Title: Del Rossi Nerves
Rating: R
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 6, "Sunglasses at Night."
A/N: Originally written for a roleplay idea, occurs around New Year's.


Dylan sat down on the couch in the Del Rossi living room, and breathed a sigh of relief. A dinner with Mr. Del Rossi was almost as exhausting mentally as a hockey game was physically. He looked up at his boyfriend, was was looking at Dylan with a wide grin.

Dylan raised his eyebrow at Marco. "Why in the world are you grinning like that?"

Marco sat down in Dylan's lap, wrapping his arms around Dylan's neck.

"Why do you think?" He whispered sexily into Dylan's neck, before covering Dylan's mouth with his own.

"Mmarcccoo-" Dylan tried to say, through the kiss. Marco refused to let Dylan get a a word in, as Marco kissed Dylan's mouth excruciatingly slowly and tenderly.

"What?"

"What are you trying to do?"

Marco raised his eyebrow. "You need an explanation?"

"It better not be what I think it is, because this is your parent's house."

"Yes, I know, who are not here."

"They could come back. I don't think its wise to fool around here, Marco." Dylan said, trying to move Marco off of him.

"Why? We've had sex at your parents' place before," Marco explained.

"While they were out of town, yes. But your parents could come back any minute." Dylan said, looking at the door.

'Dylan, you're always telling me not to be afraid that one of them might find out. Come on, please," Marco started to stick his lip out.

"Yes, but your dad is still very not okay with us," Dylan explained, ignoring Marco's attempts to get him into bed. "I don't want him to find us like that, he'd just hate me even more."

"Besides, we just had sex this morning," Dylan continued.

"So, I want to have sex again," Marco said, leaning closer to his boyfriend's neck. "Dyl...," Marco breathed into Dylan's neck, blowing on the spot that drove Dylan crazy.

"No, Marco," Dylan said, before feeling the breath of Marco on his neck. "Oh, god...Marco, no, oh sweet--" Dylan's eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings, as he tried to get air in his lungs.

"You're so much easier to seduce when you're drunk," Marco said, laughing at his boyfriend's attempts to stop him, none of which were going to work.

Marco's teeth were sinking into the skin on Dylan's neck, biting him gently and sucking his skin at that spot, leaving a small blemish.

"Oh, fine," Dylan muttered, as Marco moved off of Dylan's lap. "But in your room or no deal."

"I can deal with that," Marco said, leaning against the couch cushions, licking his lips at Dylan.

Dylan quickly stood up and grabbed Marco by the waist, and moved Marco's legs so they would wrap around his own waist. Dylan held onto Marco's buttocks so he would not fall, as Marco threaded his fingers in between Dylan's blonde curls. Marco kissed him immediately, diving his tongue into Dylan's mouth, frenching him hard and passionate, and hungry.

Dylan returned Marco's kisses with an equal amount of passion, and started to walk up the stairs to Marco's room, with Marco still locked around his waist, feeling Marco's hunger grow even more.

Dylan closed the door behind them as they entered Marco's old room. Dylan pried Marco's legs off of him, and threw him on the bed. He threw his shirt off, as Marco followed suit. Dylan then crashed into Marco on the bed, rubbing in between Marco's legs, making Marco go wild.

"Mmph," Marco muttered, as he kissed Dylan hotly. Marco's toes kept curling and uncurling, at the sensations that Dylan was giving him. Dylan slowed the kiss, almost stopping, to look into Marco's eyes. Marco looked back at Dylan, as Dylan smoothed Marco's hair.

Dylan looked at Marco sweetly, giving him a light peck on his lips. "I love you," Dylan whispered.

Marco smiled. "Do you always have to get so mushy before we have sex?"

"Yes," Dylan replied, giving him a sweet kiss on his lips.

"I love you too," Marco replied, smiling into the kiss.

"So, do you have the stuff?" Dylan asked, looking at Marco, raising his eyebrow seductively.

"Oh, yeah," Marco said, pushing Dylan off of him, so he could get up. "Let me go get it." Marco started to unbuckle his belt, and take his jeans off, before heading across the room to a dresser. "You have about 1 minute to get those pants off, Dylan."

Marco opened a drawer, with his back towards Dylan, as he heard the zipper of Dylan's pants go down. Marco snuck his hand into the drawer, where he hid his emergency stuff quite well. He hadn't given Dylan any clue, but Marco had a different idea for tonight than he usually offered.

"Got it," Marco said, turning around. Dylan was sitting on the bed, with his legs hanging off to the sides, as he rested his hands behind him. Marco's eyes went straight to Dylan's lower region. "Nice," he muttered to himself.

"What was that?" Dylan asked, turning his head towards Marco, grinning slightly.

"Nothing," Marco smiled, putting the materials he needed for later on the dresser beside the bed. Marco walked over to Dylan to kiss him, but before Marco could even get close enough to kiss Dylan, Dylan had pushed Marco's boxers down his thighs.

"My, aren't we in a hurry."

"No, I just want to be even."

"Sure," Marco said, pushing Dylan down on the bed, lying on top of him to kiss him.

Making sure to distract Dylan by kissing him, Marco reached for the tube of liquid he had gotten out of the drawer. While still kissing Dylan, he squeezed some of it behind his back, and put it in one hand. Putting the tube up, he moved his hand towards Dylan's buttocks, slowly getting closer to the spot he was looking for.

FInding the spot, he pushed his finger into it, trying to distract Dylan as much as possible with his mouth.

The cold temperature of the liquid won out, however.

"Yikes! What the fuck!" Dylan yelped, looking down at what was going on. "Marco, what are you doing?"

"Um...well, trying to fuck you, but you're not cooperating."

"What the-" Dylan said, before seeing Marco's finger with the liquid on it. "Oh." Dylan paused. "Marco, are you sure you think that's a good idea?"

"I just want to try it, Dylan. We always do me, I want you to get some too," Marco tried to explain.

Dylan didn't look convinced.

"You always get to be the man, let's just switch. Just this once, if we don't like it, we won't do it again."

"Marco, that's not why I "get to be the man," as you put it," Dylan said.

"Yes, because you like being the man, and I'm girly," Marco told him.

"No," Dylan grinned. "You're not girly. And that's not why."

"Then why, then?" Marco asked.

"Well, when you're full," Dylan motioned towards Marco's lower abdomen. "You're quite, well, you're huge, Marco."