Author's Note: I hope this was written okay. Sorry if it sucks. Part of the last part is loosely based on one of StrongatHeart's stories, which I highly recommend!! Please read & review.

"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.

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.