"You need money, pumpkin? Here, let me give you some."

As he pulled out his coin purse Demelza shook her head insistently and put her hands on his. "Really, I couldn't. I can't."

"Why, my darling? Please, take it. It would make me feel a lot better if you did." He looked at her with his big doe eyes and she had to keep from grinning. She played the stubborn card a little longer and ended up with the whole purse in the end. She pecked him on the cheek and leaned down to pull on her heels. She walked over to the side table by the bed and grabbed her purse.

"Well, Roger, I'll see you soon, yeah? I've got to be off, I'll owl you." She smiled at his forlorn expression and turned to make her way to the door, brushing against something as she did so. Out in the hall she turned around and waited for Damien to follow her out.

"You really should get a new cloak. That one's starting to give out, I could see you at times. Did you get what we need? The pictures?" She rose her eyebrows questioningly. "If you didn't, well, you're going to have to be the one to bed him next time. I'll be the one taking the pictures. Polyjuice will have to be used, I don't see him fancying," she looked down, "your parts. And he is somewhat of a marathoner. You might have to put some extra potion in a flask and-"

Damien held up his hand to stop her, "I've got them."

Demelza smiled, "Good. Better get them back to Felicity. She'll want to talk to this man as soon as possible." She felt unsatisfied. Leaving some of these blokes did that to her, they were too revolting to enjoy, too intent on pleasing themselves to try and learn how to please her.

"Well, see you next time, yeah? Drop me an owl to tell me the next target."

Damien nodded as she turned and left him in the apartment. She was running through names in her head, trying to figure out who was capable of scratching her itch. Various Liberi names that she was aware of flitted through her mind. McClaggen's out, Bletchley, Flint. She stopped there. Flint sounded about right. He liked it rough she knew, though not from experience, and that was fine with her. She apparated to Knockturn Alley and, keeping her wand close, went looking around.

"So, she was good?" Chance asked, again. He'd asked several times about the girl Marcus had seen fight. The people in Knockturn were already talking about her, awed that she had taken down the other fighter.

"She was good," he confirmed. "Let her gain a reputation and then pluck her up. She'll do us well."

He could see the gleam of greed in Chance's eyes. The other man felt that their current lineup was stale and had been itching for new talent. Someone who could make a name for himself, or herself, as the case may be.

"And you think she'll fight again?"

"She had the look." He'd seen it before, that look on a fighter's face. Hungry for something that only pain and blood could satisfy. They found what they were craving in back alleys and bar room brawls. In fists and hits. It might have been the first time he ever saw it on a woman's face, but he still recognized it for what it was. She was a fighter and would be back.

He could tell that his partner's head was swirling with schemes and plans. That was what he was good at. He was the brains of the operation after all.

He spotted someone appearing at the mouth of the Alley and nodded his head to tell Chance that they were no longer alone. The woman was a stranger, but something about her -- a coldness -- told Marcus that she wasn't just some Diagon princess looking to slum.

Demelza looked around the closed shops of the Alley and saw the occasional scummy man looking over at her with his rat eyes. This time of night was no time to be out searching for something in Knockturn, she knew this, but she pushed forward anyhow. She looked over to her right and saw who she was looking for talking to a scrawnier male. She nodded towards Flint, not wanting to talk to the other.

Chance had noticed the woman and was smirking at him. "Using the money you won off the fight for a higher class of hooker?"

"Never seen her before," Marcus denied. "And hookers are hookers, no matter how much you pay them." She wasn't going further into the shadows but she obviously wanted to talk to either Chance or him. As he watched her a hand went to her throat to play with the silver necklace there. It didn't actually mean she was Liberi, silver jewelry wasn't exclusive to the faction, after all. But he had noticed that the members had a tendency to check their jewelry often.

Unconsciously, his own hand went to his wrist where the heavy silver band rested. Chance caught the motion and quirked a brow.

"Maybe she has an assignment for us," Marcus suggested. He didn't know how Chance was usually contacted, but having the message delivered by a beautiful woman wasn't far fetched.

"They usually just pass names through the jewelry," Chance said as he headed towards the woman.

Demelza rolled her eyes as they both made their way toward her. She let her necklace fall back into the gap in her blouse and waited.

"Flint," she said, giving him a nod. She ignored the man he was with, "We've not met before, but we both have similar connections. I've heard your name from various others and wondered if you could help me with something?"

Marcus exchanged a look with Chance and nodded. A beating that was "off the record" so to speak. Not that he minded. Death Eaters had used his services often enough when they were in power. To settle rivalries without the Dark Lord knowing. It would be the first time a member of the Liberi approached him for the like, but it was a pattern he was used to.

Chance took the nod as a signal to bugger off and left the two of them alone with a salute.

"Need someone bruised, then? Some shop keeper that was rude or an ex that is annoying you?"

"No, that isn't it."

She was glad when the other left, she didn't need his knowing glances, not that she wasn't used to things like that, but it was nice for a break here and there. And Marcus brought up an interesting idea, she would have to remember it for later. Sometimes people were rough with her when they found out they had been conned. It was interesting to note she had found someone to take care of that problem, she had hated having to find new grocer's, pubs. It was annoying.

"No, I think this favor is something you might be interested in. You get paid back for it as you give it." Demelza raised an eyebrow.

"I have better things to do than rob some poor blighter." He ran through the people he knew in Knockturn, trying to think of someone to send her to. Knockturn had plenty of lowlifes to choose from, but he couldn't send someone from the Liberi to a bloke that'd rob her blind. Not if he wanted to avoid certain consequences. "Bloke you want is Jonny Peres. He can found in the Back Alley bar. For a few drinks, he'll roll whoever you please."

Demelza sighed, annoyed. Guess she would just have to spell it out for him. She glanced around and saw that people were not really paying attention to them. That was Knockturn for you, people kept to their own business.

"I want you," she pointed at him, "to come with me," she pointed to herself, "to a room. I hear you like it rough, that's what I need tonight. Got it?" She looked up at him with a slightly irritated look on her face.

He raised a brow and reconsidered his opinion of her. Maybe she was looking to slum if she just wanted a shagging. Either way, he could oblige her.

"A rough fuck, is it?" he asked, invading her personal space. "How rough do you want it? Lightly bruised or up against the wall here in the alley?"

She felt shivers up her spine, "Not here in Knockturn, or at least not in the alley. I want a room. You show me a place, I'll pay." She was slightly relieved that he had finally gotten her meaning, but she felt a twinge of fear at the look in his eyes. That was what she came for though, she wasn't here for gentle.

Marcus grabbed her arm and apparated them both to a hotel that specialized in hourly rates. The rooms weren't exactly clean, no room in Knockturn was. But it was known for discretion. He wouldn't hear rumors of the uptown girl he'd brought here.

Demelza bit back a gasp at the bruise he was surely giving her on her arm. When they said he was rough, they meant it. They walked up to a glass window in the hotel and a beady eyed man leered down at them, talking through the hole in the glass.

"What do ya want?"

"A room please." She glanced up at Marcus, probably best not to insult him. "Two hours." A place like this, there was no other reason for people to come here, she knew they charged hourly. She put her coins in the slot and he yanked it back, almost catching her hand in it. He dropped a key it it and pushed it out again.

"Room 47. Don't make a mess, I don't want to have to pick up after ya."

Marcus ignored the man's leer. Old bastard probably got off on thinking about what went on in the rooms. He grabbed the key out of the woman's hand and pulled her down the hall until he found the correct door. He quickly unlocked it and practically tossed her into the room, making her stumble a bit on the ratty carpet.

He didn't say anything as he relocked the door and cast quick locking and silencing charms. That done, he tossed his wand on the dresser and considered her.

"Strip," he said, shucking his own shirt.

Demelza righted herself and turned to look back at him. He was the dominate type, she could handle the dominate type. She stared at him for a moment before reaching her hands to her blouse, unbuttoning it slowly. She kept her eyes on his, unable to keep the smirk off her face as she saw the anger rise in his eyes. She was going too slow.

Marcus growled, stalking over to her and ripping the shirt open. The two remaining buttons clattered against the walls as they hit. He pulled the cloth from her shoulders, using it to trap her hands behind her as he plundered her mouth. Finally he let her go, and looked down at her. Her lips were swollen and her breasts were heaving as she panted.

"Don't disobey me. I could break you so easily. Now strip."

Demelza's lips hurt, but that had felt good. Worth it. "Fine," she bit out, untangling her arms from her shirt. She'd worry about the damaged fabric later, after all, she did just get paid tonight. She unbuttoned her pants quickly, pushing them down her legs and stepping out of them, throwing them to the side. She met his eyes with hers again, wondering if she was supposed to take her bra and panties off too, but she supposed he'd let her know if she wasn't. She reached behind herself to unclasp her bra.

He quickly stripped out of his own trousers, letting his erection spring free before stalking towards her. She was pretty enough, he supposed. And willing. It didn't matter that she was willing only because she wanted it rough. It was still better than having to pay her.

He grabbed her breasts as soon as they were free of her bra, shaping them and lifting them to his mouth. She let out a little whimper whenever he used a certain amount of force, and he found that he liked the sound, so he did it again.

Demelza cried out as he bit her, it hurt sure, but in the way she wanted it to. No one she had seen had treated her like this, not in a long while. None of her clients enjoyed this sort of thing, the closest she got were giving spankings to 'bad boys'. It did nothing for her to give it, especially when they were about 2 stones overweight. She put her hands on his back, her nails digging in deeper and deeper as he went on. His hand dug into her thigh, bringing it up to him, his erection hard against her abdomen.

He pushed her against the wall and pressed against her, one hand flitting down to check to see if he needed to cast a lubrication charm. He pushed aside her underwear and slipped a finger inside. She was wet and he pumped his finger into her a couple of times before replacing it with his cock, pushing in fast and hard, burying himself balls deep as she gasped at the intrusion. He didn't wait for her to adjust to the feel. One hand under her thigh, the other roughly kneading her breast, he rocked against her, driving himself closer to orgasm.

What the fuck is this shite? She knew full well they wouldn't use the full two hours, but damn if the man wasn't in a hurry. Where was the foreplay? Without it this hurt, and it wasn't a good hurt. Demelza put a hand at his neck, gripping to try and move herself, get herself into a position where this would do something for her. She could feel a sharp ledge cutting into her back where she was pushed up against the wall. The way he was driving into her, it would leave a mark for weeks.

Finally, she felt the change as she got herself into the right position. That's better, she thought. The other things didn't seem to matter much anymore. Sure, they still hurt but now she could take it. She began to moan, softly at first, but it grew louder the harder his thrusts came.

Marcus wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her throat, which he bit sharply. The stupid bitch was enjoying it, moaning and thrashing around like a practiced whore. It made him crash into her even harder, grunting at each impact. He could feel his orgasm building as he continued to move inside of her.

Abruptly he stepped back, releasing her and letting her fall. Before she could recover her balance, he turned her around and pushed her upper body forward, positioning her hands on the wall before ramming into her from behind, sinking in deeper than before. The new position was good; he could feel every inch of her and didn't have to look at her face. His hands bruised her cloth-covered hips as he used his grip to pound into her.

Demelza gritted her teeth as her face was shoved into the wall. Her hands gripped the wall, trying to move again to recover what she had only just achieved. It seemed he was intent on getting himself off and to hell with her. She moved slightly to the left and felt it again, growing inside her. Her hands tightened on the wall, her nails starting to tear the wallpaper. She groaned as she could feel it start to build, she was close.

Marcus groaned as he came, hips jerking erratically. He gave a few last pumps, drawing the orgasm out, before giving one last shudder and pushing away from the bint. He left her panting against the wall as he moved towards his trousers. It hadn't been any more or less satisfying than shagging a whore, but it had at least taken the edge off his tension.

Demelza took a few long breaths before she turned to him. "That's it? That's all you've got?" Unbelievable. This was even worse than before. Demelza looked at him angrily. She took a cheap shot, not caring about the consequences.

"If I'd have known you were utter shite in bed, I'd have gone somewhere else."

Marcus growled and gave her a casual backhand across her face. He watched as she stood there in just her underwear, one hand held to her now bleeding lip.

"You asked for a hard shag and that's what you got," he said, pulling his shirt over his head. He slipped his feet into his shoes, not bothering to tie them. "If you wanted something else, you should have went somewhere else." He grabbed his wand from the dresser and stuffed it in his pocket.

Demelza felt her lip, pulled her hand away and saw blood. She wiped it on the bedspread and picked up her bra, putting it on quickly and moved for her pants. "Normal people help the other person finish. Merlin, do I have to do everything by myself?!" She picked up her blouse and shoved it on, not worrying about buttoning it. She grabbed her wand and summoned the buttons that were ripped off earlier and put them in her bag.

She walked up to him and hit him on the shoulder as she walked past.

He snarled as she hit him. Stupid bitch didn't know when to quit. Before he even knew he had moved, he had a a handful of her hair and had her pulled against his body.

"Stupid bitch," he said, pulling her onto her toes. She whimpered beautifully. "Unless you want to be hurt, keep your bloody mouth shut and get lost."

Demelza pushed herself away from him and exited the door, leaving it open behind her. What an utter waste.



Summary: Demelza goes looking for a little sumthin' sumthin' and finds Marcus. She is not too pleased at the way it turns out. NC-17