Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica!

Chey: Yay, time to read the Egoist part that's really awkward and I have no idea what I'm doing because every time I try to alter a scene to fix this AU it sounds the same as it used to. Ugh this is hard.

Hiroki: Yeah, that or you're just lazy.

Chey: Am not!

Hiroki: Are too!

Chey: Am not!

Nowaki: Now who's acting like a child?

Hiroki: Shut up, baka.

Chey: Don't be mean to Nowaki!

Hiroki: *rolls eyes* Whatever.

Egoist Act Three Part One

Three years after Act Two

Nowaki was walking Narita Air port when a face caught his attention. He looked across the sea of people to see a face he hadn't seen in a whole year. He was about to call out to the boy, but he yelled, "You stupid bastard!" clear across the terminal, before taking off in the other direction.

"Hiro-san!" Nowaki called after him, but it was too late. Hiroki was already pounding down the front steps and running for the subway.

On the train, Hiroki glowered out the window. Nowaki had disappeared from their apartment one morning and had never come back.

Flashback: One year ago…

"Funami-san," Hiroki asked the landlady. "Have you seen Nowaki lately?"

"Kusama-san? Not since he paid the next six months rent."

"He did what?"

"Paid for the next six months. I know I thought it was odd, but he said he was going away for awhile but you would still be living here."

"Uh yeah, I guess." Nowaki wasn't coming back? For six months?

"So, please rest easy."

"Er, thank you." Hiroki went into the apartment and closed the door. Where was Nowaki? He slid down the door and stared at the apartment. "Bastard Nowaki!" he growled as tears started to leak out of his eyes.

End Flashback

Hiroki had spent his most of his senior year of high school and part of his first year in college alone in the apartment. At the six month mark, the landlady had received payment for the next six months and Hiroki fell into despair. He started sleeping around. If Nowaki wasn't coming back, then he wasn't waiting for him any longer.

The men he met with meant nothing to him. They wanted him and he wanted to fill the void in his entire body. Akihiko glowered at him with disapproval when he showed up at school looking disheveled and exhausted every other day but said nothing. Hiroki had briefly considered asking him for relief from the pain in his heart but Nowaki had erased all attraction he'd had for Akihiko and he refused to ruin the relationship he and his best friend had for the sake of one night's sanity.

Still, he stayed in the apartment, torturing himself. The tiniest sliver of hope kept him in that apartment. He just couldn't give him up, even when it seemed like he was all alone in the world.

Then, finally, he started to get better. He started college. Akihiko kept him going. He reminded Hiroki to eat, reminded him to sleep, reminded him that drowning himself in random strange men and schoolwork wasn't everything. But he was still sleeping with multiple men. Then Akihiko did what Hiroki had wanted wanted from him for years before Nowaki:

*Flashback*

"Enough of this!" Akihiko said, sounding angry. It was rare that he showed any emotion, least of all anger.

"What?" Hiroki growled. He was tired. He wanted sleep. That was why he'd gone to the school roof to lay down in the first place. The man, Saginaga...Sagimoto, whatever, had a libido that wouldn't quit. He'd been pummeling Hiroki until almost dawn.

"You can't keep doing this. It's killing you!"

Hiroki snorted. This was the only thing keeping him alive. The only thing that kept him off the morning news story about local teen suicide.

"I know you used to like me."

Hiroki shut upright and stared at his best friend, sputtering. Finally, he formed words. "Wh-wh-what are you? How do you know that?"

"It was obvious."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because when I realized what your feelings entailed, i didn't like you like that and you met that tall guy a week later," he said bluntly.

"Oh." Hiroki tried towrap his mind around that but gave up. "Well, why are you bringing it up now?"

"Sleep with me."

Hiroki choked. "Are you crazy?"

"No."

"Then why would you ask something this moronic?"

"Because I can't watch you be abused by nameless men every night."

"But you're not attracted to me."

"So?"

"So..." Hiroki scrambled for a good argument that would convince the both of them. Then he got it. "So you're a virgin. I won't take that away from you."

"You really think I care?" A small smirk formed on Akihiko's lips.

"You will, trust me." Hiroki's eyes were nostalgic. He was thinking about Nowaki. He missed him so much.

"I may not love you, but you are my best friend. I'm also willing."

"I'm not!" Hiroki yelled, panic and anger fighting for control on his face.

Akihiko kissed him. Hiroki froze as Akihiko's inexperienced lips prodded at his. Akihiko was kissing him. His first love, an unrequited love, was kissing him and he could only sit there. Akihiko pulled back for a breath then leaned in again, only to have Hiroki stop him an inch short. "No," he whispered.

Akihiko frowned and pulled back the rest of the way. "Suit yourself, but you will stop sleeping with all these men." His expression was stern. He would not be letting this go.

"Fine," Hiroki gritted.

*End Flashback*

Hiroki didn't sleep with anyone after that. He'd tried a couple of times but Akihiko would suddenly appear either at the bar Hiroki had used a fake ID to get into, or outside the club when he left on the arm of another man.

And then he got a letter from America. Nowaki said he was coming home.

Hiroki didn't know what to think anymore. Not a word from him for a whole year and now he was coming home. It was so strange.

Hiroki got off the subway and headed up to the apartment.

Nowaki was waiting for him outside, leaning against the door.

"Hello, Hiro-san," Nowaki murmured.

"Why are you out here?"

"I lost my key."

Hiroki rolled his eyes. "Of course you did."

Nowaki gave him a half smile. "Can you let me in?"

"Of course, it's your apartment." Hiroki pulled out his keys and popped open the door and went in, leaving Nowaki to follow.

Nowaki came in and looked around. The apartment was exactly the same as when he'd left it. Hiro-san was also the same. Still just as cute and crabby as he had been. He was still the same boy he fell in love with. At least, it seemed that way.

"I got you something." Nowaki broke to silence. He handed Hiroki a small wood carving of a panda with a red, white and blue bowler hat.

Hiroki stared at it for a moment then flipped it over. The bottom had a sticker that read in English "MADE IN JAPAN."

"This was freaking made here!" he muttered darkly. Nowaki didn't hear. "So how was America?"

"It was nice. They had great medical schools."

"Good to know."

"Hiro-san…"

"Look," Hiroki cut him off. "Now you're back, I won't feel guilty for leaving this apartment empty when you've already paid for it."

Nowaki stared at him. "What are you talking about?"

"Since you're here, I'm leaving."

"What?"

"I'm gonna go. I'll come back for my stuff later." Hiroki's voice was extremely flat while he spoke. Then he turned and walked towards the door.

He'd just barely gripped the handle when Nowaki's huge hand slammed into the door next to his ear.

Hiroki froze, still staring straight ahead, even as fresh tears stung his eyes. He slowly started to turn to Nowaki. He didn't move two inches before Nowaki grasped his sides and spun him. He pressed Hiroki against the door and nearly kissed the life out of him.

Hiroki started to struggle when Nowaki slid a hand up his shirt. Sensation spread from where Nowaki's fingertips touched. He pushed at Nowaki's shoulder to no avail. "Hiro-san, I missed you so much," the taller man whispered.

"Baka, get off—" he was silenced when lips covered his mouth. Hiroki caved and wrapped his arms around his old lover's neck.

Nowaki scooped him up and carried him into their bedroom and ripped off his shirt and pants. He grabbed Hiroki's growing erection and pumped it expertly. Hiroki moaned, unable to form a coherent thought. He choked when Nowaki latched onto a nipple and suckled it hard. Then he slid a hand to Hiroki's entrance and thrust two fingers in.

Hiroki gasped. It was getting to be too much. "Hurry up!" he grunted.

Nowaki nodded and positioned himself. He thrust into Hiroki hard. Hiroki grunted and moaned, pleasure making words impossible. "Relax," Nowaki whispered.

Hiroki closed his eyes and hung on for dear life, digging his nails into Nowaki's back.

He came with explosive force. It was the first time in awhile. The men he'd slept with had, for the most part, no idea what they were doing. He'd thought he couldn't come anymore. Apparently he could now only come if it was Nowaki. He knew he should be pissed, but he was too hazy from the pleasure to feel anything else.

He felt Nowaki come a mere second later. "I love you, Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered a moment before Hiroki passed out.

To be continued…

Chey: Yay, lemony chapter!

Hiroki: You annoy me.

Chey: Gee, I hadn't noticed.

Hiroki: …

Chey: And I came up with a way to make this different...about 15 minutes ago while i was editing. Anyways, please review. I love everyone who reviews and lately, nobody likes this story. I wouldlike ten reviews before I start the next chapter. I know I haven't asked for a specific number in a long time but last few have all had five or less and I'm sad.

Hiroki: No, you're whiny.

Chey: Bite me, I made this chapter extra long for everyone and I wrote a lemon.

Hiroki: Whiner baby!

Nowaki: Hiro-san!

So yeah, thanks for reading!

~CheyanneChika