open and brought it down once more to tease her even more.
He pushed his finger in. She bucked against his finger for more friction. Gilgamesh bit his lip. She seriously was fucking his finger and it was the sexiest thing ever.
Focusing on the challenge for her lips to bleed, he brought another finger to her mouth which she willingly opened her mouth for.
He put two fingers in. Wildly, she rode even faster and harder on his fingers and he felt her juices come down.
Waiting for her to relax from her orgasm, he noticed her eyes were shut and her intoxication was starting to make her feel sleepy.
Oh, that won't do.
He started licking down her left upper thigh and started getting closer to the destination. Aria had awoken by the time the tip of his tongue touched her clit.
He began to ferociously eat her out.
Aria began to softly moan and Gilgamesh smirked at the knowledge that she wanted to moan, loudly.
She tasted heavenly. He found himself addicted as his tongue lapped the juices she kept producing.
He couldn't wait anymore.
He sat up and looked down at the woman below him. Her eyes were open, halfway, and her mouth was cracked and dry. Beads of sweat were rolling down her body and her pale blonde hair was matted with sweat. She looked divine.
She noticed he was looking at her, as if asking her for permission. She simply scoffed.
Without any warning, he pushed himself inside.
Aria felt the pain first. She gritted her teeth, hard. He was big. So, so big. Okay, so, maybe his large ego wasn't compensating for something, but seriously?
He was inside and she felt him expand and she clenched her walls, in warning.
She smirked when she heard him groan a little.
He retaliated by thrusting really hard, once. Grunting, Aria still clenched her walls, stubbornly.
"That's it." Gilgamesh growled, angrily, "I tried being nice."
Before she knew it, Gilgamesh started thrusting himself inside her, fast and hard.
And damn, it felt amazing. She was biting her lip so hard, blood was starting to draw out.
"There it is." Gilgamesh groaned, seeming happy at the injury she was causing herself.
Angry that Gilgamesh was having the time of his life, even though she was to, but she wanted to win, so she clenched her walls, tightly, again.
"Aria!" He gasped at the sudden tightness and she felt something spill inside her.
With that over, Gilgamesh was on all fours on top of her and still inside her. He was panting, heavily.
Satisfied with completing her challenge, she smiled and said, "There it is."
Drowsiness soon took over and Aria had her eyes closed before she could see the proud face of King Gilgamesh crumble.
A:N/ Uh oh, why would his face crumble if he just had amazing sex? Stay tuned for the next chapter. Review!