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[It was a strange thing, wasn't it? To be summoned as a Servant and given the chance to take it as though it was a genuine new chance at life. Instead of existing for the Holy Grail War alone. Lancer and Lord El-Melloi II did, but Diarmuid and Waver were just two people, partners in all walks.

Diarmuid held Waver steady in his arms, making it so Waver had to lean less and simply rely on Diarmuid's pull more. He separated enough a few times for them to breathe, but once that was done went right back into kissing Waver. He was overcome with emotion at the moment, and all he wanted to do was express it physically.]

[It was a little dizzying--both literally and otherwise--to realize where he was and how he'd gotten to this point. Being reunited with an iteration of his most beloved friend that he'd known to be lost forever, being loved as unconditionally as he loved that person in return, finally able to stand on equal ground even if Waver's foundations were shaky at best.]

...you deserve so much more than I can give you. But I...still want to try. [A breathless affirmation in the smallest of space between them, hands wandering to Diarmuid's waist and resting just barely under his shirt.]

[Equal ground as any, though the foundation that mattered the most to Diarmuid was very specific. One of trust rather than station. Diarmuid once walked a fractured path, vines and brambles cracking through the earth ready to slice and puncture him, inflict wounds he would never clean.

He looked back on that path, seeing the damage to it but not himself.

It was a process of learning to walk again, standing side by side with Waver on this new even road step by step.

He felt sparks run down his sides with Waver's hands under his clothes. An excitement fueled by his high running emotions. He smiled sweetly, nodded and to enforce his desire spoke it aloud.]

All you offer to me I will gladly receive. [He leaned into the touch.] I want you.

[He didn't understand it. He might never understand it. Maybe he'd never be able to see what cowardly and broken Waver Velvet had to offer that would be worth so much to a hero. His hero, especially.]

[But he didn't have to understand it. Who Diarmuid did or didn't choose to love was his own choice to make, and Waver would accept that even if the reasoning was beyond him. Would reciprocate with his whole heart, pressing a kiss with a hint of a smile to his knight's throat.]

I was just about to say the very same thing.

[Those who fear insurmountable odds but take them on nonetheless are the most worthy of being called heroes. It was because Waver was this "coward" that Diarmuid called him brave.

Because he was so human. That's all Diarmuid needed to understand as he leaned into that kiss to his throat with a sigh.]

Tell me what you want of me... and I'll do the same. [Aside from, of course, more.]

... [There was a quiet hum as Waver turned something over in his head, and when the answer came it was something ventured cautiously:]

...Let me take over this time? If--if you'd be comfortable with that, I mean.

[Diarmuid didn't mind the caution in his steps. The answer would no less be the same, but he'd always say for certain.]

I was just about to ask the very same thing. [And again, to confirm:] I'd like you to take over this time, Waver.

[His smile was a bit wider, a bit more wanting with the edges of it holding a thrill he couldn't fully contain.]

O-okay.

[Not the world's most confident start, but he'd get there. That smile certainly asked no less of him, Waver matching it with his own before gently guiding Diarmuid to sit on the couch--a few more light kisses to his throat for unnecessary incentive.]

Just let me know if you want me to stop or anything like that, alright?

[He let out a huff of a laugh, not at Waver's expense but rather part of the affection overflowing from him with simply nowhere to go, what a shame.

Of course he let himself be guided to the couch and craned his neck to give Waver more room to kiss and feel his pulse.]

I swear that I will tell you. [His arms went around Waver's waist and tightened.] So keep going. Have me to your heart's desire. Please.

[He was definitely not going to survive this. How exactly was it fair that Waver was still the flustered one when he was far more than practically in Diarmuid's lap?]

[Well, probably because it was hard to hold onto the illusion of a power dynamic knowing the knight was more than powerful enough to easily pick him up an--no, no, focus, don't get distracted.]

Anything you say. [And to stop either of them talking and better gather his thoughts, Waver pressed back against him in a sudden and thorough kiss.]

[Given who Diarmuid was known as, most would be intimidated. But Waver and Waver alone was the one who had his heart and who would have him like this.

The kiss didn't take Diarmuid by surprise as much as it thrilled him more. Thoughts could be cleared from his mind, the weight of a shard of ivory so heavy being rightfully in his hands and what he must do with it.

The immense adoration he had shown in the returned kiss, the hints that Waver could deepen it to his liking, the slips of Diarmuid attempting to do so himself.

And that nearly tied braid becoming completely undone by Diarmuid's hand just to bury it deeper and brush against the back of his neck.]

[It was never a matter of reputation or intimidation with Waver; only a question of if he was worth this love and attention, which in his own mind was a question with a depressing answer. But how could one ever be intimidated by the source of their absolute safety?]

[So he bit back on his nerves and let that deeply distracting touch relax him, pushing gently on Diarmuid's shoulders to encourage him to lie back with Waver hovering over him--kissing along his throat and jawline, with a teasing bite to the juncture of neck and shoulder.]

...is this okay? [Breathless and flished scarlet, but still taking exceptional care in treading new ground.]

[They were alike in that regard. Never knowing whether they were worthy for the other or not. Never feeling like they were, but no less falling deep into the touch.

He leaned back at Waver's light pressing gladly exposing his neck again even before Waver began kissing.

And at that light nipping his breath hitched, his hold tightened.]

Yes... yes it is. [He'll answer honestly every time, every assurance he'll give patiently and openly while he started to flush from the warmth.]

[Wandering hands stroked gentle lines along his sides, drifting to his hips with a squeeze that was almost more teasing than anything--testing boundaries and starting to settle into the role enough to enjoy himself in turn.]

...you're beautiful, you know.

So are you.

[Said without skipping a beat, that hand in his hair moving trace along Waver's jawline. In wordless encouragement Diarmuid pressed himself into that squeeze of his hips. Keep going, he wants this. He wants you to take the reins, Waver.]

[Which he would, after a bit of an uncertain start; a little encouragement went a long way, and when all he wanted was Diarmuid's comfort and approval... Well, that was very good incentive to put in as much effort here as he did with everything else; in painstaking detail and with copious amounts of double-checking just to be abundantly sure he was doing everything correctly.]

[Which, eventually, led to a very comfortably exhausted Waver lying next to Diarmuid, arms drapped loosely around his neck and an affectionate hand stroking through his hair.]

[...Honestly, he could get used to this.]

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