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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
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2,813
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4
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Confessional
Title: Confessional [Our Fathers 1/3]
Pairing: Axel/Roxas, mentions of Riku/Sora
Warnings: Religion kink, Roxas in an acolyte uniform, sex in confessionals. Oh, and a little priest kink.
Rating: NC-17.
Beta: the BetaWife, mongoosestar
Word Count: just under 1900
A/N: I blame this completely on alovelysilence, who dared me,
mongoosestar, whose brain imploded, and Jose, who didn't think I was serious.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, but I do get a kick out of writing for the fandom.
Prologue
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession.”
“God is always forgiving, my son. Tell me your sins.”
A pause, the slide of a tongue over a bottom lip. “I . . . have been having impure thoughts lately. I can’t stop thinking about him. I know it’s a sin, that the Church teaches to resist temptation.”
“Be honest with me, my son. You have been with him again, you have no will to resist.”
“I am powerless against him,” the voice on the other side of the grill sounds defeated, but he catches on to the tiniest hint of reminiscence. “He kisses me and I become his servant.”
“Do you enjoy being his servant, as you are a servant to the Lord?”
“I would be his servant for all eternity. Even when I am not with him, I dream of him.”
This is what he’s been waiting for. “Do things occur in the dreams that do not occur when you are with him?”
“Yes, Father.”
The boy on the other side of the screen hesitates, perhaps he looks down and flushes. “In the dreams . . . we are having sex.”
“Continue,” the priest says quietly, timing the word perfectly to disguise a rustle of cloth.
Another pause. “He’s . . . on all fours on a bed . . . I’m behind him, inside of him. Or, he’s . . . sucking me off, and I’ve got my fingers inside him, and then I throw him back and fuck him.” The voice becomes more rushed, passionate, hotter. “He’s riding me, letting me fuck him against a wall.”
“You dream quite often,” the priest comments, and the grille hides a wicked grin. “Is it truly what you desire?”
“I want it more than anything.”
“Then I shall continue to absolve you of your sins,” the priest says simply. “Four Acts of Contrition for now, Riku.”
“Thank you, Father.”
Oh yes, this is his favorite part of this job.
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“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been three weeks since my last confession.”
“God is always forgiving, my son. Tell me your sins.”
“I have been having impure thoughts,” this voice has a tremor to it, a familiar tone. Axel looked through the grate and leers at the blonde head of Roxas, one of his favorite acolytes. The boy is looking down at his knees, as if he couldn’t bear to face Axel. He’d watched this boy grow from miniature choir boy to strapping, dutiful acolyte, wondering if he’d ever be graced with his presence for a particular confession. Is this it? Don’t hold out out me kid . . .
“Something that happens to us all, I can assure you,” Axel says soothingly. “What is troubling you?”
“Homoerotic fantasies,” the boy says, relishing the words, even savoring them. “They plague me, day and night.”
“You don’t sound like they truly trouble you,” Axel leers, but the boy can’t see it.
“They’re very intense,” Roxas assures him. “And kinky,” he adds frankly.
“I am sure that God does not punish us for our dreams,” Axel reasons, “for they are not under our control.”
“Thank you for being so understanding, Father.”
“Do not be afraid to talk to me about this subject,” Axel intones. “A confession is not necessary.”
“Yes, Father.”
“Two Hail Marys and an Act of Contrition before Mass.”
“Thank you, Father.”
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“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been six days since my last confession.”
“The Lord forgives all who repent, my son. Tell me your sins.”
“I dreamed I was having sex with a priest, Father. And . . . he fucked me over the altar.”
“Roxas, that thought alone is almost heretical,” Axel says, but there is a tightening in his groin at it. “How do you know you were having sex with a priest?”
“He was still in his robes,” Roxas whispers conspiratorially. “He’d pushed my acolyte robes up, and his to the side. He was pounding into me, Father, over the altar, and I wanted to do it in real life. I needed to feel that again.”
Axel’s groin tightened further. “Blind lust is a dangerous entity,” Axel says, but he knows it’s a weak comeback. “How did you appease your desires?”
Axel can practically hear the grin that spreads over the boy’s face. “I stole my sister’s vibrator.”
“Stealing is also a sin, Roxas.”
“I gave it back,” he retorts. “Clean,” he adds a few seconds later.
Axel snorted again. “You are most incorrigible.”
“What course should I take, Father? To ease this guilt, I mean.”
Axel looked down at the grate and felt his breath catch in his throat. Roxas was looking up at him, his eyes hooded and sparkling. Axel licked his lips unconsciously.
“Of course. Four Acts of Contrition. And apologize to your sister.”
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“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a week since my last confession.”
“The Lord is forgiving to those who confess their sins.”
“I don’t believe I need to be forgiven, Father.”
“Indeed, Roxas. What can I do for you today?”
A pause. “My fantasies involve you, Father.”
“You dream of me fucking you over altars?”
“Yes, Father.”
“You ought to seek redemption for these blasphemous thoughts, my son.”
“I feel as though I have injured your love for me in some way, Father. Is there not some way to redeem myself, in your eyes?”
“Demons of lust are difficult to overcome,” Axel smiles, wondering if the boy dares to continue.
“Would you drive it out of me, if I gave myself to you?”
“It is an exorcism most strenuous.”
“I am aware. I’m ready, Father.”
“Tell me, my son: who all remains?”
“All are gone for the day, Father.” Roxas’ smile is wicked with promise and temptation.
“Come inside then, my son, and we will see what comes of these fantasies of yours.”
The oak doors of the confessional are pulled open to reveal a boy in his mid-teens, flaxen hair sticking up in all directions. He’d changed out of his uniform for the day, and stood before him in jeans and a tee-shirt. Axel could already see the hard line of his erection against the denim as he beckoned him inside of the small space, blood surging to his cock in anticipation. Roxas climbed in and shut the door behind them, then clambered to straddle Axel’s lap and kiss him deeply.
Axel’s hands immediately reached to grab his ass and neck to hold him in place, forcing Roxas’ mouth open to give his tongue entrance. Ten years he’s never touched a single one of them; the first he’s actually wanted is more than willing and Axel gives in completely. Roxas rocked his hips against Axel’s, earning him a moan. “Fuck me, Father,” he whispered against the redhead’s lips as he began working on Axel’s belt.
“Oh, I intend to,” Axel growled. “But there’s something I’d like you to do first,” he said, unzipping and pushing his pants and underwear down. His cock stands at attention, hard and waiting for fantasies that aren’t even his to come true. Roxas didn’t even hesitate; there was a mouth sucking on the sensitive head before he could even think of anything else to say. Axel groaned, lodged his fingers in Roxas’ hair and leaned back as Roxas’ mouth engulfed his cock. The boy hummed around the engorged flesh as he held Axel’s balls; Axel bit his lip to hold back a moan, and used his leverage on his head to guide him further, to take his cock deeper.
Once he was sure his cock was good and wet, Axel jerked Roxas off of him and pulled him up. He pushed him to kneel on his seat and face the back wall of the confessional, watching the boy’s spine quiver with desire. Roxas had removed his shirt and started undoing his own pants; Axel came up behind him and slipped two fingers into the blonde’s mouth while the other hand pushed his jeans down so the boy’s ass is exposed. Roxas squeaked around his fingers, laving them with his tongue as he spreads his legs as far as they’ll go.
“The demon possessing you is strong, I hope you’re ready for this,” Axel whispers in his ear, nipping the lobe and pressing his shaft along the crevice of his ass. At the boy’s shudder and moan Axel removed his fingers and pressed them into his entrance, stretching the muscles there quickly. “You’re already stretched,” he commented. “You fucked yourself with your sister’s vibrator this morning, didn’t you?”
“I’m ready for you.”
Axel removed his fingers and lined the head of his cock up with the boy’s entrance. His hands grasped the boy’s hips tightly, holding him still as he pressed forward past the ring of muscle, sliding in deep. Roxas relaxed around him, moaning and muttering curses. Once he’d slid in to the hilt and drawn a choked cry from the boy, Axel took a second to try and figure out if this was the best or worst thing he’d done in his entire life.
“Uuugh, fuck me, Father.”
On second thought, who the fuck cared?
“You worship God with that mouth?” Axel withdrew slowly, until only the head remained encased in the boy’s body. Then he slammed forward, fast and hard, and Roxas braced himself against the back wall.
“Only on Sundays,” he grunted.
Axel set a punishing pace, thrusting forward into the tight heat of the boy’s body while jerking him by the hips onto his cock. The sounds Roxas was making were truly sinful, and only spurred Axel on. His hands roamed to stroke the blonde’s cock and twist his nipples, but he stopped abruptly when Roxas cried out a little louder than he was comfortable with. Axel shoved two fingers into his mouth, growling “Be quiet.” The boy whimpered around his fingers and shifted his hips. Axel resumed his pace and his attentions to the blonde’s cock, reveling in the tense coiling in the pit of his stomach and the impending orgasm.
Driving in to the hilt he suddenly pulled Roxas from his perch and forced him to stand, then pushed him forward so he was bent in half and using the seat as his support. Knowing the boy would probably be really loud, Axel took his discarded shirt and rolled it up, stuffing part of it into Roxas’ mouth. Axel kneaded the flesh of his ass, studying the way the puckered muscles surrounded his cock as he pulled out slowly. Then, tilting the boy’s hips in a certain way, he thrust back in, earning him a muffled choked sound as he pounded the boy’s prostate. Roxas suddenly stiffened and moaned into the cloth as he climaxed, clenching around Axel’s cock. Axel reeled and thrust once, twice, three more times before his orgasm overtook him and he thrust into Roxas’ body as deeply as he could, jerking as he filled the boy’s passage with cum.
“Amen.”
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Reviews are strawberry lube for my muse.
Pairing: Axel/Roxas, mentions of Riku/Sora
Warnings: Religion kink, Roxas in an acolyte uniform, sex in confessionals. Oh, and a little priest kink.
Rating: NC-17.
Beta: the BetaWife, mongoosestar
Word Count: just under 1900
A/N: I blame this completely on alovelysilence, who dared me,
mongoosestar, whose brain imploded, and Jose, who didn't think I was serious.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, but I do get a kick out of writing for the fandom.
Prologue
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession.”
“God is always forgiving, my son. Tell me your sins.”
A pause, the slide of a tongue over a bottom lip. “I . . . have been having impure thoughts lately. I can’t stop thinking about him. I know it’s a sin, that the Church teaches to resist temptation.”
“Be honest with me, my son. You have been with him again, you have no will to resist.”
“I am powerless against him,” the voice on the other side of the grill sounds defeated, but he catches on to the tiniest hint of reminiscence. “He kisses me and I become his servant.”
“Do you enjoy being his servant, as you are a servant to the Lord?”
“I would be his servant for all eternity. Even when I am not with him, I dream of him.”
This is what he’s been waiting for. “Do things occur in the dreams that do not occur when you are with him?”
“Yes, Father.”
The boy on the other side of the screen hesitates, perhaps he looks down and flushes. “In the dreams . . . we are having sex.”
“Continue,” the priest says quietly, timing the word perfectly to disguise a rustle of cloth.
Another pause. “He’s . . . on all fours on a bed . . . I’m behind him, inside of him. Or, he’s . . . sucking me off, and I’ve got my fingers inside him, and then I throw him back and fuck him.” The voice becomes more rushed, passionate, hotter. “He’s riding me, letting me fuck him against a wall.”
“You dream quite often,” the priest comments, and the grille hides a wicked grin. “Is it truly what you desire?”
“I want it more than anything.”
“Then I shall continue to absolve you of your sins,” the priest says simply. “Four Acts of Contrition for now, Riku.”
“Thank you, Father.”
Oh yes, this is his favorite part of this job.
__
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been three weeks since my last confession.”
“God is always forgiving, my son. Tell me your sins.”
“I have been having impure thoughts,” this voice has a tremor to it, a familiar tone. Axel looked through the grate and leers at the blonde head of Roxas, one of his favorite acolytes. The boy is looking down at his knees, as if he couldn’t bear to face Axel. He’d watched this boy grow from miniature choir boy to strapping, dutiful acolyte, wondering if he’d ever be graced with his presence for a particular confession. Is this it? Don’t hold out out me kid . . .
“Something that happens to us all, I can assure you,” Axel says soothingly. “What is troubling you?”
“Homoerotic fantasies,” the boy says, relishing the words, even savoring them. “They plague me, day and night.”
“You don’t sound like they truly trouble you,” Axel leers, but the boy can’t see it.
“They’re very intense,” Roxas assures him. “And kinky,” he adds frankly.
“I am sure that God does not punish us for our dreams,” Axel reasons, “for they are not under our control.”
“Thank you for being so understanding, Father.”
“Do not be afraid to talk to me about this subject,” Axel intones. “A confession is not necessary.”
“Yes, Father.”
“Two Hail Marys and an Act of Contrition before Mass.”
“Thank you, Father.”
+
++++
+
+
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been six days since my last confession.”
“The Lord forgives all who repent, my son. Tell me your sins.”
“I dreamed I was having sex with a priest, Father. And . . . he fucked me over the altar.”
“Roxas, that thought alone is almost heretical,” Axel says, but there is a tightening in his groin at it. “How do you know you were having sex with a priest?”
“He was still in his robes,” Roxas whispers conspiratorially. “He’d pushed my acolyte robes up, and his to the side. He was pounding into me, Father, over the altar, and I wanted to do it in real life. I needed to feel that again.”
Axel’s groin tightened further. “Blind lust is a dangerous entity,” Axel says, but he knows it’s a weak comeback. “How did you appease your desires?”
Axel can practically hear the grin that spreads over the boy’s face. “I stole my sister’s vibrator.”
“Stealing is also a sin, Roxas.”
“I gave it back,” he retorts. “Clean,” he adds a few seconds later.
Axel snorted again. “You are most incorrigible.”
“What course should I take, Father? To ease this guilt, I mean.”
Axel looked down at the grate and felt his breath catch in his throat. Roxas was looking up at him, his eyes hooded and sparkling. Axel licked his lips unconsciously.
“Of course. Four Acts of Contrition. And apologize to your sister.”
+
+++++
+
+
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a week since my last confession.”
“The Lord is forgiving to those who confess their sins.”
“I don’t believe I need to be forgiven, Father.”
“Indeed, Roxas. What can I do for you today?”
A pause. “My fantasies involve you, Father.”
“You dream of me fucking you over altars?”
“Yes, Father.”
“You ought to seek redemption for these blasphemous thoughts, my son.”
“I feel as though I have injured your love for me in some way, Father. Is there not some way to redeem myself, in your eyes?”
“Demons of lust are difficult to overcome,” Axel smiles, wondering if the boy dares to continue.
“Would you drive it out of me, if I gave myself to you?”
“It is an exorcism most strenuous.”
“I am aware. I’m ready, Father.”
“Tell me, my son: who all remains?”
“All are gone for the day, Father.” Roxas’ smile is wicked with promise and temptation.
“Come inside then, my son, and we will see what comes of these fantasies of yours.”
The oak doors of the confessional are pulled open to reveal a boy in his mid-teens, flaxen hair sticking up in all directions. He’d changed out of his uniform for the day, and stood before him in jeans and a tee-shirt. Axel could already see the hard line of his erection against the denim as he beckoned him inside of the small space, blood surging to his cock in anticipation. Roxas climbed in and shut the door behind them, then clambered to straddle Axel’s lap and kiss him deeply.
Axel’s hands immediately reached to grab his ass and neck to hold him in place, forcing Roxas’ mouth open to give his tongue entrance. Ten years he’s never touched a single one of them; the first he’s actually wanted is more than willing and Axel gives in completely. Roxas rocked his hips against Axel’s, earning him a moan. “Fuck me, Father,” he whispered against the redhead’s lips as he began working on Axel’s belt.
“Oh, I intend to,” Axel growled. “But there’s something I’d like you to do first,” he said, unzipping and pushing his pants and underwear down. His cock stands at attention, hard and waiting for fantasies that aren’t even his to come true. Roxas didn’t even hesitate; there was a mouth sucking on the sensitive head before he could even think of anything else to say. Axel groaned, lodged his fingers in Roxas’ hair and leaned back as Roxas’ mouth engulfed his cock. The boy hummed around the engorged flesh as he held Axel’s balls; Axel bit his lip to hold back a moan, and used his leverage on his head to guide him further, to take his cock deeper.
Once he was sure his cock was good and wet, Axel jerked Roxas off of him and pulled him up. He pushed him to kneel on his seat and face the back wall of the confessional, watching the boy’s spine quiver with desire. Roxas had removed his shirt and started undoing his own pants; Axel came up behind him and slipped two fingers into the blonde’s mouth while the other hand pushed his jeans down so the boy’s ass is exposed. Roxas squeaked around his fingers, laving them with his tongue as he spreads his legs as far as they’ll go.
“The demon possessing you is strong, I hope you’re ready for this,” Axel whispers in his ear, nipping the lobe and pressing his shaft along the crevice of his ass. At the boy’s shudder and moan Axel removed his fingers and pressed them into his entrance, stretching the muscles there quickly. “You’re already stretched,” he commented. “You fucked yourself with your sister’s vibrator this morning, didn’t you?”
“I’m ready for you.”
Axel removed his fingers and lined the head of his cock up with the boy’s entrance. His hands grasped the boy’s hips tightly, holding him still as he pressed forward past the ring of muscle, sliding in deep. Roxas relaxed around him, moaning and muttering curses. Once he’d slid in to the hilt and drawn a choked cry from the boy, Axel took a second to try and figure out if this was the best or worst thing he’d done in his entire life.
“Uuugh, fuck me, Father.”
On second thought, who the fuck cared?
“You worship God with that mouth?” Axel withdrew slowly, until only the head remained encased in the boy’s body. Then he slammed forward, fast and hard, and Roxas braced himself against the back wall.
“Only on Sundays,” he grunted.
Axel set a punishing pace, thrusting forward into the tight heat of the boy’s body while jerking him by the hips onto his cock. The sounds Roxas was making were truly sinful, and only spurred Axel on. His hands roamed to stroke the blonde’s cock and twist his nipples, but he stopped abruptly when Roxas cried out a little louder than he was comfortable with. Axel shoved two fingers into his mouth, growling “Be quiet.” The boy whimpered around his fingers and shifted his hips. Axel resumed his pace and his attentions to the blonde’s cock, reveling in the tense coiling in the pit of his stomach and the impending orgasm.
Driving in to the hilt he suddenly pulled Roxas from his perch and forced him to stand, then pushed him forward so he was bent in half and using the seat as his support. Knowing the boy would probably be really loud, Axel took his discarded shirt and rolled it up, stuffing part of it into Roxas’ mouth. Axel kneaded the flesh of his ass, studying the way the puckered muscles surrounded his cock as he pulled out slowly. Then, tilting the boy’s hips in a certain way, he thrust back in, earning him a muffled choked sound as he pounded the boy’s prostate. Roxas suddenly stiffened and moaned into the cloth as he climaxed, clenching around Axel’s cock. Axel reeled and thrust once, twice, three more times before his orgasm overtook him and he thrust into Roxas’ body as deeply as he could, jerking as he filled the boy’s passage with cum.
“Amen.”
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Reviews are strawberry lube for my muse.