Marcus rolled over and sat up, reaching to pull himself towards Isaac, and Isaac into him for a kiss. "I think the Ministry's shite, And m'sick to fuck of thinking about what they want," he growled. "Want this. Need this. M'going fucking mad because I can't even fucking see you."
It was all honest, and more than he intended to say so quickly. "You're right," he grumbled, irritated as he fell back against the pillow, arms crossed. "Ministry'd sack me for being bent. Pans thinks no one'd give a fuck if folks knew, but she's wrong. Most folks who know, they don't give a fuck. But m'already going to have to pay a fucking fine just because m'having kids with my wife. Need to make changes, because I can't do this much longer. Just--" His jaw tightened. "Don't think you fucking like it. But doesn't mean you can't do shite." Which is what it meant for Marcus, and it was driving him slowly mad.