The days had passed by like a blur, and already in was nearing time for AOD to go back to his hometown. The night that happened earlier before had not been forgotten, rather, had been hush-hush for a while. They had loved from a distance and seemed normal and plain for the most part. Had it been less of an awkward spur, though AOD, it might had been more normal, embraced. It hurt slightly to see this unravel and never roll back up. AOD was standing in Raocow's living room, waiting for him to finish his let's play before, looking with empty eyes outside at the beautiful view. Raocow himself was not the same as well. The marks on his body had long since faded, but, to his fans, the marks so hidden weren't masked in his voice. He had been slightly different since the incident, even the slightest change one fan could instantly notice. The voices were mixing in their head, the things said, the noises made that day, they were haunting as well as they were lovely. AOD pressed his fingers up to his lips complacently, while Raocow got up from his chair. The mood was suddenly very solemn.
"What are you going to do when you go back home?" Raocow asked in a more serious tone, making it unsettling to AOD. "Sit there and do the usual, life goes on." AOD said, shrugging his shoulders, thinking of no other answer. Raocow suddenly got confrontational with him, stepping over to him quickly and towering over him. "So you come over, take advantage of me, and just leave?" Raocow's eyes glistened with a deep feeling of hurt, "You said you loved me too." AOD stood there in a daze, confused as to what he should say and utter guilt of what he had said. "Rao, I..." AOD looked into his eyes, and a shock of what seemed to be fear ran through him. Raocow picked up AOD's hand and held it, "Do you understand you're playing with my heart?" Raocow's voice had a tinge of anger in it, but he still remained relatively calm. AOD breathed slowly, then gripped Raocow's hand, "Sorry." AOD said, quietly. Raocow stood there, looking at him, with an empty look. AOD quickly picked himself up, "I'm sorry for making you think I'm playing your heart, but I do love you Raocow." He said, boastfully. Raocow's colour came back to him, "You really mean it?!" He asked in his normal cheery tone, smiling. "Is..is that weird or something?" AOD asked, "Because you know, people, they might..." He was stopped by Raocow's finger. Raocow just stood there and smiled, shaking his head. AOD looked at him with a weird expression, "So, what now?" AOD asked, still a bit shakey after it. Raocow stepped back, "I think I'm intimidating you." He chuckled, AOD looked up at him, "Well, you're a tower and I'm a stub!" AOD said, with a grumpy face. The rest of the evening was filled with more video game playing and lighthearted conversation, with Raocow doing his usual regimen alongside AOD.
AOD and Raocow were packing AOD's bag the next day, "I don't want to leave." AOD said, suddenly. Raocow looked at AOD, "You know I feel the same." Raocow said in a rather serious tone, as he went back to packing things. There was an uncomfortable silence growing as they packed slowly. AOD went to speak, but Raocow just walked off into the kitchen. He got up and went to look at what Raocow was doing, only to find a very spaced out Raocow staring into his cup of coffee. AOD placed his hand slowly on his shoulder, causing Raocow to twitch away. "Dammit, would you tell me what's up with you?!" AOD shouted, frustrated. Raocow turned around slowly and proceeded to give a firm slap to AOD's face. "You don't understand, do you? You don't even understand your own feelings!" Raocow said, in a firm but calm voice, "You said you loved me and you're just leaving me now." He clenched his teeth at the words. "Yeah, well it's not like you've been treating me the nicest yourself!" AOD growled. "I've been treating you fine! I've been a good host!" Raocow said, his voice raising a little. "It's not about that! You slapped me, you don't show any affection to me! I feel my words were in vain!" AOD had gotten angry now, and turned and walked away. Raocow caught him by the shoulder and turned him back around, "Wait a se-" AOD was jerking out of his grasp, "Let go of me!" AOD struggled as Raocow took him and held him, "I'm sorry, I thought you didn't want it." Raocow said, quietly.
The stuggle stopped as Raocow and AOD kissed passionately in the sunset coming through Raocow's window. A certain look became apparent in both their eyes at that one moment, "I thought that you would be bothered with it." Raocow continued. AOD shook his head, "I thought the same." AOD looked down, sadly. Raocow held AOD's chin up and looked at him in the eyes, and AOD instantly submitted to Raocow's embrace, backing him into the couch, but not before AOD could turn Raocow around and place him on the couch, sitting on his lap. "Is this truly the resolve we've come to?" Raocow asked, holding AOD's hips. AOD looked at him with hungry eyes, the same eyes as that one fateful night. Raocow leaned back and laughed, "I guess we can't help it, after all." AOD slid his hands into the sides of Raocow's pants, "I told you that you were mine..." AOD said, sliding around and pressing against Raocow, then muffling Raocow's noises with his mouth.
When all had been said and done, they sat in a naked embrace on the couch, tangled up in each other. Raocow's body was marred again by AOD's kisses and harsh handling, but looked so lovely regardless. AOD slept in Raocow's embrace, kisses all over his body, as pure as Raocow looked. In the end, AOD did not leave after all, he planned to live with Raocow, however, the whole process took two long years. Love is patient, and in the end, it survived with them.
From across the way sat a girl with hair of gold. She recorded the fine love story as she saw it happen. "They should really close the blinds more often..." She giggled, wiping a bit of drool from her face.