Disclaimer: I own nothing…go friggin figure.

Hiroki: But the way you argue suggests you deserve to own something.

Chey: What do you want from me? I'm not even arguing right now.

Nowaki: She's right, leave it. I'm coming home.

Chey: Yay Epilogue!

Hiroki: I thought you were upset.

Chey: I was but I have seven other stories to work on so I'm willing to let this one and At Least You Still Have Me end this month.

Epilogue

Six months later…

Nowaki really was a pain in his ass, Hiroki decided. After he had returned home, despite calls and messages he'd left with his lover, Nowaki had not responded.

Until now.

Here was a postcard, telling him that Nowaki was returning home at last.

Hiroki went out to meet him. At the airport, he saw Nowaki just as he was bending down to tie his shoe. Hiroki went forward. "You asshole!" he screamed, kicking him in the back of the head. Everyone stared at the two of them. Hiroki stared down at his lover, totally infuriated.

Nowaki rubbed the spot. He'd been hit there by books countless times, a foot wasn't that much different. He looked up into his Hiro-san's chocolate brown eyes. "I'm home."

Hiroki glared down into those pure, innocent blue eyes and caved. "Welcome home," he said, grouchily.

Nowaki got to his feet and pulled his lover into a fierce embrace. "I missed you, Hiro-san."

"Brat," he muttered darkly. "Get off." He shoved out of the bigger man's grasp. He turned away and left the airport, Nowaki following him like a humongous puppy.

…

Hiroki opened his apartment door. Nowaki set down his bags in the entrance and stepped inside, looking around. "It looks just the same."

"So? I'm a man, men don't change things every five minutes." Hiroki flopped down on his couch. "What does it matter?"

"It doesn't, I was just saying."

Hiroki just shook his head. He was reaching for a book when a large shadow loomed over him suddenly. He looked up to see Nowaki standing over him, pure lust in his eyes. Hiroki didn't have enough time to block his lover before their lips touched. A sensation neither of them had felt since they'd parted six months ago washed over them.

Their lust shot through their blood like wild fire. The two suddenly had their arms wrapped around each other, hands groping each other's backs and fisting in clothes while their tongues danced. Nowaki shoved Hiroki down onto his back on the couch and leaned over him kissing his neck while Hiroki whimpered and fought to get Nowaki's shirt off.

"Hiro-san, I need you," Nowaki murmured as he broke away to pull off his shirt. "I love you so much. I want you so badly."

Hiroki merely grunted and pulled the bigger man back down to lock their lips again. Nowaki kissed him as he fumbled the buttons of Hiroki's shirt. "I missed you too," Hiroki murmured finally. "I love you."

Nowaki pulled away to look down at him with a beautiful smile. "Hiro-san," he breathed, "I love you too." He kissed Hiroki again and they sagged into each other's arms and passions.

…

"Are you glad I'm home?" Nowaki asked as he handed Hiroki a mug of coffee in bed.

"You even have to ask?"

"Yes."

Hiroki sighed and sat up, resting a warm hand on Nowaki's cheek in a rare gesture of affection. Nowaki continued to look at him, even as he nuzzled against the hand. "Yes, I'm glad you're home."

Nowaki smiled and caught Hiroki's hand by the wrist and kissed it. "I love you, Hiro-san."

"I love you too, brat."

The two of them smiled at each other. They would make it work…just like they always did…and always would.

Chey: And we're done!

Hiroki: Finally.

Nowaki: I'm sad.

Chey: Oh well, what can you do?

Nowaki: Sequel?

Chey: Yeah…no.

Nowaki: No fun.

Chey: You guys still have You're What? Let this story go.

Hiroki: Fine with me.

Chey: Readers, please review, and thank you everyone who has already reviewed.

Thanks for reading!

~CheyanneChika