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Never Over: Chapter 1

2008-04-14T05:45:32Z

Story: Never Over
Chapter: 1
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Takes place after "Owner of a Lonely Heart." A more Darcoized version of the ending.

Never Over: Chapter 1
I sighed as Ellie left the kitchen, sitting down on a stool, looking into the swirling brown liquid of my coffee in my porcelain coffee cup. It was my favorite cup, though not many people know why. It was a present Dylan had given me before we had moved in together, probably mostly due to the fact I was constantly stealing his cup.

Looking back, I probably would never have though I would come to this point. That I was so depressed, so lonely. I had the world at my touch then, and I was the happiest I had ever been. It was hard to not get mad at some people at times, but I was always mad at myself.

I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned my head to see Griffin coming into the kitchen.

"Hey, Marco," Griffin said.

"Hey."

"Can I ask you something?" He asked.

"Sure," I said, motioning towards the seat across from me.

"I don't know you all that well yet," Griffin started to say, as he took a seat. "But I couldn't help but overhearing...but are you really that poor?"

I cringed. "Sorry about that."

"No, no, it's cool. You don't have to answer, I was just curious..."

"No, I don't mind." I sighed before continuing. "I guess my wallet is just a little thinner than I'm used to."

"How do you afford stuff? Don't you have rent, tuition?" Griffin asked me, confused.

"Well, I have a partial scholarship for my tuition. I was valedictorian at Degrassi."

Griffin raised his eyebrows. "Oh, really? Awesome."

I smiled. "Thanks. Anyway, the rest my parents pay for. They really want me to get a degree. And for awhile, they were paying my other expenses, like food and entertainment, and such. But after I got in trouble last year with gambling, my Dad made me make up that money by working at his shop."

I took a sip of my coffee, before continuing. "After I paid him back, I stopped working there, and well my funds, they have been slowly drying out ever since."

Griffin still looked confused. "I still don't completely understand, I mean what about your bills, like your phone, electricity, rent??"

I sheepishly looked down at the counter, touching the marks of wood with my finger.

"I'm not that proud of this- I mean, I tried to give him rent money-"

"Huh?"

"You know how you and Ellie have to pay Paige rent money and not me?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, Dylan pays for this house," I told him, almost embarrassed. "He won't take my rent money. I've tried."

"The house is in his name, isn't it?"

"Yeah, and my cell phone..." I trailed off. "And the utilities..."

"I think I get it now. I guess hockey players make alot of money." Griffin sat back to look at me.

"Depends, really," I said, leaning forward.

Griffin leaned in, figuring out I was about to say something.

"Paige doesn't really have to work, you know," I whispered.

"Does he pay for Paige's rent, too?" Griffin asked.

"Well, I think she tricked him into it, but yes, he does." I said, pouring more coffee into my cup.

Griffin leaned back and crossed his arms, looking at me.

"Do you mind if I ask you something...personal?"

I looked back at him, shrugging my shoulders. "Sure, you can ask anything. I don't have anything to hide."

"What is he like, Dylan?"

My eyes shined at the question, the one question that always gives my feelings that are still there away. I stopped caring about hiding them anymore lately. Somethings you just can't help.

"Sorry, maybe I shouldn't have asked," Griffin asked. "I'm sure it's still a sore subject."

"No, it's okay, really." I paused for awhile. "Dylan is the exact opposite of Paige, in many ways. Where she can come off as bitchy, Dylan is just..free. He's laid back, passionate, extremely talented, funny, smart, loving, dedicated...and hot as hell."

Griffin laughed.

"Blonde, curly hair, tall, muscular, and eyes that look like you're viewing the ocean..." I trailed off, in my own world, thinking about Dylan's crystal clear blue eyes, that I missed so much.

"Another question for you," Griffin said, snapping me out of my daydream.

I motioned for Griffin to continue.

"You said that you wanted to feel happy, confident, and sexy...did you ever feel that way?" Griffin asked me with wonderment.

I sighed. "The truth is...I felt like that everyday. I was head over heels in love with him. Everyday I felt those things. Even when he was in Switzerland, I felt happy. Confident. Sexy."

Griffin's eyebrow arched up. "Really? Interesting..."

"What?" I asked.

"It's just the way Ellie talks about Dylan, makes it seem like he treated you like crap."

I laughed. "Far from it. She just doesn't understand long-distance relationships." I paused. "And everything I've done since breaking up with him, has just been..."

"Anyone can look at you and see you're lonely and depressed," Griffin said. "I don't really get why Ellie keeps trying to get you 'happy' with someone you don't even like."

"Yeah, well, since we broke up, I've been set up, I thought a straight guy was cute," I said, gesturing towards Griffin, as he gave me a half-smile. "I got a bunny. I went out with a guy that I didn't even like, due to Ellie's persistence, only because I was lonely and tired of being alone. I'm depressed all the time, I'm flat broke, and to top it all off, I got mixed up with a guy who tried to sell me to a guy for money."

"Wow, you really are messed up." Griffin chuckled.

"Yeah, it used to be so much easier. Everything was better when Dylan was here. I really did love him." I said, the sadness setting in.

"Right...but if you were in love...I guess I just don't understand why you broke it off."

I looked up at Griffin. "Honestly? Sometimes I care more about making my friends happy than making myself happy. Ellie saw my complaining about Dylan as him treating me bad, when that wasn't the case. I was just frustrated. I guess I felt pressured by her to end it with Dylan, even though my heart was still in love with him."

"Sounds to me like it still is."

"What? No.."

"Your face lights up even at the mention of his name, Marco. I may not know you too well, but I can tell when someone's in love."

"No, I have to be over him. Ellie..." I trailed off.

Griffin sighed, exasperated. "Will you stop ruling your life on what your friends think is best for you? It's your life, Marco, not theirs. Ellie has no right to tell you who is best for you. Only you have that right. And if they make you happy? Then a real friend would support you, no matter what they think. They would put aside what they feel, if they knew that person made you happy. And from the face I just saw at the mere mention of his name, Dylan makes you happy."

"Look, I'm an idiot, okay? I lost the most important thing in my life, and acting like I'm over him..." I sighed.

"Marco, listen. I don't have the best track record when it comes to relationships. But I have been around friends and family members who do. What I do know is that love, especially true love, is extremely rare, if not impossible to find."

"Yeah, so?" I questioned, not really getting Griffin's point.

"I'm sure this won't make you feel better," Griffin said, "but it seems to me that what you had with Dylan, was that, that love everyone seeks but no one finds. The thing is, Marco, once you find that, you don't throw it away, no matter what."

Del Rossi Nerves: Chapter 11

2008-04-14T05:41:32Z

Story: Del Rossi Nerves
Chapter: 11
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Rating: PG-13

Chapter 11
Still mortified, Marco slowly removed his hands that were covering his face, after hearing the front door close as Ellie left.

Eyes still on the floor, Marco scooted his chair back, picking up his plate, and carried it to the kitchen sink. Avoiding everyone's eyes, he hurriedly left the kitchen and almost running, headed for the stairs.

"Marco..." He heard Dylan call to him, but all Marco wanted to do was to hide in their room until everyone forgot how he mortified himself in front of everybody. Everyone except Dylan, most likely, who probably found this whole situation quite hilarious.

"Wow, just wow," Alex said, after Marco left.

Paige looked at her brother. "Seriously, Dylan."

"What?" Dylan responded to his sister.

"Can't you tone it down some? Obviously you are doing something for Marco have sex on the brain."

Dylan stared at his sister. "Firstly, dear sister, my sex life, and Marco's, for that matter, is none of your business. And lay off Marco."

"Why? It's fun." Alex pitched in.

Dylan cut his waffle with his fork. "He's mortified enough as it is, he doesn't need you to make him feel worse. Just leave him alone, Alex."

"Geez, fine, Dad," Alex said sarcastically.

Paige giggled.

Dylan glared at his sister, and cocked his eyebrow up.

Paige stopped immediately, going back to her food.

"Sorry," Paige muttered.

Dylan shook his head, as he left the table with his plate in hand. Placing his plate next to the sink, he grabbed a paper towel, and placed the bacon he saved for Marco on it.

Taking the paper towel, he stopped before he left the kitchen, and addressed his sister.

"We're leaving for Mom's and Dad's in thirty minutes, Paige," Dylan told his sister. "Please try to be ready."

"What? You're not going to help me clean up??" Paige asked her brother.

"That's what Alex is for."

Paige burst out laughing. "Alex? Clean?"

"I'd help ya, sis, but I have a Marco to cheer up." Dylan told her, as he turned to leave the kitchen.

"You know, if you guys wouldn't have sex-a-thons every night, he wouldn't have embarrassed himself and wouldn't need cheering up!" Alex said loudly to Dylan as he left.

Dylan took his free hand and flipped off Alex behind his back.

"Oh, real mature, Michalchuk!"

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Dylan opened the door to their room, and found a lump in their bed. Marco had hidden himself under the covers, and had sandwiched his head between two pillows, trying to hide.

Closing the door, Dylan placed the paper towel that had the bacon in it on the nightstand. Dylan scooted to lay on the right side of Marco, whose face was obscured by the pillow he had crushed his face into.

"Marco, honey," Dylan said gently, before placing a hand on Marco's back. Marco tensed up at Dylan's touch, not wanting to come out to see the world.

Dylan sighed. "Baby," he said to Marco, and he removed the top pillow that was covering the back of Marco's head. Dylan leaned in next to Marco, getting as close to him as he could, as he put a strand of Marco's hair behind his ear.

"You're just gonna laugh." Marco mumbled into the pillow.

"No I won't, and why would I?" Dylan asked, kissing Marco's ear, the only part of Marco he could see.

"Because you find it funny."

"Marco, I don't really find situations that make you uncomfortable funny. It was slightly humorous, maybe, but I wouldn't laugh at you." Dylan told him.

Marco still didn't move.

"Come on, Marco..." Dylan said, as he tried to pull Marco up, with Marco not moving an inch. "I brought you some bacon that I saved for you."

Marco's head turned to look at Dylan. "Really?"

Dylan motioned towards the paper towel to Marco's left.

Marco sat up in an instant and turned around to face Dylan, as he moved the paper towel to his lap. "You saved bacon for me?"

"Yes, see how much I love you?" Dylan said teasingly.

Marco smiled sheepishly. "You never let me have your bacon, though."

"Well, I'll let you this once," Dylan winked at Marco, as he picked up a piece of bacon. "Open."

Marco opened his mouth as Dylan fed him the bacon. After the bacon was gone, Dylan leaned towards Marco to kiss his bacon-flavored lips, sweetly, yet filled with love. Marco returned the kiss, opening his mouth to take Dylan's tongue in, as it moved into Marco's open mouth tenderly.

"Mmm," Dylan said, breaking the kiss. "I love bacon-flavored kisses."

Marco chuckled as he looked at his boyfriend. "I love you."

Dylan looked at Marco, who wasn't as embarrassed, but hadn't forgotten what happened downstairs either. "You doing better now?"

Marco nodded. "Yeah, a little."

Dylan kissed him lightly, before getting up and heading for the closet. "Paige and I have to go to the house, you want to come?"

Marco watched Dylan, as he tried to find a shirt to wear. He loved the way his arm muscles moved as he browsed through the closet. "Oh, no, you guys go."

"You sure?" Dylan asked, moving his head to look back at Marco.

"No, it's fine, I need to register for classes online anyway," Marco replied.

Dylan grabbed a striped green sweater, and turned around to face Marco as he put it on. "Okay. My parents are going to want to see you before I leave though, just to tell you."

Marco started to nod, and stopped as he heard the last of Dylan's sentence, before he looked down, getting very quiet.

"I shouldn't have said that." Dylan stated.

"No, no..I just don't want to think about that yet," Marco said. "Or ever."

Dylan crouched down by the bed to look up at Marco, reaching for his hand. "I know, me, neither." Dylan stood up and leaned to kiss Marco's forehead. "I'm sorry I said that."

Marco shook his head, as to say 'never mind.'

Dylan grabbed his yellow jacket, and put it on. "I'll probably won't be back until later this afternoon, you sure you don't want to come?"

Marco looked up at Dylan, shaking his head. "No, you guys go."

Dylan gave his boyfriend a small smile, before he leaned into cradle Marco's face, who looked up at him, as he kissed his lips ever so softly. Dylan's eyes squeezed shut, as he continued to kiss Marco lovingly.

Dylan stood up, as he grabbed his wallet and keys from the dresser before heading towards the door.

"I love you, Marco."

Marco smiled up at his boyfriend. "Love you too, honey."

Del Rossi Nerves: Chapter 10

2008-04-14T05:38:03Z

Story: Del Rossi Nerves
Chapter: 10
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Rating: NC-17

Chapter 10
"God, you're so demanding," Marco replied, bracing himself over Dylan's entrance.

"Well, you're taking forever, and I'm horny, and I'd like to get fucked sometime this year," Dylan complained sarcastically.

"You're so cute when you are horny and frustrated," Marco said.

Dylan turned his head to look back at Marco. "NOW, please?"

Marco grabbed Dylan's knees to hold them up, giving him more room. He slowly entered Dylan, worried that he would hurt him, as he leaned forward to leave trails of kisses on his back.

Dylan reached to grab Marco's hands, intertwining them, as Marco's knuckles turned white from the pressure that Dylan was squeezing Marco's hand. It hurt Dylan like hell, but for some silly reason, holding Marco's hand helped.

"It's hurting," Marco said.

"It's okay, baby, it'll get better," Dylan said. "Just keep going."

Dylan heard Marco's apprehensive sigh.

"Honey, it's okay," Dylan told Marco. "It'll be worth it."

"I don't want to hurt you." Marco said.

"It'll hurt until I get used to it," Dylan said. "I'll be fine, go on."

"Okay.." Marco said, as he moved to press another inch into Dylan.

"Mmph," Dylan grunted.

Once Marco was halfway in, he paused before continuing, so Dylan could get used to him. He leaned onto him, tucking his head on top of Dylan's shoulder, as Dylan moved his head to meet Marco. They kissed each other slowly, their eyes sealed shut, overcome with the emotion in the kiss. While it may have just seemed like an ordinary fuck, it was really much more than that. In some ways, it symbolized Dylan belonging to Marco, as that's where Dylan always belonged, no matter where he was.

"Love you," Dylan muttered into the kiss, before releasing Marco's lips from his own.

Marco smiled, before giving him another peck on Dylan's lips. "Love you, too."

Marco got back up, and feeling that Dylan had gotten used to his size, Marco started to push himself more into Dylan.

"Does it still hurt?" Marco asked, putting a hand on Dylan's back, that was starting to develop beads of sweat on his skin.

"Not nearly as much."

Marco then pushed his entire length into Dylan, hoping this would make up for the pain.

"Oh." Dylan said, as Marco briefly touched his prostate. "Do that again."

Marco pushed into Dylan again.

"God, Marco," Dylan breathed. "That feels ama-zing."

Marco continued to pump in and out of Dylan, as Dylan's breath got slower and raspier. Dylan let go of Marco's hands and started to clench the mattress, as his toes started to curl into the mattress.

"Faster, baby," Dylan breathed.

Marco moved faster into Dylan, as he was starting to feel quite good himself. His breathing was also getting slower, and he could feel he was on the edge. Marco clenched Dylan's buttocks as he moved deeper and harder into Dylan.

"Holy fuck," Dylan whimpered into the bedsheets.

"That's it," Marco told Dylan, as he kissed the side of Dylan's neck.

Marco was getting closer and closer, and he clenched Dylan's butt harder.

Within moments, he spilled himself into the condom, before exiting Dylan, and turning him around. Dylan looked at Marco with a look of lust and desire. He was sweaty, but also incredibly turned on. He grabbed Marco, and kissed him full on the mouth, as Marco began to fondle Dylan. It didn't even take Dylan a full second to come, as he spilled on himself.

Marco moved to rest his head on Dylan's chest, as both of them were breathing quite heavily.

"Wow, Marco, that was just...wow."

"I guess I did okay, then?" Marco asked, looking into Dylan's eyes.

"Very much okay," Dylan grinned at him, kissing him lightly on the forehead. "Come on, let's get cleaned up."

Dylan got off the bed, and headed to the bathroom, as Marco removed the condom and put it in the trash.

After they cleaned themselves up, they both put their boxers back on, and got into bed. Marco snuggled into Dylan's chest, breathing his scent. Dylan hugged Marco close, breathing in his hair.

"I love you so much, Marco," Dylan told him softly.

Marco looked up at him. "I know you do."

Dylan looked down on Marco, moving to kiss him softly.

"Mmm," Marco said into the kiss.

Dylan cleaned his throat, breaking the kiss.

"What?" Marco asked.

"Don't you love me too?" Dylan asked.

"Oh, did you want me to say that?" Marco teased.

"Jerk!" Dylan exclaimed, flipping over, so his back was now facing Marco.

"Oh, come on, baby, you know I love you," Marco laughed. Marco slid his arms across Dylan's stomach, holding him tighter, putting his head into the nook of his shoulder. "Dyl..."

Dylan didn't say anything.

"I love you, soo very much, you're my life, you know that." Marco gave Dylan a peck on his shoulder, as he smoothed part of Dylan's hair a free hand.

Dylan turned his head to look at Marco. "That's better. But you're still a jerk, Del Rossi."

Marco grinned as he kissed Dylan, who couldn't help but smile.

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The aroma of crisp bacon awoke Marco from his deep slumber. Sliding some pajama pants on, and grabbing a t-shirt, he left the room, not noticing his boyfriend had dissapered into the hot shower. He went down the stairs, on the prowl for his bacon.

"Where's the bacon?" Marco demanded, pulling his shirt down, once arriving in the kitchen.

Ellie and Alex were sitted on one side of the kitchen table. Alex pointed towards the kitchen, were Paige was standing.

"Bacon!!" Marco shrieked, once he saw the crisp bacon on a plate next to the stove, as he skipped to where Paige was finishing cooking scrambled eggs. Marco started to grab a piece, before a spatula hit him smack on the wrist.

"Ow!" Marco frowned. "Come on, gimme my bacon!"

"No," Paige said. "You will have to wait. Sit down and I'll bring you a plate."

Paige chuckled to herself. "Hey, that rhymed! You will have to wait; sit down and I'll bring you a plate!"

Alex laughed at her girlfriend. "Paige, you're such a goof."

Marco pouted, before seeing waffles in his peripheral vision. "But--oooh waffles, too!"

"Go!" Paige gestured toward the table.

"Fine," Marco said. "You're so mean! Keeping me away from my bacon."

Paige laughed to herself, as she watched Marco take a seat at the table. While she thought Dylan was quite the dramatic one, Marco was just as bad.

Finishing the eggs, Paige got 4 plates of breakfast ready, leaving an empty plate for Dylan.

"Here you go, bacon lover," Paige told Marco, as she set a plate in front of him with eggs, a waffle, and 4 slices of bacon.

"Just four?" He asked, as Paige put a plate in front of Ellie, before getting two more plates, one for herself and Alex.

"Yes, you big bacon hog."

"But--" Marco pouted at Paige.

"Sorry, that doesn't work on me, Marco. If you want more bacon, you'll have to bribe my brother."

Marco sighed, diving into his breakfast, knowing full well his boyfriend would never share his bacon with him.

Minutes later, with his bacon gone, he heard steps coming down the stairs.

His boyfriend, looking fresh out of the shower, and hotter than hell, entered the kitchen, winking at him. Right before Dylan passed Marco's chair, Marco lifted his head up, signaling to Dylan he wanted a kiss. Dylan leaned down, and gave Marco a sweet kiss on his lips.

"Mmm, bacon," Dylan said, licking his lips, after tasting bacon on Marco's lips.

"I wouldn't sit next to Marco, if I were you, Dylan," Paige told her brother.

Dylan chuckled, as he walked towards the stove, where the remainders of breakfast were. "And why's that?"

"He's going to try to steal your bacon."

"Somehow I doubt that, sis," Dylan told his sister, as he removed a waffle from the waffle iron.

"Yes he will, won't you, Marco?" Paige asked, looking next to her at Marco.

Marco, however, paid no attention. He had turned towards the back of his chair, his eyes glued to Dylan's back, taking him all in. It was hard not to, especially since Dylan was wearing the only pair of jeans he owned that were quite tight in the posterior region. He was also wearing a black wife beater, that framed every muscle in his chest and arms quite nicely.

Dylan, who had finished filling his plate, was looking though the pantry.

"Paige, where's the jam?"

"Fridge, second shelf on the right," Paige told him, looking at Marco weirdly, as his eyes were still glued onto her brother's buttocks.

Dylan went to the fridge, in search for the jam he wanted for his waffle. By doing this, however, Dylan had pushed his butt outwards, causing Marco to go insane inside. Indistinctively, he growled, under his breath, or so he thought. Paige looked at Marco like he had gone crazy. Alex, hearing this, squirted orange juice through her nose, trying not to laugh. Ellie just rolled her eyes, pretending she didn't hear anything.

Dylan did hear Marco, and grinned to himself, grabbing the jam and shutting the fridge door. Walking towards the kitchen table, he noticed everyone's different looks. One of pure horniness from Marco, laughter from Alex, shock from Paige, and disdain from Ellie.

"Well, Paigey, as much as a flight risk my bacon will be near Marco," Dylan said, sitting down next to an embarrassed Marco. "I think I'll take the chance."

Dylan winked at Marco, who was looking down to avoid everyone's gazes, as he moved to face the table once again. Dylan kissed him softly on the lips, before whispering into Marco's ear. "You are so bad, Del Rossi."

Breakfast was relatively quiet, with Ellie discussing with Dylan a professor she had that Dylan had taken before he left for Switzerland.

"I'm going to the house later, I'll see if I can find my notes for you," Dylan offered.

"Really?" Ellie grinned. "You rock, Dylan!"

As they continued their idle chit chat, Marco had his eyes on Dylan's earlobe, for no real reason, other than he wanted to bite it. Even though there were roommates and siblings around, Marco didn't seem to care about anyone noticing. Marco just couldn't stand being this close to Dylan and not being able to touch him. That's all Marco wanted to do at that moment, just touch Dylan, all over his body.

Marco started by tracing invisible lines on Dylan's upper thigh and leg. At the moment that Ellie dropped her napkin, Marco took Dylan's earlobe in his mouth and bitingly sucked on it. Ellie didn't notice a thing, but Marco saw Alex out of the corner of his eye smirk at him.

"What are you doing?" Dylan hissed under his breath at Marco.

"Nothing," Marco whispered. "You're just so hot."

"Likewise, darling," Dylan smiled at his boyfriend. "But simmer it down."

Marco pouted at Dylan, as he went back to his conversation with Ellie. Marco knew he had to go about another approach to get what he wanted. With the hand that was still on Dylan's knee, he slowly moved it upwards towards his belt buckle. Dylan shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Stooop," Dylan told Marco, hissing in his ear.

Licking his lips at Dylan, Marco moved his hand and started to rub Dylan through his jeans. Normally, he would have just unzipped him and felt him through his boxers, but this wasn't the place for that. Dylan bit his lip forcefully, almost making it bleed, trying to fight his growing erection.

Not caring that they weren't alone, Marco began to talk, without thinking.

"You know, Dyl, we have another condom," Marco said seductively into Dylan's ear. It wasn't until after he said the words that Marco realized he said it out loud and hadn't whispered it like he thought.

After a short pause, he looked up to see Ellie's disgusted expression, and Alex's smug one. He didn't dare to look at Paige's expression.

"Oh, wow, thanks for sharing," Alex said, sarcastic as usual.

"Ok, you did not just say that, Marco." Paige looked at Marco.

"All right, that does it," Ellie said, getting out of her chair. "I'm going to the CORE. Before I throw up in my mouth even more."

Marco covered his reddened face with his hands, not wanting to look up, as he had completely mortified himself.

Del Rossi Nerves: Chapter 9

2008-04-14T05:34:26Z

Story: Del Rossi Nerves
Chapter: 9
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Rating: NC-17

Chapter 9
Dylan smiled into the kiss, grinning at his boyfriend's kisses. As much as he loved kissing Marco, Dylan had something else on his mind. Something that he desperately wanted, something he needed, something that was growing more and more obvious by the second.

Reaching for Marco's hand, he moved Marco's hand and placed it over his aching groin. Feeling Dylan's hardness, Marco's eyes suddenly opened wide, as he stopped moving his lips into his kiss with Dylan.

"Marco, please," Dylan said huskily, moving his lips towards Marco's ear.

Marco smirked teasingly at his blond boyfriend. "Please what?"

Dylan groaned. "Come on, baby, please, I can't take it much longer. Especially with you lying there, all, naked."

Dylan tried to reach down to fondle Marco, who was cleverly hiding himself as he was laying on top Dylan. Marco swatted Dylan's hand away.

"Hey!" Dylan looked at Marco, frustrated. "Come on, I want to touch it. I need you, Marco."

Marco didn't look convinced.

"Please...Marco! I'm horny as hell, and I know you have to be too. Let me see." Dylan made another reach for Marco.

Marco pulled away. "You wanna see?" Marco leaned towards Dylan's face seductively.

"Um, hello!" Dylan pointed to his erection that was pointing straight at Marco.

"You want to see my big-" Marco started to sway towards Dylan's lips erotically.

"Oh, god," Dylan leaned his head back towards the pillow behind him. "Marco, I seriously can't take this anymore."

"Hard-"

"Oh, that does it, Del Rossi."

Sitting up, Dylan pulled Marco down on the bed in an instant, pinning him underneath him, springing Marco's hardness free. Grinning at it, Dylan started to kiss at Marco's skin, slowly going further down until Dylan reached the destination he was seeking.

"Dylan, come on, now, this wasn't the plan," Marco said, trying to move Dylan's face from his lower stomach.

"So?" Dylan muttered into Marco's skin, before looking up at Marco. "I just want to see what a big boy you are."

"You wha-?" Marco asked, his jaw dropping.

Before Marco realized what was happening, Dylan's mouth was covering the tip of Marco's shaft, licking him like an ice cream cone.

"Dylan, no!" Marco exclaimed, pushing Dylan's mouth of of him.

Dylan whimpered. "Come on, baby, I just wanted to get some of your love juice."

Marco glared at his boyfriend. "Do not call it that! Why do you call it those stupid names?"

"Why, do you not like it?" Dylan grinned.

"No, I don't like it!" Marco exclaimed at Dylan. "My stuff is not love juice, sex potion, and it is most definitely not a jet plane stream!" Marco paused, before turning back to Dylan again. "And if you call it a flow of my hunk of burning love one more time, I'm going to smack you!"

"Come on, you have to admit that's a little bit funny." Dylan cocked his head to look at Marco, who was clearly frustrated. Sighing, Dylan put his hands on Marco's shoulders, rubbing them slightly. "Ok, look, I'm sorry, baby," he whispered into Marco's ear, leaning into his neck. "I'll stop with the silly phrases. I was just trying to lighten the mood." Dylan put his arms in front of Marco's stomach, hugging Marco into him.

"Dylan, it doesn't need lightening," Marco said, as he turned his head towards Dylan's at the crook of his neck. Marco sighed as he looked down, while his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks. "I'm sorry, I'm just really horny, and this isn't helping."

Dylan started to kiss Marco's neck gently, before he started to lightly bite the skin he was kissing. Before they knew it, Dylan had started to suck at his neck quite roughly, clearly leaving a mark.

Marco moved his neck and cupped his hand around the back of Dylan's neck, as the soft, blonde curls touched his skin. Marco leaned in to kiss Dylan sweetly, knowing it wouldn't be this sweet for long. Closing his eyes, Marco clenched his eyelids tigher, wanting to dwell deep into the kiss. Dylan responded in return, matching Marco's speed at first. Before long, Dylan was kissing Marco, hungrier than before. Marco opened Dylan's mouth with his lips, before diving his tongue in, with Dylan's tongue following very close behind his very own.

With hands moving all around their bodies, from their necks to their arms to their stomachs to their backs, the two could no longer control themselves. Dylan swung Marco's legs around his waist in a swift motion, before they both started to grind themselves on each other, barely even able to control their breathing.

Dylan pulled Marco down on the bed again, as Marco looked down on Dylan with pure lust and hunger. Though Marco was horny as hell, he was still concerned about Dylan, in regards with what they were about to do.

As Dylan massaged his testicles, Marco started to squirm and he pulled his legs to the sides of Dylan as he mewed in his throat at the sensations his boyfriend was giving him. After hearing one mew from Marco, Dylan growled under his throat and took Marco's mouth, hard.

"Now, Del Rossi," Dylan breathed into Marco's mouth, as he mauled him with his kisses.

Marco broke the kiss, and looked into Dylan's crystal blue eyes.

"You're positive?"

"Go slow and we'll be fine. I'll let you know when to go further." Dylan kissed his boyfriend passionately, combing his fingers through Marco's hair. Trying to slow his breathing, Dylan looked into Marco's chocolate eyes. "Just, please, baby. I'm going to burst if you don't do something soon."

Marco nodded in agreement as he slid his body past Dylan's stomach to get the contents that were lying on the nightstand next to them. Marco squirted some of the contents of the bottle he retrieved from the nightstand into his hands.

"This will be cold," Marco warned Dylan, looking at Dylan, as Dylan nodded in understanding.

Marco snapped the cap back on the bottle before tossing it aside. Separating Dylan's legs, Marco slowly slid a lubed finger into him.

"Holy fucking shit! That's cold!!" Dylan jumped, as Marco's finger slipped out of Dylan.

"Baby, I warned you," Marco said, looking up at Dylan.

"I know, but It didn't know you were putting a sheet of ice from the North Pole in my ass."

"Will you calm down? You do this to me all the time." Marco rolled his eyes.

"But it's really cold," Dylan whined.

"Stop being a such big baby," Marco told Dylan. "It warms up, you have to be patient."

Marco grabbed a pillow, and put it underneath Dylan, before spreading Dylan's legs once again. Firmly pressing one hand on one of his buttocks, he used his other hand to slowly lube Dylan. As Marco's finger entered him again, Dylan clenched.

"Dyl, just breathe, baby."

Dylan nodded as he looked down at Marco, as he bit his bottom lip.

Pushing his finger into Dylan at a turtle pace, so not to hurt him, the liquid that Marco was applying to his boyfriend finally warmed up.

"It's not cold anymore." Dylan stated.

"Duh."

Marco slowly added another finger, trying to widen him more.

"Ergh," Dylan winced.

"You okay?"

"Just hurts, that's all," Dylan replied, as he shut his eyes closed and turned his head from Marco.

Marco looked at him apologetically. "It's just like this for a little bit, it'll get really good soon.."

Finding the spot in Dylan that Marco was looking for, he started to rub it repeatedly until he felt Dylan relaxing.

"There you go," Marco whispered.

"Ohhh...Marco, wha- how--" Dylan fluttered his words.

"Told you it would feel good," Marco said, grinning, as Dylan started to make little whimpering noises.

Marco then slipped a final finger into Dylan, this time going all the way in, making sure to give Dylan's prostate a good massage. Dylan, whose breathing was getting heavier, could barely see straight, and his eyes fluttered.

"Oh, fuck, Marco, what are you doing to me?" Dylan wondered out loud, his chest rising and falling more rapidly by the second.

"Just sexing you up, honey," Marco replied.

Dylan whimpered louder in response.

"I think you're ready, baby," Marco told Dylan. "Let's turn you around."

Marco slipped his fingers out of Dylan, and turned Dylan around, so he was lying on his stomach. Marco turned to lay down on top of Dylan, just for a moment. Positioning his head on Dylan's shoulder, Marco lingered his lips over Dylan's tattooed shoulder. He kisses Dylan's skin in a trail of kisses from his shoulder to his neck, to finally his lips. Dylan kisses him back, hard, hungry, and extremely passionate. Dylan closed his eyes, as he combed his fingers through Marco's brown locks.

"Now, please," Dylan murmured into Marco's mouth, before sliding his tongue in. Marco smiled broadly in response. Reaching to the nightstand with his left hand, he grabbed the foil package. As soon as he gotten the condom package, he slid his right hand in front of Dylan's stomach, going further down, until he reached the underside of Dylan's excruciating hardness, which was already quite moist, as he continued further down and started to massage Dylan's testicles.

"Oh! Fuck me, Marco, are you trying to kill me?"

Continuing his exploration of Dylan's "twins," Marco opened the condom package with his teeth.

Letting go of Dylan, Marco leaned up at got the condom out and started to put it on his erection. "No, just trying to fuck you senseless that's all."

"Then what's taking you so bloody long?! I'm fucking horny here, I'm going to die if you don't fuck me soon!"

Marco laughed at Dylan's dramatic flare, as he reached for the tube of lube, before lubricating himself up, so he wouldn't hurt Dylan.

Putting each of his legs on a side of Dylan, Marco leaned back down onto Dylan, kissing him right above his entrance, before kneading his buttocks.

"Del Rossi!" Dylan yelled, not able to take Marco's excruciating long foreplay one second longer. "Your cock. In me. NOW."

Del Rossi Nerves: Chapters 7,8

2008-03-24T06:10:08Z

For static_star18, who has had a worse week than anyone should ever have to endure. *hugs*

Chapter 7
Marco slid back into his room, seeing Dylan's back to him. Dylan was laying on the bed on his side, with a sheet lightly covering his buttocks, in case someone other than Marco barged in. Marco grinned as he knew Dylan was butt naked under the sheet.
He closed the door behind him, and locked it, before he slid into bed next to Dylan. Marco slipped an arm across Dylan's stomach, leaning into the nook between his shoulder and neck, as he kissed Dylan's neck.

Dylan grinned as soon as he felt Marco's presence, closing the magazine, and throwing it on the floor, before turning to Marco.

"Hey," Dylan said, bringing Marco's face closer to his, before kissing him, sweet, yet almost hard and passionate as well.

"Mmm," Marco murmured into the kiss, reaching behind Dylan's head to hold him closer.

"So, any luck?" Dylan asked, breaking the kiss, regretfully.

"She will be mad at us for weeks, but.." Marco smiled, as he reached into the pouch of Dylan's hoodie, and brought out the two condoms he was able to get out of Ellie.

"Whoa, you got two?" Dylan asked, smiling brightly.

Laying on top of Dylan, Marco kissed Dylan. "Yes, one for you," Marco said, kissing Dylan again. "And one for me."

"Oh, really?"

Marco giggled, as he got up from the bed, placing the packages on the nightstand before removing his clothes. As Marco threw Dylan's hoodie into their closet, Dylan sat up to watch Marco strip. He was ogling at his boyfriend, but he didn't care. For Dylan, nothing was sexier than watching his boyfriend strip off his clothes in front of him.

Once he was naked again, Marco climbed on top of Dylan, removing the sheet that was covering up his boyfriend, before he pressed Dylan back down on the mattress. Circling his legs around Dylan's waist, he threaded his hands through Dylan's blonde curls before kissing him hard on the mouth.

Grinning into his boyfriend's kiss, Dylan opened Marco's mouth with his tongue. As Marco was moving his lower body onto Dylan's, Dylan pushed his tongue into Marco's mouth, frenching him deep.

Chapter 8
"Mm, Dyl," Marco breathed into the kiss, fingering his fingers through Dylan's curls.

Smiling, Dylan kissed Marco again, this time, looking at Marco while he kissed him. As weird as it seemed, Dylan loved to take a peek at Marco while he kissed him. There was just something in that moment looking down at Marco's intently closed eyes that made Dylan's heart thump even louder.

Breaking the kiss to catch his breath, Marco looked up at Dylan. "How are you so good at that?"

Dylan grinned. "I have a good test subject."

"Oh really?" Marco said, smiling to himself.

Dylan grabbed Marco by the neck, and kissed him hard on his surprised mouth.

"Dylan," Marco muttered into Dylan's mouth.

"Hmm," Dylan breathed, as he he let go of Marco's mouth, starting to kiss his boyfriend's neck.

"Dyl, come on." Marco gently pushed Dylan away and sat up.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Dylan asked Marco, sitting up from laying down on the pillows, confused.

"I'm not sure if this is okay," Marco said.

"Marco, we've had sex before. We just ran out of condoms." Dylan leaned back with his hands on the pillows behind him. "That box had 50 condoms in it, you know."

"Oh, no, no, honey," Marco said, leaning in to kiss Dylan lightly on the lips. "I didn't mean that, I meant the reverse way."

Dylan looked up at Marco's very concerned face. "Marco..."

"I don't want to hurt you, I'm really afraid I will, Dylan...I, I..just don't think this is such a hot idea anymore." Marco looked down at his legs, which were still wrapped around Dylan's waist.

Dylan sat back up, and leaned closely into Marco's face, looking into his brown eyes, as he touched his face sweetly.

"Marco..I love you, and this is something you want..."

"Not if its going to hurt you!" Marco looked back into Dylan's blue eyes with worry.

Dylan smiled at his boyfriend. "You're awfully sweet, babe. But this is something I want to do. I've wanted to try it, too. And it won't hurt me, if we go slow and prepare enough."

"I don't know, Dyl.." Marco trailed off, looking away, worried.

Dylan touched his chin, and moved Marco's face to look at him. "I'm not worried, Marco. I love you."

"I love you, too," Marco said, leaning in close to Dylan's face, looking into his eyes. Intertwining his fingers behind Dylan's neck, he pulled Dylan closer to him, seeking Dylan's warm breath of air. Marco suddenly kissed Dylan, kissing him as passionately as he could, keeping his lips closed.

My Marco: Chapter 18

2008-03-07T05:25:38Z

Title: My Marco
Chapter: 18, Marco's Forgiveness
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 6, "Sunglasses at Night."
Author's Note: This is the final chapter for "My Marco." This was my first story, and this is the story that got me to write Darco fiction. This was originally only going to be about 10 chapters, at the most. Due to the positive response I got from so many readers, I continued to write this. I am writing many more Darco stories now, and I have run out of ideas for this story. I have plenty of new ideas for "Del Rossi Nerves," and will be continuing to update that, along with some other one-shots.

I want to thank some people, that without them, this story would not be the length or quality it is today. First and foremost, kaitlinbell. It was her fiction that got me into thinking about the possibility of writing a story. I had never written any fiction before this story. Thank you so much for reading my first chapters, and helping me with the editing of some of the beginning chapters, as well as my first fluff piece. To puckbunnyxx, for her constant Darco support, and help in hockey terminology. To dylanfan87, who always gives me a review and has supported this story since its beginning. And of course to StrongatHeart, who is constantly bribing me with cookies for an update. Thank you as well to Anne, Haley Starlight, psumathgirl, javeygirl, marcolover, and all the wonderful darco fans (that I can't even begin to list) that keep this fandom alive, even when the writers want to destroy it.

Chapter 18: Marco's Forgiveness

Dylan heard two pairs of footsteps slowly approaching the entrance to the kitchen.

"Oh crap, there's Paige," Dylan said, picking Marco off the counter, and quickly making a dash for the chairs around the kitchen table.

The two boys quickly sat down, just as Paige entered the kitchen, with Alex following close behind.

Paige smiled sweetly at the two as she passed them to finish her cookies, not noticing that Marco's mouth was full with cookie dough.

Paige came to halt, when she saw the bowl she left of cookie dough was half gone. Paige turned around and glared at the two boys, whose backs where to her.

She walked around to Dylan's side, and stared at him with her arms crossed, and noticeable scowl forming on her lips.

Marco and Dylan were trying to pretend they didn't know Paige was there, or what she was mad about.

When Paige cleared her throat, Dylan looked at his side, trying to act surprised she was there.

"Hey, Paigey! When did you get here?" Dylan said, a little too loudly and excitedly at the same time.

"Dylan," Paige said, trying not to raise her voice, leaning in towards Dylan face. "Where is the rest of my cookie dough?"

Dylan frowned, trying to seem confused. "Cookie dough?" Dylan shook his head. "I haven't seen any cookie dough."

"Marco?" Paige asked, turning to look at him.

Marco looked to his side, frozen, as he still had some cookie dough in his mouth. He swallowed, which was very noticeable, and then looked up at Paige. "No cookie dough here!"

"Open your mouth, Marco."

"No!" Marco stuck his tongue out at Paige, which still had remnants of cookie dough, and stains of chocolate.

"You boys!" Paige threw her hands in the air. "I leave for 5 minutes, and I come back, and its all gone."

"Is not, we let some," Marco told Paige, pointing to her bowl.

"What's the big deal? You can always make more." Dylan said. "Plus, we needed it."

"What for?" Paige rolled her eyes at her brother.

"Because Marco and Ellie had a fight and he needed cheering up." Dylan replied.

"That doesn't explain why you ate the cookie dough, Dylan."

"Oh, um, well," Dylan stammered. "You see, it takes energy to cheer Marco up, and I needed more energy to complete that task, so I thought a sweet treat would give me said energy."

"The two of you," Paige said, slowly. "Are so full of crap!"

The door to Paige's door opened, as Ellie came out and passed everyone, without looking at anyone. Marco looked down at the floor, as his shoulders raised up in tension.

"So, I'm guessing the talk with Ellie didn't go too well?" Alex asked, speaking up.

"You could say that again," Marco muttered.

Dylan put his arm around Marco, rubbing his shoulder, as he kissed him above his cheek, below his forehead.

"I'm gonna go lay down," Marco said, as he got up from his chair.

He leaned down to kiss Dylan sweetly on the lips, before leaving the kitchen and going up the stairs.

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After helping Paige cook the remainder of the cookies, Dylan made his way up the stairs. He peeked into the room he shared with Marco, to find his boyfriend sound asleep. He was lying on his side, on top of the sheets, still fully dressed. Dylan sighed, wishing that the situation with Ellie wasn't so tense.

Dylan looked down the hallway to Ellie's room, which was halfway open. Deciding it was about time to get this out in the open, he walked towards Ellie's room, entering without even knocking.

Ellie looked up at the sound of her door opening from the history book she was reading. After seeing it was Dylan, she sighed, exasperated.

"What do you want?" Ellie said, quite rudely.

"You know, I was going to try to be civil towards you, but if you can't even do that, Ellie-"

"Look, I'm just a little agitated right now, ok?"

"Fine. But you had to know this conversation was coming." Dylan closed the door behind him and leaned against it.

"I really have nothing to say to you," Ellie said.

"So, you're not even sorry with the way you've been treating Marco?"

Ellie covered her head with her hands. She looked up at Dylan.

"I really didn't think you would come back," Ellie whispered.

Dylan moved to sit on Ellie's bed, facing the chair Ellie was sitting in. "Ellie, why on Earth would I not?"

"I thought you would be gone a couple years at least, I mean, it's hockey, right?" Ellie said. "And at the time, I didn't think what I was doing was wrong. I thought I was helping. I didn't know I was meddling. I thought my actions and suggestions was what was best for Marco."

"Ellie. First off, that's not how hockey works. You could be traded year to year. Some players do stay with the same team for years, but not always. I only signed with Switzerland for one season."

Dylan looked at Ellie, before he continued. "Ellie, look at me."

Ellie slowly turned around to face him. "I know you probably were trying to do what you thought might have been best, but ultimately, Marco decides what's best for Marco. Not you, not me, not Paige, not his parents. Marco."

Ellie nodded, looking down at the floor. "I know, Dylan. He just seemed so sad, so lonely.."

"And I wasn't? Ellie, have you ever been in a long-distance relationship?"

"Well, no-"

"That's what they are like, you are lonely, and sad, and depressed 100% of the time. Just because something isn't easy, Ellie, it doesn't mean you give up."

"Dylan, I don't know what I was doing. I messed up, okay?"

"It just makes me incredibly upset that you would think that we weren't happy! Just because we are apart and sad, doesn't mean we aren't happy. Just the fact you bluntly ignored everything Marco and I said before I left just--." Dylan paused, before continuing. "You were around, you knew what was being discussed. You forget that I didn't want to go to Switzerland!"

"I-I-"

"No, El, let me finish, please," Dylan said, standing up.

Ellie closed her mouth, before looking up at Dylan, sheepishly.

"Don't you know that I thought about him every day, every hour, every minute, and every second I was over there? That I wasn't as fucking miserable as he was? That I had just barely gotten the love of my life back, and I was separated from him yet again? Do you even know how hard it is to concentrate on hockey when your mind is thousands of miles away? I'm trying to be patient here, but Ellie, what you did, was, well, it burnt. Not just because of what you did to Marco, but how selfishly you regarding my relationship with him."

Dylan paused to breathe, as he started to walk around the room.

"I don't think you realize how much I love him. I'd quit hockey for Marco. I seriously would. And I don't think you know what that means." Dylan looked at Ellie. "I've wanted to be a professional hockey player since I was 6 years old, Ellie. Six."

Ellie looked at Dylan, sheepishly.

"But I would give it all away for that Italian in there, in a heartbeat. And I'd do it over and over again. That's how much I love him."

Dylan sat back down, breathing hard.

"I know how much you love Marco," Ellie whispered. "There's no excuse for what I did to Marco, and to you."

Ellie looked up at Dylan, tears forming on her eyes.

"And I'm so, SO sorry, okay? The last month, I've been trying to cover up all my problems. I'm not trying to rationalize what I did, Dylan, I know what I did was wrong. I'm so hard headed that lectures from three people, and it still didn't sink in what I was really doing. I thought I was helping the entire time, when I didn't even know I was hurting my best friend." Ellie's tears started to flow down her cheeks.

"Ell-" Dylan said, as he moved closer to comfort her. Ellie leaned into Dylan shoulders to cry. "Look, Marco and I both love you, okay? Everything will be fine, we just want you to realize what you've been doing, because we don't think you have been too apparent of your actions. Marco is still your best friend, okay? He's just upset, but with some groveling and apologies, it will be fine, okay?" Dylan rubbed Ellie's back in comfort.

Ellie gave a small nod into Dylan's shoulder, as his sleeve got wetter with Ellie's sobs.

"You're definitely the cooler Michalchuk," Ellie told Dylan, lifting her head from his shirt.

"I definitely agree with that," Marco said, coming into the room, smiling at Dylan.

"Marco!" Ellie turned around to see her best friend, and charged into him, hugging him forcefully.

"El, El-" Marco said. "Ribs, ribs, Ellie!"

"Oh, sorry," Ellie said, detaching herself from Marco.

"It's okay," Marco said, sitting down next to Dylan.

Ellie turned around, seeing the dampness she left on Dylan's shirt. "Oh, Dylan, your shirt--"

Dylan looked down at his sleeve.

"I'm so sorry-"

"It's fine, El," Dylan shrugged.

Ellie sat back down at the chair behind her desk.

"Ellie, I just want to say that I agree with what Dylan said. I don't completely forgive you yet, but I can't stay mad at you, as long as you know what you did was wrong, and our issues with it."

"I really am sorry, Marco," Ellie looked down.

"I know you are, and that's all I needed," Marco told Ellie.

"Why don't I make it up to you, and we can go to Dylan's first hockey game together?" Ellie grinned.

"Um, sure..." Marco looked at Ellie oddly, before looking at Dylan, who was trying not to laugh.

"What?" Ellie asked them.

"You are welcome to take Marco to one of my games, Ellie, but you're going to have to wait awhile," Dylan told her.

"Oh, when's the next game, next week?" Ellie asked, looking from Dylan to Marco.

"El," Marco said, leaning close to her. "Dylan doesn't start hockey again until September."

"Oh," Ellie frowned.

"You really know nothing about hockey, do you, Nash?" Dylan asked, smiling.

"Nope!" Ellie laughed.

Marco turned to his boyfriend. "You'd really give up hockey for me?" Marco whispered.

Dylan looked down to Marco, pulling him closer to him with his arm. "Yes, and over, and over again."

"I'd never make you do that," Marco said, nuzzling Dylan with his nose.

"I know, but I would do it," Dylan said, nuzzling Marco's nose. "Because you're my Marco."

THE END.

My Marco: Chapter 17

2008-02-25T01:28:29Z

Title: My Marco
Chapter: 17, Arguments & Cookie Dough
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 6, "Sunglasses at Night."

Chapter 17: Arguments & Cookie Dough

"Hey!" Marco and Dylan said in unison, at Ellie.

Ellie took a hold of Marco's shirt sleeve, and pulled him into Paige's room, the only empty room downstairs.

"What the hell, Ellie!"

Ellie closed the door behind her, and turned around to face Marco.

"Sorry okay, but I had to get your attention, Marco."

"What is so important that you had to interrupt me! I don't interrupt you when you're making out with Jesse, do I?" Marco asked angrily.

"I haven't been able to get your attention. You're always with him." Ellie said.

"Him??II You mean my boyfriend! My God, Ellie, not this, not again." Marco sat on Paige's bed putting his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Why didn't you tell me he was back!" Ellie hissed at Marco.

"Why??! Why do you think??" Marco said, standing up to face Ellie.

"How long has he been back?" Ellie asked, her jaw clenched.

"A week." Marco said.

"You had a week to tell me Dylan was back, and you didn't! Why, Marco. Just why??" Ellie asked.

"It had nothing to do with you. Plus, the way you regard Dylan in my life really doesn't make me want to tell you anything regarding Dylan." Marco said.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Let's see, you wanting me to get over Dylan even though we were still together, you trying to set me up with every guy on the planet, gay or straight, you dissing my boyfriend right and left, do I need to go on?" Marco crossed his arms, looking at Ellie, still quite mad.

"Look, I misjudged I guess. I really thought it was over! I didn't think he'd come back." Ellie said, her voice wandering off. "I don't get it."

"You obviously have never been in love." Marco said. "Until you grow up and start accepting Dylan as part of my life, leave me alone, and leave us alone."

Marco stormed out of Paige's room, into the kitchen, where he crashed into Dylan's arms, who was tasting Paige's cookie dough.

Dylan wrapped his arms around Marco, holding him close, breathing in his scent. He moved one arm and started to rub his back with it, trying to sooth him, as Marco was slightly shaking.

"You okay?" Dylan looked into Marco's eyes, using his finger to move his face upwards.

Marco shrugged his shoulders.

Dylan then picked Marco up and sat him on the kitchen counter. He put his left hand on the counter, and whisked his other hand through Marco's hair, as he kissed him sweetly, yet lovingly.

The tiniest of smiles escaped from Marco's lips, even as a small tear was watering his eyes.

Dylan wiped the tear away, and leaned in close to Marco's face. "No tears, okay," he whispered gently.

Marco nodded. "You taste like cookie dough."

"Oh, you want some?" Dylan asked, grabbing a spoon to dish some cookie dough out for Marco. "Paige and Alex went to the bathroom, or somewhere, and I don't think there's going to much left to make cookies with after you and I finish with it."

"I love you," Marco said, looking into Dylan's eyes.

Dylan's eyes gleamed back at him, as he fed Marco a spoonful of cookie dough.

"I know. I love you, too," Dylan told him, kissing his forehead.

"Man, that cookie dough is good," Marco said, swallowing his first bite.

"I know, and she just left it here, all out in the open!" Dylan said, getting another spoon. "Silly Paige."

Rainy Tears

2008-02-20T06:12:20Z

Title: Rainy Tears
Rating: PG
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 7, "Standing in the Dark."

Marco looked out towards in front of him, at the rain that was pouring down from the Toronto sky. On any normal day, Marco would be inside, away from the rain, especially since it would probably start thundering any minute. The sky was dark, the darkest of blue, almost black, with the clouds rolling around the sky, getting darker as the minutes passed. Sitting on his porch, he couldn't help but think how the clouds reflected his mood. The rain made him think of the sky crying, and that's all he really could think of doing: crying.

He couldn't believe how stupid he was to follow Ellie's advice in the first place. You don't let the love of your life go. You just don't. There was no reassurance he would be back. That they would even be together. And it was quite possible that he had just lost everything. Everything. Because to Marco, that's what Dylan was - everything. His everything. He honestly didn't know how empty his life was before he had met Dylan. Before Dylan, he didn't really live, or breathe, or feel. And now he was without the one person that made him whole, made him complete, and there was a good possibility he might have just lost that forever.

Marco looked up in the sky, with wet eyes, as the thunder rolled throughout the sky. He was shaking from the cold, but he didn't care. He stopped caring about everything aroud him as soon as he hung up the phone that one day with Dylan. He didn't care that his roommates thought he was starting to dress like a slob, or he rarely shaved or took care of himself. He hugged his hoodie to himself as a raindrop dropped on him. Marco didn't care if he got wet. He could drown for all he cared. Maybe then his heart would stop hurting.

The screen door behind him creaked open, and Marco knew it was Paige, without even looking. She sat down next to him with her very pink bathrobe around her, with towels in her arms.

"Marco, please come inside. You're freezing," Paige said, covering Marco up with a towel.

Marco quietly shook his head, not looking at her, simply sniffling as he kept looking out in front of him, seeing the rain continue to pour.

Paige combed a piece of hair behind his ear. "Hon..."

Marco put his head down between his knees. Marco's body started to shake, and Paige could tell he was crying.

"I miss him too," Paige simply said.

"I've screwed up, Paige, royally," Marco said, raising his head, to look at her, his cheeks stinging with his wet tears. "Why did I let Ellie convince me to break up with him? She might as well should have handed me death papers."

"I don't know why you did either, probably to shut her up." Paige looked at Marco sadly.

"And now--I've lost the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I-I-I..." Marco cried, looking up, his breathing getting ragged.

"Breathe," Paige told him, putting a hand on his back. "Marco, look at me."

Marco was still straining to breathe, but looked in Paige's direction.

"I don't know why you did what you did. I know it's taken a toll on you, the long distance. It's taken a toll on Dylan, too. Maybe you wanted to shut Ellie up. Maybe you thought it would be easier this way, not having to worry all the time. But hon, you are still worried all the time. I see you look at the papers, and online at the hockey scores and the Zurich weather. You're still caught up in him, and I don't blame you. It's actually so damn sweet." Paige paused to wrap the towel tighter around Marco. "But you aren't over, Marco."

"What?" Marco looked at Paige, very confused.

"I know you, and I know my brother," Paige said, smiling sweetly at Marco. "You two will never be over."

Noticing Marco's confused expression, Paige continued. "Never. Some people are lucky enough to find their other half, their one, whatever you want to call it. This recent separation proves that you two simply can not live without the other. And that's not a bad thing, Marco. It's unbearably romantic, and it makes me almost cry because you two love each other just so damn much."

Marco's eyes were still welled up with tears. "But Paige, I broke up with him. I didn't promise anything if he came back. I..just ended it, like the fucking idiot that I am."

Paige moved closer to Marco, and held him close. Marco leaned into Paige's shoulder, damping it quickly.

"I'm so sorry," Marco murmured.

"Shh, hon, it's okay."

"No, it's not," Marco said. "I'm not okay. I miss him so damn much, and my heart literally burns it hurts so bad."

"I know, Marco." Paige hugged him to her. "I know."

Marco continued to sniffle into Paige's shoulder, crying louder, as she rocked him back and forth.

"I'll make it okay," she whispered.

Del Rossi Nerves, Chpt. 6

2008-02-16T05:46:43Z

Title: Del Rossi Nerves
Rating: R
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 6, "Sunglasses at Night."
A/N: Want more? Then comment!!

"All the President's Men," Ellie replied. "It's for class."

"Can we watch?" Marco asked her.

"Fine. But no funny business." Ellie pointed to Marco.

"Ok, ok. We can behave. Can't we, Dylan?" Marco asked, looking up towards his boyfriend.

Dylan paused. "Um, sure..." He said, with much uncertainty.

Marco kicked Dylan in the knee.

"What?" Dylan mouthed to Marco.

Ellie shook her head, before turning back to the movie, with a notebook in her hand for notes.

After about 10 minutes, Dylan kissed Marco lightly on his forehead before heading upstairs. Dylan could never sit through the "boring drama movies" as he put it. Marco slightly frowned at the absence of his boyfriend, but didn't want to leave Ellie all alone, especially when it was becoming more obvious how he had been neglecting her.

Ellie understood that Dylan was only here for a short time, and Marco wanted to take advantage of that. She just got tired of hearing every syllable of it. After another 20 minutes, Marco got to get bored of the movie as well, as it took all his willpower not to fall asleep. Ellie wasn't even paying attention to her surroundings, and was completely surrounded by her legal pads and notebooks.

Marco quietly got up from the couch to go upstairs to find Dylan. Their door was halfway open, and before walking in, Marco could see Dylan. Laying on his stomach, Dylan was resting on their bed with his elbows on the mattress, like he was reading a book or magazine. His bare foot danced in the air occassionally, not aware that his boyfriend was watching him affectionately. Marco's eyes were focused on Dylan's buttocks, which were trapped in his hot, tight jeans.

Without making a sound, Marco entered the room, hoping not to be noticed. Grinning evily, he tickled the back of Dylan's foot that was laying on the bed.

"Ahh!" Dylan jumped, as he wiggled his feet. "Marco, you know I'm ticklish there!"

Marco laughed. "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist, you looked so hot." He crawled on the bed to lay to the side of Dylan, to see what he was reading. A NHL magazine, of course. He put his arm around his neck and brought him closer to his own face, before kissing him sweetly.

Dylan returned the kiss, slowly and gently, before putting his hand through Marco's hair.

"Mmm," Dylan breathed. "What was that for?"

Marco laughed. "Do you really need a reason?"

"No, of course not. Just surprised me, that's all," Dylan said, combing a piece of Marco's hair behind his ear.

"Isn't I love you enough?" Marco asked him.

Dylan grinned. "Of course," he told Marco, before kissing him again, this time more passionately. Dylan moved more towards Marco to get better access to Marco's lips. While their tongues were exploring each other, Dylan moved each of Marco's legs around his waist. Marco moved downwards on the pillows on the bed, making Dylan lean downwards to keep kissing him. Dylan started to move his hips slowly, making Marco's anticipation grow even more.

"Mmmmm, baby..." Marco murmured, diving his tongue right back into Dylan's mouth. Marco slowly moved the fabric on Dylan's back upwards, signaling to Dylan to remove it. Unlocking his lips from Marco's, Dylan had his shirt off in seconds, and swiftly took Marco's off before diving right back into their kissing.

Marco hands were placed firmly on Dylan's buttocks, forcing Dylan to crash into Marco more forcefully. Marco wanted more, and he wanted it right away. Marco moved his hands underneath Dylan's jeans, and then underneath Dylan's boxers, and started to knead Dylan's butt cheeks, which always drove Dylan wild.

"Ahh, oh, fuck. Marco."

Dylan quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down and off his legs, springing himself free. Marco started to do the same, but also was looking into the drawer next to the bed for protection. Grinning at what Dylan uncovered by taking his jeans off, Marco found the bottle he was looking for, but couldn't find any protection.

"Oh, fuck me," Marco muttered.

"Um, I'm trying to!" Dylan replied.

Marco turned back around towards Dylan, with a nervous expression on his face.

"What?" Dylan asked, concerned.

"We're out of condoms."

"What? You're kidding, right?" Dylan asked, inspecting the drawer that Marco had open. "Oh, fuck..."

Dylan suddenly looked at Marco and shifted his eyes towards the door.

"Dylan, she already thinks we're sex freaks. I don't think Ellie is going to give us a condom." Marco replied.

"Well, it's either ask Ellie or no sex. I vote for ask Ellie, because this isn't going away anytime soon." Dylan said, pointing towards his genitals.

Marco sighed. "Where's your hoodie?"

Dylan pointed towards the closet. Marco put his boxers and some sweats on, and then he put on Dylan's hoodie. At this moment, Marco was grateful Dylan was so much taller than him, as his hoodie went halfway to his knee on Marco, making it easy for Marco to hide things, such as what the lower half of his body was thinking.

Marco pounded down the stairs, to where Ellie was finishing up the movie.

"Hey, El!" Marco squeaked, when he got to the living room.

"What's with you?" Ellie asked, looking at Marco puzzled.

Putting his hands into the pockets, and stretching the hoodie out, Marco nervously asked what he desperately needed at that moment.

"I was wondering if I could borrow a...um, condom." Marco said, blushing.

Ellie turned to glare at Marco. "You've GOT to be kidding me!"

Del Rossi Nerves, Chpt. 5

2008-02-14T01:41:54Z

Title: Del Rossi Nerves
Rating: PG-13
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.

"Will you stop!!"

"What?" Marco giggled, removing his hands from Dylan's thick locks.

"I'm trying to drive here, you know," Dylan answered.

Dylan was driving himself and Marco back home from Marco's parents' house, after Dylan had destroyed Marco's sexual mood. The top was down of Dylan's convertible, making Dylan's hair move with the wind. This caused Marco to want to slide his hands through it, as he couldn't get enough of Dylan's curls, which were just recently dyed back to his natural blond.

"Yeah, but you're so sexy when you do that," Marco replied.

"What, driving?" Dylan looked at Marco like he had lost his mind.

"Yeah, and with your hair all...tossled."

Dylan turned his head to look at Marco, giving him that skeptical stare he sometimes does, usually when Marco was being weird, like he was now.

"Dylan, watch the road."

"It's a red light, Marco." Dylan pointed towards the light.

"Still." Marco said, looking at Dylan.

"You just want to oogle at my hair again." Dylan stated.

"No, I don't...I mean, not exactly." Marco said.

Dylan smiled sweetly at Marco, before taking his hand to kiss it. As the light turned green, Dylan joined their fingers together, driving the rest of the way with their hands locked together.

--

Marco was smiling into his kiss he was giving his boyfriend. His back was to the front door of their house, and he and Dylan couldn't stop giggling and kissing.

"Shouldn't--," Dylan started to say. "We," he continued, breaking for air during the french kiss Marco was giving him.

"Go, mmm," Dylan moaned, as Marco's went further into his mouth, exploring him. "Inside."

"Mmm hmm," Marco murmured, reaching behind him to open the door.

Once the door was open, Marco stepped inside backwards, putting his arm back around Dylan's shoulders to hold him close during the kiss.

Not paying attention to their surroundings, Dylan closed the door with his foot once they were inside, completely oblivious to the scowl on Ellie's face, who was on the living room couch, trying to watch the TV.

Ever since Dylan came back to visit for the holidays, Ellie couldn't get a moment of peace and quiet. They were always giggling and kissing, and if they weren't doing that, they were doing very loud things in the bedroom next to hers. Very loud things.

"Ahem," Ellie cleared her throat.

Marco and Dylan didn't even notice her presence, much less her attempt to get their attention.

Alex suddenly came down the stairs, and in seeing the two boys in liplock, started to protest.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, NO!" Alex shouted.

The noise coming from Alex made Marco and Dylan look up to see what the noise was that was disturbing them.

"What?" Marco asked, confused.

"No!"

"No, what?" Dylan asked, annoyed that his kissing session with Marco had come to an end, despite having his mouth and lips having a used and red coloring to them.

"You and your kissing. ALL the freaking time!" Alex threw her hands up in the air.

"And your smacking," Ellie pitched in.

"And your very disturbingly loud sex!" Alex exclaimed, pointing at the two boys.

Marco started to blush bright red. "Our what!?"

"Look, we love you guys, but can't you turn it down a notch? You guys are always on each other. And loudly. You two barely even break from each other to eat." Ellie explained.

"That is so not true," Marco said. "I'll have you know I went to the bathroom all by myself today."

"Oh, okay, well then that makes it all better." Ellie said, quite sarcastically.

"Let me get this straight," Dylan said. "You want us to be quiet, in our own house, that we are letting you live in?" Dylan raised an eyebrow.

Alex sighed, exasperated. "I knew you were going to throw that back at me. Dylan, it's not that, okay, it's just I'm trying to study for college exams here, and it's a little hard when the whole house can hear you two having raunchy sex."

"It's not raunchy." Dylan whispered.

"Why do you think Paige is gone all the time, hmm?" Alex questioned.

"How would I know, she's a busy lady." Dylan shrugged.

"Just think about it," Alex told Dylan. "I'm happy you are back, and I'm thrilled for you guys. But can you just tone it down a notch?"

"Fine, whatever," Marco said. "But there's nothing to tone down, you know."

Marco got a hold of Dylan's hand and dragged him towards the couch where Ellie was sitting.

Ellie scoffed, before laughing sarcastically. "Yeah, sure."

Ignoring Ellie's comments, Marco sat down next to her, as Dylan's arm wrapped his arm around Marco's shoulder. "So, what are you watching?"

Del Rossi Nerves, Chpt 4.

2008-02-11T06:31:55Z

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.

"What!?" Marco looked at Dylan, flabbergasted. "I am NOT!"

"Um, yeah...you are."

"You're lying."

"Are we seriously going to argue about this?"

"Yes, because I'm not big."

"Okay, fine, Marco, you're small, that's why I can't go all the way down on you," Dylan told Marco quite sarcastically. Dylan gently pulled Marco off him to a sitting position, as Dylan sat up, and leaned backwards on the bed with his hands.

"Don't be silly, Dylan. You've gone all the way down on me before."

"Oh really?" Dylan moved his head to the side to look at Marco. "When, exactly?"

"Well, there was..or.." Marco said, trying to think of a exact time. "Huh...."

"Interesting." Dylan retorted.

"Oh, be quiet, I just can't think of it, but I'm sure it's happened." Marco insisted.

"Ssure," Dylan said, nodding his head in fake belief.

Marco crossed his arms against his chest. "Hmph."

"Marco, you're being silly," Dylan said to his boyfriend, pressing him downwards on the mattress, before kissing him.

Marco turned his lips away from Dylan's as soon as Dylan's lips touched his. He turned on his side, facing away from Dylan, before grabbing two pillows, one for his head, and then he used the other one to cover himself up with, hiding himself from his boyfriend.

"Honey..." Dylan said, touching Marco's arm lightly, trying to get Marco to face him. He looked down on Marco's face, which Marco had covered up with his hands, so Dylan couldn't see his expression. Marco turned his head face down on the pillow, trying to hide his face so Dylan couldn't see how upset he was.

Dylan knew something was bothering Marco in the way Marco's shoulder blades stood up together, looking agitated. Dylan sighed, wishing now he hadn't even said anything. Dylan started to rub his hands over Marco's shoulder blades, trying to ease his tension. He heard a sniffle coming from Marco.

Dylan leaned into the crook of Marco's neck.

"Marco, what's wrong?" Dylan whispered, lightly lingering his lips over Marco's neck.

"I'm sorry I'm just so repulsive that you don't want me to have sex with you." Marco said, his voice muffled from leaning into his pillow, with sniffles coming out every other word or so.

"What?? Marco..." Dylan sighed, before leaning closer in towards Marco's ears. "Baby, I didn't say I wouldn't, I just was trying to let you know it might be a little different."

"But, if you say that I'm as big as some torpedo, which I still don't think is true, by the way, I don't want to hurt you. Besides, I can't be that much bigger than you. You're quite nice in that department."

"Nice? That's a new word for that," Dylan chuckled. "Look, if you want to try it, then let's try it. I just was trying to get you to understand it's not going to be the same."

Marco moved his head off the pillow to face Dylan. "Really?" Marco beamed up at his boyfriend.

Dylan winked at him. "Really."

Del Rossi Nerves, Chpt 3.

2008-02-06T06:01:06Z

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."

Del Rossi Nerves, Chpt 2.

2008-01-29T03:32:59Z

Title: Del Rossi Nerves
Chapter: 2/3
Rating: PG (for now, R/NC-17 later)
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.

"Marco!" Mrs. Del Rossi greeted her son, as Marco entered the kitchen with Dylan in tow.

"Hi, Ma," Marco leaned in to kiss his mother on the cheek, as she did the same.

"Where's Deelan?" Mrs. Del Rossi, asked.

Marco looked behind him, figuring out he had lost sight of his very nervous boyfriend.

"Oh, geez," Marco rolled his eyes, exiting the kitchen to find Dylan lurking behind the corner. "Seriously, Dylan." Marco grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the kitchen.

Mrs. Del Rossi looked from preparing the plates for dinner to see Dylan.

"Deelan, how nice to see you again," she greeted.

"Likewise, Mrs. Del Rossi," Dylan responded politely, shuffling his feet.

"Are you okay?" She asked, noticing Dylan's odd disposition.

"Oh, I'm just fine--"

"He's just a bit nervous," Marco interjected, taking Dylan's jacket off of him.

"Oh?" Marco's mother inquired. "How come?"

Marco motioned to the other room, where he knew his dad was probably watching something on TV.

"You don't worry about a thing, Deelan. He won't say a word, I promise, if he knows what's good for him. Besides, you make Marco happy. So you make me happy." She patted his shoulder, before heading back to the plates.

Dylan smiled sweetly. Marco went up to him to hug him from the side.

"See?" Marco said, looking into Dylan's eyes, and kissing him softly on the cheek.

--

After dragging her husband in to the kitchen to join everyone for dinner, Mrs. Del Rossi started to serve the chicken parmigiana that she had made. Marco had hinted to his mother that Dylan enjoyed that particular dish, though he wasn't too particular.

Small talk ensued, as everyone started to eat.

"So, Deelan, how is Switzerland?" Mrs. Del Rossi started to ask, to break the silence.

"Oh, it's fine, good. Very...German." Dylan replied.

"They speak Italia there, too, don't they?" Mr. Del Rossi suddenly interrupted.

"Well, mostly on the Italian side, which is a bit away from Zurich. Large majority of Switzerland speaks German though, unfortunately," Dylan said, raising his eyebrows.

"Told you to take German," Marco muttered.

"No you, didn't, Marco," Dylan said, confused. "You told me to take Italian."

"No, I didn't. You didn't even take Italian anyway."

"Yes, you did, my God, Marco."

"I did not."

"You did too."

"Did NOT!"

"Did TOO!"

All the sudden, they heard laughter coming from Mrs. Del Rossi.

"Ma? What are you laughing at?" Marco asked, turning his head towards his mother.

"You two, you too cute."

Mr. Del Rossi grimaced at his wife's remark, but since he promised to be civil, he did not say anything.

"What other languages do you know?" Mr. Del Rossi asked Dylan.

"Well, I ended up taking French, actually," Dylan told him.

"Which you cheated in," Marco tried to mutter.

"Excuse me?" Dylan asked his boyfriend.

"You totally cheated. Not only are you partially fluent in French, you have a second cousin that visits your family ever summer from France!"

Dylan tried not to grin at his boyfriend, as he was purposely trying to argue with him.

"Ok, for the last time, she's from Belgium, not France!" Dylan said, sitting back, trying to act exasperated.

Marco grinned at his boyfriend, he loved to tease him, as it was just too easy. Marco started back to eat, and he could have sworn he saw his father chuckle to himself from his peripheral vision.

"How long will you be in ah, Switzerland, for, Deelan? Permanent?" Mr. Del Rossi asked.

Mrs. Del Rossi glared at her husband.

Marco slowly paused, before covering his mouth with his hand. "Pa, will you please be nice?"

"No, it's okay, I actually do get asked that alot," Dylan said, reaching under the table to hold Marco's hand. "But, no, this isn't a permanent assignment. I only signed on for one season, and when the season ends, they'll look over my progress and either extend my contract or reassign me somewhere else."

"You a good hockey player, though. You be extended, I'm sure. We all hope so," Mr. Del Rossi said.

"No, we don't," Marco bluntly interjected.

"What?" Mr. Del Rossi shrugged his shoulders and held up his hands defensively. "I'm just saying - career-wise - it would be good for Deelan to stay in Switzerland."

Mrs. Del Rossi had been glaring at her husband for several minutes now.

"Perchè non potete essere calmi? Vi ho detto di comportarsi! L'arresto giusto e li lascia soli. Sia felice per il vostro figlio. Non potete vederli siete felici? Ottenga fuori del vostro alto cavallo ed appena accettilo per chi è ed il suo boyfriend. buoni insieme! Chiuda la vostra bocca grande."

("Why can't you be quiet? I told you to behave! Just stop and leave them alone. Be happy for your son. Can't you see he is happy? Get off your high horse and just accept him for who he is and his boyfriend. They good together! Shut your big mouth.")

Dylan looked back and forth at Marco's parents, wondering what they were saying, as he knew very little Italian. Marco smiled at his mother, as he got up to take his plate to the sink.

"Grazie," Marco said, as he kissed his mother's cheek, right after Mrs. Del Rossi winked at Dylan. "You two go relax, I'll clean up."

"Marco, you sure?" Mrs. Del Rossi asked.

"Of course, go, go." Marco waved his hand at her.

As Marco's parents left, Dylan got up to help Marco with the dishes. Dylan snuck behind Marco to kiss his neck, as he wrapped his arms around Marco's waist.

"Dyl, that tickles," Marco said, starting to giggle.

"Care to translate that Italian for me?" Dylan asked Marco.

"If you took Italian, you would know." Marco tried to say with a straight face, with little success.

"Oh shut up, you sexy little minx." Dylan started to nuzzle Marco's neck. "Tell me."

"She told him to shut up and be happy for me, with a few harsh words in between."

"Wow, go Mama Del Rossi," Dylan said, moving to Marco's side, to help him dry dishes off.

"She is quite awesome," Marco agreed. "Quite the badass at times."

Dylan looked at Marco, leaning in to kiss his lips. Marco returned this kiss, but quickly broke away, as he looked behind his shoulder. "I'll admit its better, Dyl, but he's still far from comfortable with it."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Dyl," Marco looked up at him, as Dylan looked back at him. "Don't be sorry about that. Never be sorry for that. You know I love that, its just Pop.." Marco trailed off.

Dylan touched Marco's shoulders, beginning to rub his muscles. "Oh, baby, I know..."

Once the dishes were done, Marco and Dylan ventured into the living room. Marco's mom came towards them in a rush.

"Oh, Marco, your father and I are going to the movies. Just lock up when you leave." Mrs. Del Rossi kissed Marco's cheek. She turned to Dylan, to do the same. "So nice to see you again, Deelan. You take care of my boy, will you?"

"With all my heart," Dylan replied, turning to kiss her on the cheek as well, smiling at Marco's mother, as she touched Dylan's cheek.

Dylan's mother grabbed her husband, and rushed him out of the house, not giving him a chance to say bye.

Marco turned around to face Dylan. "Did my mom....," he said slowly, "just leave us in the house alone?"

"Sounds like it," Dylan replied, looking at Marco, who was smiling bigger by the second.

Del Rossi Nerves.

2008-01-24T06:31:42Z

I have about 3-4 fics in my head, that I will try to start working on...until then, here's the start of one I started just now. I normally would wait till I finish it, but since it's been so long, you get a treat.

The idea comes from the rp I do, but just never wrote or posted it.

Dylan was nervous. More nervous than usual.

Marco looked over at his boyfriend, who was clenching the steering wheel, making his knuckles turn white.

"Dylan, will you calm down-" Marco told him, trying to unclench Dylan's fingers from the steering wheel.

Dylan glanced at Marco, from the side of his line of vision.

"I can't, I've tried," Dylan said, as he pulled to a stop, and put the car in park.

"Babe, I told you everything will be fine," Marco said. "I talked to Mom, she promised everything would go fine."

Marco opened the door to his side of the car, and started to walk up the sidewalk to his parents' house. He looked behind him, noticing Dylan was still in the car.

Marco sighed, and shook his head, as he headed back to the car, going to the driver's side. Dylan removed the keys from the ignition. Marco leaned on the side of the car, as the windows were pulled down. He crossed his arms and rested his head on them, looking intently at his boyfriend.

"You know, I'm the one that should be nervous, not you," Marco told him.

Dylan looked up at Marco. "It's just before, I was just Paige's brother...but now, your dad knows. I don't know, I'm being silly, but it's just different, and I'm all nervous now."

Marco reached up to tuck a loose curl behind Dylan's ear, finding any excuse to touch Dylan's hair. He leaned in to kiss Dylan on his lips, which Dylan gladly returned.

Dylan looked at Marco, confused. "What was that for?"

"Let's just say I find you quite cute, being all nervous," Marco smiled.

"Seriously, Marco. I mean, he knows I'm the boyfriend now. He knows we're living together, sort of. What if he asks a bunch of questions? What if he asks about sex? Or what if he just says homophobic comments all night?" Dylan rubbed his head.

"Dyl.."

Dylan didn't look up.

"Dylan."

Dylan looked at Marco.

Marco leaned forward, and kissed Dylan again, this time with more pressure. After letting go, he looked at Dylan straight in the eye. "If Mom says it's going to be fine, it's going to be fine."

"I don't know.."

"Just trust me," Marco whispered. "It'll be fine."

"I think I may need more convincing," Dylan said, smacking his lips together, wanting another kiss.

"You think you're funny, don't you." Marco said opening the door to the car. "We don't want to be late, come on."

"But-"

"Dylan, come on. You don't arrive late to the Del Rossi's." Marco said, pushing him toward the sidewalk.

Dylan started to make whimpering noises, as he locked the car and walked towards the door. Marco followed him, trying not to grin at his silly boyfriend. As they got to the door, Dylan leaned against the wall next to the front door, and pouted.

"That's soo not going to work, Dylan," Marco said, reaching for his keys.

Dylan tilted his head, so Marco could see the sad expression on his face.

"Stoooppp," Marco said, starting to laugh and grin.

"It is so working." Dylan smiled.

"Oh, shut up," Marco grinned, turning to grab Dylan and kissed him hard on the mouth, sliding his tongue in. He pulled away, somewhat reluctantly.

"Happy now?" Marco asked Dylan, finding the key to the house.

"Yes," Dylan beamed at him.

Marco unlocked the door, and opened it, grinning to himself at Dylan's antics, as he reached for Dylan's hand and led him inside behind him.

Ficlet: Christmas Presents

2008-01-16T04:00:56Z

Title: Christmas Presents
Rating: R/NC-17
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 6, "Sunglasses at Night."
A/N: Originally written for a roleplay, but thought I would post this since I haven't written that much fanfic lately..

Christmas Presents.
Marco was the first to wake Christmas morning. This wasn't surprising to him at all, because he never could wait for Christmas morning to arrive. Even when he was little, he was always the first one down the stairs to see what Santa had brought.

Right now, Marco could care less about Santa. All he could think of was the gorgeous hockey player that had wrapped himself around Marco. Marco liked to watch Dylan sleep, for some reason. The way his chest rose and fell, as his eyelashes fluttered on his cheeks. Marco reached up to tuck a lose curl behind Dylan's ear. Marco looked over at Dylan's alarm clock at the ghostly red letters. He had to be back home in under an hour. His parents were normally late risers on the holidays, which would explain why Marco was usually the only one up on Christmas morning.

Marco was starting to feel twitchy about leaving, and wish Dylan would wake up soon. Marco tried to nudge him awake, but nothing worked. An evil grin appeared on Marco's face as he looked under the covers. Being wintertime, both Marco and Dylan were warmly dressed. If it was summer, they would be wearing only boxers, if that. His eyes gleaming, Marco moved his hand underneath Dylan's flannel pants, and started to rub him.

Blue eyes instantly appeared, shocked.

"Marco, do you mind? Trying to sleep here, and your hands are cold as ice." Dylan said, removing Marco's hand out of his boxers.

Marco pouted. "Aw, come on, Dyl...It's Christmas." Dylan looked at Marco, laughing at his attempt to be pitiful. "Plus I have to leave soon if I want to make it back in time."

"If you really want your Christmas present, it's in the closet. You didn't have to turn my testicles into ice cubes." Dylan said.

Marco moved to sat on Dylan, facing him. "Dyl...."

"What?" Dylan grinned.

Marco knew Dylan knew exactly what Marco wanted, but Dylan just couldn't resist teasing his boyfriend.

"Please? Come on," Marco said, looking at Dylan's lips. "I barely saw you yesterday, and I won't see you..." Marco kissed Dylan on the lips quickly, before continuing. "until...," kissing Dylan again, "tomorrow."

"What, you're guilt tripping me into sex now?"

"Maybe." Marco wiggled his eyebrow sexily.

Dylan reached up to put his hands in Marco's hair, dragging him closer to him, kissing him longly. Marco returned his kiss, parting his mouth open with his tongue. Dylan slid his tongue into Marco's mouth, tasting him. Dylan stopped the kiss for a second to catch his breathe.

Before he knew it, Marco had started to grind himself onto Dylan's crotch, making Dylan forget the cold completely. Blood had rushed up to his brain, making him breathe very heavily, as he looked into Marco's chocolate eyes as Marco moved on him, bringing him to an erection.

"God, I can never resist you," Dylan breathed into Marco's neck, nuzzling him.

"Good," Marco grinned, pulling Dylan's head up and kissing him hard on the mouth. With one shift motion, Marco was nude from the waist down.

Dylan could never figure out how Marco could continually get undressed so fast.

"How?" Dylan whispered, flabbergasted.

"What can I say? It's a gift." Marco replied, before continuing to maul Dylan's lips.

"Marco-" Dylan tried to say through the kisses.

Marco ended the kiss. "Shhh." Marco grabbed the waistband of Dylan's boxers and pants, and moved them down to Dylan's lower thighs, springing Dylan's excitement into the cold air.

Marco grinned to himself, as he leaned forward to open the drawer on Dylan's nightstand by the bed. He got the two items out, and shoved a bottle into Dylan hands. Marco unwrapped a package and slid the contents of the package onto Dylan.

Dylan leaned Marco backwards on his back, and squirted some of the liquid from the bottle into his hands, as he put the bottle aside. Marco started to breathe heavily as Dylan got Marco ready. Once he was done, Marco leaned back up, and slid slowly onto Dylan's length. Once he had Dylan all the way inside, Marco leaned closer to Dylan, and kissed him sweetly. Dylan responded by passionately kissing him hard on the mouth, his tongue darting into Marco's mouth.

Dylan moved his hands to the back of Marco's buttocks, kneading them, which just made Marco quite friskier.

"Uhh," Marco murmured, as he started to move up and down on Dylan, moaning each time Dylan found that soft spot in Marco that drove him wild.

Dylan stopped the kiss to grin, mostly to himself. He never understood why the sounds that Marco made during sex made him so horny. Dylan growled in the back of his throat before tasting Marco's neck.

"God, Dylan." Marco breathed harder and heavier, trying to catch his breath, before he couldn't resist anymore. After a couple more thrusts, Dylan came quite explosively, followed immediately by Marco.

"Marco, my shirt."

"I'm sorry, you should have taken it off. You know how I get."

Dylan smirked, pulling Marco off of him, and turning him on his back to kiss him. Marco then rolled the condom off Dylan, and threw it in the trash. Grabbing a small towel, he threw it to him. Marco found another small towel, and cleaned himself up as well.

Dylan got off the bed, pulling his pants up, as he tried to clean up the mess Marco created on his shirt. He did the best he could to clean it off, but the stain was still quite obvious as to what it was. Marco, reclining on the bed, putting his pants back on, admired Dylan as Dylan took his shirt off. Marco started to roll his tongue across his lips, which Dylan saw in the corner of his eye.

"Oh, stop. It's not like you've never seen me without a shirt on." Dylan said, as he grabbed an old shirt out of his closet, without opening the closet door too wide, as Marco's present was in there.

"I can't help it if you're one sexy beast," Marco said, admiring Dylan's tattoo.

"Speak for yourself," Dylan replied, putting on an old T-shirt from his high school hockey team. Dylan sat on the bed next to Marco, pulling Marco closer to him in his arms.

"Merry Christmas," Dylan whispered into Marco's ear.

Marco's eyes widened. "Christmas!" Marco jumped out of the bed, looking for where he put Dylan's present.

"What?" Dylan said, laughing at Marco, at his sillyness.

"Presents!" Marco replied excitedly, finding Dylan's present underneath his hoodie that he had dropped on the floor the night before. "Aha!"

Dylan chuckled at his boyfriend, as he got up to get Marco's present out of the closet. He reappeared with a medium boxed that was wrapped almost too perfectly. Marco secretly wondered if Paige helped Dylan wrap his gift.

Dylan and Marco retreated back to the bed where it was warm.

"You first," Dylan said. "I hope you don't think it's too corny. I tried..I mean, I hope you don't hate it." Dylan brushed his hand through his hair, before handing the wrapped gift to Marco.

"Dylan," Marco said slowly, cocking his head towards Dylan. "I'd like whatever you gave me, even if it was stones or coal or..well, you get my point."

Dylan smiled at his boyfriend. "You're sweet. But I still hope you don't find it too corny."

"Oh shush," Marco said, starting to open the gift. Marco tore the green and red wrapping paper off, to uncover a shirt box, that was taped together. He took the lid off the box, and found tissue paper. Under the tissue paper, he found two hockey jerseys, separated by some more tissue paper. They were both Swiss hockey jerseys. "Hey, cool."

Marco held the first one up, noticing it was quite large for him.

"This is why I thought it might be corny. That's the jersey I sort of just wore around when weren't practicing or playing games. And it hasn't been washed, but it....smells like me. And I thought maybe you wanted something with my scent, for when I'm not around." Dylan looked down, a little nervous that Marco would think his gift is too weird.

"Dyl," Marco grinned as Dylan looked up. "I love it."

Dylan smiled sheepishly. "And the other one is just like that one, but it's your size, and is clean," Dylan told Marco as Marco took the other jersey out of the box.

"Oh, sweet," Marco said, examining the jersey. He turned it around to find Dylan's last name on the back of it, with his number. "Hey, cool!"

"So, you like them?" Dylan asked.

"Baby, it's great. I love it. Come here," Marco said, leaning forward to give Dylan a sweet kiss as he cupped Dylan's cheek.

Dylan smiled into the kiss, kissing Marco back. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Marco replied, giving Dylan another sweet kiss. Marco got his gift for Dylan, and handed it to him. "Open."

"Demanding, aren't you, Del Rossi?" Dylan teased. Dylan swiftly tore open the package that was wrapped with blue and white wrapping paper covered with snowflakes. After getting tape stuck to his finger, Dylan uncovered a small, but thick, photo album.

"Look inside," Marco urged him.

Dylan opened the book to uncover a full album of pictures. It started with pictures of him, very young, with skates on with a hockey stick. Then it went to family picnics, some of a very young Paige and himself. One even was of a 2 year old Dylan next to their Mom holding Paige as an infant. "How in the world did you find these?"

"Your mom helped me." Marco looked at Dylan, who was grinning at the pictures in amazement. "I know we don't know how long you will be over there, and most of your stuff is still here, but I thought you might want to have pictures of everyone in your life while you are over there."

"Are you in here?" Dylan asked, flipping through the pages.

"Yes, keep going."

Dylan flipped through the album. It went from junior hockey games to various awards, and then it finally got to the point where he had met Marco. Dylan moved to cross his legs while sitting on the bed next to Marco. He smiled at grinned as he looked at each photo. "I really love this, Marco." Dylan moved to put his arm around Marco, hugging him close. Dylan kissed him on the forehead, before he flipped to the last picture. They both paused for a minute to look at it.

Dylan touched the clear plastic covering the photograph. It was the last picture taken of them before Dylan left for Switzerland. It was an incredibly sweet picture, but heart breaking at the same time. They were grasping each others hands so tight, all of their knuckles had turned white. They were at the airport saying goodbye. They both had tears in their eyes, and their faces were nuzzled into each others. It was heartbreaking to even look at, not because of the memory, because that scene was going to happen again, and fairly soon.

Dylan sighed long and heavy. Marco looked up at Dylan, knowing what he was thinking. Marco reached up to kiss his lips, and Dylan responded heavily, and quite emotional. "I don't want to go back, Marco."

"Shhhh," Marco said, rubbing the back of Dylan's neck. "You know you have to. We discussed this."

"But--"

Marco interrupted Dylan, kissing him again. "No."

Dylan sighed again. "Dyl, come on, it's Christmas. We still have lots of time together."

"I know, it just sucks." Dylan looked at Marco. "Thank you for the album. I love it. I really do."

Marco smiled at Dylan, who returned the smile. Dylan hugged Marco close, nuzzling him with his nose.

"That tickles!" Marco giggled, as he looked at the clock. "Oh, crap, I'm gonna be late!"

Marco leaped off the bed, and put his heavy hoodie on him, and started to rush out Dylan's door.

Dylan grabbed him around the waist, and turned him around. "Where do you think you are going?"

"Babe, I'm gonna be late. Let me go, Pop will kill me."

"Not without a kiss."

Marco chuckled to himself, before relenting. "Oh, okay, you pulled my leg."

Marco reached up to give Dylan a proper good-bye kiss, as Dylan kissed him back passionately, and with a little tongue.

"Mmm," Marco said, regretfully ending the kiss. "I really have to go. I'll see you tomorrow."

Marco gave him another quick peck on the lips, and gave Dylan a wink before exiting Dylan's room and into the cold air of Toronto.

Ficlet: Airport Reunion

2008-01-16T03:40:16Z

Title: Airport Reunion
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 6, "Sunglasses at Night."
A/N: Originally written for a roleplay, thought I would post this since I haven't written that much fanfic lately..

Airport Reunion
It was exactly noon when Marco walked out the door of their house. He walked to the back where Dylan’s car was nicely tucked under a cover outside the garage. Marco pulled it off, to reveal the black sport car with red racing stripes. Marco threw the cover in the garage. He wiped the palm of his hands on his jeans. He was so nervous. He had been impatiently waiting this day for a week, and now that it was here, he couldn’t stop twitching and sweating. He started to pace around the side of the car. The door opened that connected the garage to the kitchen, revealing Alex.

“Marco.” Not hearing her voice, Alex walked closer to him, stopping his pacing by standing in front of him.

“Oh, Alex. Hey.”

“Dude, you have got to chill out. Why are you so nervous?” Alex said, shaking his shoulders.

“I don’t know! I’ve been eager about this all week, and now I can’t stop sweating,” Marco told her, starting to motion with his hands. “Why can’t I stop sweating?” He turned to Alex. “Alex, why can’t I stop sweating!!”

“Marco, calm down,” Alex said, resting her hands on his shoulder, stopping him from pacing. “You have nothing to worry about. Marco, look at me.”

Marco looked up to Alex.

“Everything will be fine. This is Dylan, okay?” Alex said, heartfelt. “The love of your life, you know?”

“I know,” Marco breathed.

“Once you see him, everything will be fine. Just breathe and try to calm down. You’re just excited, so you’re sweating and getting nervous, that’s all.”

Marco leaned towards the car, putting his hands on the side of the hood. He took a deep breath out, and then inwards again, repeating this process several times.

“Ok, you’re right. I’ll be fine once I see Dyl,” Marco said. “Ok, ok..”

Alex opened the door to the driver’s seat. “You sure you’re okay to drive?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, Lexie.”

“Then what are you waiting for, punk?” Alex grinned, pushing Marco in the car.

Marco laughed as he closed the door and started Dylan’s baby up. Alex leaned on the car door, looking into Marco’s eyes, dead-serious.

“Stop sweating and shaking. Dyl will be here soon, ok? Now go get your boyfriend so you two can make out.”

Marco chuckled, as he grinned at Alex.

“Alex?” He asked, tilting his head, as Alex stood up.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks,” Marco said, genuinely.

“No, problem,” Alex winked, as Marco backed out of the driveway.

---

Marco was almost late, due to the horrible traffic to the airport, mostly due to the holidays. Most of his nervousness had disappeared, because all he wanted at that moment was Dylan. He looked at the screen, and found Dylan’s flight, which was supposed to arrive at 2:00. He found Dylan’s baggage claim, thankful he wasn’t late.

Marco sat down to rest against a pillar, next to the baggage claim that was in clear view of the screen monitoring all the flights. Dylan would be there any minute now.

Dylan saw Marco before Marco saw him.

“Marco...” Dylan whispered, mostly to himself.

Marco finally turned his head in the other direction, seeing Dylan. He smiled widely, as he got up and started to run towards Dylan, as Dylan did the same, grinning happily.

“Dyl,” Marco whispered.

As he got within a foot of Marco, Dylan dumped his bag on the floor. Before Dylan could even react, Marco jumped into Dylan’s arms, wrapping his legs around Dylan’s waist. As Dylan grabbed a hold of Marco’s butt, Marco threaded his fingers through Dylan’s hair, kissing him hard, passionate, and deep.

Oneshot: Dylan's Fear

2007-12-30T06:11:22Z

Title: Dylan's Fear
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 7, "Death or Glory, pt. 2"
A/N: Very short little story about Darco and Hip-Hop. In a quite silly mood, which resulted in this story.

One Shot: Dylan's Fear
"Paige, have you seen Hip Hop?" I asked Paige, who was cooking in the kitchen.

"No, hon, I haven't." Paige looked at me suspiciously. "Why aren't you upstairs having reunion sex with your boyfriend?"

I laughed. "Oh, I tried. But your silly brother fell asleep!"

"Oh, poor you."

"Tell me about it. I'm horny as hell."

"Give Dyl a little break, Marco. He just got back from a 14 hour flight."

"I know, I know. I'm just giving him a hard time. I'm just glad he's home."

All the sudden, there was a loud thump from upstairs.

"What was that?" Paige asked.

All the sudden we heard feet coming down the stairs.

"Marco! Marco!" Dylan said loudly, before coming into the kitchen. "There you are." Dylan seemed out of breath.

"What's with you?" Paige asked her brother, confused.

"Marco - why is there," Dylan said, pausing. "A BUNNY in our room???"

"Oh, Hip Hop!" I exclaimed. "You found him!"

"You named it??" Dylan asked.

"You don't like the name?" I asked, getting sad.

"No, it's quite..clever. But Marco, it's a bunny."

"Here we go." Paige said, rolling her eyes.

"What's going on?" I asked them.

"Dylan has a small aversion to bunnies on occasion."

"I don't hate bunnies, they just creep me out! The hop around with that white ball between their ass. Something just isn't right. From a distance they are fine. But close up..." Dylan shuttered.

Hip-Hop started to hop into the kitchen, probably looking for a carrot.

"Oh no," Dylan said, moving quickly to hide behind Paige.

"Dylan, seriously, you're 21 years old. It's just a rabbit!" Paige exclaimed.

"Dyl, you can't be serious. You're afraid...of a bunny?" I asked him.

I picked up Hip-Hop and put him in front of Dylan's face.

"Ehhhhh," Dylan almost shrieked.

"Dyl, look at him, isn't he just perf?"

"No! Look, I'm back, so you don't need a pet anymore. I'm you're pet." Dylan said, amazingly, with a straight face.

Paige snorted loudly, giggling.

"Oh, and you're so perf." I told him.

"Perf!? If you say that one more time, Del Rossi, I'm going to take you upstairs, and well.."

"Well, what?" I asked, arching my eyebrow, putting Hip-Hop down on the floor.

"Fuck you senseless for trying to replace me with a stupid bunny," Dylan muttered under his breath, but I heard him.

I grinned. "Perf."

"Oh, that does it, Del Rossi." Dylan grabbed me by the waist and flung me over his shoulder, as I giggled all the way up the stairs to our bedroom.

My Marco: Chapter 16

2007-12-25T08:07:51Z

Title: My Marco
Chapter: 16, Loud Sex & Interruptions
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 6, "Sunglasses at Night."

Chapter 16: Loud Sex & Interruptions

“Wh-What was that?” Ellie asked Paige, as she heard the door to Marco’s room close.

“What did it look like, hon?” Paige asked.

“What is he doing here? He’s supposed to be in Switzerland!” Ellie exclaimed frustrated, standing up.

“What does it matter, Ellie?”

“Be-Because!” Ellie sat back down, looking at the floor, with her hands in her hair. “Oh, my god...what did I do?”

Ellie brought her head back up. “I-I really thought he was gone...from Marco’s life. I-I oh, no..”

A loud giggle came from up the stairs, clearly Marco. A thumping sound came after that, followed by loud moans.

“What was that?” Ellie asked.

“Did you not listen to what Dylan just said?” Paige asked, impatiently.

Huh?,” Ellie asked, before realizing what was happening. “You mean, they’re having sex up there?”

“Duh,” Paige replied.

“I don’t want to hear that!” Ellie exclaimed. “How can you sit down here and listen?”

“Normally, I don’t, and they usually aren’t this loud. But they haven’t seen each other much this week, making them extra frisky, which makes them louder. But,” Paige said, leaning closer to Ellie’s face, “seeing that look on your face, knowing my brother is pounding Marco senseless, after you tried to set him up with other people so many times?”

Ellie looked at Paige, disgusted.

“Priceless,” Paige whispered, before getting up and leaving the room.

---

“Hey, Paigey,” Alex said, coming into the kitchen from the outside door.

“Hey, babe,” Paige said, giving Alex a quick peck on the cheek.

“What are you cooking?” Alex said, noticing all the smells in the kitchen.

“Oh, just some cookies,” Paige said, going back to her mixer.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh....” A load moan came from the living room.

Alex looked up, confused. “What was that?”

“Go take a look,” Paige told her, motioning towards the living room.

Alex walked over to the side of the kitchen, that connected with the living room. Laying on the couch, was Dylan and Marco, making out quite heavily.

“Wow,” Alex said, coming back to where Paige was cooking. “They sure are frisky. Weren’t the at it all last night, too?”

“Oh, yes. They are trying to redefine the meaning of horny, evidently.”

As much as Paige loved the fact her brother and Marco were happy, it took a little adjustment to seeing her brother squeeze Marco’s butt while they were making out on the living room couch in clear sight.

“Marco’s a little vocal sometimes, but they were both extremely loud last night. Who knows how many times they--”

“Nooooo!” Paige covered her ears. “I left the house for a reason. Really don’t need the details of my brother’s sex life,” Paige told her girlfriend, pouring chocolate chips into the batter.

Alex grabbed a chair, and moved to the entrance to the kitchen. She sat in the chair, and started to watch. Paige looked up to see what Alex was doing, with confusion.

“What the--? What do you think are you doing!?” Paige exclaimed.

Alex leaned back to look in Paige’s direction over her shoulder. “What?”

Alex shrugged. “I wanna watch the show!”

“My brother’s make-out session is not a ‘show,’ but whatever.”

“Not just a make-out session anymore,” Alex giggled, as Marco started moving his hips up and down on Dylan’s crotch.

“Really didn’t need to hear that!” Paige exclaimed from the kitchen. “Seriously, Alex, please! Refrain from the details.”

Dylan and Marco were sprawled out on the couch, tasting each other quite hungrily. Marco was on top of Dylan, mostly due to the fact to not gross out Paige as much. She really wasn’t too keen on seeing her brother’s ass grinding on top of Marco.

Since Dylan had been at his parents’ house all week, both of them were quite oversexed. Though Dylan had made some of the comments at Ellie for gratification of the situation she had put herself into, Dylan really was that horny, as was Marco. They hadn’t had a care in the world last night, and they just wanted to enjoy the other’s company, no matter how loud it came out or who heard.

They also hadn’t had the kind of sex they both secretly desired, and that’s just the kind of sex that had last night. When Dylan came home, they had made love slowly and gently, but they had both been wanting something more demanding ever since, despite how great their first fuck was after Dylan returned. Part of the reason Marco and Dylan could be heard through the whole house was the nature of the raw, heated, and animalistic the sex was. When they made love, they weren’t very loud at all, but having rough animal sex brought the vocal cords and pure horniness out in them.

Though both Marco and Dylan were quite satisfied from the night before, they just couldn’t get enough wand wanted more. Marco had his hands nested in Dylan’s blonde hair, while Dylan hands were plastered stuck on Marco’s buttocks. They were both fully dressed, and had no intention of doing anything more than merely making out in the living room, but freaking out the girls in that the possibility of more might happen was always fun.

Marco sat up slightly, with his bare feet touching the couch, as he bent his knees and pulled Dylan forward. Marco wrapped his arms around Dylan’s waist, as Dylan leaned forward to cup his cheek, as he kissed Marco’s bottom lip seductively.

“Ohhhh, mmmm...” Marco murmured into the kiss. Marco moved his hands upward to cup his face, kissing him back harder. Marco pushed down on Dylan, so he fell back into the couch again. Marco wrapped his arms around Dylan’s head, kissing him fervently.

Alex, who was watching the entire display, saw Ellie as she came down the stairs, and headed for the couch. She looked at the display that Marco and Dylan were putting on and slightly grimaced.

Ellie stopped in front of them, and crossed her arms at her chest.

“Marco,” Ellie stated.

Marco didn’t hear her, as he was deep in the throws of the moistness of Dylan’s lips and kisses.

“Marco.” Ellie said, a little louder.

Nothing.

“Mmm, oh, Mar-co...” Dylan sang, widening their kisses so their tongues could touch. Dylan loved kissing Marco any style, but his french kisses really drove him wild.

“Oh, baby...” Marco swooned.

“Marco!”

Marco swatted his hand, to make whoever that wanted to disturb his love fest go away.

Marco entwined his legs with Dylan’s legs, and smiled during their kiss, thanking his stars that Dylan was back with him.

“MARCO!!!” Ellie yelled.

“Kinda busy here!” Marco said, as he rubbed noses with Dylan, giving him pecks on the lips.

“I need to talk to you.”

“Can’t it wait, El? I’m busy.” Marco said, still not looking at Ellie.

“No, it can’t!” Ellie exclaimed, grabbing Marco’s hand, pulling him off Dylan.

My Marco: Chapter 15

2007-12-06T06:04:33Z

Title: My Marco
Chapter: 15, Ellie's Payback
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 6, "Sunglasses at Night."

Chapter 15: Ellie’s Payback

Marco was putting his shoes on, as he got ready for the day. Dylan had invited Marco to come to lunch with the coach at the university. Even though Dylan didn’t really start playing for them in September, there was still a ton of paperwork to be done. There was also paperwork that had to be signed to make his transfer back to Canada complete. He really wanted Marco to come, so he could see first hand that he really was staying for good.

“Babe, are you ready?” Dylan asked, poking his head inside the door.

“Yeah, just a sec,” Marco asked, his eyes on his shoes, tying them.

Dylan patiently waited by the door, as Marco got his wallet off the nightstand, and headed towards Dylan. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Dylan.

“Wow,” Marco said, licking his lips.

“What?” Dylan asked, frowning with confusion.

“Your hair is up, you never have it up.” Marco told him.

Dylan’s hair was in a neat ponytail, as his hair was long enough now to be put up. His blonde curls were tucked nicely into the elastic. Marco was quite turned on by this new hairstyle.

“Oh, yeah,” Dylan said, touching his ponytail. “Felt like a change, I guess. Thought I’d try it up.”

Marco started to smile seductively, as he walked closer to Dylan.

“Oh, no, Marco, don’t give me that look.” Dylan said, inching away from his boyfriend, after seeing the look on Marco’s face.

“What? I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re giving me the look, Marco. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” Dylan said, as Marco started to wrap his arms around Dylan.

“What am I doing, Dylan?” Marco asked as he looked up at Dylan, touching his ponytail, lightly breezing his fingers through the curls. “Can’t I kiss my boyfriend?”

“Well, yeah, but-”

Dylan was interrupted by a pair of full lips crashing down on his, forcing his lips to open.

“Oh, my,” was all Dylan could muster out, as his Marco was kissing him crazily.

“Marco, baby, no, we’re going to be late,” Dylan said, ending the kiss. “We really have to go.”

“You’re no fun,” Marco whined.

“Do you want me to get sent back to Switzerland? That’s what they’ll do if I don’t get our butts down there and sign those papers.” Marco’s eyes went wide.

“Okay, okay. You don’t have to scare me like that. I’ll behave,” Marco said defensively, raising his hands up. “You’re just really hard to resist right now.”

Dylan opened the door, and Marco followed him. Marco spun Dylan around, kissing him hard on the mouth, before giving him a ever so sweet kiss on the tip of Dylan’s nose. Marco smoothed Dylan’s hair, leaning in close to Dylan’s face, touching his ponytail. “I’ll just have to ravage you later,” Marco whispered to him, quite seductively. He smirked at Dylan, as his hands ventured down past Dylan’s waist, giving Dylan a squeeze on his buttocks, before winking at his boyfriend and walking down the stairs.

“You think you’re quite funny, don’t you,” Dylan said, following Marco down the steps.

“Maybe,” Marco replied.

Marco locked the door once the boys were outside.

“Come on, sweet,” Dylan said, kissing Marco’s hand, before taking a hold of Marco’s hand as they walked towards Dylan’s car.

--

Ellie had moved back in Sunday afternoon, while Marco and Dylan were meeting with the hockey coach at University of Toronto. Alex was at the kitchen table next to Paige, helping Paige finish her paperwork so she could sign for classes at the university for the summer.

A flaming red head suddenly barged through the kitchen door, carrying two bags of luggage.

“Hey guys!”

“Ellie.” Alex said, looking over towards Ellie, who had sat her bags down. Ellie came rushing towards the kitchen table, wrapping one arm around Alex and the other are Paige.

“Ellie, what-- what are you doing!? No...hugging!” Alex said, trying to swat Ellie off, as difficult as it was as Ellie was squeezing the two girls into an Ellie sandwich.

“Ellie, come on, let go!”

“Sorry, I’m just happy to see you guys.” Ellie was chipper than usual. Chipper than chipper, actually. “Well, I’m going to go unpack!” Ellie got her bags and went up the stairs.

Alex gave Paige a confusing look.

“What’s she been smoking?” Alex stated.

They both hoped for Marco’s sake that Ellie had gotten back to her normal self, but they weren’t completely sure that would happen, even after taking in Ellie’s new estatic state.

“I better text Marco,” Paige said, getting out her cell phone, starting to tap the keys.

---

Dylan’s parents had requested Dylan’s presence for a couple days, as they hadn’t had much time with him since he had returned home. The majority of the time Dylan had been back, he was with Marco, usually in bed.

The situation had worked out perfectly, as Ellie had decided to come back home at that time. Marco and Dylan still hadn’t moved Dylan’s stuff back yet, which was sitting in the Michalchuk’s living room, garage, as well as Dylan’s old room.

Ellie had been behaving for the most part. She hadn’t mentioned Dylan or setting Marco up with anyone so far. But Marco and Paige still thought it could be too good to be true. They didn’t think Ellie had gone back to her old ways just yet. Though she was acting fairly normal, she was much chipper than she had ever been. Ellie wasn’t ever really..chipper. They had hoped it wasn’t some act Ellie was putting on.

Dylan hadn’t gotten much sleep the past couple of days, as he had gotten used to sleeping with Marco on his side again.

That night, he slipped into the house, unnoticed, and into the room he shared with Marco. Ellie hadn’t been there, or at least her car wasn’t in the front or back of the house.

He closed the bedroom door slowly, not to wake Marco.

“Dylan, what are you doing?” Marco asked, his head still buried in his pillow.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Dylan said, throwing his shirt on the floor, and taking his jeans off, before slipping under the mattress next to Marco. “I can’t sleep without you.”

“Aww,” Marco said, lifting his head to look at Dylan. “I can’t either, babe. Why do you think I’m still awake?”

Dylan grinned at his boyfriend, slipping his arms in front of Marco’s stomach, bringing him closer. Dylan hugged Marco to him, as he kissed him lightly and snuggled up next to him, falling asleep as he rested his head on their pillow.

The next morning, Paige came into their room. The two boys were both asleep, but it looked like Marco was starting to stir. Paige stood next to Marco on his side of the bed, lighting shaking his shoulder.

“Hmm?”

“Ellie wants you to help her study for your history exam/essay thing,” Paige told me. “She almost came in here.”

Marco looked up at Paige. “Oh, thanks.”

Paige turned to leave, as Marco slowly moved Dylan’s arms from his body.

“Mmph!” Dylan angrily murmured in his sleepy disappointment. It was hard for Paige and Marco not to giggle at Dylan’s insistent disappointment, even in his sleep.

Paige laughed to herself, and left the room. Marco kissed Dylan on the forehead, covering Dylan up with the covers, as he left the bed.

---

Paige was finishing her registration paperwork at the corner of the sofa, as Marco sat in the middle of it, looking down at a stupid history book. Across from Marco was Ellie, sitting in a chair, gazing up at the ceiling.

“So...” Marco looked up. He tapped his pencil on Ellie’s open book in her lap. “Ellie, pay attention.”

“What? Oh, sorry,” Ellie said, coming back to reality. She grabbed a magazine and put it inside her book.

Paige raised her eyebrow at Marco. Marco just shrugged.

“Ellie?” Marco asked her.

“Yeah, yeah, in a sec,” Ellie answered, waving her hand as to brush off Marco.
Marco readjusted himself in the couch, as he was now sitting with both is legs crossed at one another, Indian style. Marco was deep in thought, when he felt Ellie staring at him.

“What?” Marco asked, looking at Ellie.

“Nothing,” Ellie paused. “I was just wondering...if maybe you would like to go to a movie this Friday...with me..Jesse...and Jesse’s roommate, Robert.”

“Who’s Robert?”

“Jesse’s roommate, who’s his roommate, who’s single-”

“Ellie.” Paige spoke up.

“What?” Ellie asked.

“It’s pretty clear what you are implying, hon.” Paige said, putting her papers in her booklet.

“Marco, what do you think?” Ellie asked.

“I think you should leave Marco alone, and finish studying.” Marco said.

Ellie went back to reading her magazine, and Marco gave an exasperated look to Paige. Paige excused herself, and went upstairs. Marco went back to studying the chapter he was working on. He wasn’t going to let Ellie’s little charade get in the way of his studies.

“Back,” Paige said, sitting in the spot she left a few minutes before.

A few minutes passed, before Ellie started talking, while her head was still looking at her magazine about Brangelina and Bennifer. “Don’t you want to come with us Friday, Marco?”

“No,” Marco said, before Ellie had even finished asking the question.

“Robert is really cute, though,” Ellie said looking up at Marco.

“No.”

“Ugh,” Ellie said, going back to her textbook, and putting the magazine aside. “Why not?”

Before Marco could react, he felt a hand on the back of his neck, and suddenly Dylan was kissing him, upside down. Dylan was standing behind the couch, leaning forward into Marco’s face, kissing him hungrily. Ellie didn’t look up or even notice Dylan, as she was in her own little world. Dylan opened Marco’s mouth with his tongue, exploring Marco’s mouth with want. Marco took a hand and moved it through Dylan’s blonde curls, kissing him back hard with anguish.

“Probably because he already has a boyfriend,” Dylan said, reluctantly releasing Marco.

Ellie looked up at the sound of a voice. When she Dylan, her eyes grew wider than anyone had ever seen Ellie’s eyes get. She was tranced at that moment, frozen at what she saw.

Paige was still where she was before, smirking. Marco was breathing quite heavily from the hot kiss he was just given, wanting more upside-down kisses. Dylan stood behind the couch, with a hand on each of Marco’s shoulders, rubbing them. Though he was loving what he had just done and felt with Marco, Dylan had a very stern look on his face.

“What-How-When-Europe-Hockey-Gone,” Ellie blabbered all at once.

“All good questions, Nash. We’re going to have a serious talk about your recent, shall we say, ideas...but right now, I’m horny as hell, and I’m going to have hot sex with my Marco.” Dylan then picked up a very giggly Marco up in a sweep and carried him up the stairs. “And Ellie, I can almost guarantee that we will be, very, very, loud. So you might want to cover your ears.”

My Marco: Chapter 14

2007-11-26T05:55:51Z

Title: My Marco
Chapter: 14, What to Do About Ellie
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 6, "Sunglasses at Night."

My history professor had given us 3 chapters to read over the weekend. They were just such long chapters, I didn’t feel like reading them. I’d much rather play with Dylan. Since he and Paige were still getting Dylan back to blonde, I might as well try to start reading the chapters. I kept flipping through all the pages I still had to read.

I could hear Alex’s snoring from downstairs. Seriously, I needed to get her one of those nose band-aid things that helped you breathe. I put my iPod on so I could tone her out and try to concentrate.

I had finished one chapter and was starting on the next when I felt my bed bounce.

Dylan had plopped on the bed next to me and was hugging me from behind, kissing my ear. I pulled my earbuds out of my ears, smiling.

“Hey, gorgeous,” I said, looking back at him.

Dylan crawled across my back so he could lay next to me. I looked up at him, noticing his newly blonde hair. The hair place had done a good job.

“Hey, your hair looks good,” I told him, fingering his locks.

“Oh, you like?” Dylan grinned.

“Oh, yes, I most definitely like,” I said. “Seriously, it blends great, you even can’t tell.”

“So, Marco,” Dylan said, as I laid back down. “Paige told me about the Ellie situation.”

I immediately tensed.

“Woah, Marco.” Dylan sat on the small of my back, touching my shoulders. “Your whole body stressed up immediately.”

“God, Dyl, I really don’t know what to do with her..her lack of respect, her obvious denial..” I put my face in my hands.

“Shh, baby..” Dylan whispered to me, as he started to massage my shoulders. “Just relax, or try to, at least.”

A minute or two passed as Dylan stretched out my cramped muscles in my neck.

“Oh..wow,” I murmured, mostly to myself, but I knew that Dylan could hear me.

Dylan was actually pretty good at massaging, but not many people knew this, and he only would do it for me.

“I know it wasn’t easy for you. She’s the last one I would expect to do that.” Dylan told me, moving closer, and rubbing deeper into my back.

I was practically falling asleep at the touch of Dylan’s fingers. Every time he touched my muscles, I melted. All my worries and stresses always seemed to fly out the window when Dylan was near.

“Mmm...”

He worked on my tense muscles in my back and shoulders for about ten minutes. It felt like heaven. He patted my back, and then moved to sit on his side next me.

“Sorry it took so long.” He told me, apologetically.

“Huh?” I asked, not sure what he was talking about.

“I had to cool down a little before I came back. I was pretty pissed off after Paige told me about Ellie.” He told me.

I nodded back, understanding.

“Just so you know, she still has to deal with me.”

I smiled at my boyfriend, getting all defending. He was so cute when he got defensive of me. Dylan looked down, and intertwined our fingers together, holding my hand.

“I just want to tell you how proud I am of you.” Dylan said, kissing my hand.

I looked at him, confused. “Proud of what?”

He kissed me on the cheek, smiling. “For sticking up for yourself, for defending me, and well,” He told me, leaning closer to me, touching my hair. “For sticking up for us.” He leaned in closer to my face to give me a very sweet kiss on my lips.

“Every time I think about how much I love you, which by itself just overwhelms me, you always go and do something amazing, and it just makes me love you even more.”

I blushed.

“It’s true, Marco.” He said, leaning down to look at my eyes.

“Stop! You’re making me blush.” I told him, blushing harder, looking down at our hands.

Putting his arm over my shoulders, Dylan squeezed me tight. “You will just have to face the fact that your boyfriend can’t believe he got so lucky and landed the hottest, sweetest, cutest, and smartest guy on the planet.”

“Ok, now you’re just going overboard!” I said, looking up.

“No, I’m not,” Dylan pouted. “Can’t I tell my boyfriend I love him?”

Dylan started to smirk.

“Of course,” I said, kissing him. “But if you wanted me to tell you that I love you, you didn’t have to go to all that trouble. You know I love you. So, so, very much.”

I wrapped my arms around his head, combing my hands through his new blonde locks. I kissed his mouth hard, diving my tongue in.

“Mmm,” Dylan smiled, leaning me downwards on the bed, beginning an intense make-out session.

---

Dylan and I were laying on the couch, cuddled up, watching episodes of Heroes that Dylan had missed when he was in Switzerland. I was in his lap, with his arms circled around me. He was so toasty and warm. I could really stay like this forever and be happy.

I looked up at him, when he looked down on me and smiled at me sweetly. I put my hand around his neck and pulled his head towards mine, kissing him lovingly.

I broke the kiss and settled my head in the crook of his neck, as I reached to hold his hand.

“Hey, guys, are you in here?” I heard Paige say, as she walked into the living room. “Aww, aren’t you two cute.”

Paige smiled at us, and sat down on the couch by our feet. “Are you guys busy?”

“No, what’s up?” Dylan asked, pausing the vcr with the remote.

“Marco, has Ellie called you?” Paige asked.

“No, why?” I asked.

“Listen to this.” Paige said. “This is Alex’s voicemail.” Paige put Alex’s phone on the coffee table. She put the speakerphone on and dialed her voicemail. The voicemail lady started to talk.

You have no new messages. Saved message.

“Hey, Alex, it’s Ellie. Hope you’re having fun without me! Just wanted to let you know I will be coming back Sunday. If you could let Paige and Marco know, I’d appreciate it. Bye!”

I cringed. Ellie was so chicken she couldn’t even call me or Paige. She had to call Alex.

“So, hon, what did you want to do?” Paige asked me.

“About what?” I questioned.

“Well, I mean, did you want to just let Ellie find out for herself or are you going to tell her that Dylan is back?”

I don’t think Ellie would want to come back if she knew Dylan was back. I’m sure she wouldn’t want to deal with his wrath. Her behavior may have been acceptable in her mind with Dylan gone, but I don’t think even Ellie could rationalize her recent behavior with Dylan here.

“I really hadn’t thought about it, Paige..”

“I know, Marco. But she would have come back eventually. As much as we don’t want to deal with her again. It’s been a nice little vacay though.”

“Oh, very nice,” I agreed, as Dylan squeezed me closer. I nuzzled next to him.

“Thought it would be fun to see the look on Ellie’s face when she first sees Dylan,” Paige chuckled.

I raised my eyebrow.

“What?” Paige asked.

“You raise an interesting scenario, Michalchuk.”

It would be great to see the look on Ellie’s face upon seeing Dylan again, after all she had done. A great validation for me, an “I told you so,” to Ellie.

“I mean, we wouldn’t hide Dylan or anything, but if we just don’t tell Ellie until she actually sees Dylan, well, that would be just..awesome.”

“I do like that, plan, Marco. What do you think, Dylan?” Paige asked her brother.

“I like it..plus it serves Ellie right, and this way she will get hers.” Dylan took his hand from my hand and started to rub my shoulders. “A little taste of her own medicine.”

“Well, it’s settled then,” Paige said. “What are you guys watching?”

“Heroes,” Dylan said. “Catching up what I missed.”

“What episode are you on?” Paige asked. “Oh, this one, this one’s good.” Paige said, answering her own question, looking at the TV. “You don’t mind if I join you guys, do you?”

“No, as long as you don’t mind us making out at the commercial breaks.” I told her.

“Why don’t you just fast forward?” Paige asked, getting some pretzels that were in a bowl on the coffee table.

“We wouldn’t get to make out then!” I exclaimed.

Dylan lightly giggled, kissing my ear.

Paige chuckled. “You guys are too much.”

My Marco: Chapter 13

2007-11-23T02:14:09Z

Title: My Marco
Chapter: 13, Dylan Finds Out
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 6, "Sunglasses at Night."

The room went silent. I looked from Marco to Paige, who were looking at their plates rather intently, to Alex, who was staring off into space.

“Ooookay, then.” I said. “What’s going on?”

The room grew even more silent than it already was. A sound started to appear, as a phone went off somewhere.

“Ooh, my phone!” Marco exclaimed. He got out of his chair as quickly as possible, to get his phone, that was on the counter. “Oh, it’s Mom. I better take this,” He said, looking at me apologetically.

Marco left to take his call in the other room.

“Ok, what was that?” I asked the girls. Paige started playing with her food. “Paige?”

She looked at me. “Can we talk about this some other time? I really don’t want to get into this right now.”

“Did something happen with Ellie? Why is she not here?” I asked.

“She’s at her mom’s..or Jesse’s, I think. I didn’t really care to ask,” Paige said, bitterly.

I knew Paige and Ellie didn’t get along that well, but I dropped the topic when I heard Paige’s bitter tone.

“Ok, okay, I was just curious. We can talk about something else.” I told her.

Paige took her plate to the sink, and started to wash it.

“Alex, did you want to come with me and Dylan to the hairdresser?” Paige asked.

Alex grimaced. “Um, no.”

“Ok, ok, hon, just thought I’d ask.” Paige said, coming to the table, to get my plate.

“I can do that, Paige,” I told her.

“No, no, it’s fine.” Paige shook head.

Paige finished the dishes, and turned to me. “So, you ready to be blonde again?”

“I am blonde.” I told her, matter-of-factly.

“Only your roots. Come on, the clock is ticking.” Paige said, snapping her fingers.

I followed her into the living room, where Marco was still talking on the phone with his Mom.

“No, that’s okay, Mom. I can make it.” Marco said into the phone, holding up a finger, motioning to me and Paige to wait. “Uh huh. Ok, I’ll see you then.” He hung up the phone.

“My mom wants me to have lunch with her, so I can’t come with you,” he told me.

“Aww,” I pouted.

“I know, it sucks,” Marco said, coming closer to me.

“Marco, when did you need to leave?” Paige asked me.

“In about 30, why?” Marco looked at Paige.

“I’ll get Alex to drive you.”

“That’s really not neccess--”

“ALEX!” Paige yelled, interrupting Marco.

Alex came out into the living room. “What?”

“Can you drive Marco to his parents’ house?” Paige asked, grinning.

“But I’m sleepy--” Alex whined. “Can’t Marco just drive my car?”

“Really, guys, I’m fine.” Marco said.

“Here, take my car,” Alex said pushing her keys into Marco’s hand. “I’m going back to sleep.”

“Dylan, let’s go.” Paige said.

“I’ll see you later, right?” I asked Marco.

“I shouldn’t be too long. And by the time I get back I’ll have a hot, new blonde boyfriend.” Marco grinned at me.

“Oh, yeah?” I smirked, enclosing my arms around him, picking him up. “Anyone I know?”
“Oh, most definitely,” he said, kissing me on the mouth, grinning.

I kissed him back, grabbing his buttocks with my hands, steadying him on my waist.

“Mmm,” I murmured into his mouth, caressing his lips with my tongue.

“DYLAN!!!” Paige yelled.

“What?!” I asked, pulling away from Marco, but not wanting to.

“Let’s GO! NOW!”

“Geez, take a chill pill, Paige. The world isn’t going to end if we don’t leave right now.” I told her. She was leaning against the door frame, tapping her foot impatiently.

“I’ll be right there,” I told her. I put Marco down. “I’ll be back, babe. Love you,” I kissed him bye.

“Love you, too,” Marco said, kissing me back.

I smiled at him, before following Paige out the door.

-----

“Seriously, Paige, what’s going on with Ellie?” I asked Paige.

We were at the hair salon, getting my hair blonde-ifyed. The hairdresser was working on my hair, trying to match the color from my roots to the rest of my hair. I wasn’t really paying attention, but I knew it could take awhile.

Paige was sitting next to me, watching the hairdresser do whatever to my hair.

Paige sighed. “Fine, I’ll tell you.” She paused. “Ellie hasn’t been the best roommate or the best friend lately.”

“Oh?”

“Let’s just say as a result of her actions, Marco and I asked her to stay with her mom or Jesse for two weeks to get her too cool down. She was driving us crazy, and her behavior towards Marco was just unacceptable.”

“You do realize, I need more information than just that, Paige.” I looked at her, in the corner of my eye.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into that girl. She is in complete denial or something. It’s like she has a vendetta against you or something.” Paige continued, spinning in the chair next to me. She always loved to spin in those chairs when she was little when we got haircuts with Mom.

“Wait- me?” I asked.

“Yes.” Paige told me, sincerely. “She thinks since you didn’t call that much that you gave up on your relationship with Marco--”

“Excuse me!!??”

“Calm down, hon. I’m not done yet. So she’s been trying to set Marco up with any breathing male that she comes across.”

“What!!??” I asked, getting angry.

“Cool down, Dylan.” Paige put her hand on my arm. “It got Marco very upset. You would be proud with how he defended you. He loves you so much.”

I blushed a little, smiling to myself.

“Anyway, she has been just unbelievable. She even tried to get him to pay attention to straight guys. And she never let it go. We both tried telling her to back off, but she never would. She wouldn’t listen, she just kept on insisting. She even thought Mom & Dad should come and move the remainder of your stuff to the house.”

I raised my arms in disbelief. Ellie and I were not best friends, by any means. But we had always gotten along. I was shocked, and angry at the same time.

“But Marco and I even talked to her, before I left for Switzerland, about our relationship. I don’t understand why she would do that.” I wondered, out loud.

Marco and I had made it clear when I left, that it was a joint decision between me and Marco for me to go to Switzerland. We said that were not going to up, and that it would be a long-distance relationship, however hard it would be, so I could pursue my hockey goals.

“I know. We mentioned that to her time and time again. Nothing got through that thick skull of hers. To tell you the truth, Dyl,” Paige continued on, “I think the only thing that would make her shut up is you coming back.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I did, then.” I retorted, still quite upset.

Dylan or Bunnies, Continued.

2007-11-23T02:10:35Z

Title: Dylan or Bunnies
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 7, "Death or Glory."
A/N: Had requests to continue this one-shot.

I’m not sure what woke me up. I didn’t want to wake up. I just wanted to sleep forever. I didn’t want to face the world, in that every moment was crappier than the next. It had been that way for about a month. For a month, I’ve felt like I was dying inside.

It was a month ago that I felt forced to break up with Dylan. As hard as it was to be his boyfriend with him in Switzerland, it was just as hard to be on a “break” with him, if not harder. I couldn’t call him, text him, email him, since we were on a “break.” I hoped it wasn’t for good. I missed him so much. And it broke me, the fact I couldn’t communicate with him.

I pretended to Ellie, most of all. I felt very hurt by her actions, and felt she was partially the reason that made me feel like I had to break up with Dylan. The long-distance wasn’t working very well, yes. But that didn’t mean I still didn’t love Dylan with all my heart.

I kept feeling something moving. I was pretty much still asleep so I didn’t really know what it was. I wanted to go back to sleep. I had gotten plenty of sleep, and I could have woken up for the day. I just didn’t want to face the day.

God, I hoped it wasn’t some devil bee. I closed my eyes again, trying to go back to sleep. But the thought of some bee taunting me kept me up. I couldn’t sleep. Then I thought I heard something move behind me again.

All the sudden, I felt someone’s lips on my shoulder.

“What the hell!!!” I yelled, turning around.

Looking back at me, smirking, was Dylan.

I looked back, in pure shock. My mouth probably hanged open. This couldn’t be real.

“Great, now I’m dreaming,” I said, turning back to my pillow.

Arms circled around waist, crossing at my stomach. A curly haired head tucked itself in the crook of my neck.

“Not a dream, babe,” the voice said.

“I really need to wake up,” I said, to myself, as I felt like I was starting to hallucinate.

“Marco, you’re not dreaming,” Dylan said. “It really is me, I promise.”

I pinched myself. “Ow!”

Dylan chuckled as he moved his head moved closer to mine, and kissed me tenderly. I knew within an instant it really was Dylan. I felt the touch of his lips, bringing me right back to reality. I moved around, to face him.

I looked at him in pure shock and astonishment, sitting up, with him grinning back at me. “But how? And why?”

“Well,” he said, looking at me lovingly. “I had to come back, because, well, I love you and I don’t want to break up.”

“I don’t either, but how are you here right now..Switzerland...”

“Well, I had to get my affairs in order, or I would have been on a plane the next day after you called,” Dylan said, tucking my hair behind my ear. “I should never have left, Marco.”

“But, it’s hockey, Dylan..it was your dream.” I said, looking into his blue eyes.

“Turns out it wasn’t that great. I had no life, and I never had time to talk to my family, or my hot boyfriend.” Dylan grinned at me, making me blush.

Dylan’s lips were suddenly on mine, kissing me passionately. I ran my hands through his blonde hair.

“Hey, you’re hair--”

“Oh yeah, I dyed it back. Didn’t seem to fit, and I think you liked it better blonde.” He said, nuzzling me with his nose.

“I do, but it is your hair..” I said, nuzzling him back.

Dylan lifted his head. “Speaking of, what’s up with all this,” motioning towards my wild hair, that I can’t seem to control.

“Yeah, I know, it’s a bit..crazy. Didn’t know what to do with it.” I shrugged.

“Well, I love you regardless, but I thought it was hot when it was longer.” Dylan said, touching my hair.

“Oh really?” I grinned at him. “I’ll have to see what i can do about that then.”

I combed my hands through his hair, pulling him towards me. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tight.

“I missed you so much, Dylan, you have no idea,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Not as much I missed you,” Dylan replied, holding my head into the hug. “It was unbearable, Marco.”

I leaned back, looking up at him. He looked back at me, his eyes gleaming at me.

“I love you,” I said, right as Dylan said the exact same words.

My Marco: Chapter 12

2007-11-18T23:59:35Z

Title: My Marco
Chapter: 12, Paige's Breakfast
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 6, "Sunglasses at Night."

It smelt like bacon. That was the smell that woke me up that morning. I was perfectly content, warm and snugly in my bed. But it’s quite hard to resist the smell of bacon. And coffee. And eggs. And who knows what other godly breakfast foods Paige was cooking up in the kitchen. Paige hadn’t cooked breakfast in awhile, and it was a pleasant surprise. I wondered why she was making breakfast. She had become extremely lazy lately, and had not been cooking like she used to. Which meant my diet consisted mostly of coffee, snack foods, and frozen pizzas.

But I was so warm and cozy in my bed, I ignored the good smells from the kitchen. I went back to sleep, resting on my stomach, with my head in my pillow. What felt like not long after, I felt someone trying to wake me up, shaking my shoulder. I was still 70% asleep, so I muttered something to try to get the person to go away.

“Cinque nuovi minuti (Five more minutes),” I muttered, not realizing I was speaking Italian.

“Wachen sie auf (Wake up), baby.”

That wasn’t English or Italian. But I recognized the voice, and smiled as everything came back to me. Kissing Dylan in the rain on the top of his car, almost getting sick from getting so cold, and him “warming” me up in the shower. It wasn’t a dream. It was all true. I had Dylan back, and he was here, right next to me. I smiled into the pillow, as I turned my head to look at him.

He had his head to the side, looking at me, admiringly.

“That wasn’t English, Dylan.”

“Um, well neither was yours,” Dylan pointed out.

“What are you talking about? I asked for five more minutes.”

“You may have, but it wasn’t in English, Del Rossi.”

“Oh, whatever,” I said, not believing him. I went back to my pillow.

“Mmaaarrccooo,” Dylan purred, rubbing his nose on my left cheek, breathing into my neck ever so close, and pecking the skin behind my ear, knowing I was ticklish there.

“Oh no,” I said, realizing what he was doing. “No, no, no...” I was fighting the urge to laugh, as it was hopeless, as it was starting to really tickle, and a fit of giggles escaped from my lips.

“You are so cute when you do that,” Dylan said, kissing my neck.

“Sto-oppp,” I said, laughing.

“What? You’re not ticklish here.”

The smell of the bacon was starting to get stronger. Mmm, that wasn’t just any bacon. That was crisp bacon.

“Bacon!!” I exclaimed, turning around towards Dylan, kissing him swiftly.

“Oh yeah,” Dylan said. “Paige is probably cooking.”

“Bacon!!!” I got out of the bed excitedly, pulling the covers off, yet forgetting I was butt naked.

Dylan tried to hide his laughter.

I scowled at him. “Not a word, Michalchuk.”

“Come on,” he told me. “How could you not know you didn’t have clothes on?”

I usually had some kind of pants or something on when I went to sleep. Unless--oh.

“Don’t you?” I asked, slightly confused.

“No,” Dylan said. “See?”

Dylan pulled back the sheets quickly.

“Dylan!!” I yelled.

“What?” He asked me, clueless.

“Don’t do that! Cover yourself up,” I told him, turning away quickly, reaching for my clothes. “Don’t show me...you.” He knew what he was doing. Ugh. He knew just how to get me. So sneaky.

He laughed. “What for?”

I glared at him out of the corner of my eyes, putting some pj pants on, not wanting to get dressed for the day just yet.

“Because, it makes me want to do things,” I told him, finding my shirt. “Why am I even telling you this? You know damn why!”

Dylan crossed his arms, and giggled to himself.

“Oh, you think you’re real funny, don’t you?” I pulled my shirt over my head. “Haha - Marco’s horny for Dylan, haha.”

Dylan scooted to the edge of the bed so he could reach me. He pulled me down on him, kissing me hard.

“Goes both ways, babe.” He said, looking in my eyes. He gave me a small peck on my lips, then pulled me off of him. “Go eat, I need to shower anyway.”
-----
“Oh, Paigey,” I said, in a sing-songy voice, walking down the stairs.

“Hey, Marco,” Paige smiled, seeing me stand at the entrance of the kitchen.

“Do I smell bacon?” I began to sniff. “Crispy bacon?”

“Yes, and eggs, scrambled, of course,” Paige said, pointing to the eggs, on the table. “And the waffles should be ready in about, 3 minutes.”

“Waffles!” I jumped up and down in glee. I grabbed the funnies, and sat down at the table, I grabbed a plate, as Paige had the eggs and bacon on a lazy susan. I filled my plate, with some eggs, but mostly bacon. I loved bacon, as did Paige.

“Hey!” Paige said loudly, getting my attention.

“What?” I mumbled, with my mouth full of bacon.

“Save some for me, and Dylan.”

“Dylan?” I said, trying to act like I didn’t know my boyfriend was back.

“Oh, don’t pretend with me Marco,” Paige said, opening the waffle iron.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Marco, I’m his sister,” Paige pointed out, turning the waffle. “I know things.”

“Oh, like what?” I asked nonchalantly, paying more attention to the comics than what Paige was saying.

“Like how you were cuddled up in your bed last night.”

I looked up at her, a little creeped out. “Ok, stalker.”

“I wanted to see how everything was,” Paige told him. “You looked so sweet, all snuggled up together.”

“Wait,” I said, looking up at her. “Our door was closed...how do you know we weren’t, well, occupied?”

“Alex didn’t drop me off until late,” Paige said, putting a waffle on a large plate. “I would have heard something if anything was going on.”

“What makes you so sure?” I inquired, getting up to get syrup out of the pantry.

“Um, well,” Paige said, putting the plate of waffles on the lazy susan, before going back to the waffle iron to make more.

“Well, what?” I asked, sitting back down at the table, getting a waffle.

“Sometimes, you’re quite, um,” Paige stammered, embarrassed. “Well, loud.”

Loud? I was not loud. Paige didn’t know what she was talking about. Enthusiastic, yes. Loud? Never.

“What? Paige, you’re crazy. I’m not loud.” I stuffed my mouth with more waffle. She might not know what she was talking about, but boy, she made one damn good breakfast.

“Oh, ok,” Paige shrugged.

“Actually, you’re quite loud,” Alex said, coming out of the sliding door to Paige’s room.

“Oh, whatever, Nunez.”

Alex sat down at the large breakfast table as I went back to his comics, chuckling at some, while I continued eating my breakfast. I got so swept up in my newspaper I didn’t even notice my boyfriend enter the kitchen from the back.

All the sudden, Dylan head was tucked into my shoulder, kissing my cheek.

“Hey babe,” he said, leaning in to kiss me on my lips. He broke the kiss and started to go away, but not before I grabbed his give him my own kiss. God, he was just scrumptious.

“Mm,” I smiled, ending the kiss. Dylan grinned at me, giving me a little peck on my nose.

Dylan turned to Paige, as I went back to my bacon. “Hey, Paige. What is it you are cooking up for us?”

“Well, there’s waffles, eggs, and well, there was bacon before your boyfriend devoured it all,” Paige said, glaring at me, tapping her spatula to her hand.

I looked up at them, looking guilty at them. “What?” I tried to get out, but it was hard as my mouth was full of scrumptious bacon. “There’s a piece left.”

Dylan chuckled, walking over to me to slightly tingle at the back of my neck. “You get cuter every day, I swear.”

“Dyl, get a plate. There’s still waffles and fruit.”

Dylan got a plate and started eating as he sat next to me. Paige got the last waffle out of the waffle iron, and set the remaining waffles on the lazy susan, and sat near Dylan.

Alex came in from the bathroom. I hadn’t even noticed she had left the kitchen.

“Switzie! You’re back!” Alex exclaimed.

Dylan cocked his eyebrow at Alex.

“Switzie?” He said, pronouncing the syllables slowly.

“What, you don’t like my nickname?” Alex asked.

“No, no..it’s very, um, Alex.” Dylan told her.

“Aww, thanks!” Alex sat across from Paige, who started to drink her orange juice that was still on the table.

“Dyl, I have a question for you.”

“Mm?” Dylan said, through a mouthful of waffles.

Paige paused. Uh, oh.

“Is Marco loud during sex?” Alex pitched in, being the blunt one.

I almost died. Dylan’s started to cough, as he was chewing his food when Paige surprised him with this question.

“Paige!!” I scolded.

Alex started to laugh. “See, Paige & I think Marco can be quite loud when you two are...any who, Marco seems to be in denial of this fact. So, we want to know what you think.”

I put my head in my hands. Oh, god, seriously...do they have to embarrass me like this?

Dylan started to rub my back. He knew how embarrassed I got at times.

“You two are really unbelievable. Paige, seriously, you’re my sister! That’s just..gross.”

“I’m not asking about you, Dyl. I’m asking about Marco.” Paige said, trying to defend herself.

“That really doesn’t make much of a difference, Paige.” I heard Dylan tell his sister, as I had put my head down on the kitchen table, trying to hid my mortified face.

“So, which is it?” Alex asked, not getting the hint Dylan didn’t want to share his sex life with his sister.

“You two aren’t going to let this go, are you?” He asked.

“Nope,” they chimed in unison, smiling at Dylan.

“I haven’t noticed, but-”

Dylan moved his hand up to my neck, his hint that it was okay to come up for air. He started to tickle my neck, which made me lift my head up quickly, to avoid being tickled.

“even if he is sometimes,” Dylan continued, “I like it.” He winked at me sexily. “Happy now?”

Paige smiled. “Yes, sorry.”

I finished my breakfast, so went to clean my plate before sitting back down to the table, where idle chit chat was going on.

“So, Dyl, what are you doing today? Getting a haircut?” Paige asked Dylan.

“Woah!” I exclaimed. “Haircut?! Why are we cutting perfect hair?”

“It’s getting insanely long, Marco. Don’t you think it’s a bit long?” Paige asked me.

“No! It’s longer than before, yes, but that doesn’t mean we need to go be rash and cut of perfectly good, gorgeous hair.” I started run my hand through Dylan’s curls.

“Sorry, sis,” Dylan said. “But Marco’s in charge of my haircuts.”

“Ok, fine, whatever,” Paige said. “But at least do something about the color, please. Can’t you dye it to blend in with the blonde growing back in? It looks horrible like that.”

“How do you suggest I do that, Paige? I’m not Vidal Sassoon.”

“I’ll take you to my stylist. She’s always highlighting people’s hair. I’m sure she will know what to do.”

“Ok, fine,” Dylan told his sister. “What do you think, Marco?”

“Sounds good to me. As long as it matches...right?” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Yay!” Paige said. “This is going to be so much fun!”

“So, hey,” Dylan started to ask. “Where’s Ellie?”

My Marco: Chapter 11

2007-11-14T04:38:53Z

Title: My Marco
Chapter: 11, Loving Marco
Rating: R
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 6, "Sunglasses at Night."

My blood was starting to boil. How my body temperature had gone from freezing to almost burning in under an hour, I had no idea. I blame it on the hot blonde hockey player that was kissing me passionately against the bathroom wall at the current moment.

He had always gotten me unbelievably hot, but after a six month absence, who could blame me. I had missed him so much, and I had to show him just how much I loved him through my kisses.

My legs were wrapped around his waist at the time, as my eyes were clinched tight as our lips melted together with my fingers wrapped in his hair, which was damp from the shower. He started to pull away from the kiss teasingly, puling my bottom lip towards him. I closed my legs tighter around his waist, trying to give him the signal I wanted more. I know he knew what I wanted, but he kept teasing me anyway. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips, before going down my neck with his tongue.

He stopped to look down on me and his hands went through my hair. He patted my hair lovingly and looked into my eyes, while I unwrapped my legs and stood, before hugging me close. The warm water of the shower was still on. He turned it off with his foot, as he opened the shower curtain, and grabbing some towels.

If we lived alone, I think we would have gone stark naked into the bedroom. Since I didn’t know where Paige was, it was better to be safe than sorry, as I don’t think we locked the door. We dried off some, before we wrapped towels around our waists. Dylan grabbed me, laughing, and started kissing me against the wall near the bathroom door. He smiled that smile he does when he gets extremely giddy. I couldn’t help smiling myself either, as I was just as giddy that I had Dylan back.

He lightly put a hand on my neck and grinned at me, as he nuzzled my neck. I reached up to him and kissed him on the lips tenderly. I was still in shock that Dylan was actually here, in front of me, half-naked and kissing me back.

“Hmm,” I said, enjoying the moment.

“I missed you so much,” Dylan said, sighing. I brought his face back down to me again, and kissed his open mouth. He grabbed my hands in front of him, opening the door that connected our bathroom to the bedroom. He reached to lock the door with his other hand enclosed in mine. Before I had time to react, Dylan had untied my towel from my waist and had pushed me on the bed in a matter of nanoseconds. I was sprawled out for all to see, but thankfully the only person I wanted to see was grinning at me. He admired me for a several moments, stark naked and on the bed. I was getting quite into the moment, and my legs spread wider, giving my hockey hunk a better view.

All the sudden, Dylan was on me, kissing me boldly, fierce, and lovingly all at the same time. He reached up to intertwine our fingers together. I reached up to kiss him alternating between sweet, small kisses to kissing him hard on the mouth with my tongue out of control.

We were both starting to moan, and he moved my legs so they wrapped around his waist. Much to my disappointment, I found Dylan’s towel still wrapped around his waist. I broke the kiss to look down to make sure.

I groaned loudly in disappointment. I tried to motion to Dylan with my leg trying to slide down the towel.

“Mmph,” I groaned louder, as Dylan was marking my neck and shoulders with kisses.

“Hmm?” Dylan asked.

I tried to use my knee to slide his towel down, but had no success. I whimpered at Dylan towards the towel.

Dylan started to play dumb.

“Something wrong?” He asked, innocently.

“Off!” I demanded.

“I’m sorry,” Dylan said, breathing so close to my neck, without touching it. God, he drove me crazy, something I had desperately missed. “I don’t understand.”

“Dyyylllll,” I somehow got out as he grabbed my neck with his mouth, kissing me.

I just wanted to see him. I didn’t get a very good look in the shower. He kept tormenting me by hiding himself from me. I couldn’t take much more at this rate. Because, well, my libido was steadily rising, and it was, well, Dylan in front of me, the only one I loved with everything I had.

I still couldn’t believe he was in front of me. I lifted his head up from my neck and leaned forward to kiss him thoroughly. My eyes were squinted shut, taking every breath in the moment in. He kissed me back slowly and tenderly, savoring the moment.

“How do I know this isn’t a dream?” I wondered out loud.

Dylan stood us up, our knees touching the sheets on the mattress.

“Because it isn’t, Marco,” he said, looking deep into my eyes, playing with my hair that was still damp. “I’m really here, okay...and I’m not leaving, I’m here for good.”

I must have still looked uncertain, because Dylan moved towards my lips to kiss them fiercely, almost with anguish. He broke our kiss, and looked down on me again, his hand sliding down my arm to my hand.

“And if you still don’t believe me,” Dylan whispered erotically in my hear. “Just feel this.”

All the sudden, Dylan had pulled the towel that was covering him off, throwing it on the floor in a swift motion. He covered his groin with my hand, making it incredibly hard to even breathe.

“Oh, fuck me,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering, trying to control myself.

“I think I will,” Dylan grinned at me, flipping me over so I was looking down on him.

I giggled, perfectly content, as I was in the arms of the man I loved.

“Mmm,” Dylan murmured, kissing me over and over again, gently. “I missed my Marco.”

I opened his mouth with my tongue, and kissed his lips. After some preparation, I moved my hands up his arms. I laced my fingers through his as he entered me. I was in heaven again, as I squeezed Dylan’s hands through mine, and kissed him slowly and sweetly.

Everything was slow, romantic, passionate, and above all, loving. It wasn’t the wild, horny sex I expected when Dylan returned. I loved it either way, but the slow way Dylan made love to me made me feel full again. It’s what I needed, what he needed. All my doubts and uncertainties from Dylan’s absence were erased. Nothing had changed, I knew Dylan still loved me. More than love, if that was possible. Because I was more than in love with him, too.

Oneshot: Dylan or Bunnies

2007-11-14T04:17:13Z

Title: Dylan or Bunnies
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 7, "Death or Glory."
A/N: A more Darco-version of "Death and Glory, Part 2."

“Ready for the Chuck Klosterman talk?” Jesse asked Ellie, entering the front door.

“I can’t think of a better way to procrastinate.” Ellie replied, smiling at Jesse.

I spinned in my chair around toward the couple.

“Oh, well, that sounds cool. You guys got an extra ticket?” I asked, sort of inviting myself.

Jesse and Ellie grew silent for a second.

“Actually, it’s free, but..” Jesse said, looking at Ellie.

Ellie looked back at me, apologetic.

“It’s okay. You guys can go ahead.” I said, looking back at my Sudoku book. “I want to finish this.”

“Huh,” I sighed, as Ellie and Jesse left. “What’s a three letter word for 7, 8, 9!”

“Ok,” Griffin appeared, as I looked up. “Going to a sound clash tonight. Going to be an abundance of ladies there. Which shirt?” Griffin asked, holding two shirts in front of me. Why was he asking me this? Seriously, just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I am a built-in fashionista.

I looked back at Griffin. “Wrong roommate. Paige is the one with the fashion connections.”

“Yeah, but you’ve got all the style,” Griffin told me.

“Well,” I said, looking at the shirts. “That one,” pointing to the black shirt. “The one looks like you’re trying too hard,” pointing to the white shirt.

“But I am trying hard,” Griffin said, looking at the shirts.

“Yeah, but that one says your confident,” I told him, motioning towards the shirt. “Yet, vulnerable, see?”

“Ooh,” Griffin said. “You’re good. If this works, I owe you a salad.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” I told him, as Griffin walked away.

“Hey,” Griffin said, coming back down the stairs. “What are you doing tonight?”

I looked at him, puzzled. “Not much. Working on my Sudoki.”

“Never really figured you for the martial arts type. Um..you should come. I could always use a wingman.”

“Really?” I paused. “Nah. I wouldn’t want to cramp your style.”

“Are you kidding? Gay dudes are chick bait. And if the fish aren’t biting, we could always hang out, right?” Griffin continued up the stairs.

Chick bait? Huh?

I’m still not sure why we got another roommate. One of Ellie’s cost-cutting methods or her way of getting my mind of Dylan. I was still pretty peeved that she indirectly forced me to make a break from Dylan. I really didn’t want to break up with Dylan, I still love Dylan. But the long-distance was starting to have its toll on me. I guess it was best, but I wasn’t happy about it either.
---
I put my coffee mug in the sink to clean it. It was my favorite coffee mug. I rarely used anything else. Dylan had got it for me before we moved in. He knew how grumpy I was without my coffee.

“I’m late,” Griffin said, walking past Paige and Ellie. “Marco, how do I look?” I looked up at Griffin.

“Perf. Bang on,” I said, pointing to Griffin’s outfit.

“Yay,” Griffin said, leaving out the door.

I turned on the faucet, starting to clean my favorite coffee mug. “Oh, last night, actually, we had the most killer time. Him and I, we-”

“Uh huh,” Paige interrupted, looking bored.

“I like him,” I said. “As a friend.”

“And does your friend know that you’re in like with him?” Paige asked.

“What????” I asked, flabbergasted. Where do they even get these ideas? He was cute for a straight guy, I guess, but I wasn’t looking at anyone like that. Though the girls didn’t know it, I still deeply missed Dylan. I had toned it completely off for the sake of appearances.

“First, you hang out with Eric, even though you the two of you are going nowhere. And now not even gay Griffin?” Ellie said, walking closer to me. “Man, you really can’t be alone, can you?”

I scoffed. “That is not true,” pointing towards Ellie. Geez. I know I can be a little clingy when I get lonely, but come on, El.

“It’s just that sometimes, Marco, you can get a little intense.” Paige said, as Ellie nodded in agreement.

“I can’t help it. I’m a people person.” I told the girls.

“Maybe you should get a pet,” Ellie pitched in.

“Oh, well that’s really funny, El. Hilarr!” I exclaimed, getting tired of Ellie’s ideas.

“Sorry,” Ellie said, quietly. “I’ll back off.”

I went back to my cup.

“There is nothing wrong with you and Griffin being friends,” Paige said, picking up a piece of paper from the table. “From one stylist to another, maybe you guys should check this out.” I turned around, drying my coffee cup, to face Paige, as she handed me a piece of paper. “Came into work, it’s a huge sale.”

I took it from her, looking at Paige. What the fuck?
---
I had asked Griffin to go to the sale that Paige showed me earlier that day. He bailed. Which was fine, I didn’t really care. I was just tired of being bored and lonely.

Maybe I should get a pet. Bunnies are cute. I opened my laptop and searched for rabbits in Google. Hmm, how to care for your rabbits. Aw, they’re so cute.

Griffin walked in. “How was the sale?” I closed my laptop.

“I didn’t go.”

“Because of me?” Griffin asked. “Sorry, dude. This girl called. You know how it is.”

“Well,” I said, turning the chair around to face him. “How is it, exactly?”

“This girl called. Come on, you don’t get it? Must be the gay thing,” Griffin said, walking towards the stairs.

“Oh, really? Is the gay thing going to be a problem?” I asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, I’m just saying maybe we need to re-think the living situation around here.”

“Look, I’m sorry I bailed, but I did leave a note.” Griffin scoffed. “What’s this all about?”

“It’s about building a relationship.”

Griffin laughed in disbelief. “It’s not a relationship, Marco. You’re just my roommate.” Griffin looked at me weirdly, walking up the stairs.

What in the hell was that? Did I really say relationship? I really didn’t know what was going on with me. I climbed up the stairs to my room. Puzzle books were everywhere. I got pretty bored these days, so I did puzzles. I finished my schoolwork fairly quickly these days. I was left with sleep, boredom, and puzzles.

I laid on my bed. I got my phone out. I scrolled down to Dylan’s number, just to look at it. He hadn’t called since we had that talk, nor do I expect him to. I just hoped that if and when he did come back, he would still want to be with me.
---
“Marco, is that you?” Paige asked me, as I came in from studying the next night. “Where’s Ellie? Still cheating on you with her boyfriend?”

I laughed, as I entered my room. “Two nights and counting.”

“And what about Griffin?” Paige asked from the hall.

“He met a new girl,” I waved my hand, nonchalantly at her, where she stood at my doorway.

“God, poor you. Between my job and everyone else’s love lives--” She said, coming into my room.

“It’s cool. I mean, you’ve adjusted to you know, life post-Alex.” I told her, sitting on my bed.

“Uh, the last thing I need right now is a relationship,” She said, sitting next to me. I took my shoes off a laid down on my bed. She sat next to me, looking at me, as I closed my eyes.

“What?” I asked, feeling her eyes on me.

“You okay, hon?”

I opened my eyes slightly. I shrugged.

“You don’t have to pretend with me, Marco. I’m not Ellie.” Paige said.

“I know.” I stated.

“I don’t know why you had to do a break or whatever you did.” Paige wondered. “Was it just to shut Ellie up?”

“Some. The long-distance was hard, and I guess it just felt better if we were on a break while he was over there. I didn’t want to. But the long-distance wasn’t working exactly, and..”

Paige stroke my hair, as I leaned down on my pillow. I was pretty tired. From everything, really. From Ellie’s bitching at me all the time, to pretend not to be lonely, to pretend to not miss Dylan.

“Well, just so you know, you and Dyl?” Paige said. “Won’t ever be over.”

“Hmm,” I said. “I’m going to rest my eyes ok,..could you just sit with me for a little bit?”

“Sure, hon.”
---
I had sat with Marco for about an hour. He was asleep by now and I was reading Vogue. It was nice, relaxing, and hearing Marco sleep. He didn’t sleep very well these days. I felt so bad for him at times. I heard the door open. Ellie must be home.

The door creaked open slightly. I looked up, and got the surprise of my life. I didn’t want to wake Marco, so I had to be as quiet as I could. It took all my effort to not squeal. Leaning against the side of the door looking at me, and Marco, was my tall, blonde brother. I was shocked to say the very least. I hadn’t heard much from him at all since he had that conversation with Marco over the phone. He looked tired, but happy to see Marco. His blonde curls had grown back out and were very long.

I wanted to scream, but Marco was fast asleep beside me, and he needed his rest.

What are you doing here? I mouthed to him.

He nodded his head towards Marco. Of course. I motioned for him to switch places with me. I hugged him, knowing I could catch up with him later. He needed to be with Marco. Marco needed him to be with him. Dylan took my place next to Marco on the bed. He put his arm around Marco, and cradled him next his body, holding him close. Dylan kissed Marco’s forehead sweetly, and placed his head down on the pillow next to Marco’s head, and started to close his eyes. The boys were fast asleep and curled up next to each other when I left the room. Maybe Marco could finally rest easy now.