Marcus turned back, angry, his expression twisted into a snarl. "This is not just fucking, Isaac. Fucking is what I did in the back room with some random bloke and it didn't fucking matter. You made sure this wasn't just fucking, that I gave a shite that you were in my bed, and that I fucking miss you when you're not. S'not just about Isolde or the babies, s'about us." He might be thick where emotions were concerned, but he got that much.
He closed the distance again, grabbing Isaac's shoulders as he kissed him, brutal and hard and every ounce of anger, hunger, and need going into it. "I trusted you," he ground out. "The Ministry is going to change. Has to. S'fucking good reason to make sure it does."