"You bastard." He growled twisting his legs around as much as the skirt would allow. He plopped off the table and on to Ambrosias lap. "Pay attention, I will only give you this lesson once and if you fail you will have to pay for private tutoring." His body moved in a fluid like motion settling in the crevice between Ambrosias legs. "Friction... is the force resisting the relative motion of surfaces sliding against each other. There are several types of friction." He said while one hand abrasively moved along Ambrosia's inner thigh. Galvins hips bucked and moved in a circular motion around the lump he sat on. "For example..." He lowered himself for a dip running his rump along the seam in the middle of the pants. "Dry friction..." He twisted so he could see the others face. Using one of his hands he brought the pale chin forward and licked along the surface of his neck he could reach. "... lubricated fiction... and if you want to learn more I suggest you fork over another greenback."

he barked a laugh as pyce tried to coerce more money from him like a coin-operated automaton. "either your boss is whoring on the side or you are going for the gold, didn't you know there is no sex in the champagne room?" this time he reached for his card. "just tell me where to stick it miss"

There was no well deep enough to fill with the shame he felt. His fingers curled into Ambrosia's legs hard enough to pierce the fabric of his slacks with half moons. Galvin's libido fought with his pride, ultimately the later won out as he stuck the platinum shackle into his breast pocket. It was always a dance on the edge he noticed, as his mind went back to the dinner shared at the sea food restaurant. Galvin led the other to the private rooms, not to particular about the room he was selecting. For a long time he left the other inside as his boss ran the card. He was sure to give the other the rest of his night. Locking the door behind him, he walked back into the room tossed the card at the Garagin lounging on the couch. “You have a private lesson until 4 am, in which the club closes.” As he walked he gave a small sultry walk towards the other, shoving the other down on to the plush seating. Galvin loomed over the other letting his teeth pull the hem of Ambrosia's shirt from the confides of his belt. The flesh beneath it was cooling to the couch. Kisses turned to nibbles, nibbles into lavished suckling and suckling into wild beast like groping as the pencil skirt was hitched up and the belt that held Ambrosia's pants was discarded. He let out his shame, taking it out in teeth marks and thrust.

violence suited pyce tonight as lithe joints snapped crisply in the man's anger. he would have liked to have done this in the other room and he was certain pyce over-charged by far but all things considered he was making out fine. with a grin he gripped a silk-clad thigh. "you know you still owe me tomorrow, tonight i am paying you, tonight you are not my lover but a beautiful whore in a dress."

Galvin swelled with anger making his hips move in a furious frenzy “No.” He growled “You should watch your mouth.” smacking away the hand as his fingers curled inwards. He punched the other in the solar plexus. Like a snake he waited for his chance to strike, and as Ambrosia gasped for air he kissed him capturing his tongue between his teeth he biting it.

it was a nasty trick and he could taste a hint of copper as pyce gnawed on his tongue for a long moment before letting go. "ha-you cheater!" he grunted softly from pyce's efforts, "ha-though, i still, i still want my, ha- lesson"

After the second time he finally grew tired enough to simply crawl between the others legs and rest on his stomach. He listened to the heavy beating heart beneath him satisfied and sedated. They still had a few hours before Galvin was to be summoned for cleaning. "I hope you learned something. You didn't earn any extra credit."

he grinned down at the tired man. "i learned you look damn sexy fucking me in a skirt.... actually though, you should rest since that was good enough for a start and i fully intend on doing this again tomorrow at your place"

Galvin pushed himself up thrusting his fist into the others chest to support himself. "No, tonight is Saturday, we just fucked. Your rules never said how or when." He growled "Besides wheres my fucking bear and Carnival rides?"

this time he laughed though it was not in humor. "you asked for tonight, you promised be sunday if i would let you go free and i did. i have completed my end of the bargain and you owe me tomorrow, that you fucked me on your night to yourself is no concern of mine. you will give me tomorrow." running a hand through his damp hair he sighed. "i do still owe you a bear don't i? we will do it tomorrow"

Raising his fist it fell heavily back into the others chest. "No. You came into my work when I told you, I would not be available. " Galvin rose from his position and started picking up the remains of trash around the room. "I will see you next Saturday as planned. As he walked he scooped up a fallen heel.

he did not let pyce finish and as the man bent to retrieve a shoe he quickly stood and came up flush agains him and grabbed his arms to keep him close. "i have you for at least two more hours maybe three. i have no problem bending you over and crippling you so that noone may have you for the rest of the week but i am fair, i want you to sit down and rest up seeing as you look tired and i am sure your night does not end with me. tomorrow i will take you to the carnival and we will ride all of the rides and eat nasty greasy food and i will win you the biggest damn bear they have. which sounds better to you?"

"Three more hours but not tomorrow." He sneered as the other grabbed him. "i do not want to be dragged to another lunch only to be abandoned, and I certainly think we can do all of those things next Saturday."

he tightened his grip at the words though he kept his voice level. "then three hours it is but i think it is the teacher who needs the lesson more, he has not learned anything." pulling the other upright he offered a bruising kiss to the man's neck, "come teacher"

After another grueling lesson, Galvin lay heaving, lynching the others warm from his chest as a wave after wave of sleep started to overwhelm him. The others lips gave him a sultry command that he did not hear twice as his body obeyed.

he didn't push the other away as he went all but limp in his arms though when his time was up, two hours and eleven minutes as it turned out, he merely waved off the manager with more money and a request to be told the next time he wanted to rent out his finest worker again. the man seemed uncomfortable with the request but greed won out and he was left alone once more with the sleeping pyce

Needless to say, Galvin was surprised to wake up late among the velvet plush but not so when Ambrosia insulted him before leaving to go meet with his Grandmother. As he cleaned he couldn't shake the strange vibe from his bosses vile grin. The man informed him that he would now be working all Saturdays or risk loosing his job entirely. He made it home sinking into his bed but only for his dog to call for his attention, and soon afterwards his brother, and his family. It wasn't long before he had forgotten his promise under the weight of errands. By evening he had nothing more planned then to put away his groceries and follow up on some of his brothers stake outs.

he felt sick leaving his grandmother's house. for the first time since he could remember he was expected to sit with the others while his slimy baby brother took the honored spot by her hand. he understood this was a temporary thing and next week all would be well again but the demotion, no matter how temporary, burned him like a fire in his intestines. slinking to the maybach he had his driver take him to the strip-club to negotiate a contract with the proprietor about galvin pyce's sundays

No sooner had he finished making food his dog waddled over to the door pawing at it anxiously. Shaking his head at the interruption he cut every thing off before going to find the leash. They strolled out into the cool night and Galvin let his thoughts bounce to one idle thought after another.

pyce was late and he nearly gave up waiting so he could find out where the man was hiding for an abduction when the other came around the corner of a hedge with the dog in tow. he slouched back down on the bench and waited as the dog recognized him and began to wag enthusiastically

His attempt to reign in his dog failed and soon the large pup was happily doting under the touches of Ambrosia. He found himself growling. “What did you do to my dog?... never mind that, what are you doing here?"

he only grinned and as if to show a magic trick he twisted his wrists before pulling out a dog-treat and feeding it to the beast. when it got no rouse from the other he let his face go soft. "it is sunday, i owe you a bear remember?"

Galvin shook his head and the beginnings of a smirk showed itself. "It is Sunday which is a day of rest for most." He reached out and stroked the crown of his dogs head and then ran his fingers through his own. "I made dinner... you... are welcome to join me, it will spare the waitresses and children."

he barked a laugh at the first part though before he could add snark to it the other continued and he felt oddly reluctant. turning his face away he kept his voice neutral. "if that is what would please you"

The others motions were missed by the Pyce entirely and the man merely shook his head. "I will give some to Adrian too for taking care of Agamemnon." He reached out and grabbed the other by his arm and pulled him off the bench. "It is steak, potatoes and some hard lemonade." He hit the other in his stomach "If you don't think you can stomach it we can go to Al's fishery again."

he made a face. "the only thing that tasted good there was you and even that was covered in fish grease, no more of that." the other made a noise which he chose to ignore and they made their way back to the maybach

It felt odd having the other in his home for the second time, even more odd that his dog was comfortable with him. He turned his attention to his dinner pulling his rarely used utensils from their dusty hiding spots and on to the counter. Galvin served up two thick slabs of grilled meat along with some creamy potatoes. “Well go on and try it, and don't feed any to my dog, he only gets the bones if he behaves.” Before slicing into his own meal he retrieved his six pack from the refrigerator. He popped both the lids on the counter and placed one infront of the other. “Don't you get tired having sex every night?” He said forking some potatoes and butter into his mouth.

the set-up was strange like something from television and it was both uncomfortable and depressing to be a part of it, he made a face. "no i do not, is this what you do when i am not around or is the setting entirely contrived?"

It was Galvins turn to bark a laugh. “Forgive me, I thought Galileo proved it wasn't a Garagin-centric world.” He went to eating his food highly amused at the other. “It is.” Galvin said answering both questions at once. “Don't your other lovers invite you in for dinner? I thought you said Cirro took you out?”

he made another face though this time he turned to the other to share it. "yes but this is nothing like that, it is dark and depressing and the food is still in the pot and nothing has been cleaned"

He looked around seeing nothing wrong with the way things were. His shoulders rose and fell in a shrug and he sliced into a another piece of meat. "So?"

a thousand replies made themselves know right away but seeing the other's compleate lack of thought on the matter made him think twice about answering and letting the uncomfortable silence fall he too up the cutlery to slice his dinner into more manageable pieces

Galvin growled and stilled Ambrosia's hand. "Stop. Just stop." Shaking his head he removed his hand. He felt as if some how he had been insulted by the mans looks and simple statements. "I don't understand why my house condition and life style matters, when I never intended to invite you into it. Since you want Rent tonight I thought it would be easier to have dinner here instead of wasting money. So tell me what is wrong with having the food still in the pot and why my house feels depressing?"

he was not expecting the outburst and the bite of it shocked him. "i...it does not matter, next week we will go somewhere else to eat. you do not have to cook anymore"

It seemed the other missed the point entirely. Galvin just plucked the steak knife from the counter and slammed it squarely into the middle of Ambrosia chunk of meat. His own plate was removed from the counter and dumped into the refrigerator. “And you are never allowed back into my house again.” He said. “Finish your dinner so we can leave.”

he still had not moved from where the other left him when the man finally came out clean from his shower. by then his words had returned to him and the snark too, he sneered. "i have finished eating, where to now?"

Galvin pursed his lips together watching the other blatantly lie to him. He walked over to the counter, nothing had changed. He turned and looked at the other with furious and disappointed eyes. “Ambrosia, Leave and do not come back.” He jerked the plate from its spot and walked over to the trash throwing the entire thing inside. From there he walked over to his bed and flopped on it. The bounce on the springs summoned his dog to join him, and the large beast curled up in his usual resting spot.

he stayed sitting until he was certain the other would not come back and standing straight he headed in the direction the man pyce had gone. he found the other curled in bed with the dog and an unusual twinge of pity momentary passed through him. saying nothing he kicked off his shoes and climbed awkwardly into the bed. wrapping his arms around the other he barked a laugh as he was asked what he was expecting for rent and let the man know he was not asking tonight, when pyce tried to shove him away he only pulled the man tighter and quickly pyce relented

Galvin tried to fight it, but for all his rude obsessiveness, he realized the man never failed to be correct. His apartment was dark and depressing, and he truly did, simply just wanted to be touched. He balled up all of his thoughts in a hatred for this man and the continual shame he brought. It was soon overlapped by the warmth of his continual touch. When he finally fell asleep the deep shade of night was growing lighter.

He checked his watch, the others bike was not always a guarantee his brother was home, but he thought he'd take a chance. He pounded on the door, if his brother was not home, he would at least make sure his dog was taken care off.

the silence was only broken by soft breathing from the man and the occasional snuffling snore from the dog so when the pounding took up he was nearly asleep himself. jerking awake he listened to the sound of flesh on wood for several more seconds before leaving the bed and going to answer the door