Warnings: strong sexual content, strong language

Marco and Mike had a bit of a conundrum. They'd had the discussion multiple times, but finally, they came to a good decision as to when their anniversary was. Should it have been when they moved in together? Their first kiss? The first time they said they loved each other? They couldn't exactly go out on dates like a straight couple, unless it was somewhere two bachelors would conceivably go together. After a fairly short debate, they both agreed their anniversary should be that of their first meeting at 51s. That moment had been the real game changer, the moment they first knew nothing would be the same.

"I mean, it makes as much sense as anything," Marco offered, "It's a date we both remember."

"Well, I remember the date for all those other things, too, if that's the only criteria you want."

"It's not, but-… well… that was the beginning. We wouldn't have any of those other things if we never met."

"Yeah, I suppose that's the truth."

"So, did we settle it, querido? Do we have an anniversary?"

"March 20th, it is… our anniversary. Comin' on three years now."

"Some people would call this commitment."

"Wouldn't you?"

"Definitely. I'm here for as long as you want me, Mike," he said quietly.

Something in Mike's face changed, softened. He took Marco's hand in his own and told him, "Then I hope you're prepared to be here for a long time."

"That's the plan."

Warmth flowed along Marco's veins, hummed under his skin, fluttered in his heart. He leaned in and kissed Mike languidly, only pulling away briefly to whisper, "I love you so much," before kissing him again. He took Mike's face in his hands, hearing a quiet, "I love you, too," in response. His mouth was warm and had the taste of black coffee, his lips slightly chapped and wonderfully pliant under his. A big hand slipped up under Marco's shirt to settle against his side, fingers splayed over his ribs like Mike was counting them. Marco smirked against his lips. Contentment washed over him in waves. Yes, I'm gonna be here for a long time.

xXxXx

Mike and Marco agreed that no gifts were necessary for their anniversary. Neither of them needed anything, and it was enough for both of them to celebrate birthdays and Christmas with little gifts. Plus, it was still rather bizarre to Mike to be celebrating an anniversary at all. He never really expected he and Marco would last this long. Certainly he'd hoped they would, but it hadn't been an expectation. Sometimes, guys would have little flings with other guys but then settle down with a woman, because that was what was expected of them.

Instinctively, he knew Marco was different. He knew Marco loved him, knew he would really be there for the long haul, but still… a guy had a right to be a little surprised. After all, what he knew instinctively was not what his brain told him. His brain told him to worry, to wonder, to analyze, and it was his brain he listened to more often than not. He preferred listening to his brain. Logic was sound and useful. When he got emotional, those emotions got the better of him. He would get too sad, too angry, too excited. He needed to control those emotions and listen to what his brain and its training were telling him to do.

Marco brought out his emotions, though, but in a good way. Mike never felt too much with Marco, was never overwhelmed by what he felt emotionally. If he did, Marco was able to calm him, to make him feel right again. It was perfect, really.

March 20 rolled up on them in due time, and Mike was ready for it. He and Marco planned to spend the whole day at home in their apartment, and they did. They started by sleeping in and then making breakfast for lunch, and lounged about, just relaxing in each other's company, passing a calm day with the cats. This is nice. I like this very much. Marco surprised him by making dinner for the two of them, delicious Mexican tacos on fresh tortillas, full of flavor and spice.

"You're good-looking and you can cook," Mike commented after dinner, "You make a fine catch."

"It's what I've been told. I could always hear it more often, though."

Marco was lounging on the couch, and the sight was simply too tempting. He surprised me with food. I think it's my turn to surprise him. Mike wasn't typically the one to initiate sex, not because he didn't enjoy it but because it wasn't the most important thing to him. Certainly there were days when Mike felt pretty horny and wanted to be fucked, but overall he let Marco take the lead. He rather liked being told what to do, honestly, though he'd had his moments where he wanted to tell Marco what to do. That was kind of fun, and he'd be lying if said he didn't enjoy it. Still, given his druthers, he preferred bottoming… and there was something he wanted to try.

Mike sauntered over to the couch where his lover sat, watching as the other man smirked and began to spread his legs. He carefully climbed up and straddled Marco. Both their cocks were showing definite interest in the proceedings, easily felt as they pressed together. Mike rolled his hips, watched Marco's eyes darken with lust, felt the other body heat up beneath him.

"Is this a rem-reminder of what a fine catch I am?" Marco asked.

"Yeah," Mike replied, rolling his hips again, "Wanted to do something nice for you, babe… something we, uh, we haven't done before. It's not crazy or super kinky… just different."

"What is it?"

"Can I-? Can it be a surprise? I wanna surprise you," Mike whispered, leaning in and brushing his lips over Marco's, "I know you'll like it. Please?"

Marco's hands rested on Mike's hips.

"Of course, querido. I trust you. Surprise me."

Mike smiled and leaned in again, ghosted his lips over Marco's mouth, not quite touching. Excitement crackled between them. Anticipation buzzed in the air around them like electricity around a transformer. This was almost Mike's favorite part, the slow build, the anticipation of foreplay, imagining the pleasure to come. Getting Marco riled up was all part of the fun. Their noses brushed. Marco's breath hitched quietly. Every part of them was pressed together but their lips, the rise and fall of their chests pulling them apart and bringing them closer. Their breath mingled in that scant space between them. Marco finally tilted his head.

Their lips met. Mike inhaled sharply through his nose, obediently parting his lips when Marco licked over them, asking for entrance. He didn't demand, but even if he did, Mike would have quickly acquiesced. Marco's tongue could do some downright sinful things when he put his mind to it. He licked his way around Mike's mouth, exploring, tasting, pleasuring. Marco's hands slid up Mike's torso under his shirt. Mike continued to rock against his lover, caught his lip between his teeth, sucked on it. The action pulled a moan from Marco's throat, his hips jerking up against Mike's, nails digging into his sides. Mike carefully pulled back and pulled off his t-shirt, tossing it aside.

Marco leaned in, lips trailing over the column of Mike's throat. Neither said a word. They didn't need to. Love was evident in every movement, every touch of lips, every graze of teeth. Marco kissed down to Mike's chest and tilted his head, his tongue flicking out a nipple. Mike whimpered at the contact. His hands gripped Marco's shoulders tight, fingers pressing hard into the muscles there. Marco moved his lips up near Mike's collarbone and bit the sensitive flesh just below it. Mike gasped loudly, his hips jerking forward as Marco sucked a bruise into his skin.

He took Marco's face in his hands and kissed him passionately before shifting his weight. Skilled hands quickly divested Marco of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it to join his own. He trailed his mouth down Marco's torso, delighting in the breathy moans above him, and settled himself between Marco's legs, kissing the inside of his thigh. A warm hand gripped Mike's hair gently. Marco gasped when Mike mouthed his cock through his shorts.

"I see how you hold back when I blow you," Mike whispered finally, "Your hips get so tight from trying not to fuck my mouth. Tonight… tonight you can. If it's too much, I'll let you know. I just want you to feel good… want you to feel so fuckin' good…"

Marco gave a soft whine as Mike pulled down his shorts, his cock springing free, resting against his belly. The shorts joined the t-shirts in their pile. Mike looked over what he had just revealed, licked his lips, and got to work. He returned to the thigh, kissing his way to Marco's groin. He started with his balls, pulling them into his mouth one at a time, sucking and swirling his tongue. From there, he licked a slow, hot stripe up the shaft of Marco's cock. Muscular thighs shivered on either side of him. Marco's eyes were dark and lidded. Perfect… beautiful… He pressed a kiss to the head, precome damping his lips.

He briefly held Marco's hips still as he swallowed him to his base. Marco cried out, looked as though every muscle in his body tensed, tightened his grip on Mike's hair. Mike's cock twitched at the feeling of his hair being pulled, at the slight pain in his scalp. He let go of Marco's hips and pulled back from the base of his cock, working his tongue around the head, gathering the heady, salty taste of precome. Marco's hips jerked up. Mike relaxed his throat and jaw, allowing Marco's cock to slide in more easily. He pressed his tongue along the underside, enjoyed the smooth weight of his lover's cock on his tongue. If someone had told Mike even two years ago he would not only be great at giving head but would enjoy it, he would've thought them crazy. Yet here I am… Marco's hips rolled again, the head of his dick nearing the back of Mike's throat.

After a minute or two, pulled his mouth off Marco's cock with a purposefully wet pop, pressed another kiss to the head. Marco was looking wrecked. Mike's cock twitched again. He rose from his knees and tugged down his shorts, stepping out of them and climbing up to straddle Marco once more, lining up their cocks and rocking his hips. Mike hunched over, nuzzled at the brown throat, kissed his way up to Marco's lips. He whispered, "I want you to fuck me, babe… right here… just like this…"

"You-? You wanna ride me?"

"More than anything."

"Holy fuck… you sure know just what to say… you wanna get the lube and condom?"

Mike leaned over and opened a small drawer in their end table, pulling out a small bottle. Marco smirked, "Aren't you well-prepared… you do that earlier, querido?"

"I'm always prepared when I have a good plan, but… I-I only brought out the lube… not a condom."

Brown eyes blinked up at him. Heat bloomed across Mike's chest and up into his face. He wet his lips nervously, and quietly told Marco, "I-I wanna-… I want you to fuck me without a condom. We're both safe. We've only been having sex with each other, and we've used condoms every time. Just… just- I wanna feel you. I thought you might like it."

"I do. I do like it," he replied, "It makes me so happy to know you trust me enough to wanna do this with me. God, you make me so happy, Mike."

Mike smiled as Marco said that and leaned in to kiss him. He pulled back to prepare Marco, putting the lube on his hands to warm it up before beginning to slick up Marco's cock. Marco groaned at the slow, gentle strokes, his head dropping back onto the couch. Mike kissed along his jaw and the line of his throat. He rose to his knees, took Marco's cock in his hand, carefully positioned it at his hole. Marco held him about the waist as he slowly lowered himself, moaning at the familiar intrusion. It felt different without a condom, felt more intimate. Mike felt so full and whole he wanted to cry.

Their lips met again in a passionate kiss as Marco gave him time to adjust, probably needing the time himself, their tongues sliding together, teeth occasionally clicking. After a long moment, Marco rolled his hips, and both men gasped against the other's mouth. He bit his lip at the feeling of Marco's bare cock moving inside him. He rocked his own hips this time, bracing himself by holding Marco's shoulders. Marco met him with shallow thrusts, doing as best he could under Mike's weight. Mike tilted his head back, allowing Marco access to his throat. Teeth and tongue and lips trailed over his sensitive flesh. Mike's cock hadn't been touched yet, but he was sure he was going to cum without it happening.

Mike shifted his position, working to ensure Marco's dick would hit his prostate as often as possible. He moaned wantonly. Pleasure sparked up his spine and thrummed at the base of his skull. He and Marco were both panting and groaning, their foreheads pressed together, their eyes locked. Occasionally, their lips brushed, but their attention was solely focused on the other, focused on their lovemaking, on making the other feel good. Mike could feel his orgasm building as his pace became more erratic.

"Corazón… Mi-Mike… Mike, I-I'm gonna-gonna cum… so close-…"

"Do it… Babe, cum for me… wa-want you to cum-… cum inside me, Marco…"

Marco's hands slid down to grasp at his hips, holding tight as he thrust up into Mike a few more times. He cried out as he came, and Mike almost sobbed at the feeling of being filled. He could feel Marco's cock pulsing through his orgasm, could feel the cum hot inside him. It was incredible. He rolled his hips more, felt his own orgasm building, felt himself on the precipice.

xXxXx

Mike was beautiful and flushed above him, ready to cum. He was riding Marco's cock, his hole now slick with lube and cum. Only a few seconds later, Mike shuddered and cried out, making a sound somewhere between a shout and a sob. His whole body shivered as he shot hot cum over Marco's chest, his body clenching around Marco's softening cock, almost making him hard again. Mike collapsed against him. Their chests were heaving. Marco brought his hands up to Mike's face, pulling him away from his shoulder to look at him.

"Mi ángel, what's wrong?" Marco asked softly, "Are you okay?"

The blue eyes he so loved were wet with tears. Mike smiled and replied, "Nothing's the matter. That's just it. Everything's perfect, so perfect. God, I love you so much, Marco…"

A tear slipped down Mike's cheek, and before Marco could wipe it away, Mike leaned in and kissed him slowly.

"Te amo, mi ángel… mi querido," he murmured against Mike's lips.

He brushed another tear from Mike's cheek, smiling softly. Happy anniversary to us, indeed…