His first thought was that he had died again.
But he wasn't any different this time. There was no new sense of emptiness, nor the returned feeling of being complete. So, he hadn't changed. His goal was still unfulfilled.
Moving to lean up, he was stopped by a single finger on his forehead. Somehow, it was strong enough to make him lie back down.
When had he fallen asleep?
"Don't move." A cold voice, from the darkness. No. It wasn't cold. Just... empty. But then again, that was no new thing to either of them.
Following the orders, he stopped in the middle of shifting his body, becoming a statue. The fabric underneath him was cold. And, now that he noticed it, so was his stomach.
He made no move to wipe whatever was covering his torso, however, strictly listening to the orders from the darkness. He waited patiently, unfeeling, for the next time the voice spoke.
Instead of words, he felt the owner of the voice sliding over his legs, flesh on flesh. It was fascinating that Nobodies were always so warm, when their insides were so cold. But the blood was still there, pumping, even if the heart was not there to pump it. A true corruption of the ways of nature.
His musing was stopped by the feeling of long, graceful fingers sliding down his chest, which caused an involuntary shiver. He thought he heard the darkness chuckle, but such a thing couldn't be.
"It's amusing, isn't it?" the Darkness spoke in the same dead voice, but there was a hint of something else in it. No amusement was there, however, so surely he had imagined it.
He made no move to answer; just watched the darkness that lay behind his eyelids. His mind was focused on the soft strokes the Darkness was giving him.
His eyes finally opened when he felt something warm and wet trailing down his belly, gathering whatever was spread on his chest. His lips moved, but no sound came out.
Amber eyes met orange ones for a brief moment. The flesh on his legs moved, and the Darkness was covering him, pinning him. Looking down at him, coldly.
But he had no qualms. He served the Darkness faithfully. The Darkness and the Moon shared the sky with Kingdom Hearts. So would it be for them. They would be one with the Heart of all Hearts.
It was quiet, except when the Darkness spoke. "Amusing." He said the word like it itself was amusing. "I need no sustenance to survive. None of us do." The Darkness' head went lower, and the heat came once again down his chest.
Licking off the cream that had been spread there.
The orange eyes came back, captivating, almost. "And yet the pleasures of food still do not allude us. What pleasures we can feel, at least. But is it not enough?"
The question was not rhetorical.
The Moon moved his head forward, to cover the Darkness in his own heat. "It is enough for now, my Superior."
His Superior closed the distance between them after uttering one final sentence. "Let us then patiently await our Kingdom Hearts."