Trinity

Title: Trinity [Our Fathers 2/3]
Pairing: Axel/Roxas, Axel/Roxas/Demyx
Warnings: Religion kink, altars, double penetration, top!Demyx. Oh, and a little priest kink.
Rating: NC-17.
Beta: the BetaWife, mongoosestar
Word Count: just under 1700
A/N: Dedicated to alovelysilence, who has been asking for DP forever, and to mongoosestar, my cheering section.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, but I do get a kick out of writing for the fandom.


“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.”

A barely audible hiss made its way through the confessional grille, a quiet shushing sound. “God forgives all,” the priest said after a pause, “who seek His forgiveness.”

“Father . . . I have been unfaithful to my husband.”

“Tell me how this occurred, my child.”

“Well, I - ”

The parishioner continued her sordid tale, but Father Axel paid little attention to the lengthy confession; he preferred to focus on the blonde acolyte sucking him off. He ran his fingers through the soft blonde spikes, studying the hollowed cheeks, plump lips surrounding his cock, and the tongue pressing against the vein on the underside. It hadn’t been his intention to engage in such activities with parishioners still in the vicinity, but really, the boy was insatiable. Luckily he hadn’t demanded sex, otherwise this would have been a difficult situation indeed . . . more so than it was anyway. Roxas was running his palms up and down Axel’s linen-covered thighs while his head bobbed over his crotch, every once in a while applying finger nails. Even with a confession in progress, Roxas showed no signs of stopping; at this point, Axel had no desire to stop either.

“What should I do, Father?”

Roxas chose that moment to deep throat him, muscles working around the head of his cock as the boy swallowed. Axel nearly came right there, but stopped himself just in time. He gripped Roxas’ hair harder, forcing him to stay still as he masked the groan escaping his throat as a thoughtful hum.

“Hmmmm. My child, do you love your husband?”

“Well – yes, Father.”

“Does this other man make you happy?”

“Yes, Father.”

“Then you have come to a fork in the road, my child. This is a decision I cannot make for you. As all must, you must decide between temptation and fidelity. Which is truly more important to you?” Axel looked down at the mop of blonde hair between his legs contemplatively. Roxas hummed around his cock and Axel bit his lip to keep from crying out. “It truly is your decision.”

“But Father -”

“Take the time you need to contemplate your decision,” he said, dismissing her.

“Yes, Father.” Axel shut the grate, blocking off all views of inside.

“Now, my son,” Axel said, looking back down at Roxas. “You may continue.”

Roxas cursed like a sailor when he came; Axel sometimes named various holy persons, but mostly he took the name of God in vain, knowing no one would hear him.

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Within a week of his arrival, the visiting priest charged with checking up on Father Axel’s parish began to notice some peculiarities involving Father Axel himself and one of the older acolytes. He and Axel went way back; they’d known each other through Catholic school and Seminary, and Demyx just knew when he was keeping secrets. After all, they’d snuck into dark corners or closets together for five or so years in school. It was nothing serious, mostly the need for mutual exploration and experimentation. Despite his less than serious demeanor, Demyx was more concerned that someone might find Axel out; especially if something went wrong, this kid could turn around and say he was molested. Demyx doubted that would happen, Axel wouldn’t chose someone unwilling, but still . . . Demyx was curious.

So when he confronted Axel about his suspicions, he knew he was fucking the kid, especially when Axel denied it so calmly.

From that moment on, Demyx went into superninja mode. He was going to watch them like a hawk.


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Two weeks later, Demyx decided that Axel wasn’t just good at hiding the relationship under surveillance.

He too had ninja skills.

Well, Demyx had known that for years. All his clues had disappeared.

No telling exchanges, no lingering touches, no preference, no moments alone. Well, except when the boy went for confession.

‘CONFESSION,’ Demyx’s inner detective screamed triumphantly. ‘IT MUST BE THE CONFESSIONAL.’

But there was no way to infiltrate the confessional, no matter how hard he tried. Axel’s will is firm, they are his parishioners, they trust him more than Demyx.

Demyx was at a loss for another few weeks, until he received a call from a groundskeeper and gardener at the church one night that there was a light on, and Father Axel wasn’t answering his phone. Well, at one o’clock in the morning not many people would. And he knew they were there.

What he didn’t expect to find was Axel fucking the boy over the altar by candlelight. The boy was crying out in ecstasy, gripping the edge of the altar so hard his knuckles are completely white, while Axel pounded into him from behind. They didn’t even acknowledge Demyx’s presence until he coughed loudly. The boy was so far gone he wasn’t even fazed, and was angry that Axel completely stopped when acknowledging the newcomer.

“Can I help you with something?” Axel asked, a lust-filled growl.

“I knew it, you know,” Demyx teased him. “You’re so obvious.”

“You going to report me?” Axel eased back into the boy, drawing a pleasured moan from his mouth.

“You going to let me play?” Demyx asked in return, smirking. “We can fuck him together.”

Axel gave him a wide grin and leaned down, whispering into the boy’s ear; a strange expression came over his face, but the boy nodded anyway. Axel pulled away and the boy moved to sit on the altar; Demyx removed his clothing and climbed onto the altar next to Roxas. The boy pushed him flat against the altar on his back and, on hands and knees, began to suck greedily on Demyx’s cock.

Demyx hummed, fingers fisting in the boy’s hair. He could see Axel behind the blonde, most likely stretching him even more in preparation for two cocks rather than one. A few minutes in Demyx could see the boy visibly trembling; he smiled and stroked the boy’s hair. “Has he got his fist inside you?” he asks innocently. At the short nod he gets in response, Demyx smirks again. “Good. You’ll need it.”

“Let me get him started,” Axel said, his voice breaking through the haze of sex and lust.

“Of course,” Demyx replied mildly, removing himself from the table. Axel rearranged himself and Roxas so he was on his back with the blonde kneeling over him. The boy lowered himself onto Axel’s cock, and looked over at Demyx as though awaiting further instructions. Demyx was stroking his own cock, slicking himself with the lube he’d brought. He licked his lips and moved behind them around the altar. Axel pulled Roxas down so they were chest to chest with Roxas’ cock trapped between them.

Demyx vaulted onto the altar and immediately repositioned their legs so the blonde was further spread for him. He slipped a finger in alongside Axel’s cock to test his muscles and, finding them well-stretched, positioned the head of his cock next to Axel’s and began pushing in. The boy clawed at the edges of the altar, and a keening sound rose out of his throat as Demyx pushed further, chewing his lip until he was fully seated within the boy.

For a few moments the only sounds were heavy, panted breaths and Roxas’ keening whimper as he adjusted to the feeling of being so completely and utterly filled. Demyx’s hold on the blonde’s hips grew slippery as he began to break out into a sweat; Roxas’ skin was already coated in a layer of it.

“Are you ready?” Axel asked, the question pointed at both of them.

Roxas swallowed nervously, and Demyx leaned into his ear. “We’re gonna fuck you now. We’re gonna fill you with our cum until you can taste it in the back of your mouth. How does that sound?”

Roxas groaned, and Demyx took that as approval. He slowly pulled out, feeling Axel do the same as Roxas’ head dropped onto Axel’s shoulder and an erotic sound erupted from his throat. Demyx looked down, watching as Axel bit the blonde’s neck and gave Demyx a wink. Then, as they had learned to throughout their schooling, Axel and Demyx thrust in simultaneously. Roxas writhed between them as they set a faster pace together.

Roxas was a trembling mass within a short period of time; Demyx had no doubt that there was a constant press against his prostate considering the pair of cocks sliding in and out of him. But he didn’t want the boy coming just yet, so he pulled him upright to lean against Demyx’s chest. Demyx wrapped his fingers tightly around the base of Roxas’ cock to keep him from achieving orgasm . . . at least until Demyx was ready. The boy whimpered in protest, but began riding Axel as Demyx continued to fuck him and tease his nipples. The tight heat surrounding him and the friction of Axel’s cock sliding against his as they fucked the blonde brought Demyx to the edge of his orgasm earlier than he would have liked, but he was still surprised all three of them had lasted this long. He locked eyes with Axel and let it take him over the precipice, the world turning white as he and Axel came deep inside him. Demyx released the boy’s cock and he came almost instantly, gasping for breath after being forced to hold back for so long and spattering cum from Axel’s stomach to his collarbone.

Roxas flopped limply from Demyx’s grasp onto Axel’s chest, breathing hard against his flesh. Demyx watched them for a few moments, then abruptly pulled his softening cock out, taking Axel’s with it. Roxas cringed, and Demyx watched in fascination as his and Axel’s cum dribbled out. He looked up to see Roxas watching him out of the corner of his eye, and gave the boy a bright smile.

“We should all play again sometime soon.”