Fate/ Stay Night Archer meets Shirou Emiya After the 5th Holy Grail War

The sun had barely peeked over the horizon as Archer stood on the rooftop of Fuyuki City’s high-rise tower, surveying his city with a sense of ownership. It was his city now, earned through the blood and sweat of victory in the Holy Grail War.

Behind him, the clacking of wooden heels on concrete announced the arrival of Shirou Emiya. The boy approaches Archer, unarmed and wearing casual clothes; a far cry from the Saber outfit he so often donned in their previous encounters.

Archer turns around to face him, a smirk on his dark-skinned face. “Well, well, if it isn’t little brother. Here to bask in the glory of my victory?”

Shirou stops a few paces away, his golden eyes narrowed. “Hardly. I’m here to question your methods, Archer. The Holy Grail should have never been used for such baseundial desires as power and wealth.”

Archer chuckles at that, his sculpted body rippling. “Base? I assure you, I have far loftier goals than just material gain. But first, let me give you a reward for reaching the final stages of the Grail War.”

Without warning, Archer lunges forward, pinning Shirou against a rooftop vent. The young man struggles at first, shocked by this shift in tone. But Archer quickly captures Shirou’s mouth in a passionate kiss, soon forcing his tongue inside.

“Mmph!” Shirou tries to protest, but the sensations are overwhelming. Archer tastes of power and musk, his lips commanding.

Archer breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips. “You can’t deny it Shirou. You want this. You desire me, the same as I desire you.”

Shirou flushes bright red, opening his mouth in a shocked ‘O’. “Y-you’re crazy! I’m not gay.”

Archer simply smirks, his large, calloused hands roaming down Shirou’s body. “Oh, I think you are. The way you look at me when you think I’m not watching… with such longing and desire.” His hands deftly undo Shirou’s belt. “And I bet you’ve imagined this moment a thousand times.”

Shirou trembles as cool air licks his half-hard member. Archer chuckles, releasing his hold on Shirou and stepping back. “On your knees.” It’s not a request.

Shirou hesitates a moment, shame warring with desire on his face. Then he sinks to his knees, head bowed submissively. Archer runs a hand through Shirou’s hair in approval before presenting his huge, thick dick to the smaller man’s face.

“Taste it.” Archer commands, grabbing the base and smacking it against Shirou’s cheeks. Shirou whimpers a bit at the musky scent, but obediently opens his mouth. Archer wastes no time, forcing his girthy length in all the way to the back of Shirou’s throat. Wet squelching and gagging noises fill the air as Archer ruthlessly fucks Shirou’s face, making use of his tight mouth.

“Mmhhg!” Shirou drools and gags around Archer’s invading flesh, tears streaming down his face. But he doesn’t resist, sending Archer the message that this is what he wants.

Archer pulls out just as Shirou starts to panic, letting the boy catch his breath. Shirou gasps and sputters, his saliva and Archer’s pre connecting them. Archer eyes his face with satisfaction.

“There’s a good little cocksucker,” Archer purrs. He grabs Shirou under the arms and effortlessly tosses him onto his back on top of the concrete. Shirou yelps in surprise then moans as Archer flips up his shirt and dives down, laying harsh bites and sucks all over his chest and stomach.

Shirou writhes and tries to push Archer off half-heartedly. “A-Archer! Not so rough! It hurts!”

Archer just grins, leaving a bright red hickey on Shirou’s collarbone. He tears off Shirou’s pants, exposing his rock hard cock. Archer smirks, running his tongue along the underside of Shirou’s member. “You’re loud and needy… but I like that. Now, hold still.”

Shirou gulps, nodding faintly as Archer squeezes more grease onto his shaft. Archer throws a leg over Shirou’s hips, lowering himself onto the boy’s lap with a slow moan. Shirou whines, buried to the hilt in Archer’s tight heat. Archer grinds down, riding Shirou’s dick with firm rolls of his hips.

“Nghh… Shirou… you feel so good inside me…” Archer pants, hooking his legs around Shirou’s waist. Shirou’s eyes roll back as Archer clenches tightly around him, milking his shaft. He retaliates by grabbing Archer’s-large hips and slamming upwards, making Archer yelp.

The rooftop soon fills with the lewd slaps of skin against skin, Archer’s high moans and Shirou’s low gasps intermingling. Archer’s cock twitches and drools precum as he’s fucked hard, his nails leaving crescent marks in Shirou’s shoulders.

“I’m… I’m cumming!” Shirou gasps, finally hitting that edge. He grabs Archer’s hips in a bruising grip and pulls him down one final time, burying himself in Archer’s depths.

“Oh fuck… yes!” Archer cries out, tumbling over that precipice a moment later. Shirou feels ropes of warm fluid pump out of him, coating his cock. Archer slumps onto his chest, shivering in the afterglow.

Shirou wraps his arms around Archer, giving him a light squeeze. Archer smiles, enjoying the feeling of Shirou still buried inside him. “See Shirou? We’re not so different after all.”

They share a kiss, deep and sweet, there on the rooftop of the tower that Archer conquered. Shirou breaks it first, nuzzling Archer’s cheek. “For the record, I’m not gay. Just gay for you.”

“And for the record, I don’t share,” Archer replies, nibbling Shirou’s ear lobe. “You’re mine now, Shirou.”

Shirou smiles, already forgetting his previous reservations. “Definitely.”