Title: The Long Bye Bye

Pairings: Marco/Dylan, Ellie/Craig

Rating: R

Summary: Marco and Ellie both have trouble learning to let go of the men they love. (Degrassi slash).

Author's Note: I've been pining for a breath of inspiration that could help me write a lengthy Marco/Dylan story. So far I am experiencing no such luck. I'd like to create a Marco/Dylan story that focuses only on the couples exploits in the bedroom from their first time together to the first time in their new home. The Degrassi fan base deserves some good smut! I'm torn about writing this fic because I can't post the story on FanfictionNet because the rating would most definitely be NC-17. Since this rating is not allowed on the site I would be loosing the only site I could post it to a wide, available audience. So, if you have any comments on this story (series) idea or any good Marco/Dylan slash story ideas for me please let me know.

A/N 2: I don't recall how long Dylan had before he leaves for Switzerland after the episode If You Leave. This story takes place a few weeks after If You Leave and in it Dylan has two more weeks left.

Quote:

"I'm sorry Dylan's leaving," Ellie comforted me.

I shrugged. "I'm sorry Craig's a cokehead."

Chapter 1

We were watching the Andy Warhol movie Flesh and Dylan got hot, so we lost interest in the movie and had sex. I remember thinking, with my body flushed against his for the first time in weeks that it felt like forever. That's when I realized if he decided to leave me how terrible his absence would be.

I was certain that no one would touch me like Dylan again. He knew my body as intimately as I did. He knew just where to touch or kiss or grope me and when. We discovered our sexual likes and dislikes together- for the first time. Who could ever compete with that?

The next morning I moped at the dining room table while Dylan made bacon and eggs for us. "Do you think Ellie will want some?" Dylan asked.

"If she ever leaves her room," I said, darkly.

Dylan smiled at me. "We should be the ones in bed all day."

"I wanted to stay in bed this morning and repeat last night. You're the one who couldn't wait to eat." I pointed out.

"I'm a growing boy," Dylan argued.

"The parts of you I was in need of have grown enough." I teased.

Dylan gave me a mockingly shocked expression. "You sure are feisty today. Maybe I should have stayed in bed."

"Maybe I'll be feisty later," I flirted.

"Tomorrow." Dylan stated, breaking the mood. "I have to meet with Julian again today.

"Right," I pouted. "Julian."

Silence followed the subject, suffocating the room. It was hard for me to manage a breakfast conversation after that. Dylan's attempts to avoid anything remotely related to the subject matter were obvious and only made me feel worse.

Once the breakfast was over I realized I was late for something. "I have to go." I stood, grabbing our plates and putting them in the sink.

"Where?" Dylan asked. "You don't have class until this afternoon."

"My pa's suck. Ma wanted me to check on him. " I clarified.

Dylan nodded. He was still sitting at the table alone. For a split second his face seemed as lonely as I felt, then he shook his head. "I guess now it'll be easier hiding that we're a couple from him."

I was momentarily stunned by this thought of his. It hurt and angered me. "There's nothing easy about this Dylan."

"Shit Marco, I know that!" Dylan exclaimed. "I know you've been dying to tell me how screwed up what I'm doing is even if you told me to take this job. Why don't you just say it already?"

"I wouldn't want to trouble you with the fact that you're breaking my heart!" I screamed back. "Throwing away everything we worked so hard to build between us and setting our relationship up for failure!"

Dylan banged his fist against the table. "It's not like that's what I'm trying to do Marco! I'm hurting too. I have to choose not being with my friends, family, and lover over my dream and it crushes me. Thoughts of us giving up and you sharing your heart, body, and dreams with another man make me sick. You're my world Marco. You're just as much of a dream come true compared to this opportunity. That's why I want to-no need to-try to make this work."

My eyes over flowed with tears and I turned away from Dylan. "When I first thought about saying good bye to you at the airport I imagined all these emotions going through me that I thought wouldn't show up until then. Saying good-bye to you isn't how I thought it'd be though. I'm starting to feel like each passing moment of these last few weeks are our good byes and in a way I'm starting to feel like you’re gone already."

I heard Dylan rise behind me. He rapped his arms around me from behind and placed his lips against my ear. "I'm sorry. This is the chance of a lifetime for me. You know I can't give it up."

"I know."

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I found my father sleeping on the couch with his living room TV on. Some soap opera he use to catch his papa watching was on. A girl in her early teens cried about her mother moving them to a new town.

"I don't want to say good bye!" The girl cried to another young girl, who was probably her best friend.

"This isn't good bye Shelly. Not for good." The other girl said encouragingly before the soap went on commercial.

I felt my heart drop. I walked over to the TV and quickly shut it off. My father jumped in his sleep and woke looking disoriented. "Marco?"

I didn't turn to address his father. I kept my stance in front of the TV. My eyes stared at the black screen, tears silently running down my face as I thought of Dylan.

"Marco?" My father asked again as he stood and walked over to me. He came to stand next to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Marco," he gasped, "What's happened?"

I placed a hand over my eyes. "Pa I can't."

"Can't what?" My father prodded.

"I can't say good bye and I c-can't talk to you about this." I choked out. Before I knew it I was slamming the front door behind me.

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Second part won’t be up until the middle of next week. It is much longer than Chapter 1 but I have to edit it properly and I don’t have the time for that now.