Terrible Twos: Threes a Blessing before the Blessing

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Cw: graphic depictions of abuse and implode rape

Side note: this chapter takes place two months later, Karl and Sapnaps are on their rise to fame and Quackity now has internet.

After the first incident, Jschlatt had only been hitting Quackity more. More and more bruises appeared along the mans body and sex became rougher and rougher.

Sometimes Quackity didn't even realize that it was going to happen until it already was. The first time it happened, Jschlatt, drunk off his ass, snuck into Quackitys shower and forced himself inside the man without so much as a warning. When Quackity yelled at him for it after, he was met with with a slap to the face that sent him to the shower floor with a bloody nose.

Jschlatt stared down at him in disgust and turned the water back on, all the way over to hot. "Rinse off. You look disgusting." The man said and Quackity cried out from the water striking his skin. The bathroom door slammed shut and Quackity huddled by the tub, with the water still running as he broke down into his own hands.

He fell alseep on the bathroom floor and the next morning he woke up to Schlatt coming into the bathroom.

"You're still in here?" The man gasped, rushing over and turning off the now freezing cold water, scooping his fiancé into his arms. "Come on baby, you gotta get up and go to work."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to use up all of the hot water." Quackity whispered and Schlatt smiled softly, running gentle fingers through the mans hair.

"Its okay baby, we all make mistakes. I'm sorry I hurt you." He leaned down and kissed Quackity gently on the forehead, carrying the naked man like a baby out of the bathroom and into the living room.

"My ass hurts." Quackity whimpered as he was set carefully onto their new couch.

Schlatt frowned and covered him up with a blanket. "I'll call you in sick to work today, okay?"

"Okay." Quackity mumbled welcoming the warmth of the blanket around him.

Schlatt knelt by him, caressing his face gently. "You know, you're so beautiful. It's a shame that face of yours keeps getting all these bruises."

"Stop hitting me then." Quackity laughed and Schlatt chuckled softly.

"Stop pissing me off then." He whispered and Quackitys smile fell. Schlatt licked his lips and pressed a soft kiss on his lovers forehead. "Anyway, I got you something."

"What?" Quackity asked, glad for the subject change.

"A real ring!" Schlatt present a small worn out box and lifted the lid a small silver band inside. "I hope you like it."

Quackity plucked the ring from the box, examining it closely. "What is this clear stuff?" He asked and Schlatt frowned.

"Oh, that's just clear coat nail polish. It's because I couldn't afford real silver." Schlatt explained and Quackity nodded.

"Right." He slipped the ring onto his finger. "Thank you."

"No problem." Schlatt grinned at his fiancé.

Quackity stared at the ring. "Schlatt?" He said, and the man hummed in response, looking at Quackity curiously. "If you hit me again, I'm leaving. No matter what you do afterwards."

Schaltt stared at Quackity, his smile fading before he nodded. "Okay. I'm sorry. I'll stop drinking."

"I mean it." Quackity warned, afraid to look the man in his eyes.

Schlatt did as he said he would. He started coming home at 5pm, sober and with a bouquet of flowers. His portion of rent was coming in and for the first time Quackity was granted access to the finances.