[It's not as much of weaseling nor being let free, since Archer is ready to support his god if he needs to. Luckily Caster manages not to faceplant into floor. Good, now comes the harder part.]
You need blood. [Archer says flatly, dismissing his red overcoat and top. He takes a few steps forward, stopping at the edge of the bed.] Scoot over.
[He can't stand Caster looking so tired and worn out, the twinge of worry growing stronger. He'd give everything to help, be it mana, blood or even his life.]
This again...[ He wants to chastise Archer for bringing it around people, really. Leave the Servant bullshit to Servants, etc- but at least, at the very least, it didn't went as bad as previously, so the dude is learning his lesson.
Caster is not going to argue, there are more effective ways, sure. But those would involve others needlessly. ]
Don't get the bed dirty. [ He makes an attempt at joke as he moves closer ]
[It takes a bit of careful maneuvering, but Caster ends sprawled all over Archer, with head resting on his naked shoulder. It's a good position for mana transfer - if any blood is spilled it's going to land on Archer and not on sheets.]
Drink your fill. [Archer says tangling his fingers in long, blue hair. He tilts his head to the side, baring his neck for Caster.] The battle is over now.
...seriously? [ Caster mutters as he's made sit / lie on top of the other man
Really, that? How unexpected. He thought that Archer would use a cut somewhere, like on hand - more efficient and controlled in case something goes wrong. But he's giving him a free reign instead, how it goes, how much he takes, etc. In a sense, it is a sign of trust or- ]
That's how you like it?
[ "Your kink is not my kink and that's okay"- but is this really a moment to pull this shit? Kidding, kidding. See, he's better enough to make a deadpan attempt at a joke, surely there is no need to go this far ]
[Archer snorts. It could be endearing if Caster wasn't barely conscious. Who else in such state does manage snarky comments.]
What is there to like. [he murmurs quietly and braces for the pain. Sure, he is able to stand a lot, that's why he offered. Yet the position they're in and his state of undress makes him all too aware of Caster; skin on skin, light tickle of loose strands of hair, even the feel of fabric of Caster's clothes.]
Intimacy, I guess. [ Why to beat around the bush? He doesn't have energy for that, quite literally. There are more effective ways, simpler ways, maybe even he preferred it, because then it wouldn't feel so much like a choice.
His lips linger long enough on Archer's neck that they almost could be taken for a kiss. Then he bites, hard enough to draw blood and-you damn fool. ]
[Archer doesn't want to ponder on Caster's words nor think if he's right this time. He focuses on his god; Caster's weight resting safely on him, the silken feel of hair his fingers tangle into, even the surprisingly gentle brush of lips on his neck. There's less pain than he expects, and, with how slender fingers grip his bicep, thumb brushing his skin, it feels much more sensual than it should be.
He's fine with giving Caster control over how much blood he wants; that's a risk he's willing to take. Sure, there's always risk that his partner will suck him dry. Wouldn't it be fitting?]
[ The taste of blood on his tongue wakes him up him instantly. It's disgusting, really. Luckily he is no vampire- there is no hunger involved. With the new energy, he can think more clearly, his movement is less sluggish, and while he won't be casting spells anytime soon, when he stops, it's when he knows he can move on his own safely. ]
I don't like it. [ He says as runs his tongue against the wound tenderly as if an apology for behaving like this. ] But I don't have to like this.
[ He should be saying "Thank you for going this far for me." He pulls back, pulls back enough to touch on Archer's cheek and make him look him in the eye ]
Really, I thought you'd choose a more pleasant way. [ He's just teasing, but it might be taken as an invitation ]
[ Caster responds by catching him into hungry kiss- while in public, it's a terrible, terrible idea, and he's violently against that... here? Sure, go ahead. Not that he's against kissing in public, it's the goddamn energy leeching he'd rather not have everyone know about ]
You sure get shy when we're alone. [ Does audience gives him courage? Ah yes, he's teasing, maybe too much. But then he's not really not in his best state now. ]
[It's a shame Archer needs to catch his breath. But then, it gives him a sight of Caster with lips swollen from the kiss and still trying to catch his breath. Archer gently cups his cheek and leans a bit closer.]
You still need rest. [he may pretend that Caster's state is due to the kiss, but he knows better. It's a stolen moment they have right now.]
[ Caster just closes the gap between them again. A slower and lazier kind of kiss, but still pulling and taking those energy strings. Archer is right, this is definitely not enough. While he is in no danger of disappearing because it doesn't work like this here, he's still only barely conscious. But can a night of rest fix it? Not really.
He wants to be in his best shape, he wants to run back to the site of that forest and take part in that fight- ]
I'd rather not have you lose consciousness and choke on me. That's the worst way to go.
[It's hard to tell how serious Archer really is. He kinda ruins the effect by that bs wink of his, though he's quick to add.] You can take as much as you wish.
[If his hand is - acidentally - resting on Caster's hip, it's just a coincidence. Right.]
That was awful. [ Caster says with a blank face and de-attaches himself from Archer's hold. If this was your intention all along, congrats Archer, you got what you wanted ]
I'm going to sleep. [ And he falls face first into the sheets. Was his bed always this comfy? ]
[ A picture of exhaustion indeed, he didn't even get out of his clothes after all. But when he rolls over it seems he has enough to produce an impish grin and tease ]
Now you'll get to contemplate and regret what an amazing chance had you just lost.
[Caster being Caster just has to have the last word, amirite. Archer spends a moment on tugging those odd sandals of his off and throws a blanket onto the immovable log on the bed. There's a laundry to do, food to cook, and dogs to feed. He may check on Caster in the evening, though.]
[ Of course he does. If he wasn't so ALMOST DEAD and if he didn't fell asleep so promptly, he'd probably comment on the fact that Archer is the best at cockblocking himself. But luckily, you get to be spared from that, my dude. ]
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You need blood. [Archer says flatly, dismissing his red overcoat and top. He takes a few steps forward, stopping at the edge of the bed.] Scoot over.
[He can't stand Caster looking so tired and worn out, the twinge of worry growing stronger. He'd give everything to help, be it mana, blood or even his life.]
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Caster is not going to argue, there are more effective ways, sure. But those would involve others needlessly. ]
Don't get the bed dirty. [ He makes an attempt at joke as he moves closer ]
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Drink your fill. [Archer says tangling his fingers in long, blue hair. He tilts his head to the side, baring his neck for Caster.] The battle is over now.
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Really, that? How unexpected. He thought that Archer would use a cut somewhere, like on hand - more efficient and controlled in case something goes wrong. But he's giving him a free reign instead, how it goes, how much he takes, etc. In a sense, it is a sign of trust or- ]
That's how you like it?
[ "Your kink is not my kink and that's okay"- but is this really a moment to pull this shit? Kidding, kidding. See, he's better enough to make a deadpan attempt at a joke, surely there is no need to go this far ]
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What is there to like. [he murmurs quietly and braces for the pain. Sure, he is able to stand a lot, that's why he offered. Yet the position they're in and his state of undress makes him all too aware of Caster; skin on skin, light tickle of loose strands of hair, even the feel of fabric of Caster's clothes.]
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His lips linger long enough on Archer's neck that they almost could be taken for a kiss. Then he bites, hard enough to draw blood and-you damn fool. ]
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[Archer doesn't want to ponder on Caster's words nor think if he's right this time. He focuses on his god; Caster's weight resting safely on him, the silken feel of hair his fingers tangle into, even the surprisingly gentle brush of lips on his neck. There's less pain than he expects, and, with how slender fingers grip his bicep, thumb brushing his skin, it feels much more sensual than it should be.
He's fine with giving Caster control over how much blood he wants; that's a risk he's willing to take. Sure, there's always risk that his partner will suck him dry. Wouldn't it be fitting?]
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I don't like it. [ He says as runs his tongue against the wound tenderly as if an apology for behaving like this. ] But I don't have to like this.
[ He should be saying "Thank you for going this far for me." He pulls back, pulls back enough to touch on Archer's cheek and make him look him in the eye ]
Really, I thought you'd choose a more pleasant way. [ He's just teasing, but it might be taken as an invitation ]
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Neither of us has to like it. [Archer says quietly, surprised at the soothing caress that Caster grants him. It's an apology and thanks in one.]
[But then Caster has to touch him and force him to look straight into blood red eyes.]
I choose what's most efficient. [Archer answers with a shrug as he leans closer to lick smears of his own blood off Caster's lips.]
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You sure get shy when we're alone. [ Does audience gives him courage? Ah yes, he's teasing, maybe too much. But then he's not really not in his best state now. ]
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You still need rest. [he may pretend that Caster's state is due to the kiss, but he knows better. It's a stolen moment they have right now.]
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He wants to be in his best shape, he wants to run back to the site of that forest and take part in that fight- ]
Too long- It's not going to be enough.
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The battle is over. [he says quietly.] We won. You can rest now.
[With how weak Caster is it's a real concern to even let him walk, so Archer distracts him wth another slow kiss.]
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[ Is he suggesting what you think he's suggesting? Maybe. But he'd need to sleep for weeks, if just the energy from his followers was to do the trick.
Besides- It's not like they haven't done this before ]
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[It's hard to tell how serious Archer really is. He kinda ruins the effect by that bs wink of his, though he's quick to add.] You can take as much as you wish.
[If his hand is - acidentally - resting on Caster's hip, it's just a coincidence. Right.]
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That was awful. [ Caster says with a blank face and de-attaches himself from Archer's hold. If this was your intention all along, congrats Archer, you got what you wanted ]
I'm going to sleep. [ And he falls face first into the sheets. Was his bed always this comfy? ]
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Now you'll get to contemplate and regret what an amazing chance had you just lost.
[ As he zzzzs for gods only know how long. ]
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