Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Sacrifice ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Part 2: The Induction

Morgana Maeve

I graduated two days ago. And then lost my Honor's sash. And then threw a tantrum over losing it. BECAUSE I'M AN ADULT AND I CAN!!

Anyway, yeah, now I have no excuse. The tassel changed sides. I am now, officially, an adult. I feel weird, but I guess everybody does. It was fun, though. We had beach balls floating around until the principal popped it. And then we went crazy when the last name was called. It was like an orgy.

Warnings: Axel/Roxas. Perverseness. Perhaps language?

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Characters belong to Square and Disney.

.::oOo::.

Looking back at it, there were certain aspects of that initial encounter that Roxas knew he could have enjoyed at face value if he had been in the right frame of mind, using the term `right frame of mind' as a euphemism for `incredibly sex-starved.'

It wasn't everyday, he reflected some time later, that one happens to have a god bowing at one's feet. It happens even less often that it's an extremely hot god bowing at one's feet, no pun intended. The whole toe-fetish thing he could have done without, but still, it was a nice touch.

But this entire reflection happened some time later. At this current time, Roxas was definitely not in his happy place. In fact, he was so far removed from his happy place that he was in someone else's happy place. Namely Axel's happy place. And that was just fine with Axel.

He was playing a dangerous game with his little sacrifice; one false move and there went a good portion of Axel's teeth, but hey, they would grow back eventually. And besides, Roxas-feet tasted good. Axel could sit there and nibble all day.

See, that was the benefit of being a god. He could make up his own logic and it would work out perfectly.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked Roxas wickedly, looking up, canine poking rakishly over his bottom lip as leered up at his sacrifice. There were other things that were poking as well, and that was all well and good because that table over there was perfect for tossing sacrifices over and ravishing them completely. The poking transformed into pointing, and no, that was definitely not a pencil down there. It was a great deal bigger than a pencil.

It is to Roxas' mile-long stubborn streak that all credit goes to because without it, Roxas probably wouldn't have had the power to answer. Left to his own devices, Roxas probably would have just stood there, moaning and sweating. But thanks to that annoying little voice that suddenly woke up and screamed, “This is not how our first time is going to be!” Roxas found the strength to lift his oddly limp neck and glare at the fire god in front of him.

“No, actually, I'm not,” he snapped in his most petulant voice. It sounded impressive, a mortal becoming combative to a god, but then he slipped and said, “I want my first time to be special.” Axel's eyes glinted, and Roxas almost kicked himself for letting that one fly out of his mouth.

“Oh, good job there, buddy boy,” his inner Roxas said. “Like that's gonna keep this one away.”

“We don't want him away,” said another more menacing and husky voice. “We'd like him to stay and get to know us a little better. Yeah, we'd like that a lot.” And to prove its point, the organ that voice just happened to control snapped to attention and waved at Axel. “Here I am! And hey, I see you've got one too! Maybe you'd like to bring it over and we could hang out. Or we could go visit my friend, Mr. Mouth. I'm sure you'd like that.” Roxas gasped and fumbled with his tied hands, desperately trying to shut that thing up, hoping to everything that Axel couldn't read minds.

Well, Axel couldn't, but he could read facial expressions, and he had seen the look Roxas had on his face enough times to know that that bulge Roxas had in the front of his pants was not due to really bad ironing skills. He leaned closer to the blonde, arms on either side of Roxas' face, and whispered,” Don't worry. I'll make it good for you.” Roxas made a noise that classified as three quarters of a gurgle and one quarter of a gasp. Then Axel pressed his chest hard into Roxas', temperature in the room spiking dangerously, and Roxas thought he was going to die if he hadn't already. The fire god let his fingers trail lightly over Roxas' bare arms, little patches of burning heat on his skin, and it was then that Roxas knew he was branded. If he ever escaped this, and he was fairly certain he didn't want to, nothing would ever compare to this moment. Nothing.

Moisture and heat increased as Axel nuzzled his neck, lips on willing skin, blazing a snaking path up to Roxas' ear, teeth closing down on soft flesh. Roxas lost himself and whimpered, leg rising of its own accord to wind around Axel's ankle, insistently pushing him closer.

“Got you now,” Axel thought, slipping one thin arm between their bodies, searching for that secret place of hard warmth in his palm.

What happened next was a combination of horrific bad timing and some really nasty karma.

There was a loud pop and flash of light, and Roxas went stiff beneath him, body suddenly very, very cold. Confused and disoriented, spots dancing before his eyes, Axel looked up, pissed to hell.

Zexion stood a few feet away, hands over his eyes, face a stoic mask. “Xemnas says to get both of your stupid heads back home,” the scribe god reported to no one in particular. “He also says that you should bring your sacrifice back to the palace, to make a good impression. Alive, mind you.” Zexion paused. “And Xaldin's eating all the carrots.”

If it had just been Xemnas ordering him back, Axel would have told Zexion to shove it and leave him alone, but the carrots were another thing entirely. He didn't care that Xaldin was technically a higher-ranking god than he was; no one, and he meant no one, touched his carrots. That wind god had another thing coming.

“You,” he addressed Roxas. “Come now. With me.” Roxas stared at him. “Come on!” Axel said irritably. “My carrots are in danger! We have to go now.”

“I don't know if you noticed this,” Roxas started, “but I'm kind of tied to his altar!” he finished, voice loud in the small room. Axel flinched back and Zexion shuddered a bit. Stupid, obnoxious sacrifices. They think they're all that just because they're chosen to be given to the gods.

“Well then, I'll help you,” Axel snapped, walking up to the glaring sacrifice. They entered a staring match that Roxas lost in seconds as Axel suddenly reached over and picked him clear up, slinging the stunned blonde over his shoulder. Three seconds later, the two gods returned to their cliché palace in the clouds, screeching Roxas in tow, pounding with balled fists on Axel's back. He was going to be sporting an impressive set of bruises come the next day.

“What the hell'd they send you?” asked Marluxia, who had been waiting for them. “A tiger?”

“Nope. They sent me a feisty virgin!” Axel answered happily, and Roxas started flailing, invoking an image of the caterpillar's final struggle against the mighty bird of doom.

“Won't be one for long,” Larxene amended, appearing out of nowhere and falling into step with Axel. “Not after you're done with him.” Her hand lingered too long on Axel's arm, and Roxas had to fight the strange urge to lean down and bite it. Axel's grip tightened on Roxas' waist, fingers curling around his bottom in a sly grope. Roxas yelped.

“Mine. Not yours,” he told the goddess, and in hushed tones told Roxas, “Tread lightly around that one. She'll kill you.” Unseen to him, Roxas blanched and gulped hard. What had he gotten himself into?

The rag-tag group of higher beings made their way through a labyrinth of corridors and halls, twisting and turning until Roxas began to feel seasick riding on Axel's shoulders.

“Better get used to it.” That ominous voice had reappeared. “'Cause we're gonna be riding this one a lot.” Heat rushed up Roxas' face and collected in his nose, threatening to drip out onto Axel's pristine robe.

“Stop it,” he commanded mentally. “You got us into this. I'm taking us out.”

“Your sexual preference got you into this,” the voice said lazily. “It's not my fault you like guys.”

“Shut up!”

“But you do.”

“Not exclusively!” he hissed, gritting his teeth. “Hayner started it anyway. He was the one who suggested that stupid kissing game!”

“But you went along with it. And surprise! It led to me.” The voice snickered.

“I was curious!” Roxas wailed in his mind. “I didn't know what was going on!”

“Curiosity is always a killer,” the voice agreed, sounding almost kind for once. Then it ruined the moment. “You're lucky you're not a girl. You'd have so many kids right now if you were, curious as you are.”

“I hate you,” Roxas whispered.

“Love you too, babes.”

“And we're here!” Axel sang out, breaking Roxas out of his slightly schizophrenic thoughts. For a second, Roxas didn't know where `here' was, but as he stared at the obnoxiously large fireball carved into the wood, he could make a reasonable guess as to `here's' identity.

Axel didn't put Roxas down for a second, choosing instead to simply kick in the door and stride into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. Roxas had only a few seconds glimpse of blurry red before everything went topsy-turvy and upside down, and then, surprise, he found himself lying flat on his back on a very large bed. Instincts screamed at him to jump and run, but hormones kicked in and said, “Wait, wait, let's see where this goes.”

It went to Axel crawling onto the bed as well, draping one long and thin arm over Roxas' bare chest. Moisture began again as Axel let his hand brush lingeringly across the expanse of skin, finding things to poke and tweak in ways that made Roxas wish his hands were untied to he could fly up and attach himself permanently to the fire god.

The hand made its way down to his stomach, and Roxas sucked in his last breath, afraid to breathe, terrified this tenuous moment would vanish. Experienced fingers caressed in gentle patterns, drawing unknown letters on soft, supple skin, teasing minutes into hours.

“Please,” whispered Roxas without meaning to, blistering words falling out of his mouth. “Please.” Somewhere, lost with the folds of ecstasy, a part of him stirred and rebelled, tried to kill the jolts of pleasure traveling through his body, tried to smother the intense need to be held and loved with pragmatic reasons why this should not happen, could not happen, would not happen. But neither Roxas nor Axel cared.

“We haven't been properly introduced yet,” Axel whispered back, rolling over, bracing himself on his elbows over Roxas. One knee slipped between the blonde's legs and pressed lightly, and fiery shudders broke all over Roxas' body. “I'm Axel.” Breath ghosted on Roxas' mouth, and Axel leaned down to claim it as his own, lips parted. Roxas strained up, arms tied and stretched beyond his head, wanting that hard embrace, fierce desire rushing through his brain blanking out all other thoughts except the last lucid one that pleaded, “Kiss me now, kiss me now, oh please before I die, kiss me.”

Scant inches separated them, and Axel paused, in no particular hurry, and repositioned himself as Roxas squirmed beneath him, tilting his head to better his angle and make the kiss deeper. Heat radiated from their bodies and pooled together in beads of sweat, and their lips almost touched.

Almost, but not quite, for at that moment, who should burst into the room but Xemnas. And he looked livid.

“Axel!” he bellowed, and the aforementioned literally sprang off the bed, falling to the floor with a loud thud and a groan. Xemnas apparently didn't care. “Didn't Zexion tell you I needed to see you? The higher ups want to talk with you, and I can't keep them waiting. You have three minutes to make yourself as presentable as possible, starting now. Get moving!” With that, he left, slamming the door in his wake. Axel stood up and cursed.

“What did I do!” he yelled to no one. “Why is my karma so completely screwed up today? What did I do? All I want is a little action! Is that so hard to ask for? Just a little bit? Why am I always interrupted?” He stomped towards the door, and then whirled around, pointing a finger at Roxas. “You stay there! Don't move! I'm not done with you!” Roxas cringed and almost curled into a ball as the door slammed for the third time.

“Dammit!” he exclaimed.

“Hey, hey you, kid!” came a sly voice, and Roxas jumped in startled surprise as Xigbar, the prankster god, waltzed out of the closet.

“I'm not a kid. I'm legal,” Roxas said sullenly, but Xigbar pretended not to hear him. He sat on the bed and put an arm around Roxas' slumping shoulders, grinning at him.

“You want some ice cream?” Xigbar asked. “I have popsicle you can lick.” He pointed to his pants.

“That's the worst pick-up line I've ever heard,” Roxas told him, and Xigbar visibly deflated, eye-patch drooping dejectedly.

.::oOo::.

Ultra-special bonus: A Day in the Life of Morgana Maeve.

At three in the morning, she wakes up, suffocating because her room's overheated and the humidifier thing has shut itself off. Still half-asleep, she contemplates tossing the excess water out the window but then decides to brave the dark stairs without her glasses on to dump it in the sink. Mission accomplished, and she falls back asleep.

At seven-thirty in the morning, she is awakened by her father who wants her to help weed the stupid hill outside. Grumbling, she disappears for a not-so-relaxing shower and then sands her door down so she won't have to do it later. (She's moving soon and everything needs to be perfect.)

By around eight-thirty, she is outside in the humid air, picking up pieces of bush her father is manically chopping down. Her mother, who is supposed to be helping, is playing computer games.

By ten, no one wants to work anymore, and she escapes to the laptop, where she begins writing random Axel/Roxas porn.

At twelve-thirty, her mother catches her doing `nothing' and attempts to confiscate the computer. Morgana tries to hide all incriminating windows. She is then asked if she has looked for any scholarships for college. The answer is negative. Disappointment ensues.

At twelve-forty-five, Morgana is inside, practicing the piccolo. She hates it, and five minutes later, the piccolo is tossed out the window and she is back on the computer, finishing up the porn.

Two comes around, and it's time to go food shopping. Oh joy. Fruit is bought in bulk, and meat is skimpy. She cannot survive on this diet much longer.

Three, and she's back on the computer, looking at YouTube videos.

Five in the afternoon, it's raining, and Morgana's finally done with the new chapter. Editing will resume later.

At seven, she goes to the basement to work out and watch pathetic horror movies on FearNet. Parents are not pleased with lack of progress from their daughter

By eight, she has monopolized the TV and is playing Kingdom Hearts II. Her father comes downstairs just in time to see his only child burst into tears as Axel dies on the screen. He looks from his sobbing, supposedly-adult daughter to the screen and then asks, “Why are you crying?” She blubbers something about Axel being dead, and he looks up to the ceiling and asks, “Why was I given such a retarded kid?” Then he leaves and her mother wants to watch Michael Clayton, so that's it for KHII.

And if you think that was cold-blooded of him, you should have seen the whole prom incident. Basically, Morgana met a guy at prom, decided that guy was hot, saw a movie with guy, and then guy texts her saying he's back with his girlfriend, see you later. When she told her father what happened, the response was, “If your head was in the right place, you'd be studying right now and not caring about guys.” Mind you, this happened in late May, which is too late to learn anything new in school and too early to start studying for finals.

For the rest of the night, Morgana is either on the computer or leveling up her Drive forms. Eventually, she sleeps, and is then woken up by her best male friend calling her to ask if she wants to see a movie sometime. Verbal abuse and sparring follows and then the humidifier stops working again, and she must drain it. Life continues on.