My first Junjou Romantica fanfiction! Starring the Egoist couple. HirokiXNowaki

Four years have past since Nowaki asked Hiroki to move in with him, and now there are about to make choices that will affect the rest of their lives. Plenty of fluff, sweetness, and marriage. (Naw DAMN I spoiled it!)

Enjoy!

It was late one night that a very weary and exhausted Hiroki stumbled through the door of his home and collapsed with a great sigh on his couch. The day had been a nightmare, and his head was pounding like a bitch from all the stress.

Of course, it didn't help matters at all that Nowaki was working late again at the hospital, leaving Hiroki alone to cook a very brief dinner for himself and go to bed, though he almost never fell asleep until Nowaki came home and slipped in beside him, (something a very proud Hiroki would never admit by the way.) The bed was just...too cold without him.

Letting these thoughts creep into his head, Hiroki stirred, realizing how cheesy it sounded, and resolved to make himself a cup of ramen when his stomach let out a very hollow groan. Sighing he began bioling water for the ramen and, in the midst of this endeavor, he saw the time on the microwace clock and dropped his bowl with a loud clatter.

"Damn! It's 8:00 already! I hadn't realized it was so late!" He cried, checking his own watch, and recalling that the last time he'd checked the time was hours ago, back at work. He'd had to make a few stops along the way. "Nowaki said he would be back by 7:30. Bastard..." He checked his phone. No messages.

"Dammit! He didn't even give me a damn text to let me know he was working later! Who does that bastard think he is? Dosen't he know I worry about him?"

Then, he paused for a minute, ignoring that the water in the pot for the ramen was beginning to boil over.

"He...he does know that doesn't he?" He asked himself slowly. It was far from the first time he'd asked himself that trying question. He recalled all the thoughtless times he had reprimanded, or insulted, or shouted at Nowaki, and he just seemed to smile and shrug it away every time, usually going on to coo and sigh about how cute he was."

"For the love of me, I will never understand that..." Hiroki thought, turning the water off. "The guy is so cheesy, such a diehard romantic...

"And...I really don't deserve him...do I?"

That thought made him start, as he ripped open a packet of freeze dried Ramen and thought back to all the little things Nowaki did for him; the way he called him cute, and kissed him good-bye every morning, or even the way he would smile, and those sweet little dimples would crease the corners of his lips...there was so much about him that Hiroki treasured, apart from fact that the man had been working ever since he'd met him to become someone in his mind was worthy of Hiro-san. Who can honestly say that about their lovers? Most of the time guys acted like horny pervs and just disregarded their lovers whenever they felt like...but Nowaki wasn't like that...he truly cherished Hiroki.

"I need to tell him more...how care for him..."

If I don't, maybe he'll leave.

The thought alone was enough to make Hiroki cringe. He quickly finished preparing his ramen, hurriedly scarfed it down, and began to get ready for bed, brushing his teeth and changing into a comfortable T-shirt and burying himself under the recently-washed sheets. They were cold and crisp against the bare skin of his legs, and Hiroki breifly shivered, his thoughts wandering again to his lover. He sighed.

"I just remembered...the anniversary of the day we met is coming up...I need to do something special. Really special...it's our tenth after all...

And I want him to know...just how much I love him."

Just then, he heard the distant shut of a door. Nowaki was home.

"Hiro-san! I'm back!" He called cheerfully. Hiroki's heart thudded madly as his lover made his way down the dark hallway, up the stairs, and towards their bedroom, was Hiroki was curled up under the covers and pretending to be a sleep. (As well as trying to ignore how deeply flushed his face was becoming."

"Hiro-san? You awake?" Nowaki whispered gently, moving a few strands of Hiroki's hair to get a better view of his tightly clenched eyes.

"Oh Hiro-san...simply adorable..." He cooed, giving the man a kiss on the cheek. Then, he made a move to get up, but Hiroki then shifted.

"Wait, I'm up..." Hiroki murmured softly and drowsily, turning to face him. Nowaki grinned like a fool, and kissed him.

"I missed you today Hiro-san. How was your day?"

"Ugh...kind of shitty." 'But it's perfect, now you're back," He finished inside his mind. Nowaki smiled, stripping down in his clothes to his underwear. Hiroki quickly turned away attempting to conceal his crimson-flushed face. Nowaki settled beside him, still smiling, and taking Hiroki's hand.

"You...you were late today." Hiroki muttered, trying to hide the annoyance in his tone. Nowaki frowned slightly.

"Oh I'm sorry Hiro-san...today was so busy I guess..."

"No, it's fine. You weren't that late and..." He sighed again. He was doing it a lot tonight. "I know you're busy nowadays. You're a full-time physician now. Your patients need you."

"Yeah, but Hiro-san is still the most important one of all." Nowaki replied, lacing his fingers with Hiroki's and kissing his forehead.

"M-moron! Don't say such embarassing things!" He cried, still trying to conceal how desperately blissful he was to hear those words.

" But it's true." Nowaki said softly, tightening his grip and Hiroki's hand under the sheets. "I just want to make sure you know that..."

"Well fine then. I...I do..." Hiroki stuttered, his heart pounding wildly. "It's late now. We should be asleep."

Nowaki nodded. "Right. Good-night Hiro-san." He murmured, closing his eyes.

"Hold on you dummy!" Hiroki exclaimed, rousing Nowaki from his sleep attempt.

"What is it?"

"He needs to know I care for him. He just needs to always know that. My pride is nothing compared to how important that is."

"I...I'm a little cold." Hiroki muttered, barely audiable, and so obviously while his cheeks flared. Nowaki's warm smile grew to its maximum size, and his shifted in bed, allowing Hiroki to snuggle up against him while his long, muscular arms enveloped him. He planted a soft kiss on Hiroki's lips. "Better?" He whispered sweetly.

"Mmmm...yeah..." Hiroki mumbled, his face buried in Nowaki's chest. "Night."

"I love you, Hiro-san."

Me too, with all my heart, Hiroki thought.

"...Love you too..." And the happy couple drifted off together