Warnings: strong sexual content, strong language.

A/N: Hope everyone enjoys this one.. I had a very rough day today, and editing this one to update definitely made me feel better. I certainly hope you all feel the same way :)

The phone rang at Station 51 fairly early in the morning, not too long after the firemen all woke up. Grumbling and shuffling, Mike picked up the phone with a rough, "Station 51. Stoker."

"Hey, Stoker. It's Montgomery, from C-shift."

"Hey, Monty. You don't sound good."

"I don't feel so good, either. Could I talk to Captain Stanley?"

"Sure, one minute…"

He set the phone down and called for Cap, who answered that he'd take it in the office. Mike wandered back into the kitchen once he'd picked it up.

"Dammit, who swiped my coffee? Chet-"

"Whoa there, babe, don't look at me. Johnny here's the notorious coffee stealer."

"Wha-? Kelly, I don't-"

"You do. You steal my coffee every day. My coffee, my food, my paper-"

"Roy, that's bein' unfair! I don't steal your stuff!" he stated indignantly.

Everyone snorted loudly. Chet smirked, "Oh really? I could probably name ten things right now. His coffee cup just this morning, half a donut, the sports page, a pen, socks-"

"Okay! Alright! I get it. Someti-Sometimes, I borrow things."

Another collective snort.

"None of this solved what happened to my coffee, fellas," Mike spoke up, "Now where is it?"

"Sorry, Mike. Musta picked it up thinking it was mine," Marco said at last.

Mike rolled his eyes. I'm sure he enjoyed that whole exchange, though. He poured himself another cup and dropped into the chair next to Marco, enjoying the proximity. They had four days off coming up, and Mike was already formulating some utterly filthy plans for the next two of them. He wasn't about to reveal that to Marco, though, wanting it to be a surprise. He'll never know what hit him.

"Fellas," Cap said, coming into the kitchen, "That was Monty from C-shift. He's got some kinda bad bug and needs someone to cover this shift for him. Any takers?"

"I'll do it, Cap. I could use the extra money," Marco spoke up after everyone else made their excuses, "The Charger needs a couple parts."

"Sounds good. I'll let Hookrader know when he comes in."

Mike had to work to keep from pouting. That was very unfair. He semi-cornered Marco in the locker room after breakfast.

"Why'd you do that, babe?" he whispered, "If you needed money, you shoulda asked."

"That would've been too suspicious, even for us. Besides, I'd feel better about it, spending money I earned myself on something more frivolous like my car."

"But I was gonna surprise you with something special."

"Oh? And what would that be?"

"Just somethin' special. Can't say or it'll ruin the surprise."

"Guess I'll be aching for it all shift, won't I?"

"Guess you will."

Making certain no one was there to see, he carefully palmed Marco's cock through his pants, felt it go semi-hard at his touch, muttered, "I'll give you that to remember me by, babe… and tomorrow morning, when you get home, there'll be a nice surprise waiting for you."

Marco bit back a groan as Mike left, asking one of the guys for a ride home.

xXxXx

Remember, indeed… Marco almost had to retreat to the latrine at one point to jack off but managed to hold off the images assaulting his mind. He could scarcely imagine what kind of surprise Mike had in store for him. He certainly hoped it was sexual, and his mouth all but watered when he thought of it, each daydream more tantalizing than the last… though they in no way prepared him for what he found when he got home.

"Mike? Querido, dónde estás? Huh, where are you, mi cariño?" Marco called teasingly.

"I'm in the bedroom, babe… You gotta come to me… but I assure you, it's well worth it."

Mike's voice sounded odd and breathy but not distressed. Marco followed it into the bedroom. He was hard as soon as he opened the door and saw Mike.

"Glad to see me?"

Mike laid across their bed, completely naked and fully erect, his brown hair tousled, skin flushed.

"I woke up like this at six," Mike told him, his voice a little shaky, "I dreamed about you last night, about what I wanted you to do to me today. I even already came once since I woke up… didn't clean it off, either… it's still all over me. You see it? Just for you, babe… only for you."

Marco all but tore his clothes off in his effort to remove them. He climbed up the bed, covering Mike's body with is own, and ravished his mouth. Mike's hips rocked up into his, their cocks sliding together. Pleasure sparked up his spine, his heart beating rabbit quick, his blood running hot.

"Waited for this all shift," Marco told him, lips working their way along his jaw and down his throat, "It's a good thing I know how to control myself… Things coulda got pretty awkward at the station… had some pretty hot fuckin' daydreams about you the whole time… about what I wanted to do to you…"

"Tell me what to do, babe," Mike said huskily, "Tell me how you want me, where you want me… tell me what you wanna do to me. It's all about you today. Whatever you want, Marco. I'm yours."

Marco's cock twitched. He whispered, "I want you tell me what you were thinking about this morning when you came all over yourself… want you to tell me how you jacked yourself off waiting for me today…"

Mike moaned softly as Marco's lips worked around his chest, paying particular attention to the two pink nipples. A moment passed before Mike complied with his wishes.

"I had a sexy dream about you, babe… was hard when I woke up. I tried to wait for you to come home, but I just couldn't. Could only think of your mouth on mine, of your perfect cock, your beautiful body… All I had to do was picture you here fucking me… used my fingers to pretend you really were," Mike explained, his breath hitching when Marco did something particularly wicked with his mouth, "I came so hard, as hard as when you fuck me almost… knew that was how I wanted you to find me, naked and hard and splattered with my own cum… knew you would like it."

"Because you always know just what I like, cariño… always have."

"Yup, always… since the beginning… That's what I wanted to celebrate. It's been two years since we met… two years yesterday."

"Two years since our lives have changed," Marco agreed, smiling.

"And I wanna celebrate right," Mike told him, "wanna treat you right, wanna let you do what you want with me… just tell me what to do, Marco."

"Right now I just want you to keep usin' that pretty mouth. I know you know how."

Mike grinned seductively and carefully flipped their positions, his body hovering over Marco's. He took his time kissing down Marco's torso, stopping everywhere that drove him crazy, seeming to delight in the noises he pulled from his mouth. Marco was still unprepared for the pleasure of the warm, wet mouth enveloping his cock. Shit, for a guy who never really talks, he sure as fuck knows how to use that mouth. Mike had become downright proficient at sucking cock, could do utterly sinful things with his tongue… not to mention his hands. His hands were always busy as his mouth, usually playing with Marco's balls or ass. A blowjob from Mike was a borderline religious experience.

He pulled his lips off Marco's dick with a wet pop and crawled up to kiss him. Marco moaned low in his throat at the taste of himself on Mike's tongue. It was just such an intimate thing to share.

"Where do we go from here, babe?" Mike whispered against his lips, "Choice is yours."

"Hmm… had a dream yesterday where you let me fuck you hard and fast and rough… it was pretty fuckin' hot, but I won't do anything you're not 100% okay with. I don't wanna hurt you."

"We can try it, if that's what you want. Honestly, it sounds really hot, like it might feel good. I won't say I haven't thought about it before… sounds dirty and sexy, y'know?"

"Alright then… you make yourself comfortable, and I'll get ready…"

He kissed Mike tenderly on the lips, then rose to get a condom and the lube while Mike set up some pillows to lay his hips over, ass in the air.

"Don't worry about prepping me," Mike told him, "I'll be okay. I did some earlier."

"You're sure, querido?"

"I'm sure. Go ahead and be rough. I can take it."

Marco's cock throbbed in response. He switched mindsets easily, ready to put on a show, ready to have a little fun… like he knew Mike liked.

"You wanna be fucked hard, Mike?" he whispered roughly, "Huh? You want my cock in your ass?"

Mike's only response was a shiver and whimper Marco recognized as pleasured.

"What was that?"

"P-Please…"

"Please what, querido? Use that pretty mouth."

Mike whimpered again, answering in a voice shaky with anticipation, "Please fuck me hard, Marco, babe… please…"

Marco lined up and pushed into Mike slowly, not wanting to hurt him no matter how hard they were about to fuck. Mike gasped, moaned loudly. The sound went straight to Marco's cock. Already heavily aroused, his hips snapped forward the last inch, making Mike gasp again. Marco leaned over, his body covering Mike's, keeping his hips still, and spoke in a low voice he hoped he had dripping with sex.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Mike… love havin' you like this, love fucking you… 'cause I know you love it, too… want you to remember this, mi cariño… want you to love this."

"I will, Marco… love this so much," Mike replied breathily, wiggling under Marco to get him to move, "Please, babe, I love it when you fuck me, babe… do it now, c'mon, fuck me now…"

"I should make you wait, bein' so demanding like that… should wait just like this, here inside you…"

Mike a whine of protest. Marco chuckled and kissed Mike's shoulder tenderly before giving it a gentle bite and sucking hard at the flesh there, knowing it would leave a little bruise. At the same time, he rolled his hips, finally moving inside Mike, who moaned beneath him and pressed back. Marco rose to his knees behind Mike, gripped his shoulder with one hand and his hip with the other, ready to do as Mike wanted him to. He said it was about me and what I wanted, but for me it's about him and what he likes. He wouldn't have agreed to do this if he didn't want to, if he thought he wouldn't like it. He gave a rough thrust, and Mike's hands gripped the sheets tightly.

The bed creaked with the pace Marco set, the sound mixing with that of their skin slapping together and Mike's little whimpers and moans and small grunts from Marco. He held Mike tight, half-certain his fingertips would leave bruises where he held him at shoulder and hip, half-certain he would love to see such marks on his lover. Never before had Marco been so completely enthralled with someone, so desirous of someone's attention that he felt compelled to mark them as his own and no one else's, to let them know Mike was his and his alone. He almost makes me feel… possessive. Almost...

"C'mon, Mike," Marco said after a minute or two, pulling out, "I have an idea… Roll over, querido…"

Once Mike was on his back, Marco pulled him closer, pulled him to the edge of the bed.

"Wanna see your face when you cum," he whispered, "You're so beautiful when you cum…"

Mike's skin was flushed a handsome, erotic pink, his erection heavy against his belly. Perfect… Marco returned to the pace of before, thrusting roughly, watching hungrily as Mike's cock bobbed in time with his movements. Heavy-lidded blue eyes watched Marco, dark with lust. His hands fisted in the sheets. He was happy when Mike came first, his eyes almost rolling back, a shuddering moan escaping his lips, cum spurting over his belly and chest. Marco gave a few more thrusts, then pulled out and peeled the condom off, taking his cock in hand. All it took was some good fast strokes, and Marco came hard, releasing an explosive groan as his cum mingled with Mike's.

Marco bent and licked a stripe up Mike's chest, tasting the saltiness of cum and sweat. He whispered, "Beautiful… you're so beautiful, Mike… love you… love that you're mine… and I'm yours, mi amor."

The smile Mike wore was blissed out happiness and love.

"Hmm, mine and yours… I like that."

"It does have a pretty great ring to it."

"Yeah… hey, c'mere and kiss me again… want a kiss…"

Marco complied happily, pressing his lips to Mike's. He could feel him smiling still.