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* i *

One time, Riku had told Sora that Sora didn’t know his own body that well. Sora never knew what his best friend meant by that, but when he was walking in the hot summer day in the little island, Sora felt something strange.

It was an itch of some sort, but not really.

It made his body shudder and he figured, maybe his skin was being sensitive today and the sands were the cause of it all.

He wasn’t sure if scratching was going to work, but he gave it a shot. He started scratching his hair, which irritated him even more, and then his neck, his shoulders, his stomach and then, out of frustration, he stopped.

“This is stupid,” Sora muttered, shaking his head. He stripped most of his clothes off and jumped into the waters.

He let out a long, deep sigh of relief.

He felt so much better.

* ii *

As always, Riku and Sora were hanging out in the little island. Sora wasn’t sure how he was going to bring up the strange issue or whether he should bring it up at all.

“Is there something wrong?” Riku asked, cocking his head to the side.

Sora scratched the back of his neck and muttered, “I think there’s something off with my body. Maybe you were right.”

“Huh?” Riku inquired, his eyes narrowing. “I was referring to your body’s limits. Did something else happen? Did you turn into a Heartless or something?”

Sora let out a nervous laugh. “No! Not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“Just… an itch.”

Riku snickered. “You’re overreacting over an itch? That’s hilarious, Sora.”

Sora flushed and shook his head. “No, it’s not an itch-- I dunno what the hell it is, but when I went for a swim, it was gone.”

“There ya go, problem solved.”

“I guess so.”

* iii *

He had another one of those strange dreams again.

It always started out with Sora reaching out for something and then he’d see hands pulling him into an embrace and then lips, soft, soft lips pressing against his own.

He’d look up, to see the owner of those lips, but after that he would be pushed away and away, falling into the darkness and back into the nothingness.

And then, he’d wake up and always try to forget it by doing his routines: going to school, hanging out with Riku and Kairi and basically getting used to his old, boring life.

Unfortunately, by the end of the day, before he went to sleep, he’d remember the dreams again, and then he’d close his eyes and fall into the same cycle.

Over, and over.

But someday, he would break the cycle.

He just needed to stay awake and he’d never have those dreams again.

* iv *

It was night and it was time for Sora to go to sleep.

He turned off the lights of his room and at that moment, he felt and knew that he was not quite alone.

His body began to shudder again and that itch, that strange, tingling feeling was back.

He knew scratching himself wouldn’t work. He slid down against the wall, pulled his legs up to himself and wrapped his arms around them.

And then, he felt his clothes-- his pants-- brush enticingly against his length.

At last, he realized what it was and what was happening. He pulled his pants down and clasped his aching length with his hand.

He began to stroke himself and then he did it again, and again, moving his hand up and then down, panting for his breath. As he reached his climax, he whispered one word, one name:

“Roxas.”

* v *

Sora knew that he was dreaming.

Sora knew the owner of those strong arms and those soft lips.

“Roxas!” he called out, resisting the urge to stomp about because he knew that this was just a dream, that this wasn’t reality, that none of this was real-- except the feelings he felt: confusion, frustration and lust.

In the nothingness, Roxas appeared, not in his street clothes, but in the clothes of the Organization.

Strangely enough, it struck him that--

Roxas was smart and cunning and beautiful like this.

But why did he have thoughts like that? What was going on?

“Why are you doing this?” Sora finally asked.

Silence.

Roxas began to run towards him. Sora didn’t know what to expect and then Roxas had pinned him down, ripping at his clothes until Sora was completely and utterly open, naked and vulnerable to him.

Roxas pulled him into a harsh kiss and claimed him at last.

Like the previous dreams, Sora never tried to resist him.

Why would he?

* vi *

Sora gasped as he suddenly sat up on his bed.

A dream…

Everything-- the itch, his talk with Riku, his confrontation with Roxas and Roxas making him his-- all of that was part of a long, terrible dream.

“Man, I’m really losing track of things,” Sora muttered to himself, shaking his head. Was his life that boring now? To the point that he could no longer tell which was the dream and which was reality?

Well, he could always ask Riku whether they had that talk about the dreaded itch. Why did he think that it was part of a dream? Was it because it all related to what was happening to him?

“Sheesh, I really need to snap out of this.” Sora sighed and stood up. His bed sheets were wet. He knew what that meant.

He groaned and pulled them off his bed. Stupid dreams. Stupid feelings.

Stupid Roxas.

* vii *

Sora had taken a brief shower and had just finished putting on new clothes and changing his bed sheets. He was standing by the windowsill now, looking outside with a worried look on his usually cheerful face.

Roxas smirked and oh, he wished Sora could see him like this, with his ghostly arms around Sora’s waist, his chin resting on the crook of Sora’s shoulder. Sora couldn’t exactly see him or even feel his presence, but he could definitely feel what Roxas was doing to him.

It was all too easy, Roxas thought, to play with Sora in his dreams and play with him even in the real world like this, blurring the boundaries between fantasy and reality and dreams and memories. It almost made him feel alive.

And now, a familiar figure was passing by Sora’s house. Sora, being Sora, waved at his best friend and called out, “Hey Riku!”

Riku stopped and waved back. “Hey Sora! Wanna go to the beach with me?”

“Sure!” Sora answered with his childish grin. “I’ll be with you in a moment.” Sora turned around and walked through Roxas, like the ghost he was and after putting his shoes on, he practically dashed out of the room.

Roxas was left alone, but he would definitely catch up with Sora later. He was looking down, where Riku was.

Riku was gazing at him thoughtfully. It was as though--

“Keep your hands off him,” Riku said icily, his eyes hard and penetrating. How was Riku able to see him? Was it because they were of the same nature, neither being light or dark, just in between?

Roxas held up his hand and stuck out his middle finger. “Too late.”

Roxas allowed himself to vanish, returning to his gracious host, where he was safe and secure from Riku’s impending wrath.

* fin *

A/n: /snickers/ I think this is one of my favorite Roxas/Sora drabbles. I absolutely adore dark fanfics on those two. And I adore ebil!Roxas even more. Om nom nom. <3

I wrote this in a drabble-esque style because I don’t have much time to write for longer fanfics in the first place. This is just so much more convenient for me. :D

So if you like what you read, please review? If you want more Roxas/Sora stories, please review? And if you think this needs improvement, please review.