Disclaimer: You people are all smart enough to know that I don't and never will own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters of/or associated with it, right? Good. So I'm going to stop wasting space by putting Disclaimers at the top of my chapters.

The places in bold text are Sora's Nightmare, usually I would have put it in italics, but Italics are hard to read sometimes and I'm finding them hard to type with today.

Sora sighed lightly, relishing his lover's gentle touch as it grazed over his back and down to his hips, lingering there for a moment, and then traveled back up again to his chin. Tilting Sora's chin up towards him, his lover bending to close the distance between them, pulling the brunette boy into a deep kiss as he drew the small boy onto his lap, their skin brushing together as both were shirtless. The boy sighed again; this was how the dream always started, nice and relaxed with Riku kissing him, holding him, mumbling sweet nothings in his ear as his hands traveled freely over Sora's back tracing patterns there, causing the boy to shiver in delight at the feeling. Sora's arms were around his lover's neck, allowing Riku to do whatever he liked as they sat together Sora on Riku's lap happily, in a room that was not quite Sora's and not quite Riku's.

Tsura sat, watching her adopted son as he lay in bed, sound asleep and completely oblivious to her presence there. Every night, she sat there beside him until the early hours of morning, when she would slip out and back down the hall to her own room so she wouldn't be caught. As she watched, she knew that at some point, her son's gentle twitches, sighs and smiles would become thrashes, gasping whimpers and screams before long. Riku had told her earlier, over the phone after Sora had gone to sleep, what had occurred in his room that morning. She'd already known about the dreams, the nightmares that her son was having, how could she not? For one thing, she'd raised him from before he was two, and for another she always heard his desperate cries of Riku's name in the middle of the night-thus why she was sitting beside him all night- she knew her son had been having the nightmares for months, but just recently they'd gotten much worse.

As Riku started to move down Sora's jaw, the boy shivered, shifting against his lover into a more comfortable position for what was happening. He knew the end of this was coming soon, the sweetness that made it the perfect dream always faded as Riku began working down Sora's neck. The brunette boy shivered again as the dream-Riku continued down, licking, nibbling, and kissing as he worked his way to Sora's shoulder. The boy's lover paused on his collar bone, biting the soft skin between the neck and the bone lightly, looking down at Sora adoringly as the scene began to shift without Sora wanting it to. Desperately, though he knew it would happen anyway, Sora attempted to hold onto the Riku on the bed, the one that looked at him so lovingly. Sora turned wrapping his arms around that Riku's neck, only to have the other shift away and move through his arms like a ghost.

Looking up from her son who'd started to toss, she caught the eyes of the boy sitting across from her on the other side of Sora's bed. She'd invited him over –secretly though because she knew that his demon of a mother would definitely not approve of his being in Sora's room so late at night– to watch Sora in his full dream state, to see what the boy went through every night. Riku had agreed almost before she'd finished the question and so here they sat, watching the small brunette boy as he began to toss.

As the Riku on the bed faded, Sora fell backward, his feet flipping over his head to come to stand on a dark platform. Sora looked around, trying to find Riku because he knew that soon, the silver haired boy would be there.

'R-Riku? Where are you? Riku?' the boy called anxiously, though fearfully because he knew what would happen when Riku came to him. The boy took a few steps forward, still calling out Riku's name-though he really didn't want to be- his cries getting more frantic every time he called, though not from fear that he would never find the other, from the fear that he would. He knew by now what happened in the dream and he just wanted to go back to the beginning. Back when it was just a sweet dream.

'Riku!' he shouted for the last time as he felt a brush against his back, the brush was none too light more like someone was pushing past him than anything, and Sora turned. At least, he tried to turn; he didn't succeed because he was stopped by a pair of strong hands on his shoulders. The boy let out a light squeak of pain as the grip on his shoulders tightened. Said hands shoved him forward towards rapidly appearing yellow eyes and moving shadows below an invisible cliff.

Riku and Tsura continued to watch as Sora called Riku's name out, then began to twitch and jerk about in the bed. The brunette woman looked up as she heard Riku exhale from across the bed. She raised an eyebrow, questioning him.

"This is what he was doing in my room this morning…" the silverette stated quietly as he continued to watch Sora on the bed, obviously resisting the urge to reach out and still the boy's movements. "It must be a horrible dream he's having…he was so sure something was going to happen. That I would leave him…" Riku said with another sigh, gently clutching his burnt forearm as he watched his boyfriend sleep.

The small brunette boy tried to resist the hands, but they kept pushing him closer and closer to the shadows. Sora began to jerk himself around wildly, trying to escape his captor's grasp. He tried to pull away, clawed at his captor's hands and dug his feet into whatever ground was beneath them, all to no avail, they kept moving forward.

"Look." The boy's captor growled in his ear, forcing Sora's head roughly -which he'd turned away- to look down over the cliff. To see Riku, his Riku-the one that had been on the bed with him at the beginning- being attacked and consumed by the small yellow eyed Shadow's. Sora attempted to look away again, but his face was held firmly in place by the figure behind him. He could feel the figure's hands move from his face once the Riku below had completely disappeared, back to his shoulders and was finally able to turn his face away from the shadows below.

The boy squeezed his eyes shut, shivering out of fear as he felt the figure's arms wrap around his waist and squeeze him tightly, bringing it's mouth close to Sora's ear. "Don't worry, love. Its okay." it hissed in Riku's voice. Sora shivered again, trying to get himself out of this Riku's grasp but failing yet again. The boy mewled (though yet again it was in fear since the other had tightened his grip to a very painful degree) as he felt this Riku's tongue trace the shell of his ear and tears immediately sprung to his eyes. He didn't want this Riku; he wanted the Riku who'd been consumed by the shadows, he wanted his Riku.

"What's wrong, love?" Riku asked spinning Sora roughly to face him, a dark glare on his face. He took hold of Sora's chin, forcing the boy to look up at him, the tears now flowing freely down Sora's cheeks as the smaller of the two glared at the silver haired boy in front of him.

"Oh, I see now. You don't want me, do you?" he asked his voice like ice and his eyes even colder, he was still forcing Sora to look at him by holding the boy's chin tightly in his hand. However, that hand slowly moved downwards, clamping onto the brunette's neck, causing him to squeak lightly. "Do you want him, then? The one that was weak enough to allow his heart to be taken over by the shadows? The one who was taken by the Darkness?" Riku asked again, tightening his grip on Sora's throat again when the boy didn't reply. His hand kept tightening until the shorter brunette slowly nodded he hands up and around Riku's wrist, clawing at his hands, though he didn't loosen his grasp any, he stopped tightening it.

"Well, you know," he said in a matter-of-fact tone, bending and bringing his face close to the smaller boy's. "He is never, evercoming back. I'm in control now. I don't know how he ever loved you. Maybe it was just a pity relationship." The silver haired boy said, tracing Sora's jaw line with his finger, before bringing his hand back and slapping Sora, hard, causing the boy to recoil, gasping as the pent up sobs broke free since Riku had released him, the boy raised a hand to his cheek glaring at Riku as he retreated a few steps. Riku followed, seizing the boy's neck again, his grip tightening so much that Sora could hardly breathe and reached up to claw at Riku's hand again.

"I don't know why he loved you, because you disgust me, Sora. You honestly sicken me so much. I'll be glad to see you gone." He growled into Sora's face, saying his name as if it were some kind of nasty poison that needed to be spit out before it killed him. He backed Sora over to the edge of the cliff, lifting him by the neck and dangling him over the cliff, before squeezing his throat, hard, too hard, one more time and released him.

The brunette felt himself falling; the last thing he saw was Riku glaring down at him icily before walking off into a large purplish-black hole, the Shadows following close behind him.

Riku continued to watch as Sora slept, he was whimpering and Riku saw tears begin to fall down the sleeping boy's face. Again, he suppressed the urge to reach out and wipe away the tears, to wake the boy, to stop whatever was happening to him in his mind. Riku sighed, putting his chin in his hand as he continued to watch silently. The older boy looked up, at attention as Sora whimpered and began to claw at his throat like someone was gripping it. Then, just as Riku was about to touch Sora's arm, the boy jerked awake, sobbing so hard he could barely breathe.

"Sora?!" both he and Tsura cried at the same moment, reaching out to comfort the boy. Riku got to him first and tried to hug the boy, to calm him, but as soon as the brunette saw him, he moved away shaking his head and sobbing even harder. Riku immediately backed away from the boy, utterly confused as to why he would refuse his touch, but allowing him to anyway. The silver haired boy watched as Sora continued to sob into his pillow now as Tsura rubbed his back, murmuring comfort to her son in between humming what sounded like a lullaby. Again, Riku attempted to touch his small lover, but again the smaller boy shied away from his hand, burying his face farther into the pillow as Tsura continued to rub his back. She sent an apologetic look after Riku as the boy left the room to go home.

"Sorry…Riku…" she mumbled as he left, realizing that she shouldn't have invited him over for this.

There. That's Sora's nightmare! Huzzah! I'm sorry it took so long with this, I meant to have it up a few days ago…but I had to get things ready since semester two started on Monday…so yeah.

I hope you people are happy with this one. It took me awhile to come up with everything in Sora's dream…with the Other Riku in Sora's dream; I'm kinda going for the Ansem-possessed Riku who hates Sora…though I don't know if it worked…lemme know!

And thanks to those who reviewed and subscribed! You know who you are and I'm too lazy to go check who's new with the reviewing…sorry…

~Star