A/N: Not mine, don't own...shall I continue? No money is being made...I don't know...usually disclaimer stuff...

I'm hoping this will make some of you happy...the end is nearing...I will promise to make this wrapped up in a nice neat little package with a bow...There won't be a continuation after this story. It was a trilogy. The trilogy will be complete. I promise to try to update quicker. I've been horrible about it. I am sorry! Review and I may try harder to post...bribe.

Chapter Twelve

Marco called Scott and asked him to come over.

Scott arrived about ten minutes later with a concerned look on his face. As soon as he saw Marco's expression, his gaze softened a little. He smiled sadly and said, "You are going to take him back again, aren't you?"

Marco nodded, "This is his last shot. I can't bear to have him leave again. If that does happen, I'll probably return to Canada or even Italy. I am sorry, Scott. I feel like I keep leading you on and then dropping you."

Scott smiled at Marco again, "I knew that this wasn't going anywhere. I don't mind that you tried it with me again, Marco. You are an amazing person and I think Dylan is an idiot for letting you go in the first place. I hope I still get to be your friend."

Marco laughed, "You will always be my friend, Scott. You too are amazing. I hope you find someone for you soon."

Dylan came home and sat on the couch when Marco motioned for him to do so.

Marco sat on the coffee table and faced Dylan, "I remember you too. It's a part of my everyday life. I do love you and have loved you all along. I forgive you for being away and I want you here with me. I believe that you won't leave again. If you do, this is your last chance. I can't keep going around in circles with you."

Dylan sighed in relief, "I love you and I swear I won't mess this up again. Almost losing Paige has given me a new view on life. I remember what my granddad said…I'm going to love and live like there is no tomorrow."

Marco leaned forward and kissed him, "Let's start this off right, let's go to bed."

"But what about the whole trusting me thing again?"

"Do you seriously wish to question why I want to make love with you?"

"NO, let's go."

Marco chuckled as he led the way to the master bedroom. He pushed Dylan inside and closed the door with his foot. He started to undress his husband with all the care he could manage.

Dylan's moan was cut off as Marco crashed his lips into his. He felt Marco's tongue trace over the seam of his lips, requesting entrance. He willing obliged the questing muscle and let the kiss be deepened.

Marco pushed Dylan back until his knees hit the mattress and he sat down firmly. Marco smirked sexily at his blonde husband as he lowered himself to his knees.

"Umm…Marco?"

"What?"

"You don't enjoy doing this normally?"

"I found a new appreciation for it. Are you stopping me?"

Dylan shook his head, "No, be my guest. I'll just sit here and oh…god…oh…wow. That is…mmm…amazing."

Marco kept sliding his mouth and tongue up and down on his husband. The sounds Dylan made were spurning him to go farther and longer than normal. He knew it had to feel amazingly good when Dylan fell back against the mattress, unable to support himself on his arms anymore.

Dylan warned Marco that he was nearing his climax but Marco kept up with the suction and pressure. Dylan erupted into Marco's throat with a loud shout.

Marco crawled up onto the bed and looked down into Dylan's face. His eyes were closed, chest rising and falling with each labored breath and his face was flushed. Marco smiled satisfactorily, "Are you alright?"

Dylan's blue eyes cracked open as he looked up at his husband, "I am better than alright. I am downright fantastic and boneless now. I think I need to rest for a few minutes before we try this again."

Marco leaned down and kissed Dylan's forehead, then down to his nose and finally his lips. It wasn't a feverish, passionate kiss but it was tender, full of love and promises.

After making love twice, each taking a turn at being bottom, Marco curled into his husband. He stroked idle patterns on his lover's chest, "What time should we call Paige and tell her the good news?"

"Let her stew for a few days. She's got her hands full anyway with Mom, Dad, Chad and the new babies."

"You do know that she has called me twice in two days to ask if you had made your way back into my bed yet," stated Marco.

Dylan placed his hand over Marco's stopping the movement, "And what did you tell her?"

Marco smiled at his husband, "That no you hadn't because Scott was currently happy in that position."

Dylan's laughter rumbled against Marco's cheek, "I bet she had a fit knowing that you and Scott were sleeping together while I was in the next room."

"Yeah, she screamed a bit before going speechless."

"How did she end up speechless?"

Marco kissed Dylan's chest to smother a laugh, "I said we offered for you to join us but you said you weren't interested."

Dylan laughed so hard he displaced Marco from his chest. He calmed down and pulled Marco back to his previous position, "I do love you."

"I'm glad."

Dylan awoke to the sound of the shower running and he was slightly confused. He didn't want to bring himself to open his eyes just yet but he was trying to discern who was in his shower. Then he started to notice a few things, the mattress wasn't his mattress because the lump was missing, the air didn't smell of sweaty men and hockey gear, instead it smelled clean and most of all, the sheets felt so silky, not his rough cotton ones. His brain slowly began to focus on these facts and it clicked, he was at Marco's and in their bed. He was back with his husband and it was his husband in the shower.

A wicked grin stole across Dylan's face as he headed into the bathroom. He never bothered to put on pajama pants last night after their latest round of love making, so he slipped around the shower curtain as quietly as possible and pressed against the young Italian under the water.

Marco squeaked in surprise before relaxing against Dylan. He tilted his head for a kiss and smiled sweetly, "Good morning."

Dylan's chest shook a little with laughter, "Good morning to you too, my love. Why didn't you wake me?"

Marco turned and wrapped himself around his husband, "Because you looked so peaceful sleeping next to me. I felt like you could use a little more sleep. I'm sure you are still suffering from Saturday morning."

Dylan wrapped himself equally around Marco, "I was sleep deprived but seeing a wet and naked Italian is always arousing."

Marco moved his hip a little, "I can tell."

Dylan thrust a little into the smooth skin offered to him before claiming that tempting mouth beneath his.

Marco moaned and raised up to wrap his legs around Dylan's waist. He moaned into Dylan's shoulder as Dylan slid into him. He gasped lightly and bit down on Dylan's shoulder as he hit his sweet spot.

Dylan almost lost it when Marco bit him. He moaned and tried to keep his position. He knew he wasn't going to last long with this incredibly sexy and hot man in his arms.

Marco ground himself against Dylan's rock hard abs and climaxed forcefully, pushing Dylan over the edge with him.

Dylan pressed Marco against the shower wall and dropped his head to Marco's shoulder, panting in satisfaction. "That was…there aren't words."

Marco chuckled as he let his legs drop from Dylan's waist, "Now let's finish our shower. I want to see the babies today."

Dylan groaned, "I have a breakfast meeting with the Bruins coaches this morning at eleven anyway. They want to renegotiate my contract."

Marco kissed him before pushing him away and resumed standing under the still running water.

Dylan washed Marco's hair and back for him before Marco edged away from him.

At Dylan's quizzical look, Marco answered, "If we start that again now, you won't make your meeting because I'll be directing you back to the bed to stay until tomorrow."

Dylan didn't say anything but he did keep his hands to himself, mainly.

Marco finished his shower and left the stall so his husband could do the same.

Dylan entered the room to find a naked Marco sprawled across the bed in a very wanton fashion. Dylan's low-slung towel twitched with interest. "Are you trying to kill me or make me late, dear husband?" inquired Dylan.

Marco smiled as he stroked himself leisurely, "No, I was thinking of you when I dried off and something arose. I figured I needed to take care of it or it might never go away." His tone was so innocent, they could have been talking about the weather.

Dylan pounced on the bed after a quick glance at the clock. He swiftly undid the knot in his towel and pressed against his husband, leaning down to kiss him.

Marco laughed playfully, "Did I say you could accost me?"

"No but lie back and enjoy it anyway," responded Dylan as he slid down to his lover's erection. He tentative licked it before taking it into his mouth entirely.

Marco moaned and closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation. He came within minutes and proceeded to reciprocate the favor.

Dylan and Marco managed to dress and go their separate ways with time to spare for Dylan's meeting.

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