He was pinned against the wall. He struggled, but the Superior's arms, pressing his wrists to the wall, were simply too strong for him.

"Xemnas... what are you doing?!" the one being forced into submission snarled.

"Shut up, Saix." said the platinum-haired Superior tersely.

"Xemnas, I don't want to-" Saix had began, but his words were cut by a gasp as he felt Number I's tongue run along his ear, from pointed tip to bottom, where he had paused to toy for a moment with the silver earring.

Xemnas' eyes narrowed evilly as he continued his path to the Lunar Diviner's jawline, then his neck, nipping softly at the vulnerable skin.

Saix continued his protests – he still couldn't believe it was happening. He had just been here, minding his own business in a quiet emotionless state, as always, when the Superior had come and simply attacked him. He didn't like a number of things about this – it was assault, after all. And he was being forced to be submissive! It was unthinkable. Xemnas was Number I, but Saix wouldn't give in.

Xemnas had reached his destination. His look became ravenous, almost demon-like as he gave Saix a malicious grin. He took the zipper of Saix' black cloak in his teeth, feeling the cold, sweet metal on his tongue before he unzipped the garment halfway with his teeth.

Saix gasped once more. It was becoming harder and harder to protest against the war being declared on his skin by the Superior's lips.

Having thoroughly tasted the area of Saix' exposed chest, Xemnas took the zipper between his teeth again and placed his hands firmly on the other's hips. He began to unzip it completely, -

"Saix, you lazy bastard. Wake up." said an annoyed voice somewhere in the void as the dream began to swirl and fade away.

Slowly, Saix blinked his eyes open.

"Huh..?" he mumbled, trying to focus at the cloaked form in front of him. The image of Xemnas, arms crossed and leering, came into view, causing him to jump upright on the couch as if set on fire, chest heaving.

It was just a dream, He thought. Just a dream.

"X-x-xemnas. O-oh. Hi." he stuttered, a stupid grin on his face.

Xemnas raised an eyebrow, surveying his subordinate.

"What is your problem, VII? You're acting rather out of character."

"It's nothing! What are you doing here, sir?"

Xemnas tapped his foot impatiently. Obviously Saix was acting very oblivious now.

"For your dull information, Saix, there was a meeting here, half an hour ago. You fell asleep on the couch during my speech." The last words he said showed his blatant resentment towards Saix for drifting off like that.

'Oh... I'm sorry." Saix mumbled. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier, then?"

Xemnas was scowling now.

"You can't be sorry, you don't have feelings. And I figured I'd let you sleep. You've been falling asleep anywhere and everywhere lately; it'd be good if you caught up on it. Even Nobodies need sleep, you know."

Saix looked at the floor. He hadn't been able to sleep for a long time, it was true. At night, he would lie awake for hours, not wanting to fall asleep so he wouldn't dream about Xemnas. Saix wasn't sure whether to classify these nighttime visions as dreams, or nightmares. They accounted well to both; he was ashamed to admit to himself. He hadn't slept during the night for weeks now; dark circles were growing under his eyes. The only time he gained some sleep was during the day, in small snippets, at times such as during meetings, or listening to the rants and complaints of other members.

"Well, get out of here." snapped Xemnas irritably.

Saix scrambled to his feet and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Once he was a safe distance away, he groaned and put his face in his hands. Why, why was he having all these disturbing dreams about the Superior all of a sudden? It was maddening.

He made his way slowly though the castle, teleporting away every time he saw another face of the Organization XIII. He didn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment, especially not the more annoying low-rankers like Demyx and Axel (Who by the looks of it, were planning another prank judging by the whispering, laughing, and general trying-to-stay-hidden air around them).

Saix finally reached his destination. The basement of the Castle That Never Was, a series of very dark rooms and hallways, with no tall windows filled with moonlight to light the walls. He continued towards a heavy metal door at the end of a dark corridor. Pressing a pulsing red button on the wall, the door slid open and allowed him into the Organization XIII's laboratory.

The Chilly Academic, and the laboratory's near-permanent resident, Vexen, was of course there. His long blond hair sweeping about, the scientist bustled around the lab, collecting papers from countertops. He turned around sharply when he saw the Lunar Diviner enter.

"Saix." he stated, slightly surprised. "What brings you here?"

Vexen had a hard time pretending he didn't know why the man was here. Of course, he had an obvious case of recurring dreams. The circles under his eyes, lost look, and falling asleep at the meeting were symptoms enough for the intelligent researcher.

Saix sighed and leaned on the operating table in the center of the room, head still in his hands.

"I can't sleep lately. At all. Its insomnia, I think." he mumbled. "What would you recommend?"

"Oh, the usual." Vexen smirked. "Maybe a sleeping pill or two, and if that doesn't work, why not count sheep?"

"Oh, ha-ha humorous." grumbled Saix. More dry humour, great, exactly what he needed at the moment.

"So, do you want the pills?"

"Okay, I guess I'll try them." he sighed.

Vexen moved over to one of the surgically white cabinets and began to rummage around the shelves, reading the diminutive labels on medicine bottles.

"Here we are." he said, coming over with a small plastic bottle full of white pills, and handing them to Saix.

"One should be enough."

"Thanks. I'll try them, and oh…"

"Hmmm?" mumbled the Chilly Academic, turning his head.

"I don't know if you've researched it before… but do you know what it could mean if dreams keep recurring?"

Vexen stared at Saix for a moment, and then returned to his test tubes full of colorful liquid, sitting on a clean white rack.

"Could mean a lot of things."

He raised a test tube full of a bright red substance to his eyes, staring deep into the fiery depths of the tube before jotting down a couple of messy words on a pad of paper.

"It could mean that you are afraid of something. It could mean you want something. And there is a certain probability of them becoming true."

Vexen chuckled slightly to himself, slotting the small glass cylinder back into its place.

"But I wouldn't worry about the first one, considering we can't feel. The second might be true. We can still want, just like I want a set of new scalpels to replace this old muck I have to work with." he glared at his tools as if daring them to talk back.

"Okay. Thanks." Said Saix in the calmest voice he could muster with his insides writhing like snakes. Stepping out of the room, he noticed Vexen had returned to the vials, and then furthermore, he noticed that the academic had neglected to explain the 'certain probability of them becoming true'.

First chapter. .o

This is really going nowhere.. D;