Droplets of inky acqua twirled like ballerina's on the layered roof of the mansion, glorious blasts of lightning crashing into the woods around, illuminating the buildings ghoulish sillhouete. With rolling thunder charging across the veiled heavens, the house reverbrated with terrifying howls, no corner spared from the fury of the storms scream. The black water swirled around the besieged home as the residents turned in their beds, afraid of the fury of the night. A boy with hair like the most breathtaking dawn had managed to fall into a tentative slumber amid the storm, his lover there by him, Sora having fell asleep before the storm even started. Roxas' lips moved against his will, his eyes screwing up and relaxing in turn as he twitched and fumbled at every strike of the electrified bolts. His mind was however far away, enduring a very different means of torture. Roxas dreamed, and his dreams were rarely heartwarming.

He saw himself as floating impassively above the town graveyard. He imagined himself as one of the cememtaries feared wraiths, his ghastly levitation reminding him of the nightmares of his youth. He saw himself glide over to a blackened, soot covered tombstone. He rana pale, spectral hand along the worn stone, wiping away soem of the dark dirt. He began reading the details of who lay at peace within. His eyes gazed with a sleepy dread as he came to the name.

"Sora Osment, let his joy make heaven a shade brighter too."

Roxas didn't cry as he read those words, for he saw another stone beside this one, less grand but clearly built with just as much love and care. It was however eroded by time and nature, vines of sickly green thorns bit deep into the decaying rock. He tore aside the plant to learn the resident cadavers name.

"Roxas McCartney, his bravery shines in the dark even now."

Roxas cried then,  for he knew he was now damned to wander this horrible place for eternity, always watching, always crying over the fate of himself and his true love. He collapsed to the floor, his ghostly body fading as he weeped before his own and Sora's graves. Time passed and the night grew no older, his fears of eternity escalating with every minute of sorrow. Then he stopped, for he heard a sound of grinding stone break through the cold misty silence of the necropolis. He rose back into the air, his vision clearing the tears from his view as he saw a solemn figure closing the crenulated and archaic gates of the dead-city. The newcomer wore clothes of mourning, his noir attire blended him into the foggy darkness of the never ending midnight. The figure approached the two graves that the haunting Roxas had just been broken before. He pulled up by the stone edifeces of the the two boys and reached out a hand, stroking the stones where Roxas had removed soot or vines. The person looked up from behind the hood he wore, and he looked straight, unkowingly at Roxas floating above him. Roxas choked and fell back as he saw the persons eyes. His mind filled with the hatred in those crimson orbs of blood red crystal. The tears tipping those wrathfull eyes fell to the ground and burnt the roots and dead grass like acid. The boy looked back to the gravestones, his hand again stroking them. Then another stepped up beside him. This one dressed in one coat that Roxas would never forget. The hooded leather attire of the Organisation looked rude and alien in this place of death. the boy turned briefly to the other, then returned to staring sadly at the twin memories.

"You did well to get rid of them, they held you back my boy," Roxas cried out in silence as he stared at his former master. Xemnas removed his hood and smirked as the red-eyed teen whimpered in mind-crushing sorrow. The Superior placed a gloved hand on the adolescants shoulder and pulled him around, pulling him closer and bringinf their faces intimatetly near," would you rather they were still here to hold you back, they were fools who denied you the chance to serve me." The boy screamed, his guilt bursting from his black heart in a wave as he tore away from the Nobody.

"No!!!!! I loved them, I didn't mean to kill them! It wasn't my fault!"

"You held Sora under as he bathed in that blackened water, it was his blood you washed from your hands in that same bath. You left Roxas with the other Heartless, neigh you were the one who summoned those dark warriors. You are the murderer, and such a wonderfuly effective one at that! I would never have got so many of those who betrayed me in this very graveyard without you, Dante."

"No! I didn't want to!"

"Then why?"

"You didn't give me a choice, you'd take everything from me if I didn't do what you asked..."

"And yet even though you have obeyed me, you have lost everything."

"What?"

"You never had a heart for me to steal, and you have destroyed everything that made life worth it all for you, you killed them all in cold blood and even enjoyed a few of them towards the end!"

"But... you... tricked me?"

"You were such a malleable, simple tool back then, a few compliments here, a touch there and you were my willing plaything!" The boy backed away from the triumphant megalomaniac in distress, his heart bleeding as he realised what he had done.

"I would never hurt them! I would never kill Sora or Roxas or any of my friends! You liar, I didn't do it! Stop filling my head with guilt! you took them from me!!" The Heartless boy attacked the older man, his black wings spouting as he tore at the other with loathing. Xemnas simply laughed and clicked his fingers, bindings of nothingness constricting the teen. He then reached forward and forced his lips onto the boys, his tongue pushing through his teeth. Dante screamed helplessly as his last refuge, that fact that he had always been loyal in body to his other halfs, was taken from him by the very man who had used him. Roxas was on Xemnas' back, his incorporeal body uselessly passing through both of the living combatants. He screamed as Xemnas forced his hand inside Dante's jeans and wailed as his heartless was raped.

Roxas' eyes jumped open as the nightmare climaxed, his arms and legs flailing as he tried to scream. He then stopped as he found his mouth covered with the sweet, chocolatey warmth of Sora's lips. He let his shoulders relax and he uncoiled his tense muscles, allowing Sora entrance as he realised he must've been hyper-ventilating.

"I didn't have a bag to stop you, so I guessed this would work too, what was going on?"

"Don'ver let go!" Roxas squeezed his angel tight, Sora giggling then closing his eyes and stroking the blondes head," it was horrible!" Roxas then described as best he could what happened in his terrible dream.

"Dante would never do that, and he's no idiot."

"I thought so too, but it felt so real and cruel that I couldn't use reason!"

"He really wouldn't be that stupid... he got straight A's in his first ever tests!"

"Sora I think this goes beyond intellect..."

"I know, but I'll never question his loyalty and kindness. Sure his heart is dark, but he is one of us now, everyone thinks him a good friend, and we love him don't we?"

"Of course Sora... I love him just as much as I love you... I cherish you both so much, you make me feel happy and he makes me feel safe and strong... Mind you, where is Dante? Is he sleeping over at Zexions house tonight?"

"No I'm certain he's in his room."

"Let's go check." The duo left the bedroom still just in their underwear and creeped across the baclony overlooking the front hall to Dante's door. They giggled as they silently slid the door open and went into the gllomy room. The stained glass windows were a deep blue against the moons light that now shone in the cleared sky. The gothic bedpost and walls glowed violet, the purple candles surrounding the bed about half way burnt. Dante lay with nothing but the crimson silk sheets coverning his crotch as he lay looking as though he had collapsed unconsious into bed. Roxas and Sora snuck up on both sides of the mattress and slowly crawled on beside him. His eyes were open in a moment. The bloody glow that shone from them fell on the two boys in turn. He smiled, knowing that the dream he had endured alongside Roxas was nothing more than cruel fantasy.

"You came back from that dark event horizon. I feared I was more sinned against than a sinner and that I will ever act more in sorrow than in anger."

"We never left you Dante!" replied the brunette as he cuddled up against the heartless.

"I understand now then that I need not make virtue of necessity, and I shall ever dnace attendance upon you my dear hearts. I lived before in a fools paradise, and it is a foregone conclusion that as good luck my have it, I am not what I am in such irreverand hopes."

"Huh?"

"I think he's saying that he's not that evil..."

"That is the truth of it, though it is all one to me, and to give the devil his due, I do love thee as the morning flower does love the touch of the rising sun and the sleeping dove does enjoy the company of it's life-long love, and in one fell swoop I would cast aside anything that would ever threaten my loyalty to the two of you, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate to you and would let you beguile me of my tears, that you should love me for any reason save my past and shelter me as I strive to repay my debts."

"You have such a way with words deer italiano" the Nobody sighed in appreciation of this warming talk, his hands and Dante's clasped together as Sora hugged the Heartless from behind.

"Ah but when I didst first meet you my very good and noble lovers, twas strange, twas passing strange, was pitiful, twas wondrous pitiful that you should go beyond my dangers and find sweet tender love within me, for no witchraft did I use, nor charms you set upon me. We are true and free unto one another."

"I'm tired..."

"Sora you have to kill a moment don't you!?"

"Yeah I was actually trying really hard there, I had to string that together on the spot!"

"And a good job you did too, though clearly such eloquence passes over the head of darling Sora-kun here. Surely you have a tongue in your head for more high register speech?"

"Can we just go to sleep together now, I'll appreciate the poetry when I can hold my eyes open for more than 3 seconds!"

"Awww you must be exhausted from the storm and coming to me, here, I'll cradle you." Sora crept into Dante's arms, snuggling into the warmth of his beating chest. Roxas then reached around the brunette and held him too. The three fell asleep then, Dante last as he stared with euphoria at his lovers. They slumbered with the lunar rays still falling on their young bodies entwined on the blood tinted sheets.