Fan Fic and More

Title: To have and to hold
Author: StormyBear30
Author Website: p206.ezboard.com/bslashygoodness17029
Feedback Email: StormyBear29@cox.net
Pairing: Marco and Dylan
Rating: Strong R
Summary: Dylan nearly loses Marco
Disclaimer: I don’t own Degrassi or any related parties.


I don’t know why I am so nervous...don’t know why I wring my hands painfully in front of me as I sit among the many invited guests. Maybe it’s because I know that after today that not everything will be the same. Maybe it’s because of the guilt that I feel at not giving him what I know he had craved for to many years to count. Maybe it’s the shame because despite the fact that I love him...I have never been man enough to give him what was promised so long ago. The beautiful sounds of an organ playing rip me from my thoughts as I stand as they all do...watching...admiring them as they walk down the aisle before us. However...where as their eyes are trained on the beautiful women dressed all in flowing white lace...mine are plastered to the man that is leading her down the aisle. He is a vision dressed to the nines in the finest Armani suit that Toronto has to offer. It amazes still to this day how much of a cloths horse he is...but it is one of the many reasons that I love him the way that I do. Our eyes lock immediately as together they glide down the middle of the church arm in arm...so much like they used to when they were in high school. It’s amazing how close these two have stayed despite time and distance...so much so that I sometimes feel that he is closer to her then he is to his own lover. I know that I shouldn’t be jealous...but it’s a part of me that can’t let go of the part where she was his first schoolboy crush...his first kiss...his soul mate.

“I love you” he mouths as he glides past me and I can’t help but smile because it is such a Marco thing to do. Ever since that first kiss almost seven years ago he’s has come to know me unlike any other. I can feel my heart squeeze as he graces me with that perfect smile that turns my knees into jelly every time that I see it. The thing is that I don’t know if it’s because of him or the unrelenting stuffiness that seems to have permeated this entire building. Gracing him with as much of a smile as I can...I begin to fidget with my tie...loosening it in order to bring air into my empty lungs. “Stop that” he scolds moments later as he slides into the empty seat besides me...rearranging the mangled mess before sitting back as he takes my hand into his. I can only gawk at his openness as he gives that same hand a playful squeeze before focusing his attention back to the nuptials taking place before us.

It amazes me as to how truly open Marco is about our long-standing relationship and us. I can still remember those first years that we were together...where he was absolutely frantic about keeping our love as much of a secret as possible. I remember the fear and the pain as he finally broke the news to his friends and his family about us...only to lose some of them due to their ignorance and refusal to understand such things. We were out full force after that...only to have to closet our love once again that first year when he joined me at university. He is nothing like the man that I knew back then and I count myself lucky every day that eventually he was man enough to admit who he was and feel comfortable about it.

The reception is loud and crowed as once again hand in hand we make our way inside. He is so in his element as he kisses and chats with everyone that comes within his line of site. He lives for occasions like these...festivals of happiness where the ones that we love come together to celebrate the start of a new life with the one they pledged their lives to. He loves them and I hate them with an unbridled passion. Don’t get me wrong in general I don’t hate weddings. It’s the fact that in the last two years we have had to endure eight of them and with each one my guilt continues to grow as well as the nightmare of our on attempt at wedded bliss.

He longs to get married...I can see it in his eyes and although he continually denies it...I know that it’s true. It’s hard to believe that it’s already been three years since our own attempt to get married...but it has. I remember it like it was yesterday...remember every intricate detail of the day that he and I would officially and in the eyes of the country of Canada be husband and husband. I remember his excitement the week before hand as friends and family from all over came in to share in our special day. I remember the way that he drove me insane with his perfections and spending...but secretly I loved it because I had never seen him so happy before since. I remember laughing and carrying on as we addressed what felt like a million invitation envelopes before hand...only to make frenzied love afterwards on the very table we had been working on. I remember feeling the love as one by one the R.S.V.P’s came fluttering in and how excited I was to learn that my America bound sister would be joining us on our special day. However...what I remember most of all was getting that horrible phone call the night before the wedding as we sat at home waiting for Paige and Spinner to appear after their plane landed at the airport.

“You ok?” I hear him ask and the concern on his face is too much for me to handle after recalling such painful memories.

“Yeah...” I lie as I pick up my water glass as we sit around a fancily made up table...downing it in one gulp. “I just need some air” he doesn’t say anything...but I already know what he is thinking as I pull myself out of my chair and literally bolt for the exit. I lose my tie in an instant as I rip if off my neck and toss it on the ground before me. I am dying for a drink...something hard...something that will take away the remembered pain of what was supposed to be the greatest day of our lives. I want to forget about the night when we received a call from the hospital telling us that their had been an accident and that we were needed there immediately. She passed away that night...Spinner himself looming near death for a short time before he too passed away. They had been involved in a car accident of which they were to never recover from. The wedding was cancelled immediately...and instead of a day of glorious jubilation...we were burdened with deep sadness at the death of my sister and one of Marco’s best friends.

It was that very night as all of our family and friends sat huddled in that tiny waiting room that we got the saddest news of our lives. They were dead...dead at the hands of a drunk driver who was to stupid...to selfish to take a cab or call a friend. My parents were beside themselves with grief...my mothers screaming and falling apart at the seams at the news that her only daughter was dead. I was completely and utterly devastated with that in it self...but what she said to me next was completely my undoing. “This is all your fucking fault” she cried over to stand before me with such rage in her eyes that if caused me to take a step back in fear. “This is all your fault...you and your fucking faggot” I barely felt the hand that ricocheted across my face...for the evil of her words were enough to send me over the edge. I lost my mind that night and continued to remain crazy for months to come after that.

A splash of wetness bounces across my cheek as I look up towards the sky and send out a silent curse. It figures that it would rain on a day like today...a day that is supposed to be full of happiness and wonderful memories. Grabbing my tie from where it has landed on the ground...I once again place it around my neck as I rush back inside the place I don’t want to be. Brushing my hand through my unruly mop I begrudgingly make my way back into the reception hall...only to stop short at what I see before me. Once again jealously begins to inhabit me as I watch Marco glide Ellie across the dance floor with a simple sort of grace. The jealously once again turns to guilted sadness as I watch the way that they stare into each others eyes...smiles on both of their faces. I can see the tears in his eyes and it causes my guilt to soar even more...because I know what an honor it is for Marco to take her fathers place. She went through a hard time when she lost her father to cancer about fives years back...but with his unending supply of love and understanding he helped her work her way through it...eventually bringing her to where we are today.

“You feeling better” he asks softly...startling me from my thoughts as he places his hand upon my cheek. “You’re wet” he goes on...wiping the tears from my face as he looks up at me with a worried look upon his handsome face.

“Raining” is my only reply as I reach around his waist...turning him around until his back is flush against the front of my body. Leaning down I wrap both my arms around his beautifully trim waist as I lay my head against his ear. Closing my eyes I inhale the beautiful scent that it purely Marco. Chuckling softly...I recall once or twice threatening to bottle it up and charge an over blown price for it to any gay man looking for the perfect fragrance.

“What’s so funny” he questions as he looks at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Nothing” I chuckle again...wrapping my arms even tighter around him as I kiss him softly upon his beautifully scented neck. “I love you Marco” I whisper as we watch the couples dancing slowly as a slow ballad plays in the background. “You wanna dance?” I asked...reluctantly releasing him from my grip as I move to stand before him...my hand out stretched Once again a smile inhabits my face as he looks up at me as if dumbfounded and I know that he is for I hate to dance with a passion and he knows it.

“I’d love to” he beams as he places his smaller hand into my own...allowing me to lead him towards the dance floor. As if on instinct our bodies meld together...but not before I step on his toes a few times for good measure. Back and forth we sway...not hearing the music around us...but the music that is always present whenever we are together. Closing my eyes I allow him to take the lead as the world around us disappears and it is just the two of us. Once again my mind wanders back to a time when I almost lost the man that I hold in my arms with my drinking and cheating ways. After the death of my sister I just lost it. I lost my mind...lost my job...lost the respect of my friends and family...but most importantly I almost lost Marco.

The night of the funeral was where it all began and for months afterwards it only continued to get worse. I started drinking that night and didn’t stop until I was in the same hospital that my sister and her husband had died in. After that the anger really set in. Anger at what happened...anger at my mother for saying those horrible words to me...but most importantly I was angry because I took those hateful words to heart. My mother and father hadn’t spoken one word to me after that night and with each day that passed...my anger grew and Marco was the one that received the brunt of it. I was a nasty and mean drunk who would say and do just about anything to try and make him hurt the way that I was hurting. He tried to be there for me...to help me...but I just pushed him away and then betrayed him in a way that to this day it still almost kills me to think about it.

It started out like any regular night as I drank myself into stupidity and then picked a fight with my lover. As usual he tried his damnest to avoid another confrontation...but I was in the mood to fight and fight I did. I told him that I didn’t love him anymore...that I wasn’t sure that I ever loved him...despite the fact that those words weren’t true. I was just so damned angry at being gay...at him for being gay and for loving him as much as I did. He begged me to take those words back...tears of hurted pain blazing down his face...and although it was killing me to do so...I totally rebuffed him. I told him that I needed to be away from him for awhile and so I did just that. Grabbing my coat I left him torn and crying in the middle of the living room as I went in search of more alcohol. Little did I know that fate was going to once again intercede in the form of my one time best friend and first time boyfriend.

Seeing Tom again after such a long time was a shock in itself...but taking him up on his offer to go back to his place was an even bigger one. We did things that night that I had never done before...things that were horrifying and frightening...but in my drunkenness they were things that I had no control over at the time. When I woke the next morning his apartment was ransacked and I was more exhausted then I was the night before. I left before he even had a chance to wake. I didn’t know where to go or what to do with myself and so I just walked. I walked for hours before I passed out from sheer exhaustion...waking up in a hospital room with a apprehensive Marco besides me. He tried to talk to me...about what I don’t know...but I knew that I had to tell him about what had happened or be crushed by the weight of the guilt.

He...as expected didn’t take the news well. First all he could do was stare at me in complete unbelief. Then the anger came...anger that I braced myself for...but truly never got because it wasn’t and still isn’t in Marco’s nature to be hurtful. I could tell that he was holding back and that alone hurt me more then if he had truly gotten angry with me. The final stage was pure unadulterated pain. After the finality of it all set in he just lost it. “How could you do this to me...to us?” he asked...hurt and painful tears rolling in droves down his face. It was a fair question...but one that I had no true answer for. He proceeded to tell me that no matter what he still loved me...but regardless of that love there was no way that he could ever forgive me for what I did. With that said he took his leave...stopping one last time at the hospital door to take one last look at me before leaving me all alone.

I was absolutely beside myself with grief...falling deeper into the pit of alcohol and despair after they finally released me from the hospital a few days later. The doctor that discharged me strongly recommended that I place myself in AA and that there were meetings right there on a almost nightly basis. My only response to that was a ungrateful fuck off before I stormed out of the hospital not caring one way or the other if I returned again or not. It was weeks before I saw Marco again...but let me tell you that it wasn’t for lack of trying. He had moved in with Jimmy and each time that I tried to reach him...Jimmy was there to tell me in no uncertain terms that Marco was off limits to me and so I fell deeper. I began to drink more...never left our apartment and cut myself off from everyone that meant anything to me. I don’t know who told him...or even why...but he showed up weeks later...barging into the apartment that we once shared and boy was he pissed. I had never seen Marco so upset in all the time that I had known him...but I was about to get a taste of his Italian temper and boy I quickly learned that I didn’t like it.

“Get up” he screamed...hands on hips as I lay near comatose on the couch. There were beer and liquor bottles spread throughout the whole place and it smelt as if I had died in it. “I said get the hell up” his screaming continued as he jerked me easily off of the couch...his anger giving him the strength of two Marco’s. I did as he ask...wobbling slightly as I stood before him unable to do much of anything but bawl like a baby before him. “Stop this...stop this right now” he yelled in my face as he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me towards the bathroom. “You want to act like a fucking baby...then you will be treated like one” I didn’t even try to fight him...because the truth of the matter was that angry or not he was with me and I would do anything that he asked me if it meant he never left again. “When was the last time that you even cleaned yourself up?” he continued to question me in anger...quickly undressing me before shoving me under the spray of the shower. “Finish getting cleaned up” he demanded...placing a bar of soap in my hand. “And don’t you dare come out of here until you are clean as a whistle” I watched as he turned and walked out...leaving me alone once again. I did as he asked...cleaning every nook and cranny before finally losing it once again. Sliding to the cold porcline below I pulled my knees to my chest...wrapping my arms around them before losing my last shred of stubbornness.

I figured that he had left and I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt a warm hand upon my then cold skin. “Marco...” I whispered hoarsely...looking up into eyes so full of pity that it caused me to start crying all over again.

“Come on...let’s get you dressed” he spoke softly...the look of anger gone from his face as I allowed him to lead me once again. “Brush your teeth” he urged...taking the dangling toothbrush from off the wall...placing the necessary toothpaste upon it before handing it back to me. He looked at me through the mirror of the glass as I brushed my teeth...then handing me the razor as I got rid of the uncomfortable and unattractive facial hair that I had acquired. After that he took me into the kitchen and made me eat...even though I didn’t want to. “We need to talk” he spoke sadly after I finished the last of the soup that he had given to me. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say...but I followed him anyways. “This can’t go on Dylan” he began...sitting on one of the chairs in what used to be our living room...me on the couch. “You’re killing yourself and I just can’t sit here and watch you do it. It’s not your fault you know...not our fault. Paige and Spinner didn’t die because we are gay. It’s not because of our wedding or the fact that we are men and in love. It was a stupid and horrible accident and your mother should have never said those things to you. She was wrong to blame you...wrong to blame us and now because of it your letting everything that was once us just fall apart” I could see the tears in his eyes as he tried to put on a brave front and it caused my own set of waterworks to begin once again...because I knew that everything he said was the god’s honest truth. “I love you Dylan...but I can’t stand by and let you do this to yourself any longer”

“You still love me?” I asked quickly and in shock as tried to control the urge to vomit as I awaited his response. “Even after everything that I did”

He waited for a few minutes before he spoke…causing my spew factor to rise even more. The truth of the matter was that Marco had ever right not to love me anymore…not to want to be with me anymore and by the look on his face…it seemed that was the way that his decision was heading. “I love you Dylan” he spoke softly…but the pain in his voice was fully obvious. “I will always love you…but I won’t lie to you and say that you didn’t hurt me. Jesus Dylan…” he went on…jumping off the chair as he began to pace before me. “You slept with another man” he belted out…tears once again raining down his handsome face. “You have done nothing but treat me like shit…berate me and make me feel that because you were in love with me that it somehow had to do with the death of your sister and my best friend” His words tore at my soul…because he was right. I had done everything in my power to try and make the only man who had always been there for me hurt like I was. I hadn’t even realized it until that very moment…but Marco had also lost someone very dear to him…Spinner. Spinner and Marco were like brothers and not once since his death had I allowed him to grieve properly nor had I been there to support that grief. He never left me after that night. In fact when he should have been running for the hills…he stood tall beside me as I worked my way out of the sludge that had become my life.

“Dylan…” I hear him speak before me...as he looks up at with me eyes so full of concern once again.

“Hmmm” I murmur as I once again pull him into my arms and attempt to be as graceful as he was when he was dancing with Ellie.

“I said are you ready to get out of here?” he asks…pulling back slightly as he places his hand tenderly upon my cheek. “I think that you’ve suffered enough all ready today” he grins up at me…but it just doesn’t quite reach his eyes. I watch as his eyes dart around the beautiful reception as he tries to take it all in before we take our leave. “Let me just say goodbye to Ellie and then we can leave” Pain once again consumes my heart as he leans up and kisses me softly before taking his leave. Guilt soon follows and I quickly realize that it is time to get over the pain and the upsets of the past and move on into my future with the only man for me. I’m going to ask him to marry me…but because of all that I have put him through it has to be special…something that will stand out for all time. He deserves only the best and more that I can offer him and yet I can only hope to be able to live up to my own guilted standards. “Ok…lets go” he grins that same mock grin at me as he reaches out to take my hand.

“Not just yet” I stall…searching the crowded banquet hall for the person I need to talk to more then anything right now “I still haven’t danced with the bride” my lie continues as I lean down and kiss him upon the lips as I grab a nearby stranger and place her before his suspicious frame. “Here…dance with her” Before he has a chance to utter a word…the girl has him locked within her grasp as I maneuver my way over towards Ellie and her new groom. “I just realized I haven’t danced with the bride yet” I smile nervously as she looks up at me with eyes so full of dislike and hatred. “Please Ellie…” I beg…but I don’t care because she is the only one that I know can aid me in making our engagement and then wedding a huge reality. She must sense my urgency as she places her gloved hand into my out stretched one as I guide her towards the side of the room.

“I thought you wanted to dance with the bride?” she asks…more accusations and discord shooting from her made up eyes.

“I think that you will be safer listening to what I have to say away from the dance floor” I chuckle…my nerves ready to snap at any minute. “I’m ready Ellie” I blurt out…taking a deep breath before holding the next one in as I await her reply.

“Three years Dylan” she grinds out through clenched teeth as she steps a little further away from me. “You made him wait three years and lord no how many other weddings he has had to go through…each time a reminder of his own failed one…and now you are ready” I can feel the anger she feels for me as it radiates from her body…and I know that she has every reason to be angry with me…every reason to hate me.

“I know…” is my reply…because what else can I say when her words are the gods honest truth. “I’ve fucked up a lot along the way Ellie. I know that I have hurt him and mentally abused him…and I have to deal with the guilt of that everyday. However…he loves me for it despite all my screw-ups and downfalls. I know that I have let him down…know that he’s longed to be more then just my partner in life. But…I also know that if we had married after Paige and Spinner’s death that we wouldn’t be here today. I was messed up and confused and I did things that I will feel guilty for until my dying day…but you have to know that I never once stopped loving him. I know you hate me and you don’t think that I am good enough for him. I also know that in truth you are right and I am ok with that…but you are the only one that can help me”

“You’re not good enough for him” she repeats my words frankly and my heart goes crashing into the deepest pits of my stomach. But…he loves you and despite everything that you have done…he always will”

“So…you’ll help me” I blurt out astonished that she is even considering it.

“Yeah…but only after my honeymoon” she says with a look upon her face that can almost be construed as a smile.

“Help you with what?” I hear Marco ask as he comes up behind me…wrapping his arms around my waist as he looks between the two of us.

“Um…err…we were just…um” I stammer…not sure what lie to make up to hide our earlier conversation.

“Learn how to dance” I hear her blurt out…as she takes me by the hand and literally jerks me out onto the floor.

“Thanks…” I whisper as I watch Marco watch us. “I owe you”

“That you do blonde boy and trust me you are going to pay” she replies almost cryptically…and I know that my payback is going to be rough and possibly expensive. However…I don’t care what it takes to put the light back into Marco’s eyes. He is worth his weight in gold and then some and no matter what I will make this marriage a reality.

Later that night…

I love the sound of his laughter as it echoes around us as together we dance down the hallway towards our apartment He is beside himself with happy giddiness and I couldn’t be more pleased for it. Despite my early reservations about Ellie’s reception…after I had my talk with her I relaxed enough to actually have a good time. I allowed him to drag me to the dance floor a few more times…and I didn’t really put up much of a fight for I would do anything to hold him within my arms anyway.

“Man…I had such a good time tonight” he giggles as he takes my hand and begins to spin himself away from me…only to spin back into my eager arms before I kiss the shit out of him. “Whoa…” he pants once I release him from the kiss…wrapping my other arm around him as he starts to slip from my grasp. “You know a kiss like that holds such promise” he giggles some more…slinking his smaller body against my own. “So stud…what else do you have planned for us tonight?”

“Why don’t you follow me into the bedroom and let me show you” I grin down at him lustfully…jutting out my tongue as I trace his own grinning lips with it. He is literally beaming and I know that I have done good as he jerks me into our apartment…slamming the door behind us before rushing into our bedroom. I am pinned against the wall before I have a chance to think or react as his hot tongue plunders my mouth…while his hands rid me of unnecessary clothing. My body is on fire as he breaks his lock upon my lips…taunting me…teasing me as he explores the tender expanse of my neck. I try to control my cries…but he knows exactly what spots to hit as his pleasureful torture continues to excite me beyond belief. I want him…I need him…but I know this look that I see in his eyes. It is a playful look…but it is also a look of wanting to be in control of all that takes places behind the closed doors of our bedroom. I love this side of Marco because it is a side that I rarely get to see. I love it when he becomes the dominant…becomes the one taunting and teasing me…telling me what to do. Don’t get me wrong when I tell you that he rarely ever acts like this…because he may only like to play leader of the pact from time to time…but our sex life has always been explosive and mind numbing.

“Do you like that Dylan?” he torments me as he bites and tugs at my tender nipples. “Do you like it when I do that to you?” he continues…causing me to cry out in near delirium…because I love it when he does things like this to me. I never knew one could receive such pleasure from the mere sucking of manly nipples. Oh but you can…and he is a pro at it. I can’t speak…can only make odd sounding grunting noises as I latch my hand upon his head…urging him to play with me even more. I don’t think that this night could ever get any better…but that is until I feel him grab my dick forcefully between his tiny hands and give it a playful squeeze.

“Holy shit…” I cry out in pain and pleasure all rolled into one. I can feel him smile against my chest as he continues with his double action…sending my already overactive hormones into overdrive. I need to fuck him and he knows it…but he isn’t done playing as he removes himself completely from my body…sauntering backwards towards the bed as he begins to strip for me. He has a grin so sexy upon his face that I would love to kiss it right off…but I know this game that we are playing all to well. He is in control and I am powerless to do anything until he dictates. Within seconds he is completely naked as he leans against the oversized bed. With one look I get the permission that I need as he turns around…his back towards me as he bends over. I know what he wants without even being told as I fall to my knees…wrapping my hands around his thighs before I dive in and begin rimming him for all that I am worth. He loves it when I do this and I can tell that he is pleased as the sounds of satisfied moaning fill the room around us.

I love making love to Marco…love everything about it. I love the heat of his skin as if melds into my own. I love the taste of his lips as we share sweet kisses that I hope will never end. I love the way that his body responds to my every touch…my every desire. I love how he is open to anything that I might ask of him…and man enough to want to try new things on his own accord. I love that no matter how I hold him…it is as if he were made only for my body.

“On the bed” I pant…needing more of him…needing all of him. Our mouths fuse together in needful abandon that soon has us panting and air starved in a matter of minutes. My hands not for one second stay idol as I examine every expanse of skin laid out before me. My lips torture and tease that same supple skin that it has loved to taste from the first moment we made love. My goal is to bring him the ultimate in pleasure possible after the stress that I had put him through at the beginning of Ellie’s wedding till the middle of the reception. I can feel his outright need…his primal urge as he decides to forgo my exploration…flipping me onto my back before latching his lips upon my own once again. His eyes speak to me. He is so exposed as once he breaks our lip lock he stares down at me…locking with my own exposed eyes. “I love you Dylan” He whispers as he continues to gaze at me with such love and devotion. I feel as if I can’t breath...as I get lost in those eyes because the truth of the matter is that I don’t deserve half of what he constantly gives to me.

“I just want you to know that I love you” I speak so softly that I am not even sure that I have said the words aloud. “I love you…” I repeated much louder…my voice strained and hoarse due to the emotion of it all. “I love you so much Marco Del Rossi and I always will” Before I have a chance to speak he is once again kissing me with an all fired frenzy that leaves no doubt as to what was about to happen next. My cries are loud and pleasureful as he reaches back and begins to stroke my already raging penis with the warmth of his hand. He swallows every cry…not once breaking his mind-altering kiss. “Marco…” I scream…forcing our lips apart as I pull in necessary air before I black out completely. I know that I won’t last long tonight due to the emotion and the need for him. “Marco…please” my cries of passion continue as he takes my heed…straddling my hips before positioning my dick against his entrance.

“Jesus…” he cries out as he slides downward…filling himself to the hilt with my sex tool. “Oh god Dylan…you feel so good” his words continue as I place my hands upon his waist…assisting as much as can with our needful friction. “Shit…so good” and I can’t help but smile…because my shy…almost angelic Macro becomes a wild one-way conversationalist in the throws of our lovemaking. He’s a screamer…loud and proud as he tells anyone that might be listening how much I pleasure him. “Fuck me Dylan” he screams…placing his hands upon my hands as he increases his actions. Sitting forward…I attempt to kiss him…missing his mouth completely as we ride out our pony ride. “I’m going to come Dylan…going to come” I hear him and I know that he is close as I wrap one hand around his bouncing penis…the other I claw his glorious ass with.

“Now Marco…NOW” I cry out…giving his dick a plentiful tug before he explodes his hot juices all over my hand and my chest. “F-U-C-K” I shout…digging my nails into his delicate ass cheek…before filling his beautiful ass with my own juices. Falling backwards…I take his sweaty body with me as he lays across my stomach and chest…my dick still lodged deep within him. He doesn’t say anything for long moments of time as we relish the after glow of making love. “I love you” I finally break the silence as I roll us over…carefully removing myself from his hole as I pull him into my arms.

“I love you too” he beams at me and I can hear the tiredness in his voice as I kiss him one final time before allowing slumber to overtake the two of us.

Two Weeks Later…

“I thought that you wanted to make this night special?” I hear her scream at me as she sits in our living room as we try to come up with the perfect idea.

“I do…” I defend in full frustration as I run my hands through my hair. “It’s just that everything that you want to do cost more money then I have. You seem to forget that I am only a lowly PE teacher”

“You and Marco always have money” she quips back…forcing me to bite my tongue and hang my head in shame at the same time. The truth of the matter is that Marco makes a hell of a lot more money then I do and a majority of it does go to pay our living expenses. It’s something that I hate with a dying passion…but something that I have basically come to terms with.

“Look Ellie…you know as well as I do that Marco makes more money then I do. Shit…just last week alone he took in a bundle for one of his pieces of art…but I don’t want to use his money. I want this to be from me…paid for by me…and unfortunately that doesn’t include renting a banquet hall at the Four Seasons…with all the works. Don’t get me wrong because I would love to give that to him…but on my budget I just can’t”

“I could lend you the money…but I don’t think that you would want to do that either…would you?” she asks…looking hopefully at me…but hopeful soon turns to understanding as she gives me a small smile and a shrug of the shoulders. “How about Tony’s?” she calls out a moment later as we sit in uncomfortable silence. “It’s perfect. It’s Marco’s favorite Italian restaurant and I am sure that the owner would allow you to reserve the back room”

“Yah…it is perfect” I cry out…jumping up off the couch I have been sitting on as I jerk her off of the chair…crushing her against me. “Thank you…thank you…thank you” I laugh…as we now dance across the floor…stopping quickly as Marco opens the door and stands before us with a perplexed look upon his face.

“Something the two of you want to tell me about?” he asks…looking between the two of us. I can see his mind working frantically as he tries to figure out how to former foes seem to be locked in each other’s arms.

“I was just coming to see if you wanted to go shopping with me tonight” Ellie piped up…distancing herself as far away from me as possible. “They are having a sale as your favorite men’s shop” I can see his eyes burn with pure interest as he looks over and me with a sly smile upon his face. He doesn’t say anything…but I already know what he wants as I nod my head with a smile across my face.

“Ok…sure” he responds at Ellie…but his eyes are trained on me. “Give me a few minutes to get ready and I will meet you downstairs” She doesn’t answer…just places her hand to her ear…alerting me that she will call me sometime later to discuss our plans. “You sure you don’t mind?” he asks hesitantly…but again I can see the draw of the sales dancing hopefully in his eyes.

“I don’t mind baby” I assure…pulling him into my arms as I lean down and kiss him soundly. “Just make sure to bring me home something good” I laugh as I kiss him again…patting him on his cute little ass as he heads for the door. “Marco…wait” I cry out towards his retreating figure.

“Yeah…?” she says with an impatient smile.

“I love you” I smile back.

“Love you too” he grins over at me…blowing me a kiss before he disappears behind the door.

Rushing to the phone…I pick it up and dial the familiar number of Tony’s restaurant. Getting the manager…I greet him with a friendly hello before nearly begging him for assistance in putting operation marry Marco into full swing. As expected he agrees whole-heartedly…even agreeing to provide the cake as well as the food. I can’t stop thanking him enough as I…with a laugh promise to name our first child after him. With his own laugh…he tells me that he is going to hold to that before ending our phone conversation. With a smile a mile long I lay across the couch…hands behind head as I think of the day that Marco and I finally become husband and husband. I mentally kick myself for being so freaking stupid for waiting so long…but then another image enters my mind and it forces all self hatred away. It is an image of Marco and I married and oh so happy. It is an image that I have tripped upon time and time again from the first moment that I had met him. However…this one is different for in this one we are happy and in love…but we were sharing it with a beautiful child.

Marco and I have never seriously talked about adding another member to your family…but I knew that he longs for one. I have watched him over the years as he has interacted with our friends and family members children. He’s tried to broach the subject each time after that…but I never really wanted to consider it before this. This time however…after talking to Tony I feel that the time may be quickly approaching. I don’t know how we would go about trying to get a child…but I do know that once we make that final decision that I would go to the ends of the earth to get one for him…for me…for us.

I guess that I have lost track of time as I dream about what life would be like with a new member of our family…that I barely hear him come in. “Hey sweety” he calls out to me as I sit up from the couch that I have been lounging upon.

“Hey yourself sexy man…” I tease with a grin as I eye the many bags setting at his feet. “I see that you found nothing that you wanted” I chuckle at the blush racing across his face. It amazes me just how much Marco loves to shop…so unlike myself who you have to literally drag into a clothing store.

“Yeah…” he giggles…casting his eyes downward for a minute in that shy gesture that I love so well. “Here…” he says…a beautiful smile upon his face as he holds up a carry out container in his hands. “I stopped by Tony’s and got this for you” For a moment my heart stops in my throat as I stare at the all to familiar logo from our favorite restaurant. “You know Tony was acting so strange” he went on off handedly…walking into the kitchen to get utensils for our desert. “When I tried to pay he told me that tonight was a special occasion and that he couldn’t be happier for me…then he told me that it was on the house. I don’t know what he was talking about…do you?” he went on sitting next to me…placing his leg across my own.

“No…no idea” I lie…focusing on the carton before us because I know that if he looks into my eyes he will know of my lie. “So…how about that desert” I push on…trying to take the box out of his hand…but he is having none of it.

“Not so fast old man” he teases…pushing my hands away as he places the container between his legs.

“Old man…I’ll give you old man” I laugh at our age-old game of teasing due to my being two years older then him. Once again I try to dive for the desert…but yet again he is quicker. “One more inch and the desert gets it” he teases some more as he holds the box upside down…threatening to drop it on the floor. Putting my hands up in surrender…I give in as usual because I am dying for what I already know is in there. “Good boy…” his taunting continues as he places the box once again in his lap…removing the top. Immediately I start to drool as I get the first glimpse of the best tasting desert anywhere. I’ve been in love with it from the moment I tasted it that first time Marco had brought me to Tony’s many years before hand. “You want some” he grins…holding a spoonful of the creamy concoction before my moistened lips.

“Yes…” I nearly growl…leaning forward as I try to take a bite…but he pulls it away before I even get a whiff.

“What are you willing to do for it?” he questions with a bit of mischief in his eyes. I already know where this is going as I share my own mischievous look with him…because I knew that I am going to get two of my favorite treats tonight if I play my cards right.

“Anything” I drool over my two tasty treats.

“Anything?” he whispers as he sides closer…running the tip of the spoon over my lips…giving me just enough of a taste to drive me wild with need of more. With a reaffirming nod I lick my lips…eyes begging him to tell me what he wants me to do next. I watch in stunned fascination as he slowly places the spoon back into the container before moving his hands up to his chest. In slow and taunting motion he begins to undo his shirt…removing it quickly as he tosses it onto the floor. Picking the spoon back up again…he pretends to draw it to his mouth but instead tips it as the creamy liquid splatters across his bronze chest. “Oops…look what I have done” his voice is high and filled with desire as he looks up at me with fake shock upon his face.

“Allow me to clean that up for you” I whisper with a needful edge in my voice. Leaning forward I lick at the sweet mix…smiling against his heated chest as my tongue makes contact with his nipple. With slow and deliberate measures I begin to clean him thoroughly…paying particular to those nipples that I know drive him crazy with desire. I can’t help but smile against his chest as I feel a few more drops splash between my nose and the taste combination that I cannot get enough of. Raw lust blasts through me as I decide that I want more…I need more and I am going to make him scream my name with excitement because of it. Reluctantly I pull myself away from what I am doing…ignoring all cries of protest as I snatch the container from his lap. Placing it on the coffee table besides us…I resist his struggling as I playfully push him back against the many colorful pillows that he insist to line the couch. Giving him a playful glare he hinders his attempt to escape once he realizes that I am now in full control. I hear him moaning softly before I even touch him and it causes me to become giddy with excitement. I know that he is raring to go and that it is just a matter of time before I hear those screams of lust that I crave the most.

With a quickness of a gazelle I have his undergarments and dress pants gone in an instant…as little Marco stands before me at complete attention. Eyes half closed…he looks so beautiful as he stares down at me with complete and utter trust in his eyes. It hits me again at this very moment as to how lucky I am to have this man in my life…and how I almost lost it all in a heartbeat. Cold blind fear inhabits me for the moment as I once again lose myself in the horrid memories from the past…but I push them away because despite all that he is still with me today. Reaching over I grab the sticky box…grinning down at him as I tip it over and spill the unfrozen contents down his stomach and lower torso. “Holy shit…” he cries out as the cold creaminess runs along his skin…but I can see the smile that he is trying to hide because he knows what will happen next. Arcing upwards he gives up a shaky moan as I completely coat his beautiful penis…only to have them get louder as I lean down and kiss it playfully before getting up. “Wh…Dylan” he cries out…reaching out to me as I stand off to the side admiring my artwork. I have to admit that for someone who has no creative talent whatsoever…what sits before me looks like a very retro piece of art. “Stop fucking staring at me and fuck me already” he growls through clenched teeth his eyes glowing with suppressed need.

Laughing softly…I give him a playful smile before I drop to my knees where I proceed to kiss him senseless. He surrenders to me without question as our tongues wrap and roll around each other with registered need. Forcing myself away…I once again focus on the task at hand and I proceed to lick and eat the tasty concoction from his heated skin. My mouth and tongue are everywhere as I continue with my exploration of a body that I will crave for always. Moving downward I nuzzle my face against the soft patch of sticky fur that covers right below his navel…before moving even further towards my final destination. His taste is creamy and sweet as I begin to lap at his cream coated penis. He cries start out low and almost cat like…but as I continue to lap up the very essence of him they develop into the roar of a tiger. I feel his body shift upward…but it doesn’t detour me from my purpose as I continue my ministrations…paying particular attention to the tip before fully deep throating him.

His hand winds within the stands of my curls…fist clenching as I increase my suck action…adding my own hand to the mix as I begin to fondle his balls. I know what a pleasureful spot it if for him as my hand replaces the piston action of my mouth…only to suck on that very same place. My own cries of pain mix with his own as he jerks my head forward…shoving my face forward until it is encased within his manly anatomy. “Yah Dylan…just like that” his words excite me as I continue what I am doing…the gooey slickness of our dessert aids in the friction needed as I jerk him good and hard.

“Shit…” I cry out painfully as he jerks my head away from his dick…leaning over as he invades my willing mouth with his tongue. He doesn’t seem to want to let go of our tongue tussle…but I want differently as I wretch my mouth away…aiming for the glimmering shaft before me. I engulf it immediately…the tip hitting the back of my throat before exploding its own delicious concoction down my greedy throat.

“Are you trying to kill me?” I hear him chuckle winded…as he falls back against the couch…arm over forehead as he looks down and me through hooded eyes.

“No baby…” I chuckle…fitting my long frame on the outside of the couch…scootching him over as I gather him into my arms. “Just thanking you for the yummy dessert” For a few moments we fall into a peaceful silence as I snuggle even closer to the man that I love…laying my leg over his still unclothed body.

Sleep begins to consume me…but it doesn’t last long as I feel him shift beside me. “Dylan…” he speaks…breaking the silence as I open my eyes and look upon his troubled face.

“Hmmm…” I murmur…sleepily.

“Why was Ellie really here tonight when I got home?” he asks…my eyes jerking open as I try to look everywhere but at him.

“You know I think that it’s time for bed…what do you think?” I ignore the question as I jerk myself off of the couch…taking him by the hand as I help him off as well. “How about a hot shower and then you and me getting into that bed of ours and we make love all night long” I tease…wrapping my arms around his waist when he refuses to budge. He doesn’t say anything but his eyes say it all…he has fears and I know that he won’t sleep until I at least try and ease them. “She came over to see if you wanted to go shopping with her…you weren’t here and so we started talking…more like she started harassing me” I lie…adding an annoyed chuckle to the mix in hopes that he believes me. “We’re making an attempt to at least try and get along”

“Really?” he nearly begs and I hate the fact that I have to keep lying to him at least for a while longer.

“Really…” my lie continues. “Actually she’s not that bad of a person” I chuckle before leaning down to kiss him once again. “So what about that shower?” I don’t have to wait for my answer as he reaches down…hikes his pants up before grabbing me by the arm as he drags me towards the bathroom.

The Next Morning…

“I love you too” I cry out to his retreating figure as I blow him a kiss…quickly closing the door behind me as I rush to find my ringing cell phone. “Hello…” I scream into it once I find it.

“Jesus…could you take any longer?” I hear Ellie try to sound bitchy…but I hear the laughter in her voice.

“Sorry…Marco and I got off to a late start this morning and…”

“Say no more” I hear her laugh again. “It’s bad enough that I have to hear your raunchy sex tales from Marco…I sure don’t want to hear about them from you too”

“So…Marco tells you that we have raunchy sex” I beam as I throw my knap sack over my shoulder before heading out the door myself.
“You know it amazes me that either one of you can walk some days” She giggles…causing me to stammer like an idiot because I didn’t know that Marco shared the intimate details of our sex life with his best friend…but it shouldn’t surprise me since he shares everything with her. “So…” she says and the tone of laugher is gone from her voice. “Are you sure that you don’t want me to go with you?”

I already know what she is talking about without even having to ask. It makes me happy to know that she understands how hard today is going to be for me. “No…this is something that I have to take care of myself…but thanks Ellie” I assure…promising to call her later as I disconnect the call. Taking a deep breath I make my way towards the elevator as I prepare for what I am about to face. I must say that I don’t particularly want to do what I am about to do…but it is something that should have been dealt with years ago.

I can’t believe that it’s been so long since the last time I’ve been here. It’s had to have been years since I stepped foot into the place where Paige and I grew up as I sit in the driveway trying to convince myself that I can do what I am about to do. My heart is pounding so hard within my chest that I fear that it may explode and yet I don’t feel as if one of my parents would truly give a damn. A deep sadness begins to consume me…but I quickly push it away at the sound of my name being called out to me

“Dylan…” I hear my father cry out from the garage where he stands with tools in his hands. “Good to see you son” he goes on…dropping the tools into the tool chest before pulling me into a hug. “How are you? It’s been ages hasn’t it. How’s Marco?” I have to control the tears that want to force there way into my eyes at him asking about my lover….because he is the only one in my family that truly does care about him.

“Yeah…it has been ages” I agree…returning the hug before taking the seat he pulls up behind me. “Marco’s fine…perfect in fact” I beam…unable to control the smile that braces its way across my face. “Um…that’s why I’m here actually” I know he knows what I am about to say at the slight grimace that covers his face…but then in an instant it is gone. “Yeah…I’m going to ask Marco to marry me again” I continue sadly as I recall the last time that we attempted this. “It’s been two years and I have put him through hell and back and yet through it all he has stood by me. He deserves at least that much…even more”

“Well congratulations son…I really am happy for you” and he is and I can see it on his face…but there is something else there that I know I am not going to like. “Marco’s a great guy…you’re very lucky to have him in your life”

“Yeah…I really am” I smile despite knowing what is about to come next. “So…um…tomorrow night I am throwing a surprise engagement party. It just going to be a few close friends and family members and I was hoping that you and mom would…” I don’t even finish my sentence and I couldn’t if I want to as a shadow falls across the two of us.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I hear my mother question in mean and nasty tones as I turn to find her glaring down at me. “You have a hell of a lot of nerve to just show up here unannounced and with news of you and your fucking faggot”

“Jesus Clair…you don’t have to be so rude” my father defends as he jumps up off his chair and confronts her. “It’s time to get over what has happened and move on. What happened to Paige and Spinner was not their fault. It was an accident and that’s all. You keep this up and you will be losing a son as well”

“I don’t have a son…he died a long time ago along with is sister” she spouts out venomously…pushing past the two of us as she sends hate filled eyes my way. “Get the fuck out of my house and don’t you ever come back here” She calls over her shoulder before disappearing behind the door…slamming it loudly for good measure.

“I…I have to go” I stammer…trying to keep myself together before falling apart. It’s hard to believe that even two years later she still hates me…hates us with an undying passion.

“Dylan…I’m sorry” my father cries out behind me and I can hear the sadness and pain underlying there. “She doesn’t speak for the both of us. You are still my son and I still love you no matter what”

“I love you too dad” I reply as I give up the fight with my tears and allow him to pull me into his arms once again. “And I am so sorry for what happened to Paige and Spinner…but I can’t live in the past anymore. I have to move into the future and Marco is my future. Please…think about coming if only for a few minutes” I beg before kissing him on the cheek as I once again take my leave. Tony’s…tomorrow night…eight o’clock” I call out before getting into my car and speeding off. I drive for a few blocks before pulling over and finally allowing the bone crushing sadness of my mothers hate to over take me once again. Tears upon tears course down my face as I vow to never let this women hurt me the way that I am hurting again. “Hello…” I speak into my cell phone as it rings annoyingly within my backpack.

“Hi baby…” I hear my lover’s voice on the other line and it causes me to smile. “I miss you and thought I would call and hear your voice to tide me over until I can make love to you later tonight” he teases and I once again realize just how lucky I am to have him in my life. “I love you Dylan…” he sighs and I know that he truly does love me…just as much as I love him. “Dylan…baby…everything ok?” he asks…his love for me turning to concern.

“I’m fine sexy” I giggle despite my heartache. “I love you too” I guess that I have fooled him as we chat on aimlessly for a few more minutes before hanging up. I am flat out exhausted as I start up the car again…knowing full well that the next stop I have will be almost as emotional as the first one.

Minutes later I find myself in front of Marco’s childhood home…sheer terror and exhaustion coursing through me for once again I know what I am about to encounter. Taking several deep breaths I climb out of my car as I make my way up the walkway towards his home. I truly don’t know why I am here when I already know what the outcome will be…but for the love and the sake of Marco I know that I have to try. She answers the door before I can even ring the bell…escorting me back onto the walkway. “Marco…he ok?” she asks me in broken English as she bites nervously at her fingernail.

“Marco’s fine…Mrs. Del Rossi” I assure with as much of a smile that I can muster. “I just wanted to invite you and Mr. Del Rossi to the surprise engagement party that I am throwing for Marco tomorrow night at Tony’s” I explain…sharing a full fledged smile at the excited look up on her face.

“You finally gonna try again? Oh Dylan…I so happy for you and Marco” she beams…pulling me into her arms as she kisses me upon the cheek. “You a good boy Dylan…Marco lucky to have you”

“No…I’m lucky to have him” I correct as she continues to hold my hand. “So you’ll come then…I know it will mean the world to Marco”

“Dylan…Mr. Del Rossi…he still no accept Marco” she proceeds slowly and I can tell that it is tearing her apart by the tears lulling within her eyes. “He no understand how his son turn gay and he no accept…”

“He doesn’t accept the fact that he has a lover. Yeah I get that” I cut her off sadly…squeezing her hand to let her know that I hold no hard grudges towards her. “Well…its tomorrow at Tony’s…eight o’clock I repeat my earlier spiel as I lean over and kiss her upon her cheek. “I know that it would mean the world to Marco if you could be there to share our special day. Bye Mrs. Del Rossi…” I wave as I get back into my car and drive as fast as I can home.

I am exhausted as I drag my ass into out apartment…tossing my jacket across the couch as I make haste for the bedroom. I only want to sleep and try and forget about this whole entire day. Sleep eludes me at first…but after replaying everything over and over in my mind…I finally give way to the exhaustion.

“Dylan…Dylan” I hear his voice call out to me as I open my eyes and find Marco hovering above me with a look of concern upon his face. “Hey…you feeling ok?” he questions…his face becoming darker with worry when I don’t answer him. “Shhh…it’s ok” he whispers as he lies down beside me and pulls my blubbering frame into his arms. I don’t know where the tears are coming from…ok maybe I do…but they come in loud and harrowing torrents. “I love you Dylan” he chants against my ear as I cling to his body as if for dear life…because for some reason that’s what it feels like. “You want to tell me what happened today?” he asks minutes later as I slowly pull myself together.

“Just a bad day baby” I speak in half-truths as I kiss him soundly upon his frowning lips. “It’s all good now” I whisper once again going in for another kiss…intent on pulling him out of the funk that I have put him under…but it is he that turns the tables on me.

“You know what you need” he exclaims…straddling my waist as he stares lovingly down at me. “A nice hot bubble bath. It’s the perfect cure for what ails you” I have to laugh at the look of pure hope that radiates from dark eyes because I know just how much he loves to make me happy.

“Well you be joining me?” I tease…running my hand up his thigh.

“Give me five minutes to find out” he giggles…kissing me quickly before he disappears into our bathroom. Sadness still lingers around my heart that some of our family members are still refusing to accept the love that we hold for each other…but I push past it as focus on the man who means the world to me. “Baby…” I hear him call out…standing naked as the day he was born in the doorway. “Care to join me?” he teases…crooking his finger at me before tramping backwards into the bathroom. My clothes are gone in an instant as I trot into the bathroom and find a beautifully romantic setting. There are scented candles everywhere…soft music playing in the back ground from the CD player I installed for him last year. I laughed like hell when he asked me to do it…but tonight I feel that it was the best project that I have ever completed in my lifetime. The large two-person tub is full of hot water and scented bubbles…just waiting for us to step into it and take our cares away. “Come on baby…” He holds his hand out to me as I take it and allow him to lead me into the tub. The water is hot and relaxing as I lean back pulling him closer as he sits between my legs. “Better?”

“So much better” I replied as I wrap my arms around his chest…nuzzling the nape of his nape as I allow the heat of the water and the heat of his body sooth me. “I love you Marco…” I whisper against his ear…kissing his neck before I lean all the way back…taking him with me.

“I know…” he teases…placing his hands atop my hands as they continue to hold him at the chest. Closing my eyes I thank a higher power above for bringing this man into my life and allowing me the privilege of getting him there.

The Next Day…

I am a bungled mess as I attempt to get through a long and grueling day at work. I’ve only been here a few hours and yet it feels as if I have been here forever. I can’t even concentrate on what I had planned today so for the last two classes I have given my students a free period. They don’t mind and it gives me a chance to make sure that everything is set up for tonight. I am so nervous and yet I don’t know why. I mean…I know that Marco loves me and has vowed his life to be with me…but I can’t help but fear that he may reject my proposal and that thought alone frightens me to my very core.

“Will you calm down already” Ellie screams into the phone as I sit in the teachers lounge later…trying to eat the lunch that Marco has made for me…but finding it impossible at the lump of fear lodged deep within my throat.

“He could say no you know” I defend my nervousness as I toss the uneaten mess into the garbage can.

“Trust me on this Dylan…Marco will not turn you down. He loves you and wants nothing better then to spend the rest of his life as your husband” I can’t help the smile that overcomes my face at that thought alone.

“Really?” I question needing just a bit more of assurance.

“Really…” she laughs…which causes me to laugh as well.

“I just want to thank you for everything Ellie” I become serious for a moment in order to express just how much her help has meant to me. “You’ve been great with everything”

“I love Marco just as much as you do” she responds softly. “He deserves the best and I know that you will make him happy”

“I promise” I vow…once again smiling into the phone…unable to believe that in just a few short hours I will ask Marco to be my husband…again. We go over the last minute details before hanging up. Everything is in place and on schedule and as if on cue my cell phone rings once again. “Hello…” I speak into the mouthpiece.

“Hey baby…” I hear Marco’s voice on the other line. “Can you do without me for dinner tonight. Ellie just called and it seems that the honeymoon might be over” he sighs painfully and I can’t help but smile despite it. “She needs someone to talk to and she invited me to Tony’s for dinner”

“Sure babe…no prob” I assure…with an even bigger smile. “I can fend for myself for one night. Just make sure to bring me back something good” I tease wantonly…laughing out loud at the gasp on the other end of the line.

“Naughty…” he giggles and I know without even seeing him that he is blushing bright red. “I’ll see you later tonight then. Love you baby”

“I love you too…”

Later That Night…

“Will you calm down already…you’re making me nervous” I hear Jimmy speak as he stands beside me.

“I can’t help it” I rush out as I wring my hands for the hundredth time as we wait for Marco and Ellie to enter. “What if…” but I can’t finish my words as two people who I never expected to see walk into the room. “Holy shit…” I whisper unable to take my eyes off of them.

“What?” Jimmy asks. “OMG…I can’t believe that they actually came. Well go talk to them or something” he pushes me forward as I take a huge intake of breath in preparation of the outburst that is sure to come. “Mr. And Mrs. Del Rossi…” I advance slowly…not sure how to take their unexpected presence. “It’s good to see you?” he comes out more as a question then a statement as I lean in and kiss Marco’s mother upon her cheek. “Sir…” I nod nervously as he stares at me with eyes so similar to Marco’s.

“Dylan” he responds as he stretches out his hand and shares a hearty hand shake with me. I can’t help the smile that is blazing across my face as he shoots a small smile my way before allowing his wife to lead him off towards another group of people. I watch as they walk away in shocked happiness…so much so that I don’t even see the man of the hour walk in…only here his stunned outcry as he stands in the doorway.

“What is this?” he asks…looking around the room before he settles his gaze on me. “Dylan?”

I don’t say a word as I walk proudly over to him…taking his hand into my own before leading the two of us into the middle of the room. I want what is about to happen to be a grand gesture…one that each and every person can see from every angle of the room. With his hand still firmly within my own…I reach into my pocket and remove the wedding band I had given to him once before. I watch as his eyes nearly bulge out of his head as I kneel before him…popping the box open with one hand before letting his hand go for only a moment. “Marco…I love you” I begin…repeating the speech I have been practicing on for what seems like forever. “I’ve loved you from the first moment I met you on the beach all those years ago…till this very moment as I kneel before you. We’ve had our good times and our bad times…and yet we’ve managed to get through every single obstacle that life has thrown in our way. I know that I have hurt you in more ways then I care to remember…but you always stood by me regardless of my words and my actions. I know that we tried this once before…only to have fate change our course for us. I blamed fate for ruining what we could have had and made you suffer in the long run and I will forever regret the hurt you have suffered because of it. However…I realized something. I’ve come to realize that fate has nothing to do with our lives…that we create our own fate…our own destiny…our own course and I want to walk that course with you at my side as my husband. So…Marco Del Rossi…I ask you in front of all our friends and family…will you do me the honor of becoming my hu

“So…you’ll help me” I blurt out astonished that she is even considering it.

“Yeah…but only after my honeymoon” she says with a look upon her face that can almost be construed as a smile.

“Help you with what?” I hear Marco ask as he comes up behind me…wrapping his arms around my waist as he looks between the two of us.

“Um…err…we were just…um” I stammer…not sure what lie to make up to hide our earlier conversation.

“Learn how to dance” I hear her blurt out…as she takes me by the hand and literally jerks me out onto the floor.

“Thanks…” I whisper as I watch Marco watch us. “I owe you”

Good save! :