Marcus was in a bad mood. His boss had been riding his ass all week and today had been the last straw. He'd told the old bugger off and the bastard had fired him. Fucking arsehole. How dare he fire Marcus Flint! Whatever, he'd just find another job. Now he was home and all he wanted was a drink and his dinner.

"Percy?" he called out for his boyfriend.

There was no answer. The little bitch wasn't home.' How dare he not be here when I need him.' Marcus thought as he opened the liquor cabinet. He poured himself a large shot of Firewhiskey and downed it in one gulp. He refilled his glass and grabbed the bottle then flopped down on the sofa and flicked on the wireless. There was a Quidditch game on. Puddlemere vs. Chudley. He knocked back another drink as he listened to the game. He rubbed his back, remembering the injury that had ended his Quidditch career before it even started. He took another drink and remembered the fight and the knife the bastard had buried in his back, all because of that little redhaired tart he called a boyfriend. If he hadn't been flirting with that man, Marcus wouldn't have had to punch him. They never would have fought and it could be him playing on that pitch today.

He swallowed more Firewhiskey, not even bothering with the glass anymore. Where the fuck is that little bitch? Probably working late yet again. If Marcus didn't know any better he'd think Percy was cheating on him. But no, he wouldn't dare do something so stupid. Or would he? He'd been the one flirting that night. If he could flirt with some guy in a bar what was there to stop him from shagging half the Ministry? That little slut! Here he was, fucking miserable, and that little whore was out fucking around. Well he would pay. He would pay for everything.

Percy rubbed his eyes as he entered the flat he shared with Marcus and tossed his keys onto the table by the door. He shrugged off his cloak and hung it up before heading for the kitchen to start dinner.

"Where the fuck were you?" Marcus slurred angrily.

Percy nearly jumped out of his skin. He hadn't expected Marcus to be home yet.

"I asked you a fucking question!"

"I..I was at work."

"Liar. You tell me where you were right now!" Marcus shouted, getting to his feet.

"Marcus, Sweetheart, what are you on about?" Percy asked with confusion and mounting fear.

Marcus came closer and swayed in front of him. Percy could smell the alcohol on his breath and he stepped back a few paces. Marcus followed him and soon his back was pressed up against the wall with no chance for escape. Percy cursed himself for being so stupid as Marcus towered over him.

"Now I'm going to give you one last chance to tell me the truth. Where were you?" Marcus growled.

Percy was really panicking now. He knew how violent Marcus could get when he'd been drinking. He looked into Marcus' eyes, wordlessly pleading for him to believe him.

"I..I told you, I was working. l..."

Percy was cut off by a sharp blow across his right cheek. His head snapped around so fast his glasses flew off and he saw stars. It felt as if his face had exploded. He raised a hand to his stinging cheek, tears welling in his eyes.

"Don't. Fucking. LIE TO ME!" Marcus screamed

"I...I didn't. I swear… I'm n...not lying!"

Marcus backhanded him so hard he fell to the ground. Percy looked up at him with blurry, tear-filled, eyes.

"Tell me his name!" Marcus shouted down at him.

Percy was confused. What the hell was he talking about? Who's name? He looked up at Marcus

"W...who...?"

Marcus kicked him in the stomach. He clutched his stomach in pain and curled in on himself, coughing and sputtering.

"Tell me who you've been fucking!" Marcus screamed, kicking Percy again.

Percy stared up at Marcus. Pain and fear mingled in the deep blue depths of his eyes. Marcus thought he was cheating on him? How could he think that? Percy had given up everything to be with him. He'd taken that job with Fudge, disowned his family, stopped talking to his friends, all for him. How could he possibly think he'd cheat on him. He loved Marcus.

"N..No one. I s...swear." Percy choked out.

"You fucking little lying whore! I'll teach you to lie to me!"

Marcus was on him in an instant. Percy kicked and fought to get away but, even drunk, Marcus was stronger and faster than him. Marcus punched him and blood spurted from his nose. Percy cried out in pain and struggled harder to get away. He scratched and clawed at the large man atop him, desperate to get free.

"You're not going anywhere you little slut!" Marcus hissed and grabbed his wrists, pinning him down.

"W..Why are you d..doing this?" Percy sobbed.

"Because you're a fucking bitch who needs to learn a lesson."

He grasped both Percys wrists in one hand and used the other to tear open Percy's robes. Percy's eyes widened in panic. He bucked and kicked and writhed to free himself, but it was to no avail. He was too weak. There was nothing he could do. He just closed his eyes and tried to think of something, anything, else than what was about to happen.

An hour later Percy wriggled out from beneath a passed out Marcus. He clutched his torn robes to his body then blindly searched for his glasses on the floor. It took only a few moments to locate the familiar thick frames. One of the lenses was cracked and he winced in pain as he placed them on his broken nose. He shakily got to his feet and quietly walked to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and shed what was left of his clothes. He retrieved his wand from his pocket and went over to the mirror. He winced as he looked at the deep purple bruises covering his body. He took a deep breath to steady himself then began healing them. He thanked Merlin Marcus hadn't broken any bones this time. He was awful at healing them.

Once he had finished he stepped under the hot spray and began to scrub. He scrubbed until his skin was red and raw and he still felt dirty. Marcus had done some pretty awful things to him but this was the first time he'd forced himself on him. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he remembered Marcus' cruel laughter as he'd begged him to stop. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the shower curtain was pulled back. He swallowed and tried not to shake as Marcus climbed into the shower behind him.

"Mind if I join you?" Marcus asked as he placed a kiss on the back of Percy's neck.

"Of course not baby." Percy responded, turning and forcing a smile onto his lips.

Marcus kissed him gently and ran his hands over Percy's body. The touch made Percy feel sick but he forced the feeling down and responded the way he knew Marcus liked. Marcus trailed soft kisses across his jaw to his ear lobe.

"I'm sorry baby. You know how jealous I get. I just can't stand thinking of someone else touching you." Marcus whispered into his ear.

"I...I know. It's okay." Percy said, trembling slightly.

"What's wrong? Why are you shaking?" Marcus asked, pulling away and looking Percy over suspiciously.

"N…Nothing, just a little cold." Percy lied.

Marcus smiled and pressed a swift kiss to Percy's lips.

"Well let's get you out of here and into bed then."

Marcus reached around Percy and shut off the water. Then he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. He grabbed another towel and held it open for Percy to step into. Percy did so and Marcus dried him off and wrapped the towel around him. Then he lifted Percy up and carried him to their bed. He laid him on the bed and then laid down next to him. He pulled Percy close and pulled the covers up over them.

"Love you." Marcus murmured as he drifted off.

"Love you too." Percy said, closing his eyes and willing the tears away.

The next morning, Percy woke early and got dressed for work. He didn't go into work though. He went in the bookstore across the street and waited. As soon as he saw Marcus leave for work he went back to the flat and ran straight for the bed room. He pulled his trunk out from under the bed and cast a spell to send all his clothes and personal items flying into it. As that was being done he knelt down on the floor and pried up one of the floor boards. Inside was the money he'd been hiding so Marcus couldn't spent it on liquor. It wasn't very much but it should be enough to buy him a few days in a cheap motel. He pocketed the money then went into the bathroom to gather his things from in there. His clothes from the night before were still on the floor. As he looked at them he began to shake with anger. He pointed his wand at them and set them ablaze. He watched as they became nothing but ash then grabbed his things and went back to the bedroom. His trunk was packed and he shrunk it down and stuck it into his pocket.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Marcus hissed behind him.

Percy spun around, startled. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Marcus' chest. Marcus looked shocked for a moment, then his eyes narrowed angrily.

"You dare pull a wand on me! You fucking bitch!"

"You just stay back. I'm leaving." Percy said shakily.

"Like hell you are! Where will you go? Your family hates you. You have no friends."

"St..stay away from me!" Percy shouted.

Marcus ignored him and lunged for him. Percy managed to sidestep and ran for the front door. Marcus followed and tackled him to the ground. Percy's wand flew from his hands as he hit the floor and Marcus immediately started hitting him. Percy tried to block the blows with his hands and arms but Marcus just kept hitting him. Percy cried and screamed and tried to get free. He managed to turn onto his stomach and tried to crawl away. All the while Marcus just kept punching. Percy could feel his bones breaking and he was now coughing up blood. He glimpsed his wand sticking out from under the sofa and he reached for it. Unfortunately it was just out of his reach.

"You fucking slut, whore, bitch! You think you can just leave me? I'll fucking kill you!" Marcus screamed.

Percy's nails dug into the linoleum as he tried desperately to reach his wand. His fingers had just grazed the tip when Marcus grabbed him by the hair and yanked him up off the floor. Percy yelped in pain and tried to claw at the hand holding his hair. Marcus slammed him into the wall. Once. Twice. Three times, before releasing his grip and letting Percy slump down onto the floor. He couldn't focus and his vision was going in and out. Percy knew he didn't have much time before he would pass out. Marcus was picking him up again and he grasped the first thing he could get his hands on. It was one of Marcus' old beaters bats. As Marcus yanked him up, Percy swung the bat with all the strength he had left in him and bashed Marcus in the side of his head. Blood splattered everywhere and Marcus let go of Percy to grab his head. Percy wasted no time. As soon as he was free he made a break for the door, flung it open and ran.