Riku has been tortured by Ansem and now by the one he thought he loved most. Is there anyone out there who doesn't just want his body?? Could someone really want him for his heart instead of his looks?? Ansem/Riku (mentioned), Sora/Riku, ?/Riku, Rape, Angst, Romance. Yeah and Sora bastardization! Okay ignore what I said last chapter there is no hope for Sora unless I make him drunk or possessed and I'm not really in the mood to do that.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Characters used in this story so don't sue me!!! See I said that I don't own it! You can't sue me! Yeah no suing! Anyway someday I will force Sakura to make plushies of Sora and Riku for me but that doesn't really count.

All flames go to Sakura and Taku so that way they have some heat in their house seeing as Sakura refuses to be touched and they are currently not... AHEM... doing anything at the moment. Poor Taku!

Tears: Hey! What about me! I don't get any action either!

Anyway on with the fic please enjoy!

Tears: Grrr...

Aishiteru mo!

The Meaninglessness of Words

Pushing in. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Faster. Harder.

The yellow eyes of the one who had claimed him so many times were the only things visible in the darkness as they gleamed with unyielding lust. Though he couldn't see anything aside from those piercing eyes he could tell what the man looked like. The image of his tall, muscular, tan form, silver strands cascading down his back was forever imprinted in his memory. But who could forget someone who taunted you so much? Who could forget someone who caused that much pain? Been the source of so much loathing?

Pushing in. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Faster. Harder.

It never stopped, no the darkness was forever. He was forever, never halting, never ceasing in his onslaught of violation. He could sense your every fear, every desire, he turned your most trusted abilities into your greatest insecurities. He was the house at a Casino, and the house always won.

Pushing in. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Faster. Harder.

A million hands roamed over his body prodding, pinching, and pulling. He tried to scream but the darkness drowned his voice choking him on its chalky existence. Suddenly everything stopped being and he was floating there but the darkness still wouldn't allow him to escape, he still caught glimpses of those yellow orbs out of the corner of his eye. But now blue ones took their place seeming so caring so full of long forgotten feelings. Things saved only for those you gave your soul to, your whole being. But they soon turned harsh all rays of compassion quickly evaporating under the veil of lust that had been present in the other eyes. They were so similar to the others that he swore he saw a flicker of yellow creep into them. The viscous cycle continued again; pushing in. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Faster. Harder.

Riku bolted up in bed. He was alone again and he allowed himself to hit the mattress trying to calm his breathing, sweat clinging in sheets to his skin. Memories of the night before and nights long before that flooded his mind. The images refused to leave him and he was forced to try and get on with the day. But how could he? The one person he had trusted, the one person he had wanted to be happy, lied to him, violated him, and left him shattered, broken; with no pieces left to even try to put back together.

He was in a definition death itself not really there but present in every day life; watching, hoping, but without a chance. He didn't know what to do, what could he do? Should he just wait for Sora to come back for more or his sickening pleasure? Should he talk to someone about it? Neither of these options seemed appealing and he was in no condition to try and start anew in a new place. He sat in bed trying to contemplate what to do, but his muddled mind only told him to get as far away from the pain as possible. To escape before he was hurt again, and so he began to pack whatever he had common sense enough to realize he needed.