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[worldcup]

[ It was probably a bad idea. However, he had already given his answer, even if it was a lie at the time. He could no longer go back on his word. Not anymore. He was her familiar now; a servant who was at her beck and call. If she told him to beg, he'd do it without a second thought. Of course, being a familiar meant that his human body was no longer useful as a container.

Not to worry, though, Emiya Shirou. Illya is not as inconsiderate as to give him a body that would be strange for him to use. In fact, the body she gave him looks exactly the same as his original one, but it's more fragile, more sensitive, and of course, easily replaceable in case she broke him. Whether that meant literally or in a much more figurative sense. It was enough for him to function, at the very least.

The Holy Grail War was over now, with her obvious win. Saber had went and disappeared, and she had managed to easily kill Rin and Archer with Berserker without even the slightest bit of hesitation. Sure, it was probably sad for Shirou, but did she care? Not one bit.

But she knew that her wish couldn't be granted from the very beginning. Oh, well.

At the very least, she had her "brother", and she would no longer be betrayed or alone. But even as her familiar, Shirou would have nothing to worry about ever again. He wouldn't have to worry about becoming a Hero of Justice, or anything else. All he had to do was play with her, watch over her, protect her, and obey. As long as he did those things, she would never abandon him. She wasn't like Kiritsugu in that aspect.

One day, however, she decides to wake him up - he's probably up before she is, however, she surmises - but she will try nevertheless by going at the earliest of hours. He didn't have to prepare breakfast, but she knew that it was a bad habit of his to. Well, it wasn't as if she hated that part of him.

As the petite girl of winter entered the door without so much of a knock, she couldn't help but smile, unable to hide it as she speaks in a soft, tender voice near the side of the bed, ]

Good morning, Shirou. Did you sleep in well? [ She hopes he did, not that his body really needs sleep. It's not like a human body, after all. There are many things it doesn't need, and sleep is one of them. Though he could sleep if he really wanted to. ]

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[projective]

[ He can't help but feel he's making her mad, but that's something really obvious to conclude. Whether she was serious or not with her request, the promise still stands —— he's just... extremely curious as to why she had asked that. ]

C-come on... Don't get mad, Illya. I know that, and I would never do that to you. [ He tries to shake off the embarrassment, but it's a failed attempt, as some still wanders around his expressions. Waving his hands dismissively, he continues, ]

I was just wondering why... What you ask is more embarrassing.

[illyasfeel]

Well, good. I would be really angry if you betrayed me just like Kiritsugu.

[ She puffs her cheeks out slightly before letting out a drawn out sigh. ]

Because I want to. Isn't that a good enough reason? [ She flushes a little, her gaze immediately shifting away from him in slight discomfort. ]

[projective]

[ When she sighs, there's a worried expression that plasters upon his face. Man, this is really embarrassing, that's one of his thoughts, but he has to keep his promise, regardless of how ... utterly awkward it could be.

And he gulps, dropping a heavy exhale afterwards. ]

——Fine. Just don't get mad, [ Reluctantly he does take his shirt off, better get to it faster than slower. His bare torso exposed, his shirt dropped on the bed near him. This time he doesn't say anything afterwards as he assumes this should suffice... right? ]

[illyasfeel]

[ She frowns, just watching him carefully with a fixed look, rather curious. But that frown soon shifts into something more akin to surprise, lips forming a 'o', gaping slightly as blood red eyes clearly widen.

Is this her first time seeing him without his shirt on? Of course it is. Illya can feel her cheeks coloring at the sight of him quickly grabbing at the hem of his shirt and pulling it up and over his head.

Ah, he actually did it, she quickly realizes as all she can do is gape at him, jaw dropping towards the floor before she realizes that she is actually drooling and brings her hand up to wipe it off. How embarrassing. ]

...

[ There are no words, instead, she just tentatively places her fingers on his bare chest, the fingertips resting on skin as she tests the waters, curious as to how be would feel, even if it wouldn't be the same as his real body, stored away in a hidden location to protect him. ]

You're... really hard. [ Wait, what did she just say? ]

[projective]

[ He tries to the best of his abilities to not succumb into her curious gaze, as it'd only aggravate his embarrassment. Truly, he still hasn't found the reason of this. But his sense of attachment is greater than that, and he trusts her, just like she does.

The warmth of his cheeks apparent so he finds himself in the need to divert his gaze elsewhere. But he still knows her eyes are entirely on him - and she's right, she hasn't never seen him like this, not even with his shirt off.

———Was she drooling, though? ]

...Wh-what?

[ The others words that he could've said were held in the tip of his tongue, because her hands already find themselves on his exposed chest . There's a minimal sweat that makes his way down his temple, but he doesn't even realize it, as there are more important matters on the table. ]

—E-eh? What do you mean?

[illyasfeel]

I meant your chest, of course,

[ As if she could mean anything else. How silly can you get! Whether she is aware of that or otherwise is yet to be seen as her lips curl into a rather mischievous grin. ]

Did you think I meant something else, onii-chan? [ Does she want an answer? By the implications of her referring to him as 'onii-chan', not Shirou, that much should be obvious. And don't lie to her now, she will know if you do. ]

[projective]

[ Oh.

He should have known, truly. Though he still thinks it was something really weird for her to... say, specially when the context was already given. He's always been "fit", his routine of exercise hasn't changed much, but he never thought anyone would actually "compliment" him in such ways.

But her everything can be a surprise; peasant or awkward. His face goes pale, expression jovial as he tries to take back his words, even if he still finds her words... embarrassing. Still, he knows it's no use hiding anything, as he knows perfectly that kind of look. ]

A-ah. Well yeah, but that shouldn't be really something you should be saying so loud, you now...

[illyasfeel]

Hm?

[ Brows are raised curiously she leans in close, smiling playfully as her fingers trail downwards. ]

Why not? It's just the two of us, Shirou.

[projective]

[ Man, this is really a mess inside his head. One hand travels through the nape of his neck, scratching lightly at her answer. ]

...Doesn't it make you feel weird?

[ ...Of course not. Otherwise she should've shown any sign of it, and he can be really good noticing them if he tried hard enough. What a dumb question to ask now. Still, she still explores, now around his abdomen and ribs... His cheeks set themselves ablaze as she does so, but says nothing. ]

[worldcup]

You're silly, Shirou.

[ She laughs at him as if he's said a bad joke, though it doesn't seem to be taking itself too seriously. ]

Why would it be weird in the first place? I already said it before, didn't I? Shirou is completely mine, so I can do whatever I want. [ That's said as both a statement and a warning to not make her cross; he should learn his place and remember not sure only who exactly is in charge here, but also what the consequences are for disobedience. ]

You don't hate it though... do you, Shirou?

[projective]

[ She says that so lightly that he already thinks it's serious. He stays silent because he can't protest, he knows that. Whatever otherwise ideals he could've had are no longer within him, so his silence serves as acceptance to her words. ]

No... I don't hate it.

[ Is all he could muster. Seems that he's the only one feeling embarrassment from it, but it can't be helped - it's the inexperience that makes him fidget and shake internally. But he can't say he hates the warmth of her fingers, it's really ... pleasant. ]

[illyasfeel]

Good.

[ She runs her hands idly, up and down in slow motions; watching carefully for his reactions. ]

It's so cute to see you so flustered, Shirou.

[projective]

[ It feels nice, strangely nice. That doesn't mean the flush upon his face will diminish, however. As every movement that ensues, a reaction goes along with it.

And what she says just made things worse for him.]

Wh-wh-what...

[illyasfeel]

Hm? [ Illya feigns ignorance as her fingers stop right at the hem of his pants, eyes growing curious at the thought. ]

It's obvious, isn't it? You're really enjoying this. I wonder what your reaction will be if I just suddenly stop. [ And there it is, that mischievous gleam in her eyes, matched with that grin that can see through every last movement of Shirou's. Even if she may be making it worse on him, she has no plans on stopping in the slightest. This scenario amuses her more than anything else. ]

[projective]

[ ——He should've known she would reach there, but he still clung on his own naïve thoughts. For nothing.

She should have already realized that he was garnering more enjoyment from this than his (lack of) words gave him credit for. He throws a sudden gasp, but still tries to maintain his composure; back arching as he does so. ]

[illyasfeel]

How cute, onii-chan. You're still trying to hold back?

[ She smiles at him; it's a gentle, inocent smile that holds no malice at all in the slightest. She can tell exactly what he's feeling without any words; they both ON w this very well by now. And nevertheless, regardless of that knowledge, Illya only dips slightly downwards for a second, down the fabric of his pants before pulling her hand away, as to leave him dissatisfied. ]

That's no good. I want to hear him beg for it. [ Ah, there it is. The words of a cute little devil. ]

[projective]

[ Shirou hasn't never had this kind of needy feeling. He tried to mull over his sudden feeling, but as expected, it backfired and then he's just standing there not knowing what else to do.

With her words, he realizes now that he shouldn't "have complained" or held back. She should have just kept going. Looking down to the zone she was exploring and letting out sigh of protest, he knows this void he's starting to feel it's because he wants more.

How cruel can she be? ]

I don't know what to say, really... [ She already knows it, after all, and he knows she wants him to say it, so here it goes..., ]

—but please... don't stop.

[illyasfeel]

What's that, Shirou?

[ If he wanted the answer to the question of how cruel can then little Einzbern be, he will be getting it in spades, smiling as she leans in, her fingers tantalizingly close but not quite touching him where he wants it.

She can play this game all day, if she wants to. But instead, she just shifts her body enough so that she can get her lips close to his ear, letting out a hot breath as she whispers: ]

You'll have to speak up if you really want it that badly, onii-chan. I won't understand you if you don't.

[ Or rather, she can just stop entirely, right there and then and leave him completely hanging. How would he like that? Not very much, she presumes. ]

You've never done this with anyone else before, right? I can make it so you'll crave for it forever... And never get it.

[projective]

[ He doesn't even know, his lack of experience showing in a greater extent. Even if he tries to hide it now, it would be no good. He could burn in shame, but at the end he still has to admit that all the caresses feel wonderful.

Taking a deep breath after her whisper, he builds upon himself some courage to speak more like usual. ]

R-right...

[ He shifts his ashamed gape to her once again, looking at her directly while scratching the back of his neck slowly. ]

I haven't. Am I ruining things that much? Sorry... [ Taking a pause to think, he places his elbow against the bed, lifting himself up slightly. ] Y-you know you can continue, please. Or do you want me doing something else?

——I'm slowly getting used to it, that's all.

[illyasfeel]

[ Hm, a tough question. Should she continue to give him the satisfaction or to ask something of him? Wondering that for a few seconds, Illya finally answers with the brightest grin. She'll give him what he wants, sure. But it comes with a rather hefty price.

Shirou should be willing to pay it, though. It's not like he would have much of a choice in the matter, if he's so desperate. ]

Then... Shirou has to kiss me, [ Hey, he asked for it, as her warm breath trickles against his ear, Illya slowly running a finger down his side. ] And refer to me as his older sister. If you can do that, then... I can give you what you want, onii-chan.

[ At the very least, he should be happy that he's being rewarded for doing a good deed, how nice of her! ]

[projective]

[ He certainly asked for it, and he was expecting this kind of exchange. He has to accept it now, even if reluctance (over fear of losing his control) says otherwise. It's something that tries to hold him to prevent any problems, but things don't seem that bad... Despite his visible shame and her ... lack of shame. ]

You don't need to give me anything, onee-chan. Only if you really want to.

[ He speaks the truth, after all. He wouldn't like her to do things if she's not enjoying it or doesn't want it.

He knows he needs to do now. He can feel how her warmth gradually permeates onto him. A silent nod is given at her words, so he slowly turns his face to meet her, eyes on the soft skin of her face. His approach is slow, but his lips ultimately find physical contact with the sides of her lips, pressing slightly on them at first. ]

[illyasfeel]

[ Hearing his refer to her as his onee-chan makes her heart pound heavily in her chest, causing Illya to grow nervous, cheeks flushing brightly as she swallows the lump in her throat, quite anxious, a stark contrast to how she was acting earlier.

And then he does exactly as he's told, even to the point where he says that he doesn't need anything. How selfless of him! Isn't that why he got into this mess to begin with?

But then his lips meet hers and she can feel her body grow warm, a soft sound slipping as she cranes her neck up, parting her lips as to deepen the kiss a little needily. ]

[projective]

[ At first, his kiss is clumsy, unsure how to approach, but grew slightly comfortable over the seconds they were kissing.

He doesn't mind calling her like a sister at all, but he keeps referring her as "Illya" over the familiarity. But if she requests the former, then he won't oppose.

Their breaths exchange, against the skin of each other. He dares to settle himself more comfortable at the break, so he could kiss her a tad better - hoping she wouldn't mind. Of course, there is still a part of him that doesn't think this is right... But it's slowly degrading as the kiss continues. ]

[illyasfeel]

[ No matter how morally wrong it might seem on the outside, it's what Illya wants more than anything, which is why she doesn't pause when he shifts his body; if he wants to make himself more comfortable, so be it.

Besides, it is a little difficult for her too, considering their size difference, but that's easily fixed with the slightest tilt of her head. And since he is doing so well, she will even reach towards his pants again, running fingers down, slowly... carefully. ]

[projective]

[ Actually the size difference isn't something that he finds problematic. It's not like he's that tall... He would like to be more taller, however.

But that isn't the problem right now.

Right now, he's focusing on trying to control himself. His movements feel way more comfortable and smooth, but his flustered face is still on the table. The kisses only grow better, taking small breaks in between them.

Her hands, something he has to deal with too... But right now he only focuses in wrapping his arms around her sides. Fingers tracing little circles there, stroking as the kisses continued. ]

[illyasfeel]

[ With every kiss, Illya can feel as if she's losing herself more and more, little by little. She's drowning in the intense ecstacy that it brings her, but that doesn't bother her one bit. Cheeks flush, her skin growing slightly warm as she hitches a breath, a sharp inhale through her nose as she parts her lips only to take it up a notch.

Her tongue flicks out playfully, tracing his lower lip as if to invite him. Give her more is the silent request she wants him to fulfill for her.

And as for her hands? They don't stop, just simply roaming down the front of his pants, feeling him through the fabric. ]

[projective]

[ A break, and not a moment later, his face flushes deeply once again, but it was less... embarrassed now. Eyes remained closed as he indulges into the kiss a little bit more, with slightly indignation that isn't visible.

Honestly, he couldn't have expected anything quite so… nice, he doesn't exactly have the words for it in mind, but he dismisses the thought as soon as her tongue tries to find his, which he reluctantly allows, opening his mouth slightly to let out the tip of his tongue. Their tongues clash and play together slowly. His breath starting to be unmanageable

His stomach is burning in sweet ecstasy, but it tightens at her further touches. He gets back at her with more passionate caresses, tugging at the bottom of her shirt to imply something. ]

[illyasfeel]

[ As expected, Shirou reacts in the way Illya wants him to. And yet, she can't help the widening of her blood red eyes when she feels the warmth of his tongue on her own, causing her to flinch slightly, her mind reeling from such a strong sensation as their tongue clash and skip and slide across each other.

There's a hunger in Illya's movements as the heel of her hand continues to just rub across the fabric, but not make any motions to take them off. But her own movements suddenly slow to a grinding halt when he caresses her almost out of nowhere, causing the smaller girl to pause, tilting her head before slowly reeling her lips from him, the only evidence of their kiss being the trail of saliva that barely connects them. ]

Shirou, you seem uneasy. [ Probably not the right word, but... ] Did you want something from your older sister?

belated reply because i thought i replied to this one. sorry—!

[projective]

[ The warmth embraces him in a way that he can't escape. Not like he would be able to do so, even if he wanted to. His eyes narrow while hers widen, and it's comprehensible. Their tongues meeting stimulating more than his senses now, and he pays full attention at its texture, enjoying it so far.

There's a stop, but he doesn't complain. A hollow starts to rip open his chest, and he knows what it is: the need to continue. Of course, he knows how to hide it not-so-pretty well, but at least he tries his best to speak his mind when prompted. ]

Shouldn't we... Take our clothes off?

[ But that was... really embarrassing to say. ]

no problem!

[illyasfeel]

I-- I know that!

[ Is she flustered? Maybe a little as her face burns a bright red. But she tries not to show her embarrassment, but it's not working out the way she wants it to. Which is why she starts to strip down, slowly undoing the scarf around her neck before following up by just removing the rest of her top.

There's nothing underneath but her bare, pure white skin for him to see. ]

Now it's your turn, Shirou.

[projective]

[ Hesitance swallows his movements after she gathered enough courage to take her garments off. Probably hesitance is not the right word — but right now he's too captivated by the smoothness of her skin. An oncoming rush of embarrassment rises and seats itself on his face, more apparent than before. Euphoria only growing bigger down there.

Of course, as soon as he’d worked enough bravery into his thought, he finds himself nodding. Such was his fate. He works with his pants now, taking them off slowly all the way down. They're quickly disregarded on the floor, and he's pretty much naked now. The only thing left in the table are his boxers and her skirt. ]

[worldcup]

[ Scooching herself closer to Shirou, she tilts her head to look at him carefully, pressing her body against his own, face nuzzling against his chest, as if to listen to a heartbeat that wasn't there. Fingers trail once again in that area before reaching towards his boxers.

It's the only thing that he's still wearing. She's going to have the honors of taking it off. ]

[projective]

[ This time she takes the initiative once again. It was embarrassing, yes, but unavoidable. A sharp breath goes out of his throat as she slowly takes her boxers off, diverting his gaze elsewhere to escape the shame.

When she's done with it, it's his turn to proceed (or that's what he believes, there's not much inside his mind right now), moving his deft, hesitant hands to take her skirt off, along with whatever that's inside. ]

[illyasfeel]

It's really cute, Shirou, [ The petite girl of winter comments with a smile when her fingers slowly reaches out to touch him directly, curious as to how it will feel around her small, delicate fingers as she eyes him taking off the rest of her own outfit. ]

Shirou is a really good brother, though, doing this for his onee-chan.