A/N: I literally do not know. Somehow this is a birthday request gone oh so horribly wrong. First game timeline, hi, haven't seen you in a while. Um. Read and review? It's fun?

Speak

Riku is quiet.

He's always been quiet. He's only ever spoken to break the silence, to set himself a little higher up, to break the monotone overcast storms that follow them everywhere lately.

It's almost like he never makes a sound.

But to Sora-who-looks-like-Sora-if-you-squint, Riku is the loudest one he knows. His mind is racing a mile a minute with Rikurikurikurikuriku. Riku is infiltrating him like a madness, infiltrating him like a disease. And taking any more of it is next to impossible.

Quote.

You aren't really Sora.

Unquote.

So Sora-who-isn't-really-Sora kisses him to break the silence, presses them together, hearts beating, hips rolling, hands tight and together under the stars the way it's supposed to be. It looks oh so pretty from far away until you come closer, blink a few times.

Reality kicks in.

It's anything but beautiful.

They both know this and shove it from their minds. They will not waste their time saying, without feeling, quote, well woe is me, unquote. This is nothing but animal lust, nothing but prime need, nothing but unapologetic wanting.

"Sora" kisses Riku to make him feel him too, because he speaks so much louder than they can together. And under the stormy sky and Sora's eyes aglow and Riku's eyes lowered, the silence permeates them, this room, the worlds.

Riku does not dare to break this silence even as "Sora" runs his hands over him. Even as "Sora" runs his tongue along Riku's neck and presses Riku against the wall and undoes his zippers. Riku does not dare break this silence and so "Sora" will not even ask is this how you want to go down, in front of me, the whole world watching? because he does not use his mouth to speak.

He just looks at Riku, the sorriest sight he knows, and claims him, because nobody else wants him, nobody else will take him.

It is part of the silence that holds them together.

And Riku just lets it happen because he wants it, maybe. He lets it happen to fill the silence, maybe.

He only stares at Sora-who-is-not-Sora, quietly.

As if to say, quote.

This is me.

Unquote.

Sora-who-is-not-really-Sora does not and will not respond because he is just not all here. He is a standin, and he knows it, though he will let it go unsaid.

Let it go unsaid along with everything else that should be said.

The silence is almost deafening, and Riku lets it go on, because he already knows there is no need to talk.

If he does, the spell is broken. If he does, there is no silence to fool them both.

There is just one big world of unanswered questions and confusion and complication, something they will not face yet.

Instead they will hide here and slowly unlearn how to talk.

Because they never really needed to in the first place.

One day the inevitable happens.

One day the hunger becomes too much.

And when the shadow-that-looks-like-Sora-if-you-squint knows it can be trusted, he does not resist the hands that claw at him, does not resist the pain, does not resist the hands reaching for him, breaking him to pieces, Riku speaks his last words.

Quote.

Goodbye my soul.

Unquote.

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