Desperation Act (Fate/Stay Night)

[b]Disclaimer: Fate/Stay Night belong to Type-Moon and their respective companies. I do not own either properties or the characters contained within. This story is not written for profit, just entertainment.

Author’s Notes: This was part of a lot larger story that I wasn’t quite happy with, but however the porn was still good. So with some creative editing I have a one shot that I can still share the porn with.


Rin stared at the red gem gleaming in the dying sunlight from her room. Soon she’d need to turn on her lamp, but right now she was using the dying sunlight to studying the gem as her mind raced. She clutched the pendent with a sigh before standing up from her chair and walking back to her jewelry box. She laid the pendent back into the velvet confines and closed it.

She began to place around the room as her mind flashed through everything that had happened today.

Her sister wanted her worse than dead, Sakura wanted her to suffer as she apparently had.

Emiya Shirou was dead possibly by the hand of another Master and their Servant because he didn’t take solace at the Church.

And somehow she had Summoned an Emiya Shirou from another reality who had some how managed to become an Epic Hero.

She gnashed her teeth before heading down to the basement. She turned on the light to see Archer sitting in typical Japanese style in the center of the Summoning Circle. She could feel the mana from the leyline resonating through the circle and seeping into him. He blinked up at her as she stormed her way in front of him.

“First and foremost, I’m tired of your bullshit. I want straight answers to these yes and no questions, Archer,” Rin demanded from him as she looked down at him.

Archer sighed and said, “I should have been expecting this, but go ahead and ask your questions. However I have one condition.”

“You’re a Servant, and at this point you don’t get to make any conditions,” Rin retorted.

Then, in one smooth motion he stood up and stared her down with his hands on his hips. He replied, “I think as your Servant, with your safety being first and foremost, I want to know what the hell happened with your sister.”

“So you know Sakura’s my sister then,” Rin said quietly.

He nodded and said, “Yes, in typical stupid magus fashion your family and the Matou family came up with a deal and Sakura was passed onto the Matou’s because their magical blood and circuits all died. Matou Shinji is Rider’s Master, which explains the chain mark like bruise along your throat.”

“And you know this because you’re Emiya Shirou,” Rin stated, not making her voice a question.

He nodded and said, “Yes, and I fought in the Fifth Grail war of my time and the version of Tohsaka Rin helped me out quite a bit in that war.”

“What’s your Noble Phantasm?” Rin asked with a sigh.

Archer answered, “I technically don’t have one, but I implement a unique form of Tracing to duplicate other Noble Phantasms that are almost perfect matches to the original.”

“The Emiya-kun of this time was a rather half assed magus. That’s why I let him be because I didn’t want the Association to come after him,” Rin sighed as she pressed her palms into her eyes.

Archer replied, “I had learned a lot in those ten years, and made a deal that I shouldn’t have as well. I’m not a heroic spirit in the sense that I have a legend. I made a deal with the World.”

“So not only do I Summon a former classmate who’s a half assed magus, I don’t even have a true Heroic Spirit,” Rin groaned as she started to see stars from pressing her hands into her eyes, “So you being able to beat every Servant was just a lie then.”

Archer chuckled and said, “No, I wasn’t lying about that. Remember, I know the identities of all the Servants and their Masters. I know their weaknesses and can create the weapons to exploit them.”

“This isn’t the time to be laughing,” Rin snapped at him as she lowered her hands from her eyes and glared at him.

His expression softened and he sighed. He said, “Sakura didn’t try to kill you, did she? She wanted to keep you alive, right?”

“Yes,” she answered as she wrapped her arms around her. With Archer injured and not even a real Heroic Spirit they didn’t have a snowball’s chance in Hell to win this War. Not at least how they were. Archer was a magus of sorts, perhaps a very individualized magus, but that was something she could use. She could amplify his power with her own even more than the Master and Servant bond.

To top it all off her sister wanted to torture her.

Rin bit her lip as she rolled up her sleeve to look at the Crest hidden on her arm. She charged up her circuits and they flashed briefly and the Crest glowed its bright, alien green. She released the mana and rolled back up her sleeve. She held her chin as her mind raced. She could give him part of her Crest and her circuits to create a temporary bond and fuel him with the rest of her mana, however that would waste her Crest and she’d lose part of her circuits to do that.

There was another way that wouldn’t cost her anything permanent and would be something she would eventually lost anyway. She studied her Servant as he stood in the Circle watching her with those grey eyes of his. She turned away on her heel to go to her father’s study to do some more research before she made her final decision.

******
Archer sighed as he sat in the Circle. He ran a hand through his hair as his own mind was racing. He tilted his head thoughtfully at the predicament that he was in and that Rin now knew exactly who he was. It would change the whole way the War would be fought especially since his goal of killing himself was a moot point now. However, his role would be to protect Rin from her sister and the other Masters and Servants, especially Kotomine. He scowled as he debated about telling her everything or just giving answers when she asked them. However, he knew that her trusting him was going to be an issue because he’d been lying from the start to her, or perhaps she thought he did experience some sort of temporary amnesia due to her Summoning.

“Well, it can’t be helped,” he stated softly to himself, just to get some sound in the empty room.

“Yes, it really can’t,” Rin’s voice echoed from the doorway. Archer looked up to see Rin making her way down the steps, her long raven hair free of its ribbons and spilling behind her. There was a slight flush on her cheeks as she approached the Circle. Without a word she stepped out of her skirt and panties.

Archer’s eyes widened as he looked up at her as she kept holding the bottom of her shirt to cover herself. He stood up and stammered, “Rin, what are you doing?”

Her cheeks matched her shirt as she answered, “I need to supply you with more mana to heal your wound, more than what the connection provides. I can open up another channel to you to give you even more mana for a short period of time. The easiest way to do this is through Tantric Rites.”

“Rin . . . I can’t . . . do that with you . . .” he managed as he looked away from her blushing form with the long, slim legs sheathed in tempting black leaving a ring of perfect white flesh bare peeking out from under the red shirt she was wearing.

She snapped, “It’s either that or I give you some of my magic circuits which I will never get back and a part of my Crest. I need those. So, I should just do this with something that is meant to be lost anyway.”

He looked back at her and noticed that she was clutching the edges of her shirt with shaking hands. “Rin, I’ll be fine, you don’t need to give this up,” he replied as he quickly looked away.

She stepped in the Circle and she grabbed his chin. With a sharp jerk he was looking down at her wavering aquamarine eyes as she hissed, “Why do you have to be so damn difficult? Do you just like disobeying orders so much?”

“I don’t want you to do this because of something I will recover anyway,” Archer snapped back as he attempted to move away from her yet she was holding him with fingers like steel.

“Archer, you said it yourself, you’re not a heroic spirit. I’m not going to wallow over my folly. Yes, I’m pissed that I Summoned some sort of half-assed hero, but that’s my fault and not yours. It’ll do no good to mope over it. We need to move on so we can win this War,” Rin said firmly, “And I’ll do it by any means necessary. If I need to have sex with you to make you stronger, then I’ll do it.”

He swallowed as he looked down at her. Then she backed away from him and laid down on the ground with her legs locked tightly together and still holding her shirt down as much as she could. Her eyes clinched shut as soon as she settled onto the cold concrete floor carved with hardened jewels. Archer swallowed at the offering before him as Rin snapped, “Well, get on with it! I’ll make the connection, you just focus on coming, and don’t think of such things as putting it in my mouth or releasing in side of me.”

She was trembling, but the order was pressing on him now. Archer bit his lip as he pulled off his mantle and tail and folded them together. He set them down before stripping down before her. She still had her eyes tightly shut as she bit her lip, waiting for the inevitable. His chest tightened at the look on her face as he knelt down beside her. He gently lifted her head up and those eyes opened to face him.

“Archer, what are you doing?” she managed as he set the make shift pillow down where her head would go.

Archer stroked her cheek and her face reddened even more at that touch. He ignored the question as he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. Her breath was rapid against his lips and he barely kissed her again. Her breath caught in her throat as her lips slightly parted. He took advantage of this to kiss her again, gently teasing her lips to move with his. There was a tiny whimper and then she was kissing him awkwardly back as her arms wrapped around him.

He kept the kisses slow and gentle until some of the tension eased from her back and shoulders. Then he brushed against her sweet lips with his tongue, needing to taste her. Her lips parted in invitation and he swept his tongue into her mouth. She responded in kind, her own small tongue wrestling against his as her slim hands clutched at his back. She made a little moan against his lips before she had to pull away to gasp for breath. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were pink and swollen and her eyes were jewel bright as they looked down and back up again.

“Ah, Archer . . .” she stammered as she looked down.

He stroked her hair and asked, “Yes, Rin?”

“Why did you do that?” she asked in a small voice before her intense gaze met his again.

He smiled and replied, “Because I wanted to.”

“What?” she blurted out, “Why didn’t you just . . . shove it in?”

Archer sighed and said, “Rin let the person who has more experience lead in this matter.”

“But I’m your Master,” she retorted as she glared at him.

He smirked and leaned to kiss her ear, flashes of old memories telling him exactly where he needed to go. She whimpered, shivered and clutched at him as he lightly laved the shell. He felt her shake her head against her bare shoulder, the raw silk of her hair caressing his bare skin. He whispered in her ear, “Just relax. This’ll help me come. That’s what you want right?”

She nodded and said, “Then do what you need to do then.”

He smirked at her consent before lightly sucking on her ear lobe, causing her to call out his title and clutch his shoulders. He began to run his lips down her throat to taste her skin and lose himself in the sweet smell of tea and roses that was Rin. His own need was becoming rapidly apparent and painfully swollen as all the repressed desires raged to the forefront. He gave into them, he let them go only to slide his hands over the gentle curves guarded by her red shirt. He cupped soft, firm mounds through the cotton fabric and kneaded them together than apart.

Rin was breathing hard against him as he moved to kiss her again. This time she was more eager and receptive, her own tongue plunging into his mouth as her inner nature took over. He knew exactly how passionate she could be and wanted to saver this moment. However, taking her on the basement floor wasn’t his first choice. She deserved her bed, but these were the terms he’d been given and would have to work around. Soon he slid his hands to the lip of her shirt to pull it off.

Her hands moved to grip his arms as she panted, “W-w-what are you doing? You don’t need to take that off! I’ve got the bottom off, so you can leave that on, and why did you take your clothing off?”

“It’s better to do it like this,” he said as he gently freed his hands and jerked her shirt up. She gave a tiny cry as he lifted her up to pull the shirt off and let it go. She was only in her white camisole and thigh highs now, giving him almost a clear view of her slim form. Her legs were pressed tightly together as one hand went up to cover the gentle slit that guarded the haven of her body. His nostrils flared as he looked at her girlish form before pulling the camisole off, leaving her bare.

Her cheeks flushed as red as her shirt as he looked at her with her raven hair spilled on the red of his mantle and her eyes tightly shut. Her skin had healthy rosy undertones with it and her coppery-pink nipples were begging him to touch them until they hardened to tiny points. “Rin,” he said as he stroked her shoulder and trailed his fingers to the back of her head, “Look at me Rin.”

She swallowed and those gorgeous aquamarine eyes opened, completing the picture. Rin lay before him, a virtual virgin sacrifice laid bare before him to take. His fingers found the soft hair at the nape of her neck as he massaged the back of her scalp as her eyes widened as she took in his own battle scarred form. After a while, he had stopped caring how he looked because he would only get scar after scar from bullet and knife wounds during his life time. She licked her lips as one of her long fingered hands stroked the scar over his heart.

“You really are Shirou, aren’t you?” she whispered as she kept her eyes focused above his waist, not to mention how he was kneeling beside her was keeping him hidden from her view.

Her fingers were surprisingly rough as they ran over the scar on his heart and he took a deep breath. He nodded and said, “Yeah, and a version of you healed me then as well.”


“I’m not her,” she said as she pressed her lips together.

Archer leaned forward and replied, “She was lost to me a long time ago, besides, I like my Master now.”

“You like me?” she blurted out as she looked up at him with wide eyes.

He chuckled and replied, “Yes, I like you very much Rin. You’re the only person I’d ever consider my Master.”

To his surprise she sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck before pressing her lips against his. He groaned against the innocent press of her lips again as he kissed her in return, tasting her on his lips and tongue. She responded quizzically with her tongue as well as they continued to kiss as he stretched out beside her. He felt her heartbeat flutter beside him only to trail his mouth from her soft lips down the alabaster column of her throat to lave there.

She arched with a tiny gasp as his hands moved up on their own violation to the soft mounds of her breasts. The small mounds fit nicely in his palm with the nipple pressing down on his hand ever so slightly as he began to knead them gently together and apart. She shook her head as she gasped only to bite her lip. Her eyes were glowing slits as she started to lose focus as she was making tiny sounds as he moved his thumbs to gently rub them over her nipples. Soon they grew taunt into hard little points that made Rin arch with every brush of his fingers.

He trailed his lips lower until he could nurse on her supple flesh, laving the point with his tongue until they glistened in the dim light. Need was thrumming in his body, demanding that he just spread her legs apart and thrust into her until they broke, but he steeled himself. Besides, he wanted to see Rin writhe and scream in tormented ecstasy. He wanted to burry his head between those pristine thighs of hers and lave her hollow until she screamed. Then he wanted to thrust himself hilt deep into her until neither knew where they began and the other ended.

Archer sucked greedily on her left nipple as his fingers played with the right. Rin was still making those tiny gasping noises as she moved restlessly. He looked up at her as she said, “It . . . feels . . .”

“Am I hurting you?” he asked with a tiny smirk.

Rin bit her lip, shook her head and said, “N-n-no. I told you, we really don’t need to do this.”

Archer ignored her and switched breasts to toy with the left nipple with his fingers. Rin actually made a tiny cry as she turned her head away from him and clinched her eyes shut. She was breathing hard with flushed cheeks, causing her breasts to rise and fall sharply with each breath. Archer admired the sight before he started to move lower. He gathered her supple thighs in his hands and moved her legs apart. He saw Rin tense and press her fingers into the floor as if she was bracing herself.

He sighed at the bare, delicate slit and ran his finger over it. Rin’s hips bolted up ever so slightly as she made a muffled sound. He murmured, “Well, this won’t do at all.”

“W-well . . . aren’t you going to put it in?” Rin stammered as she kept her eyes closed and her head turned away from him.

Archer spread her open and grimaced at the mostly dry pink folds before him. She was glistening slightly around the entrance to her body, but that was it. “You’re not even wet Rin,” Archer sighed with a shake of his head.

“That doesn’t matter,” Rin snapped, “Just . . . shove it in and get to business. We don’t have all night.”

Annoyed with her urging, Archer bowed his head down and wrapped his lips around the tiny nub at the apex of her folds. Without warning he began to suck on the point until it began to swell under his lips. Rin cried out, “N-n-n-no! A-a-archer . . . It’s dirty and if y-y-y-you do that I’ll . . .”

That’s what I want, Rin, he thought as he felt the pressure of her hands on his shoulders as he ignored her order as he flickered his tongue over the point. He used his fingers to hold her folds apart so he could lave around the sensitive nub until she was panting under him. He felt it start to recede ever so slightly and he worked his jaw to build up saliva in his mouth before licking her full with the brunt of his tongue. She whimpered at that before he wrapped his lips around the nub again and began to suck on it. He had to hold her open more and more as he felt her flutter underneath him until she bucked up hard with a scream.

As she shuddered and cried he continued to suck on her and slid a finger inside her now soaking wet tightness. He inwardly smirked at the molten, wet heat surrounding his finger as her walls collapsed around him. Soon her cries took a painful note and he lifted his lips from the quivering nub to give it one tiny kiss. Yet he kept moving his finger in and out of her to try to ease the tightness crushing it, the same tightness that would be crushing something much longer and thicker within moments.

He lifted his head to look up at Rin who was panting and admired the slight sheen of sweat on her pale skin. He kissed her stomach only to be glared at. He smiled wolfishly at her as she glared down at him. She snapped, “We’re supposed to come together . . . now you . . .”

“Rin, if I would have entered you dry like you were, you wouldn’t have come at all and it would have hurt even worse,” he said with a frown, “Now that you’re . . .” He looked down at the wetness almost coating his hand and removed his finger to her. He held the glistening digits up to her with a smile and said, “Now that you’re ready it’ll be easier for you.”

As she watched with wide aquamarine eyes he held his soaked finger up and inhaled the musky, spicy scent of her arousal. He licked his finger clean, tasting the oddly tangy, slightly metallic yet strangely sweet taste of her need. Her cheeks turned even more red as her eyes widened at that. She shyly looked down and then away from him.

Sighing, he nudged her legs apart with his thighs as he settled between her legs. He frowned at her hands at her sides again and clutching the floor as best as she could. He lowered his head towards hers and moved his hand to gently stroke her cheek before running his fingers through her hair. He whispered, “Rin, please look at me.”

She turned her head to face him right as he lowered his lips to hers again. He kissed her
soothingly as he guided his heated length with his hand to her core. He pressed at her smooth slit, nudged her folds apart and rested himself to the hollow of her body. He continued to kiss her, his own blood racing through his veins as his heart pounded loudly. Fire was racing in his veins and she hadn’t even touched him, but having Rin underneath him like this was enough to drive him insane.

He pulled back from her lips so she could breathe as he slowly started to press into her. The tip was barely in, surrounding him in hot, tight, soft wetness as Rin hissed and her muscles tensed. He stroked her hair and whispered, “J-just relax for me, Rin.”

“A-a-archer, you’re in, right?” she gasped as her eyes bore into his.

He swallowed as his body tensed, the urge to arch his hips and thrust deeply into her was overwhelming but he managed to keep himself still despite everything. He shook his head and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“T-t-there’s more,” she said with a pained look.

He closed his eyes, swallowed and nodded. Since he didn’t need to guide himself in anymore, he moved his hand to hold hers. He expected her to try to slide it free or to protest, but she intertwined her fingers with his and gripped them tightly. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised.

“W-why are you doing all of this for me?” she asked.

He opened his eyes to look at her earnest, flushed face and wide eyes. He answered in a hoarse voice, “Because I like you and you deserve more than being on your basement floor.”

“But you told me to stay in the basement,” she said in a shaky voice.

Archer chuckled despite the tension raging in his body and replied, “Well, I was teasing you then.”

“Do it,” Rin said as she gripped his hand tightly, her eyes locking with his with even more pressure than what was around his hand. “It’ll hurt less, inside me, right?” she asked timidly.

He groaned as slim legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer. He replied, “Rin . . . It’ll still hurt. I’ll . . . go slow.”

She nodded and held his hand tightly as he pressed into her more and the barrier gave slightly. Rin gasped painfully as her free hand gripped his shoulder with enough pressure to bruise as her nails bit slightly into his skin. His heart was racing, his blood pounding and he was swelling painfully as he pressed more into her. She flinched with another gasp and his vision blurred as he was slowly gripped by her body. Unable to take it, he drew his hips back slightly before thrusting forward.

There was a pop of pressure as he was crushed before he slid inside her to the hilt. Rin cried out and he felt a sharp pain in his hand and shoulder from where she gripped him. He was breathing hard as she gripped him like a vice from within as he felt her core try to push him out, sending a flash of pure fire up and down his spine and through his veins. He groaned at the feel of her around him and moved his head to capture her lips in a furious kiss because he needed to taste her.

She made a tiny whimpering noise against his lips as she surrendered to his kiss as he kept still within her. Yet kissed her to devour her, because he needed to burn the image of Tohsaka Rin like this with him in his mind. He swept his tongue through her mouth and he moaned at the feel of her sliding hers along with his as she clutched at him. He could hear her heart pounding as well as the ache in his loins became unbearable to him. His mind was racing, he was breathing hard, his body was aching and his muscles were twitching as he lay still within her. The crushing pressure was intense, but the sweet caress of liquid heat urged him to act.

“Rin?” he asked in a hoarse voice, “I need to move.”

He looked down into her wavering aquamarine eyes and the tears that were about to spill from them. So, Archer braced himself until he had full consent to move so he wouldn’t hurt her more. Then she gave a tiny nod and he drew his hips up in a slow motion before surging back down. He groaned at the silken caress as she gripped him within as he began to move within her. Rin’s legs around his waist tightened as she gasped, but he knew she was still hurting, yet he was no where near coming himself.

Archer moved slowly, feeling her body open for him centimeter by centimeter with each gentle thrust. Her folds caressed him and gripped him within as the crushing pressure lessened. Soon he felt her start to flutter around him ever so slightly as she was soon moving with him with tiny gasps. He stared at her flushed cheeks, parted lips and half closed eyes as she began to move in synch with him. He groaned at that and the fire licking his body, his veins and pooling at his core that was threatening to consume him from within.

To his surprise, Rin suddenly moved up to capture his lips in a kiss as she held him tightly while rocking in time with his thrusts. They ravaged each others’ mouths as their lips, teeth and tongues as their bodies moved into perfect rhythm as they fused together as one. “C-can you take more?” he managed as he pulled apart from her so she could gasp for air.

She nodded pressed her face into his shoulder as she clutched him. Archer’s chest tightened at the sight and feel of her holding him close like this. He drew his hips and picked up his pace to move inside of her. He groaned as lightning shot through his body at the increased friction as he moved within her. He felt the pressure rising within him steadily as he began to move harder and faster inside of her. Rin arched up with a tiny cry as she held him tightly, her fingernails digging into his shoulders hard enough to break skin, but that only added to the sensation.

His vision was burring and as he felt himself swell inside her even more while her core fluttered and gripped him, signaling that she was enjoying this as well. He gripped her tight and just lost himself into her, moving his hips harder and faster to feel the pleasure spiral within him. He arched back enough to slide a hand down to where they were joined and brushed his finger tips rapidly over the point of her weakness. Rin arched back with a loud cry that echoed throughout the dark room that only added to the ecstasy bubbling up within him.

The pressure was overwhelming as he felt himself swell painfully for the final push. Archer’s body was trembling as lightning suddenly struck him from within. He pulled himself out with a groan as he shuddered, surrendering at last. His vision burned white as he emptied himself onto Rin, pulse after pulse. He hard her scream and arch up as well as he began to spill himself onto her while her hands clutched him.

Then he felt his own magic circuits spark and mana flood into them, causing his eyes to widen at the power now humming through him. He arched back as he felt the gash in his chest tingle and then burn as it knitted together and healed to reveal his own hard muscles and a slight white line adding to the myriad of scars already carved into his body. He blinked at the power thrumming within him and then looked down at Rin.

Her head was tilted back as she gasped for air, her raven hair slicked back from her face with sweat as tiny droplets of it ran down the flushed gentle curves of her body. He scowled at the pearly white liquid spilled across her blood stained thighs. Archer sighed and he flinched at the blood trickling from her core as well, blood that was no doubt smeared upon him right now. He stood up and gently cradled her into his arms.

“Archer, what are you doing?” she demanded, but she didn’t fight him nor did she struggle. Instead those slim arms intertwined around his neck as he carried her

Archer answered, “Now it’s my turn to take care of you.” Then he held her close as he carried her up the steps.

******

Rin awoke to bright sunlight seeping through her drawn curtains. She rolled over with a moan as she burrowed deeply in her covers to try the assuage the gathering light, but that just brought her legs together, pressing against her to remind her of the soreness between them. She moaned a little bit at the raw tenderness she found there as the memories of last night flooded back to her as consciousness swept away the groggy confusion.

She sat up in her bed as she held her heavy comforter around her only to realize she was wearing her beloved yellow with black cat pajamas. She didn’t remember getting dressed after she’d managed to shoo her Servant from the bathroom to clean up and check herself out. She’d almost screamed at the amount of blood she saw on her thighs and still trickling ever so slightly from her vagina. She’d heard things from some of the more risqué girls at school about what sex was like, and Rin had expected pain, but not everything else.

She hadn’t expected Archer to be so caring or considerate towards her, and she didn’t expect his confession of liking her. Had the situation been vastly different, if Archer had been some distinguished slightly older magus Rin would have been jumping for joy at the catch. Instead, it was her Servant who had made her feel things she’d never even thought possible. Yes, it had hurt considerably when he entered her, and she certainly did not expect him to be that big as well.

Rin scowled as she moved to look at the alarm clock on her nightstand to see if she still had any time left before school to doze some more. Her eyes widened at the clock’s readout and she was about to scream when her bedroom door opened. She stared to see Archer enter her room holding a tray with a pot of tea, the fixings for two cups of tea, toast and her favorite brand of strawberry jam. “Good, I was figuring you’d be awake by now,” Archer said in a quiet voice as he walked over to her.

The silent alarm clock was lifted as Rin demanded, “Why didn’t it go off? Do you know what time it is? School’s already been in session for three hours!”

“I know, but with Sakura wanting to harm you, school’s the last place you should be right now, Rin,” Archer said firmly as he sat the tray in front of her and then proceeded to sit on the bed with her. He poured them each a cup of tea and Rin watched as he carefully added the proper amounts of sugar and cream that she enjoyed into hers and added very little to his. The magus bit her lip as his large hands presented her with the tea cup while his grey eyes traveled all over her.

Rin looked down to see that one of her buttons had come undone over the coarse of the night, revealing some of her very small cleavage. She felt her cheeks burning as she raced to button it back up. Idiot, it’s not like he’s seen everything already, she thought as she lowered her hands and concentrated on the tea. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and inhaled the sweet fragrance of one of her favorite Western teas. She blew on it slightly before taking the first sip and sighed.

She opened her eyes and stared at him. She said, “I’m not going to hide in my home because of this.”

“I know that and I don’t expect you to, but you had a rough night,” Archer said as he looked away, guilt etched into his handsome features. He looked back at her and asked, “How are you?”

“Honestly, a bit sore,” she said as her cheeks flushed even more as she took another sip of her tea.

Archer replied, “I’m sorry.”

“It was my decision, all right? I’m not going to go all violated maiden on you! It was the most sensible course of action that I had before me,” Rin snapped at him with a glare.

Steel eyes narrowed at her as Archer retorted, “I’m sorry, I was worried about you.”

“Just because I shared mana with you, don’t take it as anything,” Rin said as she looked away from him.

Then warm, callused hands were on her face right before she was looking into those eyes again. She swallowed as he stared at her, easily keeping her held. Even though Emiya Shirou wasn’t a true Heroic spirit such as Saber or Lancer, he was more than powerful enough to crush her if he wanted to. However, she stared back into his eyes unflinchingly as he said, “I meant what I said last night.”

“That you like me?” Rin asked as the touch on her face gentled and now he was cupping her cheek.

He gave a quiet nod before answering, “Yes, I do. I sort of always have. I guess I’m fated to be with you Rin.”

Her eyes widened, she sighed and then she bowed her head. Her heart was racing, her head was spinning and she had no idea how to reply. “Last night meant a lot to me. I know you were thinking of yourself as a magus, but I couldn’t hurt you like that. Besides, I’d be lying that if I said that I didn’t want you as a woman,” Archer confessed as his hand moved from her cheek as he stroked her hair.

Rin’s throat was raw as she swallowed before looking back up at him again. She asked him in a small voice, “Then why all the teasing?”

“Well, I enjoy your reaction for one thing, and I guess it’s a bit of revenge for always being below Tohsaka Rin’s level,” he said with a lopsided grin.

“This is an unexpected development,” Rin said with a grin of her own as she met his eyes. Then she laughed at the irony of it all and shook her head. “The boy that I always had a crush on comes from the future to be my Servant. It sounds like the half-baked plot of some anime or manga.”

Archer confessed, “Actually, I was planning on killing my younger self.”

“What?” Rin asked as she stared at her Servant.

Broad shoulders slumped, he sighed, and answered, “If . . . Well, after last night I feel I owe you this.” Then there was a slight smile as he said, “And you lifted quite a bit of tension from my shoulders as well, Rin.”

It felt as if her cheeks had caught on fire as she said, “Tell me, Archer.”

“My father saved me from that fire ten years ago. Emiya Kiritsugu was one of the last Masters in that war, and he found me near death in that fire all those years ago. I was left hollow after that fire because technically I had died, and the thing I clung to was the Old Man’s dream to save everyone,” Archer explained, “And I lived my life for others, caring nothing of myself. I helped when I could and then it started to get twisted. I just didn’t want to see anyone cry, but I couldn’t ease everyone’s suffering in the long run. There was a point where I asked for a miracle.”

Rin frowned as her cheeks started to cool off but the rest of her began to burn as she resisted the urge to glare at him. She was proud of the evenness of her voice as she said, “You made a deal with the World for power.”

“A Faustian pact in the truest sense of the world. Give me power and I’ll serve you after death, but I was happy with this decision. That I’d be helping people even after I died. Hell, I was even betrayed by one of the very people I saved that day and marched upon the gallows, but I still was happy,” Archer confessed as his steel grey eyes narrowed.

Rin nodded and awaited the rest of his story. Archer looked away, gritted his teeth and continued, his voice becoming low and gravely, “But it wasn’t like that at all. They made me into a Counter Guardian.”

“Cleaners for humanity. Mages know about the Counter Force because it halts them from reaching the Root,” Rin said with a nod.

Archer snorted and said, “There’s more than that Rin. They also clean up after disasters so they don’t spread to the rest of humanity, but they wipe out everyone, even survivors. I killed, and killed and killed even more only to have the knowledge that blood is on my hand. Over and over again, powerless to stop it and only able to look upon those records on the Throne. Then a chance that was even less than one percent presented itself to me. I could stop Emiya Shirou with my own hands before he became a hero. Create a giant enough paradox to get myself erased from the records.”

“Idiot!” Rin snapped as she forced mana into her hand and Reinforced it. She brought up her hand and struck hard enough to snap Archer’s head back from the side. “You damned idiot, what the hell were you thinking? Don’t you care about yourself?” she demanded as he stared at her.

Archer blinked a few times before snorted, “Not until it was too late.”

“Moron,” Rin huffed, “And do you honestly think you could cause a paradox? If you go about it that way, you can’t be saved.”

Archer replied, “I didn’t want to be saved. I just wanted to die.”

“What about when you were a kid?” Rin asked firmly as she met his eyes.

Steel eyes looked down as he admitted, “I didn’t want to die.”

“And now?” Rin demanded as she reached out to grab his face and force it towards hers.

He swallowed and answered, “I don’t know.”

“If you could have one thing right now, what would it be? One selfish thing,” Rin asked firmly.

His cheeks colored as he answered, “Well, I had that last night.”

Rin’s eyes widened as she stared at him in disbelief. She stammered, “Did you want sex in general or . . .”

“You,” he mumbled as his cheeks became even redder under the dusky tone of his skin.

Her cheeks started to burn again as she rubbed the back of her head. She studied the way he looked right now as he blushed and looked away from her almost shyly. She felt a rush of heat as she remembered the details of last night, each chiseled muscle sculpted in his skin and the scars that marked his life. The way his low voice caught with each movement and the way her skin burned when he touched her.

“Well, this is complicated,” she muttered.

There was a low laugh and Archer dead-panned, “Yeah . . .”

She eyed him and put her tea down. She tilted her head at all the little things he was doing for her, such as waking up every morning since she’d Summoned him in a warm house and all the cooking and cleaning he’d been doing despite his injury. The way he was taking care of her was more than just a “like” situation, but she didn’t want to dwell on that and had a feeling he didn’t want to either. She bit her lip as she reached for his hands and her body caught on fire as she held those large, rough hands in her smaller ones.

He looked back at her and Rin simply said, “Well, I can’t promise anything Archer. However . . . We do have several advantages due to your knowledge, but for now . . .” She felt her cheeks burn even more but she still held his gaze. “For now, let’s just enjoy what we have now.”

Archer frowned and asked, “What do you mean, Rin?”

“I mean, other than the obvious pain I had last night, I . . . I did enjoy myself, and you are attractive. Besides, if keeping you in my bed means I can bind you closer to my side then I’ll do it,” Rin said with a smile.

His face lit up as he asked, “You enjoyed yourself?”

“I thought it was obvious,” Rin said with a flush, “Even though you disobeyed me at every turn . . .”

He smirked as he handed her tea again. He said, “Well, Rin, hopefully I’ll impress you even more.”
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anything to to with rin. i love =D tho i preffer her with shiro more then archer.

No,no,no!
That was fine.
Acher was way better than shiro.

=D to each's own.

Problem is . . . I can't write porn with Shirou as he is now. He's too adorable.