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Summary: When Sora slept, the other entities in his head were given free reign over his mind.
Spoilers: Um... spoilers for a bunch of characters and... hell, if you haven't played the game, what are you doing? It's been out for years, go play it!
Disclaimer: Disney and Squeenix own everything KH related.
When Sora slept, the other entities in his head (or heart, none of them were really sure) were given free reign over his mind. There was a Sora clad in yellow, bragging about his skills with his Keyblades to one dressed all in red, who was listening with rapturous attention. One in blue was shooting the various Heartless apparitions in Sora's mind while one in white looked on approvingly, ready to spring into action if the darkness ever threatened to take over.
And then there were the other two, the two who didn't exactly fit in with the rest of the group. There was Roxas, the only part of Sora with a different mind and a different personality; almost like another person living within him. And then there was another Sora; streams of darkness flowing behind him as he loped along like an animal. These two sides of Sora gravitated towards each other as though they were a simple Dusk and an even simpler Heartless, the urge to battle too hard to resist.
It was often that these two clashed – Keyblade on claws. Anti-Sora was swift, able to escape far into the darkness awaiting an attack, eyes bright in the seemingly perpetual moonlight of Sora's mind. Roxas could almost believe they were stars, not another creature that was waiting to do battle.
Still he ran forward, Keyblades at the ready for the inevitable fight, while Anti-Sora sat there, eyes almost curiously watching. They met with sparks, claws scraping along the metallic blades as Roxas parried and slashed, only to be met with the same in return. The battles were always long and draining, usually resulting in Roxas winning, the dark Sora slinking off to await another unspoken challenge.
However, during one battle it was Anti-Sora who was superior; Roxas knocked to the ground by a fierce attack to his side. The bizarrely curious form of Sora nudged Roxas' side, unfamiliar with the notion of the stronger 'Sora' losing. When Roxas only moaned softly the dark Sora straddled him, looking closely at his fluttering eyelashes. Anti-Sora fidgeted, not knowing what to do, unknowingly rubbing gently against Roxas' crotch, which spurred another quiet noise from the blond.
Anti-Sora fidgeted nervously a little more, only increasing the amount of pressure he was exerting on Roxas. The blond's vision swam, Anti-Sora somehow morphing into a teen with spiky red hair, a kid named Axel Roxas knew from back when he was in his own body. He ground up against the Anti-Sora-Axel creation, which proceeded to push down on Roxas' now hardening erection, the fight forgotten, and his leg twinging uncomfortably under the other's weight.
Anti-Sora was unable to keep still, something was compelling him to stay close to the blond, even though the creature didn't really know what to do to help. It wasn't until Roxas gasped out something that sounded like 'Axel' that the dark Sora stopped, his suspicions confirmed that Roxas had awakened. Anti-Sora skidded off him, allowing Roxas to sit up, eyes blearily adjusting to the moonlit darkness.
Roxas looked around momentarily, expecting to see someone who couldn't possibly have been there before catching sight of Anti-Sora, who brought him back to reality. Roxas was suddenly able to acutely feel the wetness soaking through his underwear and he scrambled away from Anti-Sora, who simply cocked his head before loping away, leaving Roxas in the middle of the expanse of Sora's mind, dazed and very confused.