Author's Note: Short chappy, sorry guys. I appreciate everyone for reading this little story and I hope in the near future I'll have time to go back and make it even better.

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Chapter 4- He's Back

What's going on? A very surprised but happy Riku thought as a foreign tongue mashed inside his mouth.

Who cares? It's what you've wanted, kiss him back, stupid! His inner voice answered him, wanting a hand to be able to smack him. Without further delay, Riku obeyed.

The kiss was like no other he'd had before. On the outside it was as docile as a kitten, a quick peck among friends. But to Riku… Its intensity was that of Erebus, as hot breath mashed together as lips fought to touch anywhere- other lips, cheeks, ears, noses. It was a battle, a battle that Riku would end up losing, for what man can truly win a game he must stop playing?

The kiss did not last long enough for Riku. It was as if he saw into the future, saw all the things he'd dream of in that instant. He saw himself with Sora, content on just being together, not worrying about anything else just what they could do together, as one. Sora broke this glimpse into the future by pulling away. He stayed near Riku sweating face and began to talk, almost purr. "Surprised?"

Riku could only nod as he stared up at the boy sitting on top of his bruising stomach. This made Sora laugh, quietly and not amused. "I waited for you to make the first move, Riku." His face rose with each word then sank back down to his ear. "But… you take too long."

Riku gulped and shuddered. He was finding it hard to keep his thoughts pure as he listened. "So, I needed to make the first move. Are you happy?"

Riku nodded again, still dumbstruck by the whole thing.

"Good… hate to see my efforts go unrewarded." Sora breathed seductively, his breath warm on Riku's cold face. He leaned in for another kiss and was not disappointed.

What has gotten into Sora? Riku thought, enjoying the way Sora's mouth seemed to perfectly fit his. I've never even seen him like this. It's as if he were a different person now…

They lay there, kissing until the sky turned dark, enjoying the tastes, the sights and the feeling erupting into their bodies.

A black-clad figure stepped off a ship into the darkness. It lifted off its hood, the moon shining into its bright orange locks and making its normally green eyes look gray. It lifted its head to the moon and in a deep bass voice it echoed out "Riku."

Without another word, it glided towards the town, in a walk not unlike breathing; slow, sure and calm. He had come back to start over where they left off. He had come to find his love, his passion and forget about the life left behind.