Kingdom Hearts doesn't belong to me. You probably should be thankful for that. ;)

Warnings: This is AU, and OOC, for both Sora and Riku. It's just an experiment on a waydarker Sora. I know full well that Sora would never be like this. It's also yaoi. Sora/Riku.KH2 spoilers are in here.

Silence

Pale hands were trapped, wrists caught in one of his, strong arms pulled taunt, unresisting over the older boy's head. He was straddling him, knees locking long legs down, as he leaned in, his fingers unzipping the last few inches left on the shirt. Black material fell away, and his lips descended.

A moan poured from the captive body under him, raw and wanting. He raised his head, glaring into darkened aqua green, "Shut up."

He didn't want to hear him, he didn't want to hear any sound. He just wanted to feel, feel that soft, silken flesh under his finger tips, the way the muscles rippled. But that voice... that seductive, intense voice, deeper now then it had been last he had seen him, distracted him. It reminded him things were changed, that they had changed.

Stained, no longer innocent, forever reminded of the blood on their hands...

He moved, diving back into the safety of that warm skin, biting hard on the other's shoulder, drawing blood from that scarred flesh. Flesh that had been smooth once, with only childhood scars. Those scars were covered by others now, the proof of their joyful youth lost in the many, too many battles they had been in.

He didn't want to think about it. Yet with every touch, with every slight shudder of his friend? lover? enemy? he could not help but be reminded of it. They were so changed, and then, he could only hate it.

Hatred hadn't been apart of him either, till that quest, till destiny had dragged him into a never ending, brutal war. How could one not hate after all that? After killing others, monsters and humans alike. Or what should have been humans... Echoes of humans, mirrors, reflections that had wanted to become real...

Much like the sleeping soul within himself, now silent, given up to the fate forced upon him. Roxas didn't speak anymore, Roxas had quietly surrendered, eventually, once he realized it was useless. Sora had been stronger then Roxas, and Sora hated himself for being the supposed stronger. For denying another life, someone that hadn't asked to be used and then absorbed, or whatever it was that had ended up happening.

And here he was, doing it again, only differently. But Riku was allowing it, Riku was letting him use him, feed off him, willingly allowing him everything. Always, he'd done that. Only to Sora, was he submissive, and Sora could only hate that more. Always, everyone sacrificed for him, so he could make the ultimate sacrifice. Such betrayal...

His free hand found that slender throat, and closed around it. Those sea colored eyes watched him, calm, so deathly calm, with some sort of knowing acknowledgment. Sora doubted he would fight him, even as he choked the life from him. Sora knew he wouldn't. Strong as Riku was, strong enough to fight the very darkness, he would never hurt Sora again. His ever beloved protector, and his betrayer. The one who had handed them both over to fate, which had left them like this, mere shadows of themselves, less then even the Nobodies they had killed.

He wished he could hate him more, but there was nothing within that could fulfill that. For as much as he hated him, he loved him twice as strongly, and that wouldn't stop.

His hand let go, and he released him, getting off him, then off the bed. Blue eyes turned to the starless night sky outside their window, refusing to look, though he heard Riku sit up, heard him gasp a little as he regained the air he had deprived him of.

When had things gotten so bad? When had the darkness become stronger then his light? He didn't know. Perhaps it had been the knowledge that nothing else had changed, only them. Everything else was still the same, and everyone expected them to be the same boys that had disappeared so long ago.

But they weren't, and they never could be again. They had touched the very heart of darkness, Riku more then he even, and had come away tainted. He doubted there was much left of what they had been, though they tried to keep up the facade. It was better then being questioned.

But at night, when it was just them two... The masks would drop, and it was back to this in the end. One of these nights, one of them would die. Sora knew it would likely be Riku, though, he doubted he would live much longer after him. Because Riku kept the day Sora sane enough to last till night. Without Riku, the facade and the reality, would both crack, and eventually shatter.

He wondered if he wanted that. To just end it, to let it all just fade, as they had wanted on that beach not so long ago. Just to give up, and fade back into the darkness. This time, they wouldn't be alone, but together, if he allowed it...

Strong, cold arms wove around him, pinning his arms to his sides, as lips kissed his neck, giving icy affection. Teeth nipped at his flesh, sharp enough to bring a little pain. Pain that he could welcome, it reminded him he was still alive.

"Stop thinking," an almost breathless command, in that ever thick, controlled voice.

He wanted to obey. He wanted to stop thinking, and just mindlessly take the pain and pleasure. He didn't want to think about how his sanity was slipping through his fingers...

A harder nip, to the side of his chin this time, and those hands moved, caressing over his chest, slender, long fingers tracing over his defined muscles, going ever lower, "Just focus on the silence, and on me."

He tensed for a moment, before turning, to face the other. Freeing his arms, he wove one hand into silver locks, jerking Riku's head down.

"Then shut up," he hissed, before pressing a harsh, claiming kiss on his lover's lips.

One of these nights, he would kill him. But for tonight, he trusted him to bring silence to the darkness within. Just for one night more.