Larry raced into the police station.

"Sal!" Larry shouted running over to one of the caged area's. his 17 year old boyfriend looked up at him. he looked into Sal's eye's confused. "wh-why were you arrested? what happened?" Larry ask. Sal looked down, before turning his gaze to the cage beside him. Travis was cuffed and beat up inside, he appeared to be either unconscious or sleeping. Sal shrugged his shoulder, making the handcuffs on his arms jingle.

"I... I had to do something. he wouldn't stop." Sal muttered. Larry looked confused.

"wouldn't stop what?" Larry ask. Sal turned his head away but lifted up his shirt some. Larry could see bruises, handprints, and bite marks up and down his sides and all over his stomach.

"he just wouldn't stop. so I hit him, to give him a taste of his own medicine, but when I started I couldn't stop and here I am." Sal sighed. he looked at his bloody and bruised knuckles. "but it felt amazing to finally shut him up." Sal muttered.

"have you shown the police?" Larry ask. Sal shook his head. "why not?" Larry ask.

"cause I'll have to show them my face too." Sal muttered.

"you need to tell them! you could go to jail for this! big time!" Larry shouted.

"I don't want them to see my face." Sal muttered. Larry glared.

"fine I'll tell them." Larry said. Sal tried to protest but Larry ran off before he could. before Sal knew it, he was being dragged to a medical office and plopped into a chair. "he's tough guy, mostly for the fact he's afraid to let people see his face, so he's not really going to show you that willingly." Larry said.

"what happened to your face?" the officer ask.

"when I was three my mom and I were attacked by wild dogs. they killed her and ripped my face apart. I wear this for medical reasons." Sal said.

"can you take it off? we'd really like to see what this guy did." the officer said.

"no." Sal replied. "I'd be more than happy to show you everything he did to the rest of me, but my face is off limits." Sal added. Larry shakes his head and sighs.

"he's not going to take it off for you guys." Larry said.

"well take it off for him." the officer said.

"what?! no way! I'm not going to do that to him! he doesn't like it when I do that in public." Larry glared. "he's got bruises and shit all over the rest of his body! just look at those!" Larry added.

"can't you just let them leave me in a cell? I really don't want to do this. you know as soon as he gets out he's going to come back he always does." Sal muttered. Larry bent down slightly.

"do you have a black eye?" Larry ask. it was true, after a bit of time, the swelling was finally taking over his eye.

"no I'm fine." Sal replied quickly. Larry narrowed his eye's.

"he fucking puched you in the face?" Larry ask.

"maybe." Sal muttered.

"you said he always comes back. what do you mean?" the officer ask. Sal pulls out his phone and shows them pictures.

"here. this is what I look like everytime either I or Larry piss Travis off. I take picture everytime. just to remind myself I finally had enough and hit back. look where that got me." Sal said. the officer frowned and left the room with his phone.

"take it off now." Larry said.

"Larry I-" Sal started. Larry crossed his arms over his chest and Sal sighed. "fine." Sal muttered, taking his mask off. he looked up at Larry, his face was swollen and bruised. his eye was almost swollen shut. there was dry blood under his nose. "it's not as bad as it looks." Sal murmured. Larry knelt down in front of him, he gently reached up and ran his thumb over one of the bruises. Sal winced looking up at him.

"these look painful." Larry murmured.

"it's okay. it doesn't hurt unless you touch it." Sal murmured, pulling back away from Larry's touch. "like your doing now." Sal muttered quietly. Larry kissed his forehead and let go.

"sorry." Larry replied.

"can I put my mask back on now?" Sal ask.

"shirt off first." Larry sighed. Sal sighed and took his shirt off. his upper body was purple and blue. all the bite marks, hand prints, and other bruises were clearer and covered his torso. Larry looked him over gently, taking in every detail. "what the hell did he do to you?" Larry ask. Sal looked at him, not saying anything at all. Larry frowned as Sal sat down and he looked up, meeting his gaze for once. "what did he do?" Larry glared, a dark tone in his voice.

"it's fine. he put his hands on me. I beat the shit out of him. I'm sure he won't try again." Sal said.

"you're damn right! if I get my hands on him he'll never do anything ever again." Larry growled. Sal stood quickly, grabbing his shoulders.

"don't. I delt with it. it's okay. he won't touch me again." Sal muttered. Larry hugged him, hands gently running over the bruises and marks on his body. Sal hugged him, his head resting against Larry's chest.

"any other bruises I should know about?" Larry ask.

"well... there is one. on my leg. it's a bite mark. I uh, tried to kick him in the face. missed a little and he bit my leg. it's fine though." Sal said.

"let me see." Larry said. Sal sighed and knelt, pulling his pants leg up. Larry could see him wince, but didn't bring it up. there was a nice big bite right above his ankle.

"I missed a little." Sal repeated.

"only a little?" Larry muttered. Sal gave a nervous chuckle.

"only missed once." Sal replied, smiling slightly. Larry gave him a dark look, before his eye's settled on Sal's hesitant smile. he relaxed slightly and smiled back, giving him a soft chuckle.

"well at least it was only once." Larry said. the door knob turned and Sal shoved away from him, grabbing his mask. he strapped it on in record time, looking up as the cops came in. they decided not to tell him about the one way mirror.

"you're free to go." the cop said. Sal sighed in relief, grabbing his shirt. "just be careful out there Fisher. self defense only goes so far." he warned. Sal looked confused and nervous.

"uh... thanks... I think?" Sal said. he nodded and walked away. Sal pulled his shirt on, thankful he'd stolen one of Larry's to wear, as it meant he could slip the shirt over his mask. he looked up at Larry. "lets go home." Sal muttered. Larry nodded and grabbed his hand.

as they walked into Larry's apartment.

"what happened!?" Lisa shouted, running over to Sal. because of the short sleeves, she coudl see the bruises on his arms and the handprints on his neck.

"I'm okay." Sal replied. Larry got the idea that this was a habit for Sal to say when he was hurt.

"Travis attacked him, but Sal kicked his ass. they both got arrested." Larry said.

"arrested!? even with all these bruises?!" Lisa ask.

"I'm okay Lisa. I fought back. not the first time Travis has come after me." Sal said.

"yeah but I'm usually there to protect you." Larry said. Sal shrugged.

"I'm a big boy, I can handle myself." Sal said.

"I'm the bigger boyfriend it's my job." Larry replied.

"well if you were sleeping in, you could've but you were, so I delt with it. I think I did a FANTASTIC JOB! you know since I put Travis in the hospital by myself!" Sal huffed.

"I get it mr. tough guy all the sudden." Larry chuckled leading him towards his bedroom. he sat Sal down on the bed and went to the bathroom, coming back with a first aid kit.

"what are you doing?" Sal ask.

"fixing you up. look at those knuckles. those bite marks. your bleeding and need to be taken care of so you don't get an infection." Larry said. he pulled Sal's mask and shirt off. "pants have to come off too." Larry said.

"can't I just roll up my pants leg?" Sal ask, not really wanting to be nearly naked with his boyfriends mom in the next room.

"no off now." Larry said.

"fine but I don't have boxers on." Sal shrugged getting up. Larry stood and grabbed a pair of shorts.

"have some decency. my moms here." Larry said. Sal shrugged and dropped his pants, pulling the shorts on. even with only the flash, Larry did a double check, to make sure Sal wasn't hiding anything. he wasn't. Larry nodded to himself and knelt back down in front of Sal. he worked his way from Sal's leg up, saving his face and knuckles for last. he carefully patched up Sal's face then looked at his knuckles. "you did a good job. look at these knuckles." Larry chuckled. Sal looked at him and huffed out his nose.

"yeah thanks." Sal muttered. Larry smiled at him and kissed his cheek, then kissing his knuckles.

"I'm glad you're okay." Larry murmured, bandaging Sal's knuckles. "and I'm sorry I wasn't there to help when you actually needed me." Larry said. Sal smiled slightly.

"I don't always need you to protect me, I can handle myself." Sal murmured.

"I know, but dad always said protect the ones you love with your life, because if you don't, it may cost them theirs." Larry replied. Sal hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek.

"thanks Larry, means a lot." Sal smiled. Larry hugged him tightly, looking the bruises over again.

"you actually needed me. it wasn't some stupid high school fight this time. it was a real fight." Larry sighed.

"it's okay." Sal smiled. "I managed." Sal repeated.

"I know, still makes me feel guilty." Larry murmured, pulling Sal to his chest. "m'sorry." Larry said. Sal shook his head and kissed Larry's shoulder and held him.

"it's alright." Sal murmured.