The next day, Archer sat on the roof and quietly thought as he gazed over the city.
I'm not sure how I feel about this, Archer thought to himself. The fact that he'd had sex with another man did not bother him. After so long as a counter-guardian – how long had it been? It felt like forever – such things meant very little. Technically it had been rape since no consent had been involved. However, Archer was not willing to consider it such. For one, without the mana transfer he would have died. Two, Archer preferred to be honest with himself and he could recognize the signs of post coital relaxation. Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. Am I upset that I can't remember it? Yes, that was part of his mixed up feelings. Fucking himself was an unbelievably rare event, he should at least recall it.
The relaxation and pleasant ache, though, told Archer that his body had enjoyed it. Crossing his ankles, he considered that. It was awkward, given that he still fully intended to kill Shirou. This new level of connection between them was not something Archer needed. Yet, he'd been given no choice in the matter. So what to do now?
Archer was not remotely surprised when someone sat down beside him on the edge of the roof.
"Archer, um…" Archer just patiently waited, wondering what Shirou had to say. "I'm really sorry." The words sounded choked and Archer looked at his younger self. He was staring at his hands, guilt written all over his face.
"There is nothing to be sorry for. Intentions are not everything but they are something and yours were purely good," Archer said before resting a hand on Shirou's shoulder. Unlike my own. That thought sent a twinge through him but Archer pushed it aside. Shirou looked away.
"I don't understand how you can be so calm about this!" The young man burst out. "I wish you would yell at me," Shirou admitted in an undertone and Archer's lips twisted in a wry smile. After so long with nothing but his own thoughts for company he understood how his own mind worked quite well.
"You want me to yell at you? To scream and rave and reassure you that I have no interest in you, so you do not have to confront your own feelings for me?" Archer said, well aware he was playing with fire. Really, he should give Shirou the rant he desired. Shirou was staring at him, his brown eyes wide. "I cannot give you what you desire. I do not hate you and I will not pretend so. You must resolve your feelings on your own." This was stupid, this was very stupid because the obvious way of doing that –
It happened as some part of him had known it would. Shirou's hand gripped the back of his head and Archer found himself pulled into a deep and intimate kiss. Oh yes. Smooth. Slippery. Delicious. Vaguely, Archer was aware that this had nothing to do with Shirou and everything to do with his simple need for human contact. If Saber or even Rin had come to his bed for simple lust, he would have welcomed them as eagerly. And oddly enough, that was good. If Archer had truly desired to bed himself he might have questioned his own sanity.
They only kissed though. It lasted until they were both breathless and in need of air. When they parted, gasping for breath, Shirou would have said something. But then Archer silenced him with a kiss, continuing what he had begun. Tender, so tender, yet so full of heat. Archer knew that Shirou likely felt quite different than he, his younger self might be infatuated. Well, they would burn that bridge when they came to it.
Shirou's hands played over the sides of his face, so gentle, as if Archer was something precious. He knew otherwise, he was the opposite of precious, but it made him feel… special. How long had it been since someone touched him that way? His last love interest had not been a tender woman…
Setting aside those thoughts – perhaps he would show that to Shirou someday, he'd quite enjoyed it – Archer savored the kiss, deepening it and exploring Shirou's mouth. Their tongues moved together, an intimate ballet. Ah, he was sweet, this innocent version of himself. Then Shirou was tugging on his hair and they parted for air again.
"We need a room," Shirou muttered and Archer chuckled.
"I find this roof is to my taste," he murmured in the younger man's ear, feeling him shiver. "My cloak spread out upon it, my body bared for you to ravish…" Hands clamped down hard on his arms and Archer smiled. He knew that image would get him off.
"Fuck Archer!" Shirou hissed in his ear and Archer gently nibbled and kissed along his throat and jaw. "Oh… my god…" His younger self was definitely losing his mind.
"Let go of me and I'll make that a reality," Archer breathed and felt Shirou's throat move in a swallow before the young man let him go. He promptly began disrobing. The coat really would make a serviceable blanket, he'd used it that way many's the time.
Archer was an expert at stripping down swiftly, oddly enough. He was done long before Shirou and spread his cloak on the surface of the roof before arranging himself invitingly. Archer smiled as a few fond memories passed through his mind. Sex was not a common thing but it did happen sometimes. Who was the last person to join him on this cloak? Hmm, probably Cu Chulainne. Pity the Hound of Ulster couldn't remember.
Shirou paused in his stripping to look at him, wide-eyed. Ah, such innocent lust, beautifully forthright and simple. Archer decided to make it worse, running a hand slowly over his erection. He half-closed his eyes, watching Shirou through his eyelashes. Archer rarely played the tempter but he was in the mood for it today… he heard a breathy exclamation and Shirou was hastily disrobing. What kind of hard-on did the teenager have for him? Archer smiled at the thought. It felt good to be desired.
Soon enough Shirou joined him on his coat and they kissed again, bodies rubbing together in a very pleasant way. Quite the erection Shirou had. Was he that big? Archer realized as soon as he thought it that it was idiotic, it wasn't like they got smaller. Oh, this was good but it could be better. Archer reached beside him and found the small bottle of hand cream he'd brought.
"You… have lube…?" Shirou sounded extremely confused as Archer coated his hand in the cream, using it to smooth the contact between them. "Why?"
"Mmm, I thought I might masturbate," Archer said candidly and was amused to see Shirou looking both aroused and appalled. "If you don't want an answer you shouldn't ask – " Shirou silenced him with a kiss, which was likely the course of wisdom.
As he stroked them together, Archer reflected on the odd differences between them. It made sense that he was more muscular, after the insanity he'd put himself through. The color differences could make sense. But how the hell had he gotten taller? Archer had no idea. Some kind of weird side-effect of all the magic he'd dosed himself with?
Any thought of that went by the wayside as Shirou moaned softly into his mouth, thrusting eagerly into his hand. Archer enjoyed the feeling of flesh rubbing against flesh, the delicious friction, but he wanted more. Ah yes he wanted so much more. Kissing the edge of Shirou's jaw he spoke in the younger man's ear.
"Do you want to take me again?" The shudder that ran through his younger self's body was more eloquent than words. "Prepare me," Archer murmured, nibbling along the edge of Shirou's jaw again. He could have done it himself but it would be so nice to feel another persons' fingers.
"Okay," Shirou said breathlessly before catching their lips together in another kiss. Archer savored it, even as Shirou coated his fingers in the cream. They parted, breathless, and Archer lifted his hips a bit so his younger self could more easily prepare him. Ah, yes, that felt good. Archer gasped softly as fingers slid into him, spreading the cream. "Is that okay? It doesn't hurt?" …Hehe.
"It feels good," Archer murmured, enjoying the sensation. Although. "If you find my prostate it would be even better." Archer gazed into Shirou's eyes, noticing again how they were the exact same shade as his own. The one thing to stay constant… then he groaned as fingers glided over that so sensitive spot. "Oh yes, there…" That felt incredible! Shirou was talented with his fingers and Archer surrendered himself to the bliss, murmuring soft praises for the pleasure he was experiencing. From the heavy breathing above him, Shirou found it highly arousing. Then that hand was pulled away and Shirou settled onto him, their lips meeting in another passionate kiss.
Then Shirou was entering his body and Archer moaned into his mouth as he was filled. After so long, so many lovers, it was easy to adjust. The innocent pleasure on Shirou's face was like a balm on his soul and Archer gently encouraged him, wrapping his legs around that lithe waist. Shirou was slighter but that was nice, they fit so well together.
"Archer…" Shirou breathed his name so intimately and a hand went through his hair, drawing him into another deep kiss. Archer savored the taste of his mouth, their tongues tangling together. God, he was delicious! Archer gasped into Shirou's mouth as the boys' cock rubbed over his prostate. The thrusts were slow and careful and Archer wondered if Shirou had researched this. And yet.
"You can go harder, I like that," Archer murmured in Shirou's ear. He had a masochistic streak, he would admit it. There was a sharp intake of breath and then Shirou speeded his thrusts. It did hurt a bit but in the very best of ways! Shirou's hand caressed his shaft before gently pumping him, stroking him in time with the thrusts. Archer shuddered, feeling the pleasure caressing his nerves. "Oh yes…" The thrusts were coming firmer, as Shirou's youthful excitement overwhelmed concern about hurting him. Archer was more than happy with that, running his hands over Shirou's shoulders, caressing his skin as he was filled so heavily.
Archer let his head fall back, gasping softly as he looked into Shirou's face. Golden brown eyes, precisely the same shade as his own, were wide and Shirou's expression was almost worshipping as he gazed down into Archer's face. Archer wondered what he was seeing. Then a particularly deft stroke wiped away any thought of that and Archer moaned, hearing Shirou's soft gasp.
"My god Archer you're so… amazing…" Amazing? Archer might have laughed but then his lips were caught again, plunging him into more passionate joy. The strokes on his cock were coming faster and Archer shuddered, wrapping his arms around Shirou's shoulders as he was brought closer and closer to orgasm. It felt absolutely incredible!
Shirou breathed sharply in his ear and that was Archer's only warning before his younger self bucked against him, a few sharp, erractic thrusts before he stiffened. The heat of the release inside him, the pulse of Shirou's member and the hand on his cock all brought him over the edge. Archer cried out, feeling the coil in his belly snap. Burying his face in Shirou's shoulder, Archer rode out the pulses of pleasure.
They were both left exhausted and panting. Archer closed his eyes for a moment, then open them as a hand gently stroked his cheek. Looking into Shirou's face Archer felt a twinge of guilt. Shirou was looking at him like he was precious again. It made his heart hurt.
"I'm not that special you know," Archer murmured, unable to keep the thought to himself. Shirou's eyes widened for a moment.
"You're incredible. I've never known anyone like you," Shirou said so sincerely that Archer had to laugh. Know anyone like him? He just had to know himself. Ah, god, he didn't even want to think about it. So instead he kissed Shirou thoroughly, tangling a hand through orange hair.
"While I wouldn't mind staying here, I don't feel the cold," Archer murmured in Shirou's ear and felt him shiver at the reminder. "Shall we go to your room?"
"Sure," Shirou said breathlessly and Archer could see the desire in his face, the cock inside him twitch. Another warm kiss and then his younger self pulled away, exiting his body. Archer considered the mess on himself before dismissing it as unimportant. He would just – "Here, use these?" Shirou was offering him tissues?
"Ah, thank you," Archer said before taking the Kleenex and wiping off the mess. Why did Shirou – oh, yes, he had a bit of a cold. Well this would be less embarrassing for his younger self than Archer's first thought, which was to just walk to his room naked. Rin and Saber were undoubtedly asleep.
Somewhat clean, Archer redonned his clothing, noticing Shirou watching him. He couldn't resist and gave his younger self a wicked smile. Shirou blinked before blushing and hurriedly pulling on his clothing. Ah, his younger self was so easy to tease. After all his experience Archer was nearly immune to embarrassment.
"My 'give a shit' circuits have been entirely burnt out," Archer murmured to himself. It was absolutely true, about things like modesty at least. A shame Japan didn't have any nude beaches. He'd really like to go to one. Amused by his own thoughts, Archer patiently waited for Shirou to finish dressing before starting out. Hmm, what should they do next? Archer's body tingled pleasantly as he considered it and he smiled to himself, glancing towards Shirou. What new things could he teach his younger self?
This would be a marvelous night.
Archer was dreaming lightly, having an interesting dream about chocolate cake. He was making the cake and tasting the batter. Shirou was there as well and his other self was helping him. Hmm, they should add chocolate chips to the batter? Oh yes they should that would be absolutely marvelous. Archer was aware he was dreaming but that didn't really matter as his mind conjured up the taste of chocolate perfectly.
"SHIROU!" His dream was annoyingly broken by a female voice. Archer groaned, rolling over just as the door opened. "Shirou, you need to… wake… up…" Archer frowned at the young girl in the doorway before realizing Shirou was hogging the blankets and in rolling away, he'd completely lost them.
"Miss Rin, has the art of knocking become a lost one?" Archer inquired as he grabbed a blanket and tried to pull it over his genitals. Shirou muttered sleepily and clutched the blankets tight. Rin squeaked, her eyes fixed on the part of him she'd never seen before. Archer growled softly and managed to snag a sheet, yanking it hard. When he had enough slack he draped it artistically over his privates.
"I, uh, what are you doing here Archer?" Rin asked, managing to recover her poise a bit. Archer arched his eyebrows.
"Is it not obvious?" he asked and had the pleasure of seeing Rin beginning to blush. Saber poked her head in after Rin and frowned at him for a moment, her gaze flicking to Shirou. Her frown deepened and Archer felt sure she would corner him later to ask about his intentions. For now, though, Saber vanished.
"Uh, Archer, gimme the blankets…" Shirou mumbled, trying to grab back the sheets. Archer was taken by surprise and the blanket slipped off again, exposing his glory to Rin. Rin suddenly squeaked and ran out, overcome by her embarrassment. Archer sighed in annoyance, pushing himself up.
"You'll likely regret that later," he told his younger self, who didn't hear, utterly cocooned in the blankets. All Archer could see was orange hair. "…Hmph." Archer's lips twitched in an unwilling smile. Then he leaned over and gently ruffled that orange hair. "I'll get you breakfast." He'd make an omelet. They had leftover miso soup and rice. Did they have any fish? He would have to check. Happily contemplating a bit of cooking, Archer stretched before getting out of bed and pulling on his clothes. As he did, he registered a deep feeling of contentment. Ah, it had been a long time since he'd felt so good. Archer knew it was a false pleasure, generated by something that shouldn't have happened in the first place. Yet for now, he would enjoy it.
It would end all too soon.