“Every strangled gasp makes me want you more.” He moved his body across Kirei’s, moaning out his words, “Every ‘no’ resonates through me like you are screeeeeaaming yes.”
Kirei gritted his teeth against the feeling of Gilgamesh’s body against his. Of the unwanted words in his ears. He was still partially asleep, and wished the King of Heroes would stop trying to sneak into his bed while he slept.
“Leave me alone, Gilgamesh.” He couldn’t help using his name. Just like he couldn’t help the sexual tone that his voice carried when he said it.
“Ohhh, say it again, Kirei.” the blond man cooed. “Say my name again. It sounds so dirty.”
Kirei twisted his head to the side, straining his neck as he pulled away. Gilgamesh was stronger than he looked, and twisted his small body around Kirei like some kind of snake, refusing to leave or be pushed away. His words taunted and teased, holding his mind in a vice with its seductive and jabbing tone. He was being more forceful than he had been the previous nights. Typically all Kirei had to do to get rid of him was snap something angering and the king would leave. But tonight was different, he didn’t seem to be keen on leaving at all, and it was starting to worry the priest.
It wasn’t right...what they were doing; Kirei repeated to himself as he fought with his body to continue to struggle away. It should have been easy to push the little blond away from him. He was so tiny in comparison. So lean. So perfectly slender…
“Kirei Kotomine...say my name again...let it fill your mouth.” Gilgamesh laughed softly, dragging his tongue against the throbbing vein in Kirei’s neck.
The larger man’s breath escaped in silent pants and he wrapped his hands around Gilgamesh’s tiny waist, lifting him up slightly.
The king let himself be moved, enjoying the mental anguish that the object of his lust was obviously in. “You’re so torn between what you think your God wants, and what your body desires…” he commented, intentionally bumping his thigh against the priest’s groin.
“God isn’t here, Kirei….I am. Let your carnal desires take hold of you for once. Give in.”
Kirei whimpered out a guilty moan as Gilgamesh’s thigh rubbed against him, coaxing a shuddering pleasure from him until he almost wanted to give in. “ngh….Gilgam-esh….stop.”
“Oh...I don’t think so…” the blond snickered, “You’ve kept me waiting long enough...”
Kirei’s eyes widened as Gilgamesh’s hands snaked under his robe. He was still holding him up, a position the smaller man didn’t mind one bit. He was dangling over all the uninhibited access he could desire for the moment and quickly found his way around the cloth. It fell open under his touch and he smiled, dipping his head down to begin kissing the trembling chest before him, but being stopped just short of contact. Confused, he stretched his neck slightly, trying to reach him. Kirei held him up higher, avoiding kisses by a mere inch. Gilgamesh chuckled softly, his hot breath hitting Kirei’s chest right before his strong tongue flicked across his skin.
Kirei shuddered a gasp and dug his nails into the other man’s sides, “Gah! Gilgamesh, Stop!”
“Your mouth continues to say no, mongrel…” he smiled, knee still tucked between Kirei’s legs, “But your body...doesn’t lie to me. If you really wanted me to stop, you would just toss me out.”
“What, so you could just apparate into my bed again??” Kirei growled
“Well, I didn’t say it would work, but.” He pressed his knee harder against him, “You could try. Go ahead, Kirei. Throw me across the room.” His crimson eyes flashed with his taunting smile.
“Stop talking.”
“Make me.” he teased, knocking his knee forward.
Kirei yelped and let him fall, tensing against the impact. Gilgamesh laughed, not bothering to catch himself with anything more than his teeth on Kirei’s collarbone. He bit down hard, nearly drawing blood before Kirei grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back, Gilgamesh’s teeth snapped shut and he laughed at the sudden pain, “haha, finally some fight out of you, mongrel. I was hoping that you wouldn’t start to bore me.”
Kirei snarled, looking down at the smirking man on top of him, “You may be a king, Gilgamesh, But I am still your master. And I am telling you to stop, this instant.”
Gilgamesh wasn’t phased in the slightest. Quite the opposite; the harsh words glanced off his ego like water on oilcloth and he tossed his golden hair from his eyes, “Now now, Kirei...Don’t get heated in the wrong way.” he put his palms on the trembling chest and pushed himself up, not caring if the pressure bruised the ribs he was leaning on, “Although I do wonder….” His tongue flicked across his lips and he grabbed the sides of Kirei’s robe, ripping it from his torso and arms with a couple fierce yanks. The torn fabric fell to the sides and Gilgamesh traced the sharp lines of a single, red seal of Kirei’s arm. “I wonder how many of these command seals I can make you use in a single night with me.” he snickered wickedly, looking into Kirei’s eyes.
They looked back at him with nothing more than a dull mix of lust and horror and he snickered again. “Tonight, Kirei Kotomine, I am YOUR king. Your king, master, and teacher. Because….I think.” He smiled, sliding his hand down Kirei’s firm stomach, “That this is your first time….isn’t it?”
Kirei gritted his teeth to keep from gasping, “Tsk! Don’t be foolish, Gilgamesh. I had a wife once.”
Gilgamesh was genuinely surprised by the news; although he had meant that it was his first time with a man, he was still surprised that he had been married once. He couldn’t imagine it….this man before him certainly didn’t seem like he had been married to anything but his own stupid reasons for existing. He was shocked...but instead of showing it, he went a different, more self serving route with his newfound knowledge. “And did she satisfy you, Kirei?” He hissed with a smile, finally reaching the growing shame between the priest’s legs. “Did you desire her? Did you ravage her until your body was spent, and your muscles trembled with aching pleasure?”
Kirei tensed beneath his words, gritting his teeth and twitching away from the wandering touch. “stop….”
“Did your knees buckle when your lips touched hers?” he continued, brushing his own warm mouth across Kirei’s shoulder, leaving a moist trail in his tongue’s wake. The cold air from the room made Kirei shiver. Especially when Gilgamesh sucked in a breath over the path of saliva he had just left, quickly cooling his skin and sending a tingle through his back. Gilgamesh’s hand slid across Kirei’s member, accompanied by a breathy laugh in Kirei’s ear, “Your body isn’t lying to me anymore, Kirei…” He moaned softly for Kirei’s benefit, “You’re already getting hard, and I’ve barely touched you…”
Kirei bit back a moan of his own and twisted his head harshly away from Gilgamesh. It was shameful, what he was feeling. Shameful that he wanted the king to continue touching him. Gilgamesh’s hungry eyes gazed upon his torment. He had originally intended to force him into submission if he had to. Shit, he would have opened the Gates of Babylon if the need arose, just to keep the priest under him and begging. He didn’t care if he was begging for more, or to be let go, he just wanted to hear his gasping breath, to fill those dull brown eyes with something fiery and passionate.
But his original violent plan was morphing into something else. Something psychological. He knew Kirei was capable of putting up a fight, he had seen it plenty of times. But there was something else boiling under the surface of the larger man’s weak defense.
Desperation.
Gilgamesh smirked at the realization. If it WAS desperation that he was sensing, then he was going to go a whole different route. If the game at hand was simply “touch me right” then the night was going to be much more fun than he had previously thought.
Damn, he wanted the mongrel to look at him, but both his hands were busy, and he couldn’t reach his face. Time for a new tactic.
He lowered his voice, shedding its commanding tones and shielding his dominance with a soft whisper, “Kirei, look at me…”
The response was immediate as Kirei’s defenses lowered slightly and he twisted his head, albeit against his better judgement. Gilgamesh lowered his eyelids slightly, parting his mouth submissively and releasing a hot breath. His slow blink was the only thing that broke their eye contact, his moan nearly silent as he lowered himself onto Kirei’s chest. Kirei held his breath, letting the slow contact wash over him. Every inch of Gilgamesh rolled over his torso, forcing his back to arch into the feeling.
God, he wanted it so bad.
No...he didn’t. He wanted Gilgamesh to leave. Wanted him to just fight the damn battles and win the grail. He wanted him to stop teasing him, to stop making sly comments. He wanted those perfectly long fingers to get away from him, to stop wrapping around his disobedient cock. To stop touching him so perfectly. He didn’t want those crimson eyes to flash or look into his soul. He didn’t want the king to drag his tongue across those perfect lips ever again. He didn’t want to feel those prodding eyes all over his body, undressing him, touching him, taking him.. And he certainly didn’t want his thumb to slide across the --- “AAHH!” He jolted upward into Gilgamesh’s soft touch, both his hands gripping the sheets on his bed, eyes screwed shut. “GILGAMESH STOP!!”
The blond didn’t stop and he mentally congratulated himself for finding exactly what Kirei wanted so quickly. He slicked his thumb over the newly moistened tip of Kirei’s throbbing erection and continued whispering in his ear as he began stroking him. “Ohhh, Kirei. Yess. Doesn’t that feel good?” he let the priest’s breath catch in his throat before slipping another comment into his mind, “Don’t you want to feel more? To feel the heat of pleasure rise within you?”
Kirei squirmed under him in a halfhearted attempt to get away, all the while continuing to push upward into him. His hips bucked against the bed and he heard a loud snap as the cheap fitted sheet popped off the corner of the mattress. He didn’t dare open his eyes, it felt like Gilgamesh had taken control of his mind, possessing him to comply with some instinctual desire. He wanted to feel something. Anything. He had searched so long to feel SOMETHING, and now he was...and it terrified him. Gilgamesh terrified him.
“Ohhhh Kirei, yes….just like that.” the seductive voice yanked Kirei out of his own mind and he snapped his eyes open. Somehow the blond had shed his own clothes and maneuvered himself between Kirei’s legs.
Kirei’s eyebrows shot up as his eyes widened. His legs! How had they wrapped around Gilgamesh without him realizing? Why was his body betraying him!? Anger flooded his brain and he shoved against Gilgamesh’s chest with all his might. The unsuspecting blond flew to the end of the bed and bounced once before landing in a shocked huff. “Ak! Mongrel!”
Kirei didn’t wait for him to finish his degrading sentence before shooting his hand across the bed and wrapping around Gilgamesh’s thin throat.
“Haha, Kire---akk.” He tried to laugh, but the hand squeezed tighter, crushing against his windpipe. He wrapped his own hands around Kirei’s wrist, trying to pull away, but instead of letting go, the priest flung him back first onto the bed. “Ah!” The fight was back in Kirei’s eyes and he pulled his lips back in a smile as he choked Gilgamesh out. The servant clawed at Kirei’s hand, writhing to get away.
Kirei smiled down at the sight of his oxygen deprived servant. “You’re a blight on this earth, Gilgamesh, King of Heroes.” he let his eyes wander down the choking man’s body. “You look even better this way.” he continued squeezing his neck as his own breath grew slightly ragged. He really did want him. Maybe just once wouldn’t hurt…….
Gilgamesh let his airflow be cut off, continuing the submissive act he had manufactured a few minutes ago. It was working wonderfully and Kirei was falling perfectly into his trap. His master’s eyes were already wandering down his body, and he twisted his hips slightly for added effect. Kirei responded by curling his lip back and shoving Gilgamesh further up the bed. “Ah! Kirei! Please!” He choked out, struggling harder.
Gilgamesh kicked against his torso, egging on the priest’s controlling behaviour while he struggled to hold his flailing limbs down with his spare hand, only managing to grab one of the king’s legs and pin it to the bed, “Stop coming after me, Gilgamesh.” He snarled lustily.
Gilgamesh gave one last kick to Kirei’s chest, quickly sliding his foot down his stomach and pressing against Kirei’s groin, simultaneously giving him a pitiful look and letting out a little sob.
Kirei smiled and loosened his grip, looking into the dark crimson eyes.
It was too much, he couldn’t take it anymore, his body wouldn’t let him. He pressed his lips harshly against the pinned man, sucking in his taste. The foot on his erection spurred him on as it massaged against him, luring him further down his path of pleasure. He broke the kiss, moving onto Gilgamesh’s neck. His tongue was the first to hit skin, followed swiftly by his lips and teeth.
Gilgamesh’s eyes rolled back into his head and he didn’t have to fake the long moan that left his mouth.
Oh yes, this is exactly what he had wanted…
Kirei’s kisses devoured his neck, sucking at his flesh and driving his teeth down past his skin and into his muscle. Gilgamesh loved the feeling of the huge hands moving over his skin, their movements almost frantic as they explored him. Warm blood ran down his chest from the bruising incisions that Kirei was leaving on his skin.
“Kirei, oh yes.” he arched his back and ran his hand up through the soft brown hair, wrapping his limbs around the strong torso and sliding his body across Kirei’s, “Yes….” he moaned, letting his eyes fall to his own shoulders, where Kirei was making a slick mess of blood and saliva. Large red welts dotted his shoulders and he smiled, trailing a few fingers down his own collarbone. He stopped at Kirei’s mouth, touching his lips gently. The touch stopped the priest’s fixation, and he let Gilgamesh’s hand guide his face up until he was looking him in the eye. The eye contact made his heart race and he felt something slip around his tongue. Anxious, he closed his lips around the foreign object while Gilgamesh mesmerized him with a smile. Fingers….
Gilgamesh’s fingers were in his mouth.
He sucked on them lightly. At first.
But the longer they stayed in his mouth, the more they twisted around his tongue, the harder he took them.
“I love how eager you are, mongrel.” Gilgamesh couldn’t help regaining his dominance, even as he stayed wrapped around Kirei’s trembling body.
Kirei snarled slightly and Gilgamesh took his fingers away, quickly moving his hand between his own legs and twisting his body to get a better angle. He knew he needed the priest in a position that his body wouldn’t let him get out of, and that was the only way Gilgamesh consoled himself as he slipped his fingers into his own entrance. The feel of entering himself made his breath catch and he dug his nails into Kirei’s back as he scissored his other fingers inside. He knew the eager man on top of him wasn’t going to bother preparing him, and he didn’t feel like dealing with unnecessary pain. If someone was going to feel pain tonight, it was going to be the insolent man who called himself “Master”.
The whole thing only took as long as it took him to catch Kirei’s eye and give him another submissive bat of his eyelashes.
“Take me, Kirei…” the words sounded artificially sweet coming from his smiling mouth, and Kirei knew it didn’t matter what he did...Gilgamesh was in control.
“Shut up.” He said, for good measure, and shoved his hand into Gilgamesh’s chest. His hand wrapped quickly around Gilgamesh’s ankle and he shoved his leg out of the way, quickly moving over the smaller man.
It felt so wrong, but he couldn’t help it. His face and shoulders flushed as he touched himself against Gilgamesh’s waiting body. A last feeling of panic washed over him and he thought about pulling away.
A moment too late…
Gilgamesh thrust himself forward, forcing Kirei inside him. Kirei gasped loudly, his eyes slamming shut as his body completely disobeyed his mind.
Gilgamesh couldn’t help a smile as he watched the Priest’s conflicted pleasure. Obviously his body was enjoying itself, but his mind wouldn’t shut off. Gilgamesh rocked his hips upward, matching the quickening rhythm that Kirei was creating. It had been too long for both men, and Kirei’s repression had finally found a willing outlet. He felt like he was going to rip the smaller man in half, and he didn’t care.
Gilgamesh certainly didn’t care; His body was bounced mercilessly against the sheets and each thrust forced a heated breath from his lungs. He put his hands against the headboard, pushing hard against it, trying to control the ever quickening pace of his repressed lover. “Ah! Ah, Kirei,” he gasped the other man’s name, forsaking the headboard in favour of clawing at Kirei’s back. His nails were long, and he could feel the flesh peeling off Kirei’s broad shoulders. The pain both enraged and excited Kirei, and he arched his back, grabbing Gilgamesh’s hips and slamming him into the mattress, “Hold Still,” he growled, slamming himself completely into the king. It was everything he never knew he wanted. Gilgamesh was always talking about the pleasures in life...well this was certainly one of them. Wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed over him, drowning him in sweet release. He ached for more, his muscles trembled each time their flesh touched. Every sweet moan made his spine tingle. He opened his eyes and saw Gilgamesh writhing under him, his smooth back arched up, his beautiful face twisted with pleasure. One hand was on Kirei’s shoulder, digging into his flesh, and the other pressed against the headboard as he let himself be ridden right to the brink of pleasure. Kirei wanted more than anything to leave the king trembling and wanting more.To leave him a hot mess and not let him finish. To make him suffer...but unless he could hurry his own body over the edge, he knew the king would make sure he couldn’t leave him in such a state.
Gilgamesh felt hesitation rising in the other man and looked up at him, face heated, eyes dark. “Don’t stop.” his voice was low, and as commanding as it was, it was also fevered with lust.
Kirei pulled back slightly, eyes widening as his veil of control was lifted. His already heavy breathing threatened to cause hyperventilation, and suddenly the thought of letting Gilgamesh get the satisfaction of making him cum was horrific. His hips continued pushing toward Gilgamesh but he shoved him away with his arms. “Get away from me.” His words were frantic, but empty. He wanted to finish. He wanted so bad to scream and claw at the man under him, to tremble in the mess they had made when it was all over. He wanted the shame, the pain of pleasure, No…...he couldn’t.
He yanked back quickly, whimpering when he pulled out of the warm king. All the pleasure that had built inside him turned instantly to disgust and he slapped a hand over his mouth.
“NO!” Gilgamesh yelped, scrambling upward. His reptilian eyes flashed bright red and his pupils looked shot. “You bastard, you rabid mongrel!” He bared his teeth, slashing a clawed hand out at Kirei’s face, slicing through his cheek before he shoved Kirei backward into the mattress. The priest’s head made a satisfying clunk on the footboard and for a second, everything went black for him.
All the time Gilgamesh needed to force himself between his legs and into him. “You little slut.” He slid himself in partially, slapping Kirei across the face, “Wake up.”
Kirei’s eyelids fluttered and he tried weakly to struggle. But the king wasn’t about to be denied any longer, and as soon as he was certain Kirei was fully awake, he shoved his aching erection in fully. “Feel me, Kirei Kotomine.” he snarled through the larger man’s screech. “Feel this. All that you desired can be yours.” He thrust in fast and hard, not caring how much pain Kirei must have been in. It only took a few moments to return him to the pleasure he had been feeling a minute ago, and he grabbed a fistful of Kirei’s hair, kissing him harshly as he fucked him. A few violent thrusts was all it took for him to release and he screamed into Kirei’s throbbing neck.
A searing pain leaked out of Kirei’s entrance and he reeled against the feeling. He was unceremoniously exited and left on the bed, humiliated. His sweat soaked, tattered robes clinging to his body. Gilgamesh had won.
An overwhelming feeling of warmth suddenly enveloped his aching cock and a long, unwavering moan escaped his dry lungs. Gilgamesh’s hands were on his hips, holding him steady as he sucked around him. Kirei covered his face with his hands, muffling his cries and shielding the tears that ran into his ears. He was nothing anymore, and he lay still while the king pleasured his body. He heard himself groan, felt his body vibrate against the bed. His mind felt fuzzy..his ears were ringing...and then suddenly...there it was.
His entire body convulsed as Gilgamesh showed him the most all encompassing pleasure he had ever felt. It was more than that...it was paradise.
The shame, and lust, and pleasure, and horror all melted into one as he came. He bit hard at the webbing between his thumb and forefinger, restricting his own cries as he unloaded into the King of Heroes throat. He could feel the lips curl into a smile and heard something wet hit the ground.
He couldn’t look...he couldn’t bear to look at him now.
Gilgamesh spat the liquid onto the ground, smiling triumphantly and drawing the back of his hand across his mouth. “Beautiful.” He said softly, stroking a hand down Kirei’s soaked stomach. “I knew I could find the pleasure in you somewhere…”
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There was a man in Bulgaria who drove a train for a living.
He loved his job, driving a train had been his dream ever since he was a child.
He loved to make the train go as fast as possible.
Unfortunately, one day he was a little too reckless and caused a crash.
He made it out, but a single person died.
Well, needless to say, he went to court over this incident.
He was found guilty, and was sentenced to death by electrocution.
When the day of the execution came, he requested a single banana as his last meal.
After eating the banana, he was strapped into the electric chair.
The switch was flown, sparks flew and smoke filled the air- but nothing happened.
The man was perfectly fine.
Well, at the time, there was an old Bulgarian law that said a failed execution was a sign of divine intervention, so the man was allowed to go free.
And somehow, he managed to get his old job back driving the train.
Having not learned his lesson at all, he went right back to driving the train with reckless abandon.
Once again, he caused a train to crash, this time killing two people.
The trial went much the same as the first, resulting in a sentence of execution.
For his final meal, the man requested two bananas.
After eating the bananas, he was strapped into the electric chair.
The switch was thrown, sparks flew, smoke filled the room- and the man was once again unharmed.
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And once again, he somehow manages to get his old job back.
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On the day of his execution, he requested his final meal- three bananas.
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Well, it was against protocol, but the man was strapped in to the electric chair without a last meal.
The switch was pulled, sparks flew, smoke filled the room- and the man was still unharmed.
The executioner was speechless.
The man looked at the executioner and said "Oh, the bananas had nothing to do with it. I'm just a bad conductor."
