Disclaimer: Btw, I don't the sex gods know as Marco and Dylan from Degrassi but I do enjoy writing about them in my fantasies.

Author's Note: Bad ass-ary! Woot!

"Mornin' " Marco opened his eyes to see Dylan holding a tray of breakfast.

"Erm, Good morning to you too" Marco sat up on the couch, There was a lingering of heat, felt like hands but he ignored it. He took the tray from Dylan, "Thanks."

"Did ya sleep well" Dylan asked.

"Yeeesss" Marco replied looking at Dylan strangely. Dylan raised an Eye brow and before he could retort and Paige came in grabbing both men's attention.

"Hello Love birds" She said eating a cinnamon roll.

"Paige!" Marco yelled. He wouldn't cheat on Chase and he didn't like the joke about it. Dylan just blushed at it, It was his secret, not-so-secret hope.

"Sorry, sorry" Paige said. Marco just stuffed his face with the food in front of him. Soon enough he finished. He stormed off with his bag into the bathroom. He got into the shower and ,after about 30 minutes, Got out, changed, and tied his hair back. He came out. "Hey, I'm going out kay. I'm getting the mail from my house, then I have a date" Dylan looked at the slightly moist and clean Marco. He was in awe of the speed demon leaving his house. Dylan eye were addicted to his sight but he left the begging for more.

"Stuck, I swear" Paige said looking at her brother eying her friend.

"Be. Fucking. Quiet."

She giggled at her brother, amused by the truth.

Marco had placed the mail on the counter and walked out as quickly as he got in. He was headed to Chase's place. He didn't know what Chase was planning but Marco was excited. He came to the house and straighted out his hair before ringing the door bell. Chase came to the door his hair down. They locked eyes not even speaking any words.

Chase turned his head inside the house, "Ma! I'm going out!"

"Who's at the door?" she said.

"Marco"

"Kay bye" The two began to walk done the street. Chase then outreached his hand and Marco grabbed it, their fingers entwined. Chase looked at him, lost in the black pearls of perfection. They wouldn't talk much, just enjoy each others company. They came to a clearing, sitting on the grass. Chase came to thin olive neck. He thought about how tasty it was. Marco slightly quivered, feeling Chases lips on his neck. It was ecstasy. Chase moved off, "Marco, want to eat?"

"We can stay here" At this point, Marco's Loins where talking.

"Okay" Chase climbed on top of him. His hand began to crawl moving under Marco's shirt.

"Wa-wait, what are you doing?" Marco said coming back to his senses and pushed Chase off.

"What? You don't want to?" He said losing the moment.

"No"

"Fine, Let's go" Chase stood up with annoyance in his voice.

"O-okay" Marco got up to and they walked to the Dot. Ellie and Sean were sitting at a table across from each other. The two were watching each other, loving the mere sight of the other.

"Your so cute" Marco said commenting about the two.

"Hey, Marco, Chase" Ellie said. The men took seats next to the other couple.

"So what's up?" Ellie asked

"We're on a 'date'" Chase said still annoyed about before.

"Why the air quotes?"

"Because I wouldn't let him fuck me" Marco laughed. For some reason, it was funny to him. Ellie took hit him in the arm.

"Shame on you Chase" she said

"No it's fine"

"not really" Chase tried to say under his breathe. Marco looked at him irritated. The sun was beginning to set. Soon enough the setting suns light hit Marco, Chase couldn't be angry anymore and stared. Sadly He wasn't the only one, Dylan, through the window, looked at Marco. The olive in his skin, His hair, his eyes, the sun, it made ecstasy for Dylan. Marco could feel the stares he looked back but no one was there, all there was was Chase. Soon enough Chase had looked at the time, "Oh Shit, I gotta go babe. My mom is going to kill me if I'm not home soon."

"Okay, Later" Marco replied. Marco stayed with Ellie and Sean a while and the night began to show. Soon enough, Marco felt the need to leave. He left the two, making his way to the park. He felt nostalgic. He was in the dark moon lite park. He leaned on a tree, remembering the fun him and Dylan had before it all went to hell. Soon a familiar but Dark feeling came to him. The feeling of watcher with dark intent.

"Being sneaky won't help you" Marco said not feeling the same fear as when he was a sophomore.

"Hey fag, Long time no beating" Jay came out of the shadows with a steel pipe.

"That's if you can"

"What?"

"You heard me, Try me"Marco wasn't ready nor confident but he wasn't afraid and that was good enough. Besides Jay was the last person he needed to see and if he was going to bother him, he would at least fight him.

"Well homo, did you think a came alone?" Soon more people came from the shadows. All of which carrying pipes like Jay

"We are going to kill you" Jay said.

"Sure" Marco said walking away. Soon one grabbed his arm, "Where are you--" before he could finish his sentence, Marco elbowed his nose then punched his throat. He could here the his nose break. Marco, without looking back, started to walk away again. Another one of the goons grabbed him and before he could retaliate, Another grabbed his other hand, soon their was one more holding him in a choke hold as Jay walked up pointing the pole at Marco's heart. ((A/N: I like making Marco, slightly badass))

"Let go of me"

"No, we are going to kill you, but Torture is funner" Jay punched him in his stomach, and then the rest joined. Marco was being beaten, burned couple times , and cut before Jay said, "see fun. You might even be enjoying it you, fagg--." In came Dylan, who was still in the area, hearing the sounds of Marco and Jay's voice which was never good. Dylan hit Jay in the head with the hockey stick he was carrying. Before long, their were several on the ground unconscious and the rest retreated. Marco was couching, some of it blood. Dylan leaned in to help Marco, "Marco, where does it hurt?"

"No, I'm fine, Just fin--" He collapsed before he could finish his sentence. Dylan then grabbed his collapsed friend and ran to his house. When they got there, Dylan placed Marco on the couch and cleaned his face and clothes of as much of the blood as he could. Dylan put him under a blanket and left the room.

"Thanks Dylan"