It was a bumpy ride and an even angrier lover. They did not make it a mile with out Ambrosia sarcastically voicing his enjoyment. Galvin gave him nothing but a smile letting his air whip in the breeze. The path took them high into the rocky hills surrounding the city. Cloaked in colorful bush, an hour and a half drive they came to the abode. Silently he un buckled himself and went to grab the bags. "I will show you to a room, but welcome to Casa de la Pyce."

he was more than pissed as he was jostled and tossed about like a penny off the side of a cliff but when he saw the old beautiful villa surrounded by miles of cliffs and grapes some of his ire left him and when they stopped he was quick to get out of the death-trap of a vehicle and follow behind the pyce

It was his turn to smugly smile, though he was sure Ambrosia could not see it. He opened the doors to the preserved house passing by the ghost of his childhood in favor of going upstairs to the various bed rooms. "My brother said he anonymously called a cleaning crew and paid them enough money to not ask questions. Pushing aside one door with his shoulder he led, Ambrosia into a room with a balcony and the fresh Italian air. It only took him a few moments to drop his bags and turn and capture the other in a kiss.

the moment they stepped inside he could hear the whisper of pyce's mind pick up and though he knew it was not intentionally projected he still felt compelled to listen to the hundreds of half-thought memories that slipped by like fish in water. following the man upstairs the whispers fluctuated from nearly audible to mostly silent as they were replaced by the familiar staticy silent want. because he had been listening this time instead of soundly ignoring it like usual he was able to hear the jump in the man's thoughts as the luggage was tossed to the floor and the other pressed him with a kiss and so was prepared. reaching up he ran a hand through pyce's hair to free it of it's ponytail while the other grabbed hold of a firm cheek so he could steer the other back towards the bed without either of them falling

He felt a little like a naughty child as he leap and latched onto his favorite spot. Undulating softly, his lips explored the soft flesh, inhaling the smell of sweat. His fingers playfully slipped the first few buttons from their holes as he leaned in close to the ear. "You smell dirty, we should move to the tub."

(Its one of those jet Jacuzzi tubs, yay bubbles!!! )

a low chuckle left him at the accusation considering what pyce usually smelled like but the thought of getting clean with the other man was enough he did not bitch and grinning he let pyce direct him to the nearest shower

He simply pointed, pressed against the other, lips locked in battle. Idly he reached out pushing the door out of the way. Only their upper bodies managed to wiggle free of the clothing before Galvin found the knobs that activated the shower. Warm water seeped between their limbs as Galvin started to clean Ambrosia the best way he could.

(Hot, wet tight jeans. Have fun getting those off )

if he had thought pyce the sort he would have called foul with the sopping fabric between them making things both harder and easier at the same time for him but he knew it was a lack of patience and without disconnecting their mouths he shoved the man far enough off to finish undressing them both

He arched as his back hit the cold tiles, only to be rained upon by the warm water and showered with hunger kisses. A week with out his lover and his bodily greedily tightened, holding firm for the quick movements. His head fell away from the kiss. If you are in need Ambrosia, Breakfast is served. His tongue licked along the mans neck by way of example.

when he awoke that evening, after glutting on pyce and blood the sun had already crawled over the walls and was casting a gold light on the tippled ceiling leaving him with the pleasant suspicion that there would soon be food of a sort other than junk or fast

It was hard operating a stove in his condition. But with no maids in the reclusive home it was up to him to feed both him and Ambrosia real food, least he pay 1000 euros for delivery. The only good news was that it seemed his small time with a private cooking tutor was paying off. He flipped the perfectly golden brown pancake over, secretly proud of himself.

he was nearly asleep again when the sound of bare feet came to him and opening his eyes he saw pyce's head, sitting up he saw the along with the head was a plate and not much else. lazily he smiled, "i appreciate the offer but i think my boyfriend might flip his shit if i fuck the maid on the first day"

He grinned taking a seat with Ambrosia's torso between his thighs. "I dunno..." He said as he broke away a piece of pancake, slathering it in syrup. "You have screwed a cop, a dancer, a whore and a vampire hunter before. I am sure a maid is nothing to your collection." He said feeding him the moistened bite.

he chewed swallowed and licked one of the sweetened brown digits before replying, "yes but those were all for fun, i am trying to be a good boy for once and keeping my wandering to a minimum until after lunch at the very least"

A little jolt tickled his nerves as his fingers found more scraps of food on the plate. He slid his bottom down on the torso so he could easily bend to suck on the curves of Ambrosia's chin. "And whats the minimum? One... two? " He said with a little nibble. "Or three?" Raising himself up he gave Ambrosia a smirk as his hand moved forward to offer the other more breakfast.

the grin widened, "as many as you like if you keep feeding me"