Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Sacrifice ❯ Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )

The Sacrifice

Morgana Maeve

Think of it this a smutty spoof of those god/sacrifice relationships.

Warning: Axel/Roxas for the most part. Lots of crack. Major AU. Rated M for Axel's perverseness.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot. Square and Disney all own the characters, but one day I will steal them all. Bwahahahaha!

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It was hot. Not in that humid sense, where everybody knows rain is imminent, but in that dry sense, where everybody knows that rain has forsaken their little desert oasis and that there will be mass panic until rain has been restored.

And of course, like most backwater paradises surrounded by sand, the people inhabiting this oasis were very religious, steeped within the lore of ancient gods and goddesses, temples and shrine built to every deity conceivable, daily offerings left on altars.

So when the heat wave began and rain didn't fall for five days, the people became a little worried that maybe, somehow, they had offended their gods. The priests didn't help matters, running amok in the streets, waving their staffs and scrolls, screaming about the end of ages and the approaching doom. Naturally, the rest of the small population was thrown into a frenzy, leaving offerings of giant coconuts for the water god nearly ten times a day, smearing themselves with dirt and weeping in their yards, praying for rain.

Had they been asked, these people would have answered, “Yes, as a matter of fact, we are sane.”

The gods thought otherwise.

“I don't get them!” wailed the water god, burying his head in his arms. “What more do they want from me?!”

“They want water,” said the fire god. Both were hanging out on the balcony of their palace, watching the oasis people run around in a heat-induced panic. Though they shared the place with ten other gods and goddesses, the palace was so ridiculously huge that they could go days without seeing each other. And that was good, because half of the gods hated the other half, and the lone goddess of the palace hated everyone.

Demyx shook his head. “I know they want water,” he said, “but every time I give them rain, they complain!” Axel shrugged.

“Then don't give them rain,” the red-haired fire god said. “It's not like it matters to us much.”

“If I don't give them rain, they send me coconuts. I hate coconuts!”

“Humans are so fickle,” said a new voice, and the lightning goddess strolled in, munching on one aforementioned coconut. “They never know what they want. We can give them the rain they're asking for, but then they complain that they never see the sun. So we give them sun, and then they complain it's too hot and that they need rain. I say we exterminate the lot of them.” Larxene laughed, a pretty but very ominous sound. Axel began to back towards the exit.

“Nobody's killing anybody,” he said firmly, and she fixed him with a piercing stare.

“But it'd be so easy,” she said coyly, wrapping an arm around Axel's thin shoulders. He glanced at the offending appendage and tried to shake her off, but she dug her nails in and he stopped, wincing. “Demyx can bring them their rain, and I'll bring them their lightning. It would be just one big accident.” The hand went up to stroke his cheek, and Axel resisted the urge to flee. She was like an alligator: one false move, and she'd rip his head off.

“They've already had too many lightning storms,” Demyx replied. “You keep making my rain showers turn into giant thunderstorms. People have already died.”

“So what's another two or three?”

“You seem to forget, Larxene,” Axel said coldly, “that our existence depends on their belief. They created us. When they stop believing in us, we disappear.”

“Until the next batch creates us again,” she snapped back, but even she knew that if that happened, they wouldn't be the same. They'd be different gods, tailored for different needs, their corporal shape warped to fit the ideals of a new religion. And Larxene liked her shape. She was freakin' pretty this time. And so, for all her talk, she never carried out her plans for mass extermination.

But there was a bit of a problem. Even though gods are near omnipotent, they must use their power wisely. They are governed, just as humans are, by higher forces. And said higher forces didn't like to be bothered day in and day out for rain and heat. So Demyx, even though he was the god of water, couldn't make it rain for at least another week. He had borrowed too much rain from the higher ups, and they were feeling a bit stingy, telling him he could have his water when they were good and ready to give it to him. Any more pestering would be considered abuse, and would be dealt with accordingly, mainly by the means of some serious community service. And Demyx did not want to be picking up the higher ups' trash. He had done it once, and it had been the most disgusting thing ever.

So to avoid having to pick up lost and discarded virginities, Demyx had to sit through another week of giant, tasteless coconuts. Larxene didn't complain; she loved coconuts, and Axel could care less for whatever plight Demyx had managed to fall into. None of the other gods cared as well, telling him that's what he got for trying to please the stupid humans.

Said stupid humans, however, were panicking even harder now, because by this time, there had been no rain for ten days, and the water supply was only two-thirds full. If this kept up, there would be no water left after about three months. It was an awful thought.

The priests really weren't helping matters either; in fact, they were making it much worse, screeching about how the gods had forsaken them because they were displeased with their offerings. And so, as these things happen, the people began talking about making blood sacrifices to the gods again. The priests apparently liked this idea, and soon, they began threatening worshippers with doom and damnation if they didn't start preparing the blood sacrifice.

The gods didn't like the idea as much as the people thought they would.

“I don't want a blood sacrifice!” wailed Demyx when he found out. “What if its something cute!?”

“The sacrifice isn't going to you,” Xemnas, the head god, said. “They're sacrificing to Axel.” Axel looked up, startled, a bit of carrot hanging out of his mouth.

“Wuzzat?” he said, not too articulately. Xemnas glowered balefully at the fire god, who kind of looked contrite and swallowed, repeating, “What? Me?”

“Yes you,” Xemnas told him. “If you would pay attention, you would have known. They think you're holding Demyx hostage, refusing to let him pour his water on their land. They reasoned that if you had a blood sacrifice, you'd be pleased and let the water go.”

“That's the stupidest thing I've ever head of,” pronounced the fire god, setting down his fork with a bang. “Why the hell would I take Demyx hostage? He's not even that good looking.” Demyx looked over at him, heartbreak written all over his face.

“That's not what you said last night!” the water god cried, dissolving into tears.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Axel answered flippantly.

“Moving on,” said Xemnas, clearing his throat and shifting uncomfortably. “They think they've offended you, and they want to fall back in your favor.” Axel shrugged.

“Whatever. All they're gonna do is leave me some dead animal, and I'll take it and tell them they can have their damned rain in two days. How's that?”

“Don't forget to make sure your sacrifice is truly dead,” Saïx said without looking up from his plate of raw, bloody meat. “We all remember what happened last time.”

“Zip it, moon-boy!” Marluxia snapped, pointing his fork at the moon god. The plant god had gone red in the face. “The alligator looked dead. How was I to know it was still breathing?!”

“That just shows how powerful you truly are. And when I say powerful, I mean weak,” interjected Vexen.

“You know what? I want to know why you even exist,” Marluxia told him. “This is a desert. There's no ice. So what the hell are you doing hanging around here, old man?”

“I stand for science!”

“You stand for ice. That's why nobody prays for you.”

“I'm surrounded by idiots,” mumbled Xemnas, and Saïx patted his arm sympathetically, still not looking up from his meat.

It was about two minutes later that Axel suddenly looked up at nothing, spiked hair twitching.

“They've left the sacrifice,” he told no one in particular, and subsequently, no one paid attention to him as he stood up. “I'll be back,” he addressed the group. “Don't touch my food.” He left, and immediately, Xaldin, god of wind, stole the rest of his carrots.

“So,” Xigbar said, leaning over to Demyx, “he doesn't treat you right. I can treat you right.”

“Leave me alone,” Demyx moaned, shoving potatoes in his mouth.

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It was dark in the shrine once Axel arrived, and it took a few good minutes for his eyes to become used to the darkness. He could hear the clanging rattles of chain, and he sighed, wishing that these humans would stop sending living sacrifices. None of the gods (with the exception of Larxene) wanted blood, and it was such a pain in the ass to figure out what to do with an animal, especially it was big. Whatever was left for him sounded big, and he really didn't want to carry a giant water buffalo home. Not that the desert had water buffalo though.

A horrible though occurred to him. What if they had given him a camel? Axel pulled a face. “Camels stink,” he said aloud, and the rattling stopped, cut off in startled seconds.

“Where are you!” a voice demanded, and Axel started in surprise. A human in the shrine with him? Impossible. Axel paused. No, it was possible that one of the priests might have accidentally stayed behind, or maybe it was one of the junior priests. Yeah, that seemed more likely; the junior priests were always screwing things up.

“I'm right here,” Axel replied, and immediately, the large, braziers exploded into warm flame, lighting up the room.

He and the sacrifice stared at each other.

“Oh, hell no!” Axel yelled, startling the sacrifice chained to the altar, its blue eyes wide in the firelight. “What the hell! This is not a sacrifice! Sacrifices are freakin' cows cut up on the altar! Not this!”

“Well excuse me,” the sacrifice snapped back, jerking on the chains. “I didn't ask for this.”

The sacrifice was human, blatantly so, a young man dressed in nothing but a pair of light pants, the normal garb of the oasis people. Bright blonde hair fell into those shocking blue eyes, and Axel decided that he must be a foreigner, coloring so different from the darker natives. He was a skinny little thing, not much in way of muscle, but he had a nice body, Axel noticed, taking in that smooth chest, that flat stomach. Some little perverted part of him woke up and began drooling, and Axel's expression changed ever so slightly, greenish-blue eyes coming alive.

“Tell me,” Axel said, moving closer, voice soft and sensual. The sacrifice inched as far back as the chains would allow him, heart hammering in his chest. Axel could hear it, and his predatory grin widened. He stopped moving as soon as he was looming over the blonde, faces aligned. “Are you a virgin?”

The blonde blanched at him, mouth hanging open. He tried to speak, garbled his word, and tried again. “I…you…what…get the hell away from me!” He kicked out, but Axel was quick and caught the blonde's ankle, holding his leg up and out, hands warm on human flesh.

“Such disrespect,” Axel teased, rubbing supple skin. “You'll have to be punished for that. But first, you have a name, I presume?”

“Roxas,” the blonde said haltingly, trying to subtly pull his leg out of the god's grasp. Really, this was getting ridiculous. It was bad enough when the priests had come to tell him he was going to be their sacrifice, but this just took the cake. Nobody had said anything about being a sacrifice to some pervert god who asked people if they were virgins. If he was a virgin, it was his own damn business.

“Roxas,” Axel repeated, and Roxas' heart did a strange little flip-flop that wasn't really that unpleasant. Actually, it felt kind of nice. Mentally, he kicked himself. “Don't even go there. This is a god, not a goddess. There's a difference. He has the same thing you have. And you don't want to mess with god-wong. It probably shoots flame or something.,” he advised himself. But he didn't get to think much else, because at that moment, Axel began his punishment.

Punishment consisted of Axel's mouth on Roxas' toes. Luckily for Axel, Roxas had just come out of a full-body scrub down. Can't give a god a dirty sacrifice. Unluckily for Roxas, that meant his feet were super-sensitive, and once he felt Axel's tongue on his smallest toe, he nearly came out of his skin, gasping, tomato-red tinge blooming in a line across his face.

“What are you…?” There was more Roxas would have liked to say, but then teeth joined tongue, and Roxas' head lolled back, chest heaving. Axel looked up through his bangs, grinning evilly. Oh yes, this was going to be fun.

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Part two of three(?) coming later. Because I can.

Yes, this is a short, but honestly, not many people are willing to read the really long ones. Two thousand words isn't bad, and if this goes on for another two chapters, it comes out pretty decently.

I don't think there's going to be a real lemon (I don't write lemons in past tense) but there will definitely be some sort of smut pervading the chapters. Maybe a light dabble into lemon territory. Expect some Axel/Roxas goodness in the last chapter; this is going out with a bang. A nice, boy-on-boy bang.

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