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It was a shame, really. Almost every mission you needed to go to made Casters absolutely useless — which consequently made you focus your attention on other Servants that are of different classes. All of your Casters understood the problem. Or at least all but one; which, to no one’s surprise, happened to be the King of Heroes — or the Wise King. Each time you bond with your other Servants during and after missions, you felt a pair of eyes staring directly at you. It was easy to ignore, knowing there are better things to worry about than investigating why you’re being constantly stared at.
Or at least, that’s the proper routine for almost a week until you got fed up with that irritating feeling at the back of your head.
Another day, another mission done, and you’re just chatting along with Mandricardo until you felt a pair of eyes on you once more. It was now the perfect time to take a look at who’s being annoying with their eyes, turning to your head to see an unsurprisingly angry Gilgamesh. Nope, it’s time to keep ignoring that feeling. He’ll get over it eventually, and things will be smooth sailing. The conversation kept going… at least until you felt an arm wrapping around you from behind, pulling you into the body heat warmth of a bare chest.
Of course ignoring Gilgamesh wasn’t going to be easy. It was quiet for a minute before one of your Riders lets out a cough. “W-Well, I uh…” Mandricardo began making awkward gestures. It’s not hard to guess that he’s trying to think of an excuse to leave on the stop. “I’ll… I’ll be seein’ ya around or later… or somethin’, Master.” There’s a nervous sigh that left him as he began walking away to the opposite direction, mumbling things that you couldn’t catch. You turned your head to watch the poor Rider’s retreating form. You wanted to call out for him, wanting him to come back — but your Caster’s pouty noises brought you to stop, making you look up at him with brows knotted together, complimenting the frown that’s now on your lips.
You don’t even know where to begin with this; you were mad, ready to scold the Caster for scaring off another Servant from your presence. “What the fuck is your problem, Gil?” The question left your throat before you even had the chance to really think through how you want to dissect the constant situation. You wanted to pause in your movements so you could talk to the other proper, but the way he pushed on against you prevented you from doing so. Finally did you manage to stop the both of you from moving on, shaking out of his hold to look at Gilgamesh with hands on your hips.
You were waiting semi-patiently, and in response, Gilgamesh simply crossed his arms and looked away with a frown. “I just don’t like how he has been talking to you,” he responded, and you caught the very specific tone that was laced in his answer. Your hands slid off from the grip of your hips, your arms dangling on your sides with a frown. Before you had the chance to speak, the King continued. “I also don’t like how you’ve been ignoring me. Preferring the others over me. Leaving me in the dust as if I don’t matter.”
Ah.
The expression on your face softened for a moment, before letting out a sigh. “Are you jealous?” There was barely a chance to think it over, before Gilgamesh responded with a quick “no.”
Yeah, you’re jealous.
There’s another sigh that left you, your hand reaching up to rub the irritation out of your forehead. “Gil, sweetheart, the missions I’ve been going to put you and other Casters at a disadvantage. You’re not the only one I’ve been sitting out-” You stopped in your words when you noticed the look on his face. That wasn’t actually the problem, huh? You fell quiet for a moment, blinking as your lips pressed gently shut into a frown.
“Are you worried that I’m just going to drop you for another person completely?” Your question was met with silence, and the look on his face definitely answered the question. You flashed the other a reassuring smile, getting close to him before pulling him into an embrace, to which he immediately took and held you tightly and rather possessively.
“... I don’t appreciate the constant neglect you’ve been giving me in general.”
He didn’t deny it, either.
You opened your mouth to speak before they closed shut. Well, you have been sort of doing that, huh? Though it was an instinctual reaction from judging pair of eyes, and avoiding the guaranteed complaints from the King of Heroes. You let out a ‘pop’ with your lips, now looking anywhere but Gilgamesh’s way. “I didn’t really mean to do that — your gaze has just been steering me away for a bit-” you paused yourself from continuing, feeling like that was the worst explanation to ever leave your lips. With an uncomfortable shift, you pulled back to give your favorite Caster a little frown.
“Y’know what? Instead of just trying to give a reason — or shitty ass excuses, rather — how about I just make it up to you?” You offered with an apologetic grin, Gilgamesh staring back at you blankly as he thought about it before a wide grin appeared on his lips. “Oh, you definitely will make it up to me.” And suddenly, you’re having alternate thoughts.
Before you could get the chance to bring up any other ideas, the King picked you up into a bridal style, carrying you off to what is definitely his room. “S-So, what’s going to be in store?” You asked nervously, thoughts slowly becoming jumbled as Gilgamesh pushed himself into his room, kicking the door behind him shut before carrying you to bed, dropping you right onto it. “We’re just going to have to do this, as you put some strategies, the ‘old fashioned way’.”
You opened your mouth to make a comment, though it quickly closed as Gilgamesh climbed right on top of you. You barely noticed your face was redder than a tomato, especially with the way the Caster smirked down at you. “I suppose a physical reminder for everyone that you already belong to someone is in order, don’t you think?”
That could mean a lot of things-
The thoughts were abruptly interrupted when you felt a pair of lips press onto your own. It certainly caught you by surprise, though you almost immediately melted into the kiss. A whine left you when Gilgamesh’s lips left yours, now trailing down from your lips to your jawline and now down to your neck. A light moan escaped your lips when he found the sweet spot, now claiming his mark with a bite and suckle on your flesh.
A low hum left the Caster, seeming more than pleased with the noise that left you. His wandering hand began to slither its way up your shirt, tracing gently along your skin and onto your scar. It sent a pleasant shudder down your spine, before feeling cool fingertips trail right onto your nipple, making light circles before pinching, causing you to arch your back with a little yelp. A chuckle left Gilgamesh, pulling his head away from your neck to watch you lightly squirm under his teasing hands.
“Mm… Though neglecting me doesn’t deserve satisfying results.”
Oh, this is going to be a long, slow night. Not that you would be complaining, of course. Just a way to apologize to your favorite Caster, of course.
~o~
BANG!
“(Your Name)!”
That was certainly a hell of an alarm clock. Now, why is your beloved Servant screaming your name in such— wait, hold up. “Now, why are you— ohoho! I see!” Oh, for fuck’s sake. As much as you didn’t want to, your eyes cracked open before removing the covers from over your head. Ah, it’s the King of Heroes that barged into your room (as opposed to the Wise King that’s currently glaring daggers at him), who was grinning ear-to-ear. “You know what? I’ll come back later. Hope you had a good time old man-” The Archer was quick to leave the room as the familiar sounds of golden, glowing ripples made their appearance. “Ah, Kur… Couldn’t even rest in peace.” Fwop. You slowly turned your head as soon as the golden-haired Caster dropped back into bed. “Well, I think in general we won’t get any peace for the next week.” You mumbled in response as you turned in your bed to cuddle up against Gilgamesh.
Well, a lack of peace from Gilgamesh’s other forms… Honestly makes you wonder how the hell he managed to be a Ruler at some weird point.