hivemind 2

gosh i’ve been thinking about archer becoming overwhelmed by the hive mind flower and dragging shinji away to infect him. •A•

like, i imagine they docked archer’s ship to theirs and went aboard to check it out, discovering archer lying over the control panel, breathing hard and sweating. with some effort, cu and shinji get archer into their ship so they can help him. assuming it’s a very bad flu-type of illness, they try to lower his fever with cold compresses and get him to drink a replenishing fluid for low electrolytes. archer comes to, weakly opening his eyes and thanking them for saving him. eventually cu and shinji leave archer to rest, checking in on him from time to time. this goes on for a couple of days, but archer’s condition only improves slightly.

shinji, coming in to check on archer is surprised to find him standing in the hallway. he says he’s feeling a lot better, thanks to him. without the frame of reference to really know that archer is acting differently than usual, he offers archer food or more to drink. archer declines, saying there’s something else that he needs. shinji begins to shrink back as archer confidently approaches him, getting uncomfortably close and grabbing him by the front of his shirt. he eagerly crushes his lips against shinji’s, who, amid his shock, feels his knees go weak. archer continues to touch him, with shinji recognizing his strength right away. while he thinks he ought to be alarmed, a large part of him doesn’t want to call off an attractive man who apparently is into him.

a very focused academic, shinji has never been in a relationship. his perfectionist attitude and blunt manner of speaking is a turn off for most, leaving him to have been often avoided during college. in his teenage years he realized he was gay, though he hasn’t truly acknowledged it until recently. as a person who has a hard time making meaningful connections, his frustrations regarding his sexuality begin to irritate him and he becomes somewhat repressed in the process. his ideal body type is tall and well muscled, quite the opposite of his shorter, thin and somewhat soft body. he harbors an intense crush on cu, but because cu treats him more like a pesky little brother he begins to feel out of his league. he’s often harsher on cu than he means to be because of his frustration with their situation. so with archer, an extremely good looking man who is very much his type touching and kissing him, shinji feels like he would be a fool to call him off.

the hive mind flower that has infected archer begins to release a pollen from his body, acting as an aphrodisiac and general inhibitor. shinji quickly becomes dizzy and hazy, his body heating up and demanding to be touched more. archer kisses him forcefully and shinji realizes he can’t stop moaning, though he’s almost too far gone to care. feeling the heat engulf his body and create an intense itch, shinji starts to strip, begging archer to fuck him. archer eagerly complies, pushing him down and ripping his remaining clothes off. shinji feels overwhelmed with their bodies pressed against each other, feeling archer’s muscles and heated skin. more whimpering, pleading sounds tumble out of his mouth as he feels like he might die from the pressure he feels. archer hastily prepares him, too excited to wait very long. though shinji is very much a virgin, the influence of the hive mind flower dulls the pain somewhat as archer roughly fucks him. shinji feels elated to be filled so thoroughly, loving the feeling of archer’s fingers pressing deep into his hip bones as he thrusts into him over and over. he’s so big that shinji thinks he might break in half, which, instead of concerning him leaves him drooling in anticipation. the pollen infecting him, he wants to be wrecked completely. aggressively, shinji demands for more; demands archer to push harder. he wants to feel used and wrecked and unable to conform to anything but the shape of archer. feeling so small underneath him is thrilling and the risk it implies excites him to his core. archer coming inside him with shinji’s legs hooked over his shoulders sets off a chain reaction, shinji coming over his own abdomen. shinji’s body twitches as archer pauses inside him, cradling his face and kissing him deeply. shinji mewls weakly when archer pulls out, feeling himself gush and leak cum generously onto his thighs. thoroughly overstimulated, his limp body trembles with residual pleasure as archer cradles him to his chest and shinji happily stays there, too exhausted and fucked out to move. he mumbles sounds that are hardly words, still leaking drool from his mouth with half-lidded eyes.

he wakes up hours later, sticky and body throbbing in pain. quickly sitting up, he feels his body dripping archer’s cum again, quietly moaning from stimulation. his escapade with archer feels hazy, only sudden details rising to the forefront of his memory like puzzle pieces. hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, he can still feel the indent of multiple sets of teeth marks. he’s in bed. archer is nowhere to be found. shaking, shinji stands and immediately his knees buckle. he quickly grabs the dirty sheet from the bed to cover himself up as he struggles to get himself back to his own room. he feels desperately in need of a shower. and water. and pain killers.

after a time of sitting on the shower floor under the comfort of hot water, shinji grabs a new set of clothes shambles to his bed. his limbs feeling heavy and weak, he struggles to get dressed, pausing between articles to pant and groan. sometimes it’s like he can still feel archer touching him; breathing hot against his neck. shinji can feel the beginnings of a headache blooming behind his left eye, which he assumes is from dehydration. he makes a half-hearted attempt to drink from yesterday’s near empty water bottle before he falls unconscious again, feeling like he’s been submerged deep underwater.

shinji wakes up again flushed and breathing heavily, sweat soaking his hairline. he stammers, tongue feeling thick as if it doesn’t fit in his mouth. while his body still pulses with a dull soreness, he notices a flow of adrenaline creeping in and settling in the pit of his stomach. the headache is worse now, making him see white when he blinks. his situation starts to feel dangerous, so he decides he needs to find cu.

obviously he’s caught whatever illness archer has.

his hand bracing himself against the wall, shinji drags himself down to the main control room. he feels outside of his body, limbs partially numb and itching with a static of overstimulation from before as his mind forces a barrage of intimate replays of his time with archer. low, exhausted sounds roll off his too dry tongue and he worries he may collapse before he makes it to cu.

“hey, kid...!”

it’s cu, though he sounds distant. shinji’s eyes can’t focus well enough to tell, but with hands suddenly on his shoulders he can feel his body tremble in response.

“jesus, you look like hell.”

while he wants to be insulted, shinji’s mind feels too slow.

“i... i don’t feel good.”

the feeling of a cold hand pressed against his burning, throbbing forehead is almost enough to make shinji purr in relief. instead, his legs finally give out and he collapses into cu’s arms, who cries out his name in alarm. quietly, shinji chuckles to himself.

“you called me by my name...”

shinji’s body is starting to get hot again, making him wistfully reminiscent of just hours before. he moans softly against cu’s chest, turning to bury his face in his pecs. cu shakes him a little, extremely concerned. this behavior isn’t like shinji at all.

“c’mon, stay with me. you’re sick, but we’re gonna make sure you get better, okay?”

shinji trembles again, suddenly hyper focused on the feeling of cu’s hands; of each individual finger pressing into his skin. he doesn’t want to get better. he wants to feel like this forever. he wants every touch to set him on fire.

pulling shinji back to face him, cu frowns deeply at his glazed over, drooling face. shinji whines desperately at losing his comfortable place against his chest, demanding cu to touch him more. staring in disbelief, cu is about to speak when he hears heavy footsteps approaching. he can feel shinji’s shoulders start to shake in his arms.

he’s laughing.

archer stands in front of them, grinning with a look of wild abandon. stepping forward until he’s uncomfortably close, he drags his index finger up cu’s neck and under his chin, affectionately pressing shinji’s body close between both of their chests.

“well,” archer starts, voice smooth and ominous. “you heard him.”

cu scowls in confusion, trying to ignore how it actually feels good to have shinji affectionately nuzzle into his chest. archer pets shinji, running fingers slowly through his hair. he purrs in response, complacent and dumb.

“don’t worry.” archer offers, still stroking shinji affectionately.

“i don’t mind sharing.”