Title: I Want Cuddles, Too!

Author: anakins-chick547

Summary: Dylan comes home to find Marco with his best friend. Just some harmless fluff.

Disclaimers: No human being was harmed in the making of this fic. Probably because I don't own them, dammit.

Dylan parked in the driveway to his and Marco's house at 5:00 and sluggishly made his way inside. He heard laughing in the living room and went to see what all the commotion was. He smiled when he saw Marco sitting on the couch playing with his Dachshund puppy, Rudy. The younger man must have heard him chuckle because his head shot up and he smiled.

"Hey, Babe," Marco greeted cheerfully after crossing his legs and pulling the pup onto his lap. Dylan's eyes drooped a bit and he then suddenly opened again and he gave him a tired smile.

"Hey, Marco," he said weakly and trudged over to the couch, collapsing on it next to his husband of one year. He shut his eyes and sighed as he leaned his head back against the couch,. A small smile crept over his face when he felt warm fingers brushing across his forehead.

"Hard day at work?" Marco asked softly, leaning over him. Dylan grunted his answer and nodded without opening his eyes. "Poor baby."

Dylan nodded again, making Marco laugh. Then he felt soft lips traveling up his jaw bone with tiny kisses until they reached his mouth, where they covered his lips in a soft, tender, loving kiss. He almost whimpered when Marco pulled back, but he didn't have the strength, which actually worried Marco.

"What did you do today to wear yourself out so much, Dylan?" The blonde groaned as he turned his head and opened his eyes to look into those of a worried Marco.

"I don't know. I was feeling a little off this morning before I left, but I felt a little worse every hour. Now I feel awful," he pouted and leaned into Marco, but Rudy growled at him and bared his teeth with a look in his eyes that said, "Back off, Buddy Boy." Dylan frowned in surprise and looked at Marco, who looked just as skeptical as he was while Rudy wagged his tail happily, panted, and rolled onto his back in Marco's lap, wanting his belly rubbed and whining when no one acknowledged him.

"Ugh, dork," Marco said and scratched the soft belly before cuddling him close and kissing his head.

"Hey! I want cuddles, too! I'm the one that doesn't feel good, not him!" Dylan moaned and sniffled for effect. Marco smirked and set the pup on the ground, which he didn't like at all, and pulled his husband into his arms. "That's more like it."

"Watch it or I'll cuddle him instead."

"Yeah right."

"How much ya wanna bet?" Dylan heard the tone in his voice and held on tighter.

"Not much." Marco laughed and kissed his hair.

"Come on. Let's go get in bed. You'll feel better." Marco helped him to their bedroom, whistling for Rudy, and got him into his pajama bottoms before they laid down with Rudy on his blanket at the end of the bed, at Marco's feet, of course, because Dylan would probably kick him off with his long legs.

"You're too good to me, you know that?" Dylan whispered as he laid his head on Marco's bare chest and draped an arm across his stomach.

"To have and to hold from this day forward, in sickness and in health til' death do we part," Marco recited and Dylan kissed his chest.

"That's right, but we're not going to part because we're the best thing since sliced bread," Dylan yawned and Marco chuckled.

"Get some sleep, Hon. Tomorrow, we can sleep in all day if you want. Just get better for me okay?" Marco said gently and stroked his hair. Dylan nodded and his breathing deepened, showing that he was asleep.

"I love you, Dylan Michalchuk.