Messing with the Two Knights

"Cú...what are you-"

The blue-haired man placed a thumb on her lips tenderly, caressing her face before placing his mouth onto hers.

Her eyes widened in shock, and when she finally returned to her senses, she tried to pry herself from the taller man's grip, pushing him away as hard as she could.

But he was way too strong, and he held her in place so easily that it was like all her efforts were nothing to him.

Earlier that day...

"A duel," the older Lancer suggested to his fellow Irishman. The day was coming to a close. It was the perfect time for a spar. He was itching to get away from the mundane tasks of the humans of this time. Sure, everything was easier, but there was just no more thrill. What became of the days men would go hunting in the woods for food, or new pelts? What happened to the brawling over women and drink? (The former, he discovered, were not as easy a catch as they used to be, but that suited him. He preferred females that bite. In fact, he might've been interested in the short blondie if his friend wasn't so drop-dead in love with her.) And so, Cú was what every Celtic man would be if they were forcefully placed in this age: bored.

"Sorry, but I must decline."

Ugh.

Well, there goes his last chance of entertainment. The dark-haired man didn't even look the least bit sorry. He was smiling like those hormonal teenage young'uns who just happened to pass by a pretty lass. Cú wasn't sure whether to think that was accurate or not, since Saber was a pretty lass and Diarmuid was younger by a couple...decades. Anyway, it's not like he wasn't aware that Diarmuid had a particular fancy to Saber. He was. It's just that it had been getting a little out of hand. Thrice already had their 'daily' duels been put off so Diarmuid could go see the King of Knights. This makes four.

"Well, I'll be off," the dark-haired man announced, slipping out the door with a bounce in his step.

Boredom was becoming the norm here. Cú wanted some sort of amusement. Something. Anything...

Ding!

And just like magic, he had a crazy idea. With wide, excited eyes and a sly grin, the red-eyed spearman flew out of the room, spotting his target in the front yard of the Emiya house. He let himself in the compound, without bothering to use the door, knowing Diarmuid would come through there. He appeared in front of the blonde just as she entered the dojo.

"Saber, I am in need of your help," the blue man stated coyly.

The King of Knights smiled. Oh what a pretty, innocent little face.

"Well, all right, how may I be of assistance?"

Cú returned her smile with a smirk, catching Diarmuid entering the room in the corner of his eye.

"Don't move."

And before she saw it coming, he pressed his lips to hers.

...

Diarmuid's reaction came in three stages.

The first was shock.

The second was anger.

The third was I'm gonna kill you.

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Well, at least Cú got his duel...

But when a sword had missed his throat by an inch and two spears impaled themselves in the wall on both sides of his head, he wondered if it was really a good idea to mess with the two knights.

Heya!

I hope you liked this one, despite it being so short!

:P It's my first time playing with Cú Chulainn! I really like his character, and I just think he's cute with Saber, not exactly as a romantic interest but like one of those guy-friends you know she'll never be with but that doesn't mean they can't share a few flirtatious moments here and there. That kind of role especially seems to fit him, with his fiery, brutish, bestial attitude and fighting style, in contrast to Diarmuid, who fights a lot like Saber does.

I didn't publish this one right off the bat, since I was waiting for my other fic, The Play of Fate's storyline to catch up and introduce him. (Go check it out! ;) It takes longer to update, but I'm doing my best!)

As usual, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for all the favorites, reviews, and follows! You all deserve cookies!

Until next time! (which will be soon since I feel bad about this being so short)

-akampana