he was offered no time to drink as pyce quickly sought to quench his other thirst and occupy his mouth with a drug that was just as invigorating as any caffeine fix

Not as exciting as the club, but still more fun then the Maybach. Easily, Galvin worked his hips until Ambrosia over flowed inside him. He realized as the strong arms clasped around his torso, that his pants were still ruined. "Now finish feeding me." He commanded. When the rest of his dinner was presented to him fork between two fingers he gracefully nibbled it down.

pleased he obeyed the command and fed pyce each morsel by hand until he saw the blurry shape of their waitress coming their way quickly he let off his feeding and stole the man's lips to keep him from seeing anything and deepening the kiss did not let go until he heard the door open and a small sound of surprise issue from feminine lips. drawing back from the other he leaned over so he could look at the shell-shocked woman. "how would you like to make a hundred dollars? close the door and don't come back for about fifteen more minutes." he watched as her face tightened in the way of the poor when offered more than what their morals were worth and she offed a nod before backing away and closing the door. when the waitress was gone he laughed though he could tell pyce was no longer into it and letting go leaned back in the seat. "well that was fun while it lasted"

The tongue was a welcome reprieve from the greasy food until he heard the small gasp and the conversation that went on around him. His natural stoic face shrouded most of his emotions but his body language gave it away everything. “You fucking bastard.” His voice resonated with a growl. “You knew.” There was no inclination of the deep well of shame that resided with in him. He realized with a little color rising on his cheeks that he too had been bought like the young lady. Though the price was much different. “Don't laugh, she could have been that brat or some one else.” Galvin tugged at the arm around his waist pushing himself up.

he only laughed harder at the reprieve though he let pyce go. "yes i knew though what difference would have made to tell you? a half naked mad searching for pants or a half naked man being frenched? at least with the latter i got some enjoyment too, besides if it had been a child i would have pushed you off. they may be vile but i am not as bad as you make me out to be" he grinned. "i would like to name you"

His fingers curled into his palm and he punched the other. He said nothing else he fixed himself before going back to his seat. “It had better be a good name... Dick/”

the pain in his collar only made it funnier. "you are my quick-witted slutty little nell now. pretty of face and quick to turn when things do not go her way, will you poison me next or sing sweetly?"

Understanding the other was beyond him. He growled and said nothing more. When the waitress came back he took the rest of their food in a Styrofoam container. For his own guilt he left a generous tip that was well over 15%. As they road in the Maybach to their next destination he noticed the other was strangely silent. He leaned over the seat inspecting the man. The other resembled a freckled face statue as he slumbered. At the end of the twenty minute ride, Galvin slipped out of the car, taking his dog with him.

he had not intended to fall asleep but as the car came to a halt he fell out of his doze and blearily realized the other was leaving. unbuckling his belt he reached out to catch the edge of pyce's slacks with his fingers. "...wait, our walk?"

Sleep seemed to provide the only brief glimpse into the real Ambrosia that Galvin had seen. He turned to take the fingers away from his pants but inadvertently found himself staring into the grey pools. He could not say anything. Twisting, he reached down and took Ambrosia's fingers into his. “I am not leaving you.” he growled more so at himself as he turned away breaking his gaze.

Sleep seemed to provide the only brief glimpse into the real Ambrosia that Galvin had seen. He turned to take the fingers away from his pants but inadvertently found himself staring into the grey pools. He could not say anything. Twisting, he reached down and took Ambrosia's fingers into his. “I am not leaving you.” he growled more so at himself as he turned away breaking his gaze.

he was confused, that was not what he had asked though the admission made him feel oddly comforted. "i mean i feel filthy, i want to clean up first"

He was sure they could find a bathroom, he was also sure that the brief glimpse into Ambrosia would never happen again. The walk started when his dog pulled them along the planks of the board walk.

waking up fully he realized they were nowhere near anything that could be considered the apartment and saying nothing else got out of the car to follow behind pyce

As much as Galvin enjoyed walking to the tune of clashing waves he felt his curiosity roused with in him. “So” He let his dogs leash slacken as it attempted to capture birds. “I am one of 7, what are the other six lovers like?" He wasn't going to hold his breath, the other was notorious for withholding information regarding his other lovers.

"one of three. i may have partners every night of the week but you have met the only other two i keep coming back to," he smirked to himself, "why, are you jealous of them?"

“I am not jealous, when I sleep with you, I sleep with all the lovers you have been with.” He said plainly. “And why do you require so many lovers?”

he was somewhat irked that pyce ragged incessantly about his conquests but he was in a passable mood still and pandered to the question. "why do women have so many shoes? just one is not enough, i like variety and choice"

The answer mystified Galvin and his poker face was showing all the cards. “How do you collect so many lovers being that shallow... your female lover doesn't strike me as the type to put up with that crap.”

"how did i collect you? you ask questions you can answer yourself, nell." he grinned reflexively, "and how do you know i have not put her under my spell? i have hypnotized you fairly well and with next to no effort"

"She did not strike me as the just the fuck type. But I suppose looks are deceiving." He turned his head with a smile on his face. "How do you know I am not just waiting to stake you? Dick?"

walking closer he ran a hand as far up the back of pyce's shirt as he could manage between the man walking and the vest. "seeing how you've staked me twice now i do not see why"

Galvin reached behind and grabbed the mans hand twisting it. "that was strictly business, however you staking me seems like a sport for you." He turned his face fully towards Ambrosia. "Are all vampires nymphomaniacs or just you?"

the light pain in his wrist from the twisting was not enough to deter him and taking advantage of the man stopping pushed his free hand up the front of the vest and his lips between the other's shoulders. "and if it is, and if we all are?" breathing heavily in he kissed pyce's spine. "doesn't it feel good enough to not matter?"

"I don't like mixing business with pleasure." He said accidentally moving closer to the body when he wanted to escape the kiss. "Ambrosia we just had dinner." He tugged at the arm climbing under his shirt, but his eyes were glancing around looking for more unsuspecting spectators like the waitress.

he kissed again at the press even as the pain in his wrist grew. "you mean we just had sex, i can be a good boy if i must, the question is can you?"

"You owe me a Huge teddy bear." He said pulling away and letting his fingers ease on their contorting.

he grinned knowingly to himself as the other freed himself and started walking again. "of course"

As their walk continued, Galvin could think of nothing else to ask the man. Anything he tried the answer was the same, the man did it because he was bored. He begin to toy with the idea of drugging him with ritalin but the lights from the Carnival came into view. A wave of nostalgia washed over Galvin as he remembered one of the few times his parents indulged him and his brother by pretending to be parents. He reigned in his dog, guiding him towards the neon colored lights.

it was bright and gaudy, trashy, cheap and crowded but despite himself he could not help but feel a little joy in it. "so where is that bear i owe you?"

"Well lets find the biggest one and you can win me that, in the mean time can you call Adrian? I do not think they want dogs in the Carnival." He gestured towards the dog pulling them in the direction his noise led him.

his face fell a little as he was reminded once more of the dog. "why did you even bring it if you didn't want it to come along?" not bothering to wait for a response he dug out the phone and called for the driver to come down and get the animal

"Next time I will let him shit in your Maybach." He said kneeling down to pet his dog. He fished out a dog treat he had been keeping since the earlier walk. "Haven't you had a pet before?..." Galvin looked at the other as he feed his dog. "And I am not talking about people."

he frowned. "no i have not and if it did the mess would be cleaned before we returned"

Galvin found himself growling. "I will take care of my pet, it is not in your drivers job description to be a dog caretaker."

the frown grew. "make up your fucking mind and stop waffling. do you want the damn dog or do you want the damn bear?!"

"My dog came before the bear." He said pulling at his dogs leash. He turned and headed back down the board walk fully intent on finding away back to his apartment with out the other.

saying nothing he silently followed behind, leaving the bright lights and sounds behind in favor of the darkening sky and pyce's back

He listened as the foot steps fell in step behind his and could not help but growl. The man was infuriating. Even born into money, Galvin was raised with some ounce of responsibility. He was halfway to his apartment when heard the soft wheezing. He looked down at his dog but it wasn't him. Idly he turned back to Ambrosia. "whats wrong with you?"

he did is best to keep up and certainly he had spent the night on his feet several times but not at such a brisk pace and not without any sort of break. he was out of breath when pyce finally spoke up but he could not speak as he was and so kept quietly following