The Prodigal Son

Title: Prodigal Son [Our Fathers 3/3]
Pairing: Roxas/Axel, Sora/Riku
Warnings: Religion kink, voyeurism, Roxas’ mouth, porn, serious business. Oh, and a little priest kink.
Rating: R.
Beta: the BetaMistress alovelysilence
Word Count: just over 3300
A/N: Timeline-wise, this should take place about 2 to 3 years after Trinity. Dedicated to mongoosestar, who prodded me with a stick.
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. It has been three weeks since my last confession.”

“What is troubling you, my son?”

The boy on the other side of the grille bites his lip and pauses, as though trying to find the words. “I need your counsel. I am lost, Father.”

“Has something happened?”

“You know of my . . . situation. Father, he wants to know why I am ashamed of him. But I’m not in any way ashamed . . . I just do not know how to go about disclosing our true relationship to my parents. I have been raised to believe what we have between us is sinful, and yet I know, deep in my heart, that it is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. But I cannot bring myself to announce us.”

“Based on our discussions in the past, this boy truly loves you, and as I understand the feeling is mutual. I can understand his frustration, so I will say this: when God created man, He molded us in His image and loved every single one of us. This is the message that this church has slowly lost: to love all with no barriers, restrictions, or prejudices. Love is not a sin, no matter what form it takes.” Father Axel pauses, as though surprised by the wisdom of his own words.

The boy on the other side of the grille seems stunned by this declaration, and is staring with wide eyes at the dark wood making up the confessional. Father Axel can hear his unsteady breathing.

“Are you alright, Riku?”

The boy jumps, startled from his ruminations. “Yes,” he says weakly. “Yes, I’m fine.” He leans forward until his forehead presses against the grille. “Thank you, Father,” he says as if it were a prayer, a holy blessing, before he disappears.

Father Axel sighs and stands, opening the confessional door. As he steps out he briefly meets the eyes of one of the remaining acolytes – a young blond whose devotion to his duties was clearly earning him the respect of the elders within the church. The boy watches him for a moment, then returns to his task of clearing the altar.

*
* * * * *
*
*


“Why are we visiting your old church?” the young man asked, eyeing the regal building apprehensively.

“There’s someone I want you to meet,” Riku responded, threading his fingers through Sora’s as they walked. “He helped me out a lot when I was younger, made me realize we were going to be alright together.”

“He’s not going to mind, us just dropping in like this?”

Riku shook his head. “He’ll be excited to see us, you’ll see.”

As the couple approached the relatively large church, they merged with other families headed in for the Sunday service. Children were chattering so excitedly, and parents discussing the morning’s news so loudly that Riku almost missed the figure slouched lazily on the stone wall. He caught glimpses of several disgruntled expressions on the parents’ faces; the young man getting all the attention was smoking a cigarette, and was obviously not in his Sunday best with torn denim and a worn black t-shirt. The other couldn’t have been more than a few years younger than Sora; his blond hair was spiked out in all directions, and his eyes were piercingly cold and blue. As Riku assessed him the blond caught his eye and returned the stare coolly.

The steeple bells rang out, and as they tolled the blond dropped the cigarette onto the ground lazily and hopped off his perch, crushing the butt beneath his shoe. The eye contact broken, Riku shook his head and headed up the stairs with the rest of the church-goers.

Riku glanced around as they entered the church; he hadn’t been to a service here in ages, but everything looked exactly as it had several years ago. He saw the confessional he usually used off in the corner of the left aisle, away from prying eyes, where he would seek Father Axel’s advice on his relationship with Sora.

The ancient organ declared the beginning of the service a few moments later, and Riku pulled Sora into one of the pews as the choir filed in, followed by several acolytes and, bringing up the rear, Father Axel. Riku grinned broadly at him as he passed, but didn’t have a chance to catch his eye as he passed. The choir filed into their pews up near the altar and continued to sing, accompanied by the parish now, while Father Axel set bowed before the altar and kissed the surface in prayer while the acolytes moved around him lighting and setting up candles. Once finished with this ritual he moved off to the side to sit. As the song came to an end a few minutes later he moved to stand on the edge of the steps, in front of the parish. He, as well as everyone in the pews, made the sign of the cross before finally looking up with a wide smile as he scanned the crowd.

Suddenly Father Axel’s welcoming smile faltered; Riku frowned and followed his gaze, which led to the blond from outside the church. The young man was glaring at Father Axel with his arms crossed over his chest and was clearly unhappy. Riku’s attention was shifted back to the priest when the older man cleared his throat and shifted on the spot.

“The Lord be with you,” Father Axel intoned, though Riku heard the slight tremor in his tone.

“And also with you,” the parish chanted.


*
* * * * *
*
*


Once the service had ended and everyone had congregated in the meeting hall for coffee hour Riku decided now would be a good time to find and talk to Father Axel. He dodged other parishioners as they began to recognize him and headed for the priest’s office on the second floor. He split off from Sora, who needed to use the bathroom and promised to meet him at the office. After climbing a few flights of steps Riku rounded the corner and finally came to Father Axel’s private office and library at the end of the hall. The door was ajar, which was usually an invitation to enter, but as Riku approached he heard Father Axel’s voice from the other side of the door.

“Please, for the sake of your health and safety –”

“Don’t touch me, you fucking hypocrite!” a second voice, younger, hissed. Riku’s brow furrowed at that – no one ever dared speak to Father Axel that way.

There was a brief silence, and when Father Axel started talking again his voice was clipped and betrayed his frustration. “Be careful with that tone of yours.”

“I am sick and tired of this,” the second voice continued on, ruthlessly. “You can’t seem to make up your Goddamn mind.”

“This is about you and your choices, Roxas, not mine.”

Riku frowned. Roxas . . . that was the name of one of the rising acolytes of the group before he left . . . Roxas in and of itself was an unusual name, could they be the same person?

“And I’ll fuck who I want, thanks,” Roxas snarled. “What,” he continued nastily, “you have a problem with that, Father?”

“You’re going to get yourself hurt, Roxas,” Father Axel said quietly.

“And why do you care? It’s none of your business who I have sex with, so stop trying to interfere in my life. I’m no longer interested in what you have to say.”

“I care about you, I – ”

“Well, no matter how much you care that’s not going to change this,” Riku couldn’t see what Roxas was indicating to, but he recognized the bitterness in Roxas’ voice. “You can’t keep telling me to stop fucking around when we’re not allowed to be together –”

Wait, what?

“So just fucking butt out of my business, ok? It was hot while it lasted, now just . . . fuck off.”

“Is that all it was, then?”

Riku clapped a hand over his mouth and flattened himself against the wall in shock. Father Axel . . . and Roxas. What the hell was going on here?

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe that for a sec – ”

There were sounds of a scuffle, then a loud thump like someone was being shoved against the wall.

“Well you’re just going to have to believe it, won’t you?” Roxas growled nastily. “Because there is nothing you can change now. I’ve moved on.”

“I love you.”

“Don’t you dare fucking go there,” Roxas said savagely.

“I love you, Roxas.”

“Stop! Shut up!” Roxas’ voice cracked, and there was another loud thump as fists hit the wall, jarring the door open a little farther. “That’s not fair.”

Riku inched closer to the door, and suddenly they came into view: Father Axel, pressed up against the wall with hands wrapped firmly around his wrists, keeping them against the wall. Hands that were attached to . . . the blond from outside the church not a few hours earlier. The blond was glaring up at Father Axel, his eyes and cheeks red.

“No one ever said it was fair,” he said quietly.

“No shit. You go on about how you love me, but we can’t be together because you’re a fucking priest. Then you don’t want me to be with anybody else. How does that work, Axel? Are you going to deprive me of a relationship with someone because you want to keep me for yourself? You can’t do that to me.”

“Please, just – ”

“No!” Roxas yelled, then there were sounds of a scuffle, a pained grunt and the creaking of heavy furniture as it is pushed across a hardwood floor. Riku jumped back as the door flew open and Roxas stalked out, face red and fists balled. Once he had rounded the corner Riku jolted out of his hiding spot and bolted to the threshold; Father Axel was leaning back against his desk in an awkward position, as though he had been pushed into it. He looked pale and shaken, and did not seem to notice Riku’s presence.

“Are you alright, Father?”

Father Axel looked up sharply. “Oh, Riku,” he gave him a shaky smile as his expression softened. “I didn’t see you there. When did you get back from school?”

“Just a few days ago,” Riku answered, crossing the threshold to shake Axel’s hand and help steady him. “Are you alright?” he asked again.

“Oh. Yes,” Father Axel answered distractedly. “Roxas and I were just . . . having a theological discussion. A philosophical sparring match never did any harm. Though I’m pretty sure that one left a bruise,” he chuckled, rubbing the small of his back where it connected with the desk and wincing slightly.

“Father,” Riku prompted carefully, unsure of how to proceed.

“It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure about that?”

This time Father Axel did not answer immediately. He looked at Riku out of the corner of his eye shrewdly for several moments, as though trying to see whether Riku was trustworthy or not. Then, sighing, Father Axel straightened and patted Riku’s arm, smiling wanly. “God willing, I’ll be alright soon.”


*
* * * * *
*
*

Sora and Riku returned the following Sunday to meet with Father Axel; considering the incident Riku had witnessed he felt it better to give the priest some space. All and all he felt the meeting had gone well; Father Axel had heard a lot about Sora over the years, and had been an indirect witness to the development of their relationship. Riku could almost see the twinkle in Father Axel’s eyes connecting various confessions and stories to this one unassuming brunet. Sora himself was keen to hear more of Father Axel’s stories about Riku causing trouble in CCD or for the choir master.

After about an hour and a half later they decided to leave and allow Father Axel to get some lunch before a marriage counseling appointment a few hours later. They rose and shook hands with the priest before exiting the church.

“You told him about me, didn’t you?” Sora queried as they drove home.

“Well, yeah,” Riku said, grinning a little uneasily at this line of questioning. “He was the one encouraging me to be with you – ”

“No,” Sora said with an evil grin. “I mean, half the time he was smirking. What did you tell him?”

“Nothing,” Riku scoffed.

Sora chuckled. MAYDAY, Riku’s brain screamed.

Sora shifted in the passenger seat, then Riku felt his breath against his ear. “I bet,” Sora whispered huskily, “you told him all about how you love it when I fuck you hard and fast, facedown on the bed. Or was it the blindfold and handcuffs?”

“No,” Riku said thickly, a blush forming on his cheeks. “That – that’s just between us, I promise.”

“If you say so,” Sora chuckled, nibbling on Riku’s earlobe.

“It’s hard to concentrate on driving when you do that.”

Sora responded by licking the lobe and shell of his ear hotly. Riku stiffened and licked his lips.

“You, uh, wanna call Kairi and tell her we won’t make it to lunch?”

“What, you think you’re going to get fucked?”

Riku glanced down at the bulge he could see forming in Sora’s pants. “I think I might get lucky.”

Sora chuckled and began patting his pockets, looking for his phone. His expression changed quickly from lust to confusion, then panic. “I don’t have my phone.”

“Huh? You definitely had it earlier.”

Sora paused. “I think I dropped it in Father Axel’s office.”

“We need to go get it?” Riku asked, disappointment creeping into his voice.

“Yeah, I’m sorry babe,” Sora said ruefully. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Riku nodded shortly and made a U-turn back towards the church.

*
* * * * *
*
*


The church was quiet but the doors unlocked when they returned, so Riku thought they had a good chance of catching Father Axel before he locked his office for the day. They wound their way through the church back to the priest’s office. Riku knocked on the already ajar door and pushed it open further. “Fath –” he said, before his words died very abruptly in his throat. Sora made a sort of strangled noise beside him.

Father Axel was splayed out over his own desk, gripping the edges so hard his knuckles were white, whispering curses and holy oaths as the blond from the previous week – Roxas, Riku remembered – fucked him. The blond was keeping a ruthless pace, holding himself up on his elbows and nipping the priest’s neck; judging by the sounds Father Axel was making he was either close to orgasm, being fucked at just the right angle for his prostate to be stimulated, or both. Father Axel ground back against him and Roxas shuddered, leaning his forehead between the priest’s shoulder blades and moaning, “Father, forgive me.”

His face reddening, Riku pulled the door shut again sharply, but not before the image was branded in his mind. Riku paused for half a second, shock creeping through his system while Sora’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. Then Riku grabbed Sora’s hand and bolted, tearing through corridors until they emerged in the central nave. Sora pulled him to a stop, panting.

Riku dropped Sora’s hand and fell heavily into one of the pews. “Oh my God,” he groaned.

He felt Sora sit down next to him. “Wow.”

“Please don’t say that.”

“Did you know?” Sora asked hesitantly. “About Father Axel and – ”

“No!” Riku interjected. “Well. Kind of . . . I overheard a conversation I shouldn’t have, but . . . I didn’t think I’d ever see them doing that here!” He closed his eyes and groaned again.

There was a shuffling sound beside him, then Riku felt Sora’s hand touch his thigh, close to his groin, and warm breath in the shell of his ear. “I actually thought they were pretty hot,” Sora whispered, shifting his hand even higher.

“I can’t believe you said that,” Riku said weakly. “Stop it.”

“No one’s here,” Sora reasoned, now cupping and rubbing the bulge in Riku’s jeans. “And they won’t be done for a while.”

“Oh God,” Riku shuddered, and gave in. He could never say no to him.

Sora’s lips ghosted over his, his hands moving slowly over Riku’s chest and shoulders as he shifted to straddle Riku’s hips. A soft sigh escaped Riku’s mouth as Sora’s nimble fingers worked the buttons of his dress shirt; cool air settled over his skin seconds before Sora pushed the shirt aside, his thumbs teasing Riku’s hardening nipples. Riku arched his back, breaking the kiss to breathe sharply. Sora slid off his lap, trailing lips and teeth over Riku’s neck, collarbone, nipples, and abdomen, slowly lowering himself between Riku’s now-parted legs.

The back of Riku’s head knocked against the back of the pew when Sora’s tongue delved into his belly button and began unzipping his pants. He shuddered, breathing Sora’s name. His slacks and boxers were pulled down leaving him, for all intents and purposes, naked. In a church. About to have sex – in a pew – with his boyfriend.

If he was going to hell in a hand basket, he might as well enjoy the ride.

Then Sora’s mouth – hot, wet, and ohhhh his tongue – descended on his erection and Riku was a goner.

The next coherent thought had something to do with how incredibly wrong this all was; Sora’s fingers were involved, that much he was sure of.

Only after Sora’s cock was deep inside him did Riku truly begin to appreciate the awkwardness of the position; Riku himself was curled in the pew, his tailbone resting on the edge of the seat with his feet pushing against the back of the next pew for leverage. Sora was bending deeply at his knees, resting them against the pew, as he thrust down, pounding Riku’s prostate. He was gripping the back of the pew tightly as he watched Riku unravel.

The wood digging into the base of his spine was uncomfortable enough to dull the ecstasy he would normally be screaming in, but Sora must have realized this since his thrusts became gentler and he began stroking Riku’s cock in time with the thrusts. Sora’s mouth was next to his ear, whispering something . . .

“ – I fear no evil; for you are at my side, with your rod and your staff that give me courage.”

Riku moaned, his erection surging with his arousal. The psalm, relayed from Sora’s lips, pushed him closer to the edge.

“You spread a table for me in sight of my foes; you anoint my head with oil,” Sora broke off, panting. His thrusts were fast becoming erratic and jerky as he perched on the edge of orgasm. Their eyes met in that intense moment, and Sora finished the psalm. “My cup overflows.”

Riku cried out as he finally came, his release coming from far deeper within than he had ever experienced; he felt Sora’s cock twitching inside him, filling him with cum just as he felt Sora’s all-encompassing love envelope his entire being.

“That was pretty hot.”

Riku’s eyes flew open. “Did you say that?”

Sora shook his head lazily. “No.”

The sound of a lighter flicking open jerked Riku’s attention to the open windows nearby, where Father Axel was leaning against the wall, lighting a cigarette. “Father,” Riku said uneasily.

Father Axel waved all of the questions implied within that single word away. Clearly, he wasn’t really concerned about Riku and Sora having sex in his church.

“You know, in any normal circumstance I’d advise you not to engage in sexual activities in churches in the future,” Axel said wryly. “But in lieu of that . . . I’m going to make a request. What you saw, what you know . . . stays here.”

Riku nodded. “Of course, Father.”

“Good,” Axel said, nodding and falling into silence. “I’ll give you two privacy,” he continued a few moments later, putting out his cigarette and tossing it outside.

“Is everything all right now?”

Father Axel paused, smiling mysteriously. “Roxas made his decision. Now it’s up to me to make the next move.”

Riku contemplated that long after Father Axel left them alone; only when he heard, several weeks later, that Father Axel was leaving the Church, did it make any sense.