People have moments they wish they could erase from memory. When they glance back in time they can view the problem and the suggestions that cultivated it much more clearly. Between the passing of a precious parent, their guide to their final resting place, and a child's insurmountable grief, Sora had not been lucid enough to avoid a mysterious stranger, who seemed to desire nothing more than to console a shattered family.

If only he had seen the signs, then maybe he could have forestalled this dream from becoming a train wreck of a nightmare.

Sora drew away in self-preservation as Riku slowly approached him. Apprehension gnawed at his cognizance, fear prickled his flesh, bile swelled in his throat making it harder to breath, anxiety combined with an odd enthusiasm caused his heart to palpitate insanely. In his desperation for a source of a calming respite, he had temporarily forgotten that this was not the first incident that beleaguered him with these crippling emotions. Two minutes later, the words he was unable to speak just gushed from his mouth in tremors.

"Wh-Why are y-you doing th-this?" Sora was weeping at this point, knees buckling as they hit the stationary bed behind him. He crawled even further away until he was completely on the bed, searching for the opportunity to flee but his body would not comply with his mental directives to remove oneself from an escalating situation. Paralyzed, he could only watch in horror as Riku climbed on top of him, tying his delicate wrists overhead with the black leather belt firmly secured around his slender waist.

"R-Riku," he whimpered, eyes darting side to side in the hope of finding something he could reach to hit Riku with. But his hands had been restrained well and moving meant knocking Riku off, an effort he would not attempt in fear of the elder boy's reaction.

"Sssh! Don't be afraid, Sora," he soothed, placing a gentle finger over Sora's lips to quiet his pleading voice. "These past few days I've been watching you. I noticed how much pain you were in, especially when you thought about your father. And so, I said a secret vow that I would force you to forget everything, except me."

Sora's eyes widened. He had been spied on. Guess those unsettling feelings of being stalked weren't as imagined as he had presumed them to be. Knowing this, something still didn't connect right in his mind…

"Wait… If you moved here just a few days ago, then how did you find out about my father so quickly?"

Riku sucked his teeth, obviously tickled by the younger boy's ignorance.

"Really, Sora?" he asked, feigning incredulity. "In a town this size it doesn't require much time for rumors or gossip to spiral uncontrollably. And besides, your father—though not famous—was very popular among the good-hearted citizens in this backwater town of yours."

Sora listened intently as Riku explained all of this with mere simplicity as if the information was not worth elucidation. He began removing his shirt and Sora's as the latter struggled beneath his weight; for a lean body he was rather heavier than he appeared. The pants were just as easy to discard onto the floor beside the bed, until two naked figures displayed their near perfection of impeccable skin and physique.

"But let us save the chatter for our next meeting, shall we? It's time I give you what I came for."

Riku extracted a yelp from Sora as he pulled on the brunette's hair, forcing his neck back in order to create a path of mischievous licks that exchanged for pecking kisses that scorched his skin. An erected nipple agonized beneath the merciless pinching and yanking between lithe fingers, another being drowned in saliva as Riku's alluring tongue gyrated around the little pink flesh. He actually was not one for foreplay, but if he wanted anything from the younger boy—a pleasurable experience—then he would have to first stimulate his innocent body so it could satisfy his necessities.

Sora arched his back in what seemed like a sore position as the elder boy traced the powerful muscle protruding from his maw along his slightly muscular stomach, a keen gasp fleeing as Riku immersed his tongue into his lovely umbilicus that shot an electric charge to the sweet and yearning genitals lying impatiently in the nether regions.

"Oh my," cooed Riku as he noticed Sora's erected member that nearly prodded his stomach. "We don't want to keep it waiting any longer, now do we? It would be an injustice to both of us."

He smirked as he roughly grasped Sora's pulsing member, yanking on it so hard it felt like he wanted to rip it out. He chuckled maliciously at Sora's agonized scream, hushing the young boy as he alleviated the pain with a smooth, but firm massage, reaching for the round sacks concealed in a frightened state behind it to relieve those as well. The mixture of pure anguish, confusion, and euphoria were ruthless against his senses, intolerable.

"Please… stop," he implored between breaths, sobbing miserably.

Why is this happening to me again? What have I done? Why me?

"Don't worry. This won't be long," Riku reassured. As an afterthought he leaned in close to Sora's ear and whispered, "This time."

Before he could react, Sora felt himself being elevated onto Riku's lap, his still constricted arms embracing his neck. One minute it was relaxing, but the next one granted discomfort as he experienced Riku's taut and pounding member pierce his insides, each violent thrust that smacked against their skins extracting another harsh yell from Sora. In a short and futile attempt at revenge, he leisurely scratched his nails as far along Riku's back as the leather belt would permit, a strained grunt escaping from him. However, this sound was not just signifying pain but carnal ecstasy. Yes, Riku is known by a certain few for his sadistic and masochistic propensities.

As Sora predicted, the seme's thrusts grew to be more violent in rejoinder, each one amplifying in its ferocity until Sora floated on the border of consciousness and completely blacking out. But Riku had no intention of releasing the brunette that benignly. No, he wanted to have a bit of fun, some entertainment before it finished. It isn't as enthralling if the victim is out cold.

"Sora, I'm home! Hey, are you listening to me? Sora?"

"Uh oh! Looks like Mommy is home. Whatever shall we do?" he asked mirthfully. He knew Sora would rather die than have his mother witness this horrid scene. Riku could visualize it transpiring in his mind's eye as if it were already going down, the thought revitalizing his gradually depleted vigor. After all, it was so entertaining when others were watching the show.

Riku embraced his sex partner tighter, practically squeezing the life out of him, and whispered lecherously, "What do think, Sora? Should we give her a sight she'll never forget? Her beloved husband is dead, rotting six feet beneath the ground for maggots to infest his every orifice. She is a cheating slut, and now she'll come to discover that her only son is really a licentious fag. I wasn't surprised to hear that she's kind of a homophobe, a beautiful woman such as herself. Even in beauty there lurks an abhorrent wickedness therein. I wonder if she'll disown you from the family. Let's find out."

Sora shook his head vehemently, crystal-blue eyes wide and brilliant with tears of pleading. A part of Riku is willing to let the boy go as he licks away the salty, diaphanous liquid. Finger-crawling his way into Sora's soft, spiky hair he wrenches his head back, smothering their semen that had exploded on each other's body on the smooth arc of his neck, observing in joy the manner in which Sora's Adam's apple bobs as he swallows anxiously and laps the natural substance clean from his tender flesh.

To finish their playtime, he brusquely massages their obstinately erected members until they nearly shout as a fire blazes throughout their aching forms, cum finally spurting to soil their stomachs and chests respectively. The rhythm of approaching footsteps reverberates within the halls. Riku reluctantly releases Sora from his grasp, throwing him once again to a laying position. He then proceeds to get dressed promptly, not bothering to liberate the silent brunette from his binds. No, he has another plan where he is concerned.

Sora, entirely exhausted from the day's events, does not put forth effort in writhing to escape as Riku impassively drags him by the binds and into the bathroom, placing him into the bathtub carelessly as he turns the hot and cold water knobs to their full range. He rummages through the overhead medicine cabinet filled with expired prescription bottles, switching to the sink drawers instead. Once he found a pair of scissors, he walks over to the still half-conscious Sora and slashes a thin line on both his wrists, and one on his neck, setting the scissors in their final resting spot—Sora's right hand.

"Your heart belongs to me, Sora."

Those ominous words persistently echoed in Sora's ears even as Riku made his escape through the open window. He did not look back; there was no need. When he returned Sora would still be there, his presence tangible and hovering like a phantom. However, the same could not be said for his sanity. Riku could not resist the strong desire to smile.

The gears are finally in motion.