He is me and I am him. I stare at him as he sleeps and memorize his features, all the while thinking.

We are so alike, him and I. Our complexion is the same; both of us are slightly angelic-looking. We have the same style of hair, though his is the color of honey and mine of tree bark. He is taller than me, which is more help than hindrance. He stirs and his eyes open; they are an exact mirror of mine, except lighter in context.

I smile at him and lean down, kissing his pouting lips slightly. He smiles sleepily and burrows into my chest as my arms tighten. What we do may seem odd to some.
I recall the conversation with Riku earlier. 'No, we are not gay. He is basically me. I am virtually him. It's more like masturbation really.' He doesn't understand but he does support us, which is more than I could have ever asked for.

I can't blame him for being confused. How can others understand when I myself cannot? If we are one then what is it that we do? Is in incest? Masturbation? Just sex? Narcissism?

I have no idea, but then again I don't really need to understand what is it to know how I feel about it. I grin as he pushes me down and straddles me, obviously annoyed as I space out. I push thought from my mind and lean forward, capturing his lips with mine once more. He is me and I am him and we are one.

Just how it should be.