Disclaimer: If I owned Degrassi, the show would revolve around Darco. And since Dylan's barely ever on it, much less it having a lot of Darco-based plots, I don't own it. Boo.

Flames: Are not welcome. No matter what you say about my story, I'll never change it. So don't bother.

Author's Note: I have started a Degrassi Role Play Board in case anyone is interested in joining. There are still tons of characters open, and I would love, love, LOVE if someone wants to play Paige! I need my Paige. Badly. Oh. And I'm dying for a Spinner, too. DYING. Ack, look at that. I'm dead now. -dies- xP (( At this moment in time Marco, Dylan, Emma and Ellie are taken and Darcy and Craig are reserved. ))

Author's Note 2: I know that Dylan's supposedly a brunette now, but guess what? I don't like his hair brown. So he's gonna be a blonde still. So there.

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Marco walked through his front door, sighing as he closed it behind him, his books in his hand and his laptop case hanging from his shoulder. He set the stuff down on the coffee table and sat down next to Dylan, who was currently watching a hockey game. Go figure. He closed his eyes and snuggled into his boyfriend when the blonde wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close. This was exactly what he needed. So what if there was a hockey game on? Marco could block that out. Right now, all he was focused on was the calm and tranquility of being there with his boyfriend in that one moment, all his worries and stress drifting away. It was perfect.

"So, have you talked to Spinner lately?"

Okay, perfect moment gone.

Marco quickly pulled away from Dylan, raising his eyebrows at the older man. "Uh, yeah, Dylan. He's my friend. Why wouldn't I talk to him?"

"Because he has a crush on you and you don't want your jealous boyfriend beating him up?" Dylan asked innocently, shrugging.

"First of all, Spinner's straight. Second of all, you're not beating him up," Marco said, rolling his eyes as he got up off the couch. Maybe he could resume that perfect moment in their bedroom. Without Dylan. Yeah, that sounded nice.

"He didn't seem so straight when he was kissing you. Both times," Dylan said, reaching for the remote and turning the game off. He stood up after his boyfriend, crossing his arms.

"Dylan, stop, okay?" Marco said, turning around to face his boyfriend. "What's with this new jealous streak you have going? That's not like you. I mean, really, Dylan, it's Spinner." He walked back over to Dylan and wrapped his arms around the taller man's waist, smiling up at him. "Besides, I'm not scrounging the market for a new boyfriend. I already have the perfect one."

Dylan couldn't help but smile at that, and leaned down, planting a small kiss on the Italian's lips. "Okay."

"So, no more Spinner talk?" Marco asked, looking hopeful.

Dylan sighed and nodded, looking defeated. "No more Spinner talk." When Marco gave him an unbelieving look, Dylan smiled. "I promise."

"Good," Marco said, reaching up and kissing Dylan's cheek.

"Oh my god, you guys," Paige said as she rushed through the door. "You will not believe what just happened."

"So much for no more Spinner talk," Marco grumbled, before turning around to face his friend. "What is it, Paige?"

Paige took a moment to calm herself down, not seeming happy in the least bit. She sat down on the couch before looking up at the two, tears in her eyes. "Spinner is going crazy."

"You're just realizing this now?" Dylan asked, raising his eyebrows. Marco hit his arm, giving Dylan a look, and the blonde sighed, rolling his eyes. Sitting down next to his sister, Dylan put a hand on her shoulder, noticing how upset she clearly was. "What happened, Paige?"

"He told me that we needed to take a break for a little while," Paige said, looking down at her hands. "He said that he was confused and he needed to think about some things."

Marco's eyes were sympathetic as he looked down at his friend, sitting on the other side of her. He took one of her hands in his own, squeezing it gently. "Did he say what kind of things?"

"Marco, I think I turned my boyfriend gay," Paige said before a few tears fell and she let out a sob, covering her mouth with her other hand as she looked down. "He--He said that kissing you made him feel new things. Things that are confusing him." She swallowed hard, looking over at Marco. "Hun, Spinner thinks he has feelings for you."

"Told you so," Dylan said. Marco gave him another look. Yeah, two in less than fives minutes. It was a new record. Dylan sighed and wrapped an arm around his sister's shoulders, pulling her close. "Paige, after this many years, I can tell when someone's gay. Spinner's not. Bisexual, maybe, but not gay."

"And he's in love with you," Marco added, rubbing her back. "I'm sorry that he thinks he's crushing on me, but he's going to be back with you in no time. Besides, you're willing to date him, I'm not."

"Exactly," Dylan agreed, nodding. "Remember when you first realized that you liked girls? You were confused, too. You needed time to think things over. You just have to give Spinner that same time, okay? Discovering your sexuality is a hard time. Realizing that you're not like everyone else and basically evil in the eyes of every senior citizen out there. He needs to understand that it's okay. And, unfortunately, as much as we both hate it, he needs to figure out if he really does have a crush on Marco. But don't worry about it. You two will be fighting over what movie you're going to see next in no time. Cheer up." He poked Paige in the side, causing her to squeal, laughing. Dylan grinned, and Marco smiled over at him.

"Okay, okay. I guess you guys are right," Paige said, a small smile gracing her features. "You guys are the best." She kissed each of them on the cheek, hugging them, before making her way out of the living room, heading upstairs.

"Aww, Dylan, you're the best," Marco teased, poking his boyfriend's arm as he got up off the couch.

"No, Marco, you're the best," Dylan countered, following the young Italian man before wrapping his arms around his waist. He walked with Marco, his arms securely in place, as the shorter man made his way to the kitchen. When Marco stopped walking, looking horrified, Dylan looked down at him quizzically. "What?"

"Our kitchen is a total mess," Marco said, his eyes wide as he scanned the counters. In reality, it wasn't that bad. But Marco liked everything to be neat and orderly. If one thing was out of place, he freaked. Right now, the sink was half way full with dirty dishes, and a box of cereal was sitting on the counter, waiting to be put away. Marco looked like he was about to faint.

"Marco, it's not that bad," Dylan said, rolling his eyes as his boyfriend broke away from him, starting to fill the sink up with soapy water.

"Dylan, our kitchen is messier than it is when Ellie decides to make us dinner," Marco said, crossing his arms and he looked over at his boyfriend. When Dylan just rolled his eyes again, Marco shook his head and turned back to the sink, looking stressed. "I can't believe this. I have a paper I have to write for my psych class and Ellie already invited Craig over for dinner. Now the dishes need washing and--"

"Marco, stop," Dylan said, walking over to his boyfriend and leaning against the counter. "You do your paper and I'll clean the kitchen. It's no big deal. Stop stressing out for no reason."

Marco raised his eyebrows, before letting out a small chuckle. "Dylan, your idea of cleaning the kitchen is putting the dishes in the dishwasher. With food still on them."

Shrugging, Dylan looked expectantly at Marco, waiting for him to explain. When he didn't, Dylan raised his eyebrows. "So? They get clean, don't they?"

"No, you only think they get clean because I take them out and wash them by hand later on," Marco said, chuckling slightly as he turned the water off, getting ready to wash the dishes.

Dylan's mood seemed to change at this new information, and he looked crestfallen. "Oh. You never told me that."

"Of course I didn't," Marco said, turning to his boyfriend with a sympathetic look. "You seemed so proud of yourself. You liked thinking that you were helping out around the house and taking stress off of the rest of us. I didn't want to ruin that for you."

Dylan smiled slightly at his boyfriend, before sighing. "Okay. I won't put them in the dishwasher then. I'll wash them by hand. You need to go work on your paper." When Marco looked at him skeptically, Dylan rolled his eyes. "How about you do your paper in here and then you can watch me do the dishes and make sure I'm doing them right?"

Marco grinned at that, and grabbed a towel, drying his hands off. "Fine. But don't start until I'm back, okay?" When Dylan laughed at him, Marco just shook his head, leaving the kitchen. In a matter of moments he was back in the kitchen, sitting at the counter, his laptop open and ready to go.

"Alright, you do that and your wonderful fiancé will wash the dishes," Dylan said, nodding.

"Good," Marco said. It took him a moment to realize what Dylan had just said, but when he finally did, he looked up at Dylan, staring at him over his laptop. His throat had suddenly gone dry. "Did you just say 'fiancé'?"

Dylan smiled, nodding. "I did."

Marco felt like he was going to faint. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. After a moment he let out a laugh, shaking his head. "Dylan, is that your way of asking me to marry you?" When Dylan shrugged, an innocent smile playing on his lips, Marco's cheeks went a dark shade of pink and he grinned widely. "Dylan --"

Dylan reached into the cookie jar and pulled out a ring box, brushing the crumbs off as he walked over to Marco. He opened it, a diamond engraved white gold ring inside. "Well, what do you say?"

Marco stared at the ring for a moment, before rubbing a hand across his face. This seemed to worry Dylan, and Marco let out a laugh, before getting up from his seat and walking around to the other side of the counter. "Yes, of course!" He practically jumped into the taller man's arms, looking like a kid who had just been told that both Halloween and Christmas were coming early that year. Because, to Marco, it was like they were.