[And because Masamune has worked up the courage to ask, Gilgamesh answers, answers in such a straightforward manner that it could be nothing but the truth as he has no reason to lie anyway. A lie would've gotten Masamune in his bedroom as well as the truth, so why not favor the brighter road for once?]
You demonstrated strength. That you will do what is necessary, when it becomes necessary, and not simply grovel as one defeated. Though I already own everything precious in the world, I have no desire to dominate a creature that does not test its leash on occasion.
[Gilgamesh reaches to pour himself more wine, though he's fixated on Masamune. Perhaps overly so. Really, he's waiting for him to bristle at that prospect of ownership. To deny it, to push and to shove and gnash his fangs. But this time Gilgamesh stops waiting and cuts him off at the pass, words regaining a familiar challenge.]
I believe you enjoy it, that sense of purpose. For what is the lord without his rival, without the one who blocks his path and will not move for anything?
[Fingers drum across Masamune's thigh. The seating arrangements were clearly intentional, as it gives him room to lean in and mutter:]
What is the dragon, without the hero bold enough to claim him?
[ Like a cat not quite ready to hiss and lash out but still plenty affected enough to have its hair pricking on its back, Masamune is reactive to the familiar-becoming indication. His body language is all that manages to afford some kind of response as Gilgamesh continues on.
Masamune doesn't really believe Gilgamesh's usage of rival is quite the same as the term applied to another someone else by the young Date lord. Even so, it's noted that Gilgamesh and Yukimura are vastly different in just about every way. Even Masamune's role to play seems reversed between the two when engaged.
What attracted him to Yukimura first was his pure and earnest nature, clear eyes that have no negativity for others or fighting with himself. He's untainted by the vile realities of humanity and the darker and more villainous nature of war.
Gilgamesh... could not be any further the opposite of Yukimura even if one tried. The King of Heroes-- how funny that Gilgamesh rules over the very concept that Yukimura could be the perfect version of one day should he not falter-- is far too well aware of the dark side that every human carries, whether it's nursed or left dormant. With the Servant possessing a natural wisdom from seeing through millennia, Masamune is sure that the other has witnessed everything of humanity-- including the blackest of the black --and more.
His eyelids lower halfway as he glances out of the corner of his eye at Gilgsmesh's closing in and his words.
That's true.
There is a certain thrill at someone attempting to dominate you when no one's done it before. So, his attraction to Gilgamesh is the opportunity to indulge and be able to react to blacker circumstances.
Even if it's inevitable, the duration of the resistance-- the dangling of something they want over their head and the fact that you are capable of keeping it from them --is a thrill like no other. He likes to see people like Gilgamesh make effort. He likes seeing how badly they really want what they're after. Desire is often fickle and shallow due to feelings of entitlement rather than true want. When it's easy that's one thing; but what about when it's hard? Giving up on it means you didn't want it bad enough.
Masamune forces a chuckle in response after his moment of thinking, concluding he's amused more than anything else. Masamune is still wary and now somewhat anxious, but the amusement seems to be the best one to focus on for now. He's aware where this is going, and he doesn't need the physical contact to recognize that. As he speaks, Masamune looks down deliberately at Gilgamesh's fingers with the other within his personal space again. ]
So, you try and damage your toys a little every now and again to make sure they're still worth keeping?
A sure fire way to get bitten. [ --so it's a thrill to provoke, manipulate, and then soak in the results for Gilgamesh. ]
[It isn't. They aren't really rivals at all, because that implies a degree of equality Gilgamesh won't quite acknowledge, no matter what he says to the contrary. Gilgamesh had only one equal in all the world. Masamune may have been fun to play with, fun to tease, to trade barbs back and forth with like this, but they both know he's no match for the King at his highest and mightiest. He's a better sword arm and that's the extent of leeway he's willing to grant.
But it was wrong of him to think that someone like Yukimura represented the truest essence of a Hero. A true Hero pursued his ideals without hesitation, yet also carried with him the weight of the world. He understood the nature of that world. He acknowledged and embraced cruelty in the same breath he would kindness. He understood that, ultimately, Heroes were imaginary things that humans made up to comfort themselves. There's a reason Heroic Spirits only lived on as ghosts. It's because the sands of time would someday swallow them all, even the ruler of their kind, though Gilgamesh won't acknowledge that, either. That he's as much a prisoner as the rest of his kin.
Gilgamesh plays the snake to Masamune's cat. Every flicker of his tail, every quirk of his mouth, he watches, he notes, he records. Even if Masamune wore the scales of a dragon and proudly so, he was only human in the end, and therefore...]
I oversee humanity and tip the scales as needed to set them on the proper path.
[Those same fingers trail up and along his face, cup the side of it to make the perfect portrait for him to gaze upon.]
You are no different. If I am bitten, it was because I was made to be. If I am spurned...
[A laugh. He doesn't even bother to finish that statement, because it's obvious; what does it matter?]
[ This time, although Masamune doesn't swat Gilgamesh's hand away from his face, the words accompanying it do get him to tilt his head a little to favor the opposite side of the touch. He's stuck looking at the other again and Masamune half-wonders if there's some kind of bullshit magic effect on someone who gazes at those eyes too long. He's usually good with dealing with gazes and staring showdowns.. The only other person he had trouble with also had the same color eyes, though.
The dragon doesn't even care if he's basically being told what's going to happen regardless of what he says or does. He is a little agitated, however, by the claims of such control of humanity right down to negative focus in the Servant's direction. ]
Said like that, are you really just tipping scales or actually pulling strings? [ it's mostly a thought out loud rather than a direct question. The next sentence is for Gilgamesh alone, however. ]
I really can't stand that way of thinking from a guy responsible for so many lives. [ It's stated like a disclaimer, a way to cover anything that is going to happen. If they fuck, that doesn't mean there will be a next time or things are going to change matters of though. He's a male and a human-- only human --but he won't t be mentally manipulated as easily as physically.
Kojuro's here now, which means he absolutely cannot do anything but resist. That one person believing in him absolutely, even if it's to be or do the impossible, makes the only option for Masamune be to turn whatever that belief is into a reality. ]
[By all accounts, it's a reaction Gilgamesh expects. He didn't favor Masamune because he was agreeable, but rather because he wasn't. As long as he doesn't cross the line into blatant disrespect, he can grouse and grumble as much as he likes. It only endears Gilgamesh to him—this was the same man that kept growling lions for pets, after all. He can handle a little dragon nipping at him every now and then.
Gilgamesh refrains from pushing his luck, however, and pulls back. Back to neutral pleasantries, to his wine, to his sandwiches. Madness concealed in the space of a breath, because it's true. In a future far away, Gilgamesh would attempt to not simply tip scales but pull every last string to his own desires, to disastrous effect. He would go mad. Or rather, he'd go even madder and fail to realize the ramifications of his actions until it was too late.
He's not bothered, though. Gilgamesh, by nature, rejected timelines he disliked. They did not exist for him. They did not happen. It's why he'd taken the news of his apparent fall within that future with such grace; for Gilgamesh, that sort of fate would never come to pass at all. Such was the strength of the King's stubbornness as well as his infinite will, that they could deny and warp reality itself to his whims.]
Did you mean to say you cannot stand me?
[It's a harder question to answer—not as easy as the of course I can't it seems on the surface, otherwise why would he have walked into such obvious bait to begin with? It's why Gilgamesh asks it, looking at Masamune only through the corner of those unfairly hypnotic eyes.]
im sorry I totally changed my mind on how I wanted to approach ;;
[ The first thing the dragon does when the king pulls back is grab the wrist of the hand that had brushed against his cheek not even a moment ago. Not so fast. ]
No. [ Masamune answers immediately but drinks some more wine before saying any more. ]
I meant just as I said.
[ He doesn't know how to answer on whether he can or can't stand the other. Already, the one-eyed dragon is aware it is far more complicated than 'yes' or 'no'.
That's why he answers the question literally how it is asked. No more no less.
Masamune puts his glass down now that's it emptied. He thinks this is good for starters-- that he can deal properly with whatever comes next. ]
Something about you just really makes me want to prove you wrong no matter what-- or go down trying.
I said I wouldn't be out all night when I left to come here. It looks like you had other plans? I'm guilty of being intrigued.
[ he lets go of Gilgamesh, moving to get up from his seat, a bit of a cheeky smile ghosting his lips. ]
I promise, regardless of which becomes the reality, that you are in for a long and messy night to claim victory. So, are you sure you want to spend the rest of it collaring a dragon?
Well, now it really has become interesting, hasn't it? So the dragon has learned defiance—the earnest kind, not just a blind snapping of teeth. He says what he means, means what he says, and already this is an improvement from before. He's learning to work within the confines of the collar rather than simply rage against it. He's learning to adapt to his situation rather than hopelessly rail against the fates, blaming everyone but himself for his woes.
And for his efforts, Masamune will find that said collar will loosen, so long as he is subtly clever instead of brutishly cross.]
It is within your blood, little lord, that you should desire such confrontation.
[Gilgamesh lifts himself, as well, shifting to pass him though offering a coy glance over his shoulder first.]
Are you sure you want to tempt my hand? I told you once; you may leave, if you'd prefer it.
[But would Gilgamesh allow it? His expression gives nothing away, cards played close to the chest.]
[ Although his attention follows Gilgamesh's movements, there's a short moment where he glances from the Servant to the door that led to exit. It's a tricky thing to decide on. For Masamune, he is cocky but that's in terms of battle. As far as how confident he is that Gilgamesh will act one way versus another in regard to him is another matter entirely. ]
I could leave. It's not as interesting a choice... [ Masamune considers, starting for the door now. He is curious. While he had previously hoped he wouldn't have to find out if he's really allowed to stay or go, the warlord seems more willing to seek more finalizing answers in his state. What wonders a little alcohol can contribute to for altering perception just enough to change things entirely. ] ...unless it's still tempting your hand by trying, anyway?
[ Hadn't Gilgamesh practically said as much only moments ago? If Masamune goes to leave and things have already been set, he should expect to not be going anywhere. The king doesn't have to have only one option he can play, either, right? Any master player knows that the same result can be achieved multiple ways. Does Gilgamesh have only one winning combination, then? How well thought out is this trap?
To Masamune, especially right now, there's as much to learn about Gilgamesh as there has ever been-- and far more reason to make the effort to retain such knowledge once it's revealed. ]
[Gilgamesh halts him before he gets terribly far, through insistent tone alone.]
Agreed.
[Gilgamesh then makes a swipe for the table, for one sandwich in particular that was indeed quite sweet, filled with cream and delicate wafers. He plucks off the cherry and pops it into his mouth, though doesn't quite chew, playing it over the tip of his tongue instead. It is a lewd and purposeful display and he makes no show of hiding it, eyes half-lidded, pupils quite full, indicative of early arousal.
It's just another one, two, three steps to Masamune, whose head he tilts back with a rough hold to his scruff... and after a moment of intense staring, he's offered the cherry, accompanied by a strong push against his lips. Gilgamesh has only one winning combination, but in fact needs only one: the angle of seduction that he's presented time and time again, as not only a great King but an even greater entertainer. Maybe it couldn't rightly be called a trap, either, as that implied some chance of failure.
A hand finds Masamune's hip. The other buries itself in hair. He cannot speak; the gesture itself says enough, and asks of the warlord, what will you do now?]
[ Of course, in his halted movements, Masamune turns around. Curiosity is a dangerous thing, but it's inevitable, all the same.
He watches, and while he can't say he knows the feeling he's experiencing well enough to pinpoint it, everything unfolding as it does seems to be a bit hypnotic. Is it Gilgamesh's movements, then, or his eyes, or something else...?
Whatever it is, he has no chance to clearly assess it. Even with time seeming to stop when his head is forced back and he's staring into those eyes, all he can managed is the thought recognizing that his chest pounding just a little harder than it should be in an anxious sort of anticipation.
The taste of the cherry on his tongue and meshing along into saliva is what snaps him back to the reality—or at least as much of a reality as this instant could possibly be to him. Masamune cringes at the taste, at the grip on him and at fingers sinking into his hair. He's not used to being on the receiving end of this-- of the other party having the control.
That silent question beats loud in his own ears: what will he do now? Masamune admits he isn't quite sure... but he'll have to begin somewhere. He'll start with first things first: using his tongue to try and rather forcefully push the fruit back into Gilgamesh's mouth. What Gilgamesh planned by using the cherry, he has no idea, but Masamune-- as taken with the king he is already becoming --will not accept the sweet unless he absolutely has to. If he has to use his own tongue to manually shove it down the back of Gilgamesh's throat in order to succeed, he will.
It's the principle of the thing. He won't suddenly take what he claimed dislike for just because Gilgamesh is the one giving it to him.
One hand moves to catch Gilgamesh's jaw, the other curling into the front of his top in an attempt to give himself more leverage. Considering he's having to practically push back up in his position and fight gravity along with Gilgamesh, any help is better than nothing.
Just watch me.
What better way to find out the truth of the answer, anyway? ]
[Gilgamesh, perhaps surprisingly, doesn't resist him. With the cherry shoved back past his lips, his teeth come down in a single swift motion to tear it apart. The juices trail from the corner of his mouth, along his chin, and it makes for a beautiful sort of image that one might think to frame; beautiful and terrifying, given what it seems to suggest will follow. He stares with those bottomless eyes, hangs in his grip, once more leaves Masamune in suspense.
And then the moment fades and he's grabbing for the hand buried in his shirt, asserting his full height as well as his superior strength. The authoritativeness has returned; this Gilgamesh Masamune knows better, will recognize immediately. The King upon his throne, ushering commands of his favored pet.]
If you so revile possession, then throw me down, and...
[Gilgamesh turns his head to the fingers gripping his jaw. He bites. Masamune bleeds.]
...claim me for yourself, if you can.
[His tongue just barely grazes the small spot of red, breath coming in purposeful little puffs, hah, hah, hah. Even the surest of higher faiths would be tested now.]
[ Throughout all of their encounters, there has never been a time Gilgamesh hasn't managed to surprise him. It's been a different story for things that truly are not expected. Him not resisting and clamping down on the cherry is one of them. Masamune has never jerked back physically so fast-- or, at least, he has never tried to before. The strength he's dealing with doesn't allow that to quite all happen.
By the time he's past dealing with the shock-- or maybe it's merely the awe at the simple difference in power and control he is dealing with --of being bitten, of bleeding, and of the soft swipe felt by the other's tongue, Masamune's expression is a mix that is mostly unreadable. The only exception is the intimidation that is becoming muddied with growing influence indignation as he consciously refuses to allow himself to take his hand away just because he's bleeding (because it's a useless gesture). ]
Your arrogance—
[ He practically hisses out his words more than speaks them clearly.
(Can it really be simple arrogance when he has strength and control to back it all up?) ]
—Then, I'll say the last of it the same to you.
[ Letting go of Gilgamesh's chin he brings his hand to his mouth to take his own teeth and aggravate the injury-- to further exacerbate the flow of blood. Moving his hand back he deliberately makes the gesture to swipe his hand appropriately across skin; in order paint the blood against Gilgamesh's cheek, dragging it right to the corner of his mouth. The Date clan head won't be intimidated into submission or shy away from whatever the king tries to pull. ]
Do it if you can; or is it better to say 'if I let you'?
[ His boldness is always fueled by a furious response to his freedom. But, what he still doesn't seem to realize is that he's walked right into all of it and is very easily letting himself get pulled even further.
Of course, Masamune knows everything he says isn't possible. But that's also why he says it. He's intending to continue to bite the hand that feeds until the point where the line between impossible and possible blurs together.
He drags his bloodied fingers against the king's mouth in a strange contradictory gesture of being defiant to grant Gilgamesh a certain level of satisfaction and apparently giving him it all too willingly.
(That's the real problem, right? This is Gilgamesh's trump, this is a perfect demonstration proving him right: everything goes as it's supposed to, one way or the other.)
...Ah, wow. He really fucked himself over this time. ]
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You demonstrated strength. That you will do what is necessary, when it becomes necessary, and not simply grovel as one defeated. Though I already own everything precious in the world, I have no desire to dominate a creature that does not test its leash on occasion.
[Gilgamesh reaches to pour himself more wine, though he's fixated on Masamune. Perhaps overly so. Really, he's waiting for him to bristle at that prospect of ownership. To deny it, to push and to shove and gnash his fangs. But this time Gilgamesh stops waiting and cuts him off at the pass, words regaining a familiar challenge.]
I believe you enjoy it, that sense of purpose. For what is the lord without his rival, without the one who blocks his path and will not move for anything?
[Fingers drum across Masamune's thigh. The seating arrangements were clearly intentional, as it gives him room to lean in and mutter:]
What is the dragon, without the hero bold enough to claim him?
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Masamune doesn't really believe Gilgamesh's usage of rival is quite the same as the term applied to another someone else by the young Date lord. Even so, it's noted that Gilgamesh and Yukimura are vastly different in just about every way. Even Masamune's role to play seems reversed between the two when engaged.
What attracted him to Yukimura first was his pure and earnest nature, clear eyes that have no negativity for others or fighting with himself. He's untainted by the vile realities of humanity and the darker and more villainous nature of war.
Gilgamesh... could not be any further the opposite of Yukimura even if one tried. The King of Heroes-- how funny that Gilgamesh rules over the very concept that Yukimura could be the perfect version of one day should he not falter-- is far too well aware of the dark side that every human carries, whether it's nursed or left dormant. With the Servant possessing a natural wisdom from seeing through millennia, Masamune is sure that the other has witnessed everything of humanity-- including the blackest of the black --and more.
His eyelids lower halfway as he glances out of the corner of his eye at Gilgsmesh's closing in and his words.
That's true.
There is a certain thrill at someone attempting to dominate you when no one's done it before. So, his attraction to Gilgamesh is the opportunity to indulge and be able to react to blacker circumstances.
Even if it's inevitable, the duration of the resistance-- the dangling of something they want over their head and the fact that you are capable of keeping it from them --is a thrill like no other. He likes to see people like Gilgamesh make effort. He likes seeing how badly they really want what they're after. Desire is often fickle and shallow due to feelings of entitlement rather than true want. When it's easy that's one thing; but what about when it's hard? Giving up on it means you didn't want it bad enough.
Masamune forces a chuckle in response after his moment of thinking, concluding he's amused more than anything else. Masamune is still wary and now somewhat anxious, but the amusement seems to be the best one to focus on for now. He's aware where this is going, and he doesn't need the physical contact to recognize that. As he speaks, Masamune looks down deliberately at Gilgamesh's fingers with the other within his personal space again. ]
So, you try and damage your toys a little every now and again to make sure they're still worth keeping?
A sure fire way to get bitten. [ --so it's a thrill to provoke, manipulate, and then soak in the results for Gilgamesh. ]
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But it was wrong of him to think that someone like Yukimura represented the truest essence of a Hero. A true Hero pursued his ideals without hesitation, yet also carried with him the weight of the world. He understood the nature of that world. He acknowledged and embraced cruelty in the same breath he would kindness. He understood that, ultimately, Heroes were imaginary things that humans made up to comfort themselves. There's a reason Heroic Spirits only lived on as ghosts. It's because the sands of time would someday swallow them all, even the ruler of their kind, though Gilgamesh won't acknowledge that, either. That he's as much a prisoner as the rest of his kin.
Gilgamesh plays the snake to Masamune's cat. Every flicker of his tail, every quirk of his mouth, he watches, he notes, he records. Even if Masamune wore the scales of a dragon and proudly so, he was only human in the end, and therefore...]
I oversee humanity and tip the scales as needed to set them on the proper path.
[Those same fingers trail up and along his face, cup the side of it to make the perfect portrait for him to gaze upon.]
You are no different. If I am bitten, it was because I was made to be. If I am spurned...
[A laugh. He doesn't even bother to finish that statement, because it's obvious; what does it matter?]
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The dragon doesn't even care if he's basically being told what's going to happen regardless of what he says or does. He is a little agitated, however, by the claims of such control of humanity right down to negative focus in the Servant's direction. ]
Said like that, are you really just tipping scales or actually pulling strings? [ it's mostly a thought out loud rather than a direct question. The next sentence is for Gilgamesh alone, however. ]
I really can't stand that way of thinking from a guy responsible for so many lives. [ It's stated like a disclaimer, a way to cover anything that is going to happen. If they fuck, that doesn't mean there will be a next time or things are going to change matters of though. He's a male and a human-- only human --but he won't t be mentally manipulated as easily as physically.
Kojuro's here now, which means he absolutely cannot do anything but resist. That one person believing in him absolutely, even if it's to be or do the impossible, makes the only option for Masamune be to turn whatever that belief is into a reality. ]
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Gilgamesh refrains from pushing his luck, however, and pulls back. Back to neutral pleasantries, to his wine, to his sandwiches. Madness concealed in the space of a breath, because it's true. In a future far away, Gilgamesh would attempt to not simply tip scales but pull every last string to his own desires, to disastrous effect. He would go mad. Or rather, he'd go even madder and fail to realize the ramifications of his actions until it was too late.
He's not bothered, though. Gilgamesh, by nature, rejected timelines he disliked. They did not exist for him. They did not happen. It's why he'd taken the news of his apparent fall within that future with such grace; for Gilgamesh, that sort of fate would never come to pass at all. Such was the strength of the King's stubbornness as well as his infinite will, that they could deny and warp reality itself to his whims.]
Did you mean to say you cannot stand me?
[It's a harder question to answer—not as easy as the of course I can't it seems on the surface, otherwise why would he have walked into such obvious bait to begin with? It's why Gilgamesh asks it, looking at Masamune only through the corner of those unfairly hypnotic eyes.]
im sorry I totally changed my mind on how I wanted to approach ;;
No. [ Masamune answers immediately but drinks some more wine before saying any more. ]
I meant just as I said.
[ He doesn't know how to answer on whether he can or can't stand the other. Already, the one-eyed dragon is aware it is far more complicated than 'yes' or 'no'.
That's why he answers the question literally how it is asked. No more no less.
Masamune puts his glass down now that's it emptied. He thinks this is good for starters-- that he can deal properly with whatever comes next. ]
Something about you just really makes me want to prove you wrong no matter what-- or go down trying.
I said I wouldn't be out all night when I left to come here. It looks like you had other plans? I'm guilty of being intrigued.
[ he lets go of Gilgamesh, moving to get up from his seat, a bit of a cheeky smile ghosting his lips. ]
I promise, regardless of which becomes the reality, that you are in for a long and messy night to claim victory. So, are you sure you want to spend the rest of it collaring a dragon?
I clearly was waiting for this moment
Well, now it really has become interesting, hasn't it? So the dragon has learned defiance—the earnest kind, not just a blind snapping of teeth. He says what he means, means what he says, and already this is an improvement from before. He's learning to work within the confines of the collar rather than simply rage against it. He's learning to adapt to his situation rather than hopelessly rail against the fates, blaming everyone but himself for his woes.
And for his efforts, Masamune will find that said collar will loosen, so long as he is subtly clever instead of brutishly cross.]
It is within your blood, little lord, that you should desire such confrontation.
[Gilgamesh lifts himself, as well, shifting to pass him though offering a coy glance over his shoulder first.]
Are you sure you want to tempt my hand? I told you once; you may leave, if you'd prefer it.
[But would Gilgamesh allow it? His expression gives nothing away, cards played close to the chest.]
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I could leave. It's not as interesting a choice... [ Masamune considers, starting for the door now. He is curious. While he had previously hoped he wouldn't have to find out if he's really allowed to stay or go, the warlord seems more willing to seek more finalizing answers in his state. What wonders a little alcohol can contribute to for altering perception just enough to change things entirely. ] ...unless it's still tempting your hand by trying, anyway?
[ Hadn't Gilgamesh practically said as much only moments ago? If Masamune goes to leave and things have already been set, he should expect to not be going anywhere. The king doesn't have to have only one option he can play, either, right? Any master player knows that the same result can be achieved multiple ways. Does Gilgamesh have only one winning combination, then? How well thought out is this trap?
To Masamune, especially right now, there's as much to learn about Gilgamesh as there has ever been-- and far more reason to make the effort to retain such knowledge once it's revealed. ]
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Agreed.
[Gilgamesh then makes a swipe for the table, for one sandwich in particular that was indeed quite sweet, filled with cream and delicate wafers. He plucks off the cherry and pops it into his mouth, though doesn't quite chew, playing it over the tip of his tongue instead. It is a lewd and purposeful display and he makes no show of hiding it, eyes half-lidded, pupils quite full, indicative of early arousal.
It's just another one, two, three steps to Masamune, whose head he tilts back with a rough hold to his scruff... and after a moment of intense staring, he's offered the cherry, accompanied by a strong push against his lips. Gilgamesh has only one winning combination, but in fact needs only one: the angle of seduction that he's presented time and time again, as not only a great King but an even greater entertainer. Maybe it couldn't rightly be called a trap, either, as that implied some chance of failure.
A hand finds Masamune's hip. The other buries itself in hair. He cannot speak; the gesture itself says enough, and asks of the warlord, what will you do now?]
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He watches, and while he can't say he knows the feeling he's experiencing well enough to pinpoint it, everything unfolding as it does seems to be a bit hypnotic. Is it Gilgamesh's movements, then, or his eyes, or something else...?
Whatever it is, he has no chance to clearly assess it. Even with time seeming to stop when his head is forced back and he's staring into those eyes, all he can managed is the thought recognizing that his chest pounding just a little harder than it should be in an anxious sort of anticipation.
The taste of the cherry on his tongue and meshing along into saliva is what snaps him back to the reality—or at least as much of a reality as this instant could possibly be to him. Masamune cringes at the taste, at the grip on him and at fingers sinking into his hair. He's not used to being on the receiving end of this-- of the other party having the control.
That silent question beats loud in his own ears: what will he do now? Masamune admits he isn't quite sure... but he'll have to begin somewhere. He'll start with first things first: using his tongue to try and rather forcefully push the fruit back into Gilgamesh's mouth. What Gilgamesh planned by using the cherry, he has no idea, but Masamune-- as taken with the king he is already becoming --will not accept the sweet unless he absolutely has to. If he has to use his own tongue to manually shove it down the back of Gilgamesh's throat in order to succeed, he will.
It's the principle of the thing. He won't suddenly take what he claimed dislike for just because Gilgamesh is the one giving it to him.
One hand moves to catch Gilgamesh's jaw, the other curling into the front of his top in an attempt to give himself more leverage. Considering he's having to practically push back up in his position and fight gravity along with Gilgamesh, any help is better than nothing.
Just watch me.
What better way to find out the truth of the answer, anyway? ]
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And then the moment fades and he's grabbing for the hand buried in his shirt, asserting his full height as well as his superior strength. The authoritativeness has returned; this Gilgamesh Masamune knows better, will recognize immediately. The King upon his throne, ushering commands of his favored pet.]
If you so revile possession, then throw me down, and...
[Gilgamesh turns his head to the fingers gripping his jaw. He bites. Masamune bleeds.]
...claim me for yourself, if you can.
[His tongue just barely grazes the small spot of red, breath coming in purposeful little puffs, hah, hah, hah. Even the surest of higher faiths would be tested now.]
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By the time he's past dealing with the shock-- or maybe it's merely the awe at the simple difference in power and control he is dealing with --of being bitten, of bleeding, and of the soft swipe felt by the other's tongue, Masamune's expression is a mix that is mostly unreadable. The only exception is the intimidation that is becoming muddied with growing influence indignation as he consciously refuses to allow himself to take his hand away just because he's bleeding (because it's a useless gesture). ]
Your arrogance—
[ He practically hisses out his words more than speaks them clearly.
(Can it really be simple arrogance when he has strength and control to back it all up?) ]
—Then, I'll say the last of it the same to you.
[ Letting go of Gilgamesh's chin he brings his hand to his mouth to take his own teeth and aggravate the injury-- to further exacerbate the flow of blood. Moving his hand back he deliberately makes the gesture to swipe his hand appropriately across skin; in order paint the blood against Gilgamesh's cheek, dragging it right to the corner of his mouth. The Date clan head won't be intimidated into submission or shy away from whatever the king tries to pull. ]
Do it if you can; or is it better to say 'if I let you'?
[ His boldness is always fueled by a furious response to his freedom. But, what he still doesn't seem to realize is that he's walked right into all of it and is very easily letting himself get pulled even further.
Of course, Masamune knows everything he says isn't possible. But that's also why he says it. He's intending to continue to bite the hand that feeds until the point where the line between impossible and possible blurs together.
He drags his bloodied fingers against the king's mouth in a strange contradictory gesture of being defiant to grant Gilgamesh a certain level of satisfaction and apparently giving him it all too willingly.
(That's the real problem, right? This is Gilgamesh's trump, this is a perfect demonstration proving him right: everything goes as it's supposed to, one way or the other.)
...Ah, wow. He really fucked himself over this time. ]
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