Two heroes who have always been destined to fight each other in the battle field, Archer and Lancer, are again members of the Holy Grail War. But this time, their meeting is under favorable, unexpected and awkward conditions.
There was a hidden mans...
I lost my f*cking mind when Wattpad erased all the progress I typed offline. Upon going online, they're all gone, emy revisions too. Wattpad updates is getting worse by the day, I would love strangle the living hell out of this devs. So instead of 3 chapters, I'm only posting 2, thank you Wattpad! wowowowowowoowoooooo!!!
Don't mind me :P)
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Archer takes Lancer's hand, which instantly becomes sweaty the very moment it's made contact.
With a body as stiff as Lancer's, it was difficult to maneuver him but Alter Archer doesn't make that an issue. Archer slumps on the sofa, pulling Lancer with him by grabbing his collar. Before Lancer lands on top of him, the blue-haired man instinctively imposes his hands beside Archer's side, one beside his head and the other on the spine of the sofa, to avoid hitting him but his legs tangles awkwardly with Archer's.
Archer immediately improvises, he lifts his leg and folds it over the back of the spear man's leg, pressing him closer by the heel of his shoe, even as his approach is met by a nervous jolt.
Lancer's mind is reeling, from the golden stare, absolutely, but mostly because of the heated junctions where their bodies met. He stares at Archer below him with a face so red it matches the daring of a tomato.
Archer laughs at the wreck of a Servant above him, before curling an arm around his neck and pulling him in until he's bumped his nose into his neck so that his voice reaches his ears, he whispers, "Let's make it believable, she's watching."
"She is?" Lancer asks, confused, he couldn't sense a drip of her presence.
"Oh she is, and from what we've noticed, she's here for entertainment," Archer states, molding his lips alluringly around the words into the mask of shameless lover's whispers. She couldn't hear them, but she could still see them, all they had to do was play along.
"I'm not sure about this," Lancer answers slowly, supported only by the disaster of his incoherent thoughts as he visibly squirms. He shouldn't be doing this, especially with another version of his rival, the rival that he loathed, or was supposed to.
Two hands cup his face, directs him forward so that he wouldn't look somewhere else, "I'm not just the same face, I'm the same person and you don't exactly hate him do you?," Archer smiles, as if he knew exactly what troubles Archer. "Sadly, I missed out on this side of you, my Cu is a bit... different."
My Cu?
"What is your relationship with the Emiya in your dimension?" He asks, his voice the same deep tone as the Archer he knew, sexy and---wait--hold on, Lancer's attraction should be exclusive to females only!
