It was late, 2 am to be exact, and Riku couln't sleep. No particular reason why, only that every so often he had bouts of insomnia and his mind would not stop working. He sighed and changed posistions being careful not to disturb is sleeping partner. Sora had fallen asleep hours ago. He had always had that uncanny ability to knock out as soon as his head hit the pillow- except when sex was expected ofcourse. Riku gazed loveingly at the dreaming Keyblade Master. He gently brushed away a piece of that oh-so-soft-and-crazy brunett hair which had fallen into Sora's face. Such an angel when he slept! It never ceased to amaze him how different and yet so perfect together they were. It was as if they completed each other.
Sora was naieve and trusting, always seeking the good in people. That quality sometimes ment he got hurt but Sora didn't seem to mind. As for Riku, he was a bit wiser and more cautious in this area. How ever, after all that had happened in their adventures he needed more than anything to be trusted. He so admired that part of Sora's nature. It was that quality that had kept Sora searching for him...
Physically, Sora loved to give gentle affection. Weather it was just holding hands down the streets of Destiny Island for all to see, or the most sensual act in the bedroom (chair, couch, table, floor...), Sora was always showing his special kind love. This was the most adoreable thing to Riku. He loved nothing more than the look on Sora's face during one of his glomps, or the feel of their lips together in a tender kiss. Riku was the rough one. He was apt to wrastle poor Sora unexpectedly then throw him on the bed and well, things progressed from there. This was all very well with Sora becuase it kept things exciting, even if it was a bit painfull at times.
Emotionally, Sora was the stable one. Everything he felt, every emotion, stemmed from one central source: his care of others. If he was angry, you could bet it was becuase a loved one was wronged. If he was sad, one of his friends was hurting. And when he was happy! He shared it with the world. He wore his emotion on his sleeve. The one who keept things bottled up inside was Riku. He sometimes didn't know what to feel so he tried to feel nothing. That gave Riku a strong front. It also meant that Sora had a sholder to cry on, a safe place to land. Sora felt protected, and Riku was more than happy to be his protector
Riku yawned and snapped out of his reveree. Could he possibly, finally, be tired! He smiled and gave Sora a gentle kiss...his silver hair mixing with Sora's brown. Yeah, he decided, they fit together alright, like peanutbutter and jelly, steak and potatoes, chocolate and strawberries (shit...now he was hungry).