His hair, his eyes, his lips… everything on the boy was perfect. He was perfect, down from his toes, to his slightly sculpted body, to his beautiful lingering cerulean eyes. The other keyblade wielder smiled in appreciation at his slightly younger lover, sleeping with a peaceful expression on his features and sighed knowing how far over his head he was going. He took in that expanse of smooth tan skin, and sighed for the second time. The kid really had a way of getting to people. When Riku thought of all Sora did to get him back, all he went through, it made his heart clench in guilt for being responsible for putting him through that pain… and nearly sheer giddiness at the thought that this boy would go through such great lengths for him. After all the unspeakably horrifying things he saw in the realm of darkness, Riku clung to the thought of light and happiness associated with all things Sora. It was what he now knew had to be his love that pulled him through that darkness… and brought him back to the realm of light (or at least somewhat close to it. Every time the boy looked at him with those shining blue eyes, Riku felt as if he wanted to cry in both joy and despair because he knew he was in too deep. He wasn't sure he would be able to survive without Sora's love and acceptance. He made Riku feel as though… If someone he had wronged so terribly could find it in his heart to forgive him, then… he could forgive himself. He ran a hand through soft chocolate tresses, and once a sigh and moan escaped from those lips, Riku knew he had to accept the undeniable truth… he had fallen in love so hard that he just couldn't, wouldn't get up. Eyelashes fluttered open and looked at him dreamily.
"Hey Riku…" Sora said in a dreamy voice.
Riku smiled and Sora smiled back with a magnifying brightness. He ran a hand up and down one arm and held Sora's body to him. He rested his head on baby soft chocolate tresses and exhaled. He put a hand on Sora's chin and made him look at him. He kissed those incredible pouty lips and felt his head reel. The boy couldn't possibly even begin to understand how addicting he was. This immense love for Sora was like Riku's drug. It took hold of his body and mind in a vice-like grip, and knew this love on the border line of obsession couldn't possibly be good for him. And he decided that he didn't care. Riku planned to thoroughly drown in this obsession with cerulean eyes and chocolate brown hair for as long as he could.