“Took you long enough, Brat.” He said not paying attention. He waited for the door to be pulled open further to accommodate his chair and found, it was not his brother, but a red haired man in a disheveled suit. He instinctively his body went into an alert. “Who are you?”

he did not expect to be met with thin air and had to look down to spot the visitor, it was the brother, he sneered. "i am the plumber, i'm here to fix your baby brother's pipes"

His face dropped in a wide eyed look of shock before the trade mark Pyce growl came from his lips and he met the mans eyes with a glare and instant loathing. “Move asshole.”

he didn't budge. "or what? you'll run over my toes or punch me in the knee? pyce is busy, what do you want?"

The mans snark was not appreciated. “I will see my brother ” In a single motion he slid a dagger from the side of his wheelchair and lodged it near the mans head with in the door frame. He grew worried about his brother and wondered what he had gotten himself into. “I seldom miss twice, now movie.”

he did not show his surprise only his anger. "pyce is tired and is sleeping. come back some other time when i am in more of a mood to play with selfish widdle cripples." he felt like spitting on the man but contented himself with simply slamming the door and turning the lock. offering no more attention to the other pyce he trudged back to the bedroom to take back up his vigil

The mans audacity astounded him. It took him a while to fish though his things and find his brothers key. He opened the door expecting the angry man, but instead the man had gotten back into the bed and he was greeted by Agamemnon. After showing the dog some love he rolled over to the bed. He loathed the man, but his brothers contentment was more important. He had not seen him so restful in months. “Listen,” He said to the man he was sure he was still awake. “I hate you, and if you hurt my brother I will kill you.” It was as simple as that. He wheeled away, taking the dog with him for a morning walk.

he stiffened as he heard the bolt turn and the damnable older pyce come in. he was given no time as pyce snuggled back into his chest and so remained still where he lay. it took most of his will not to reply when the other threatened him and stole the dog but he was able and that was all that counted when all was said and done and the door closed once more. he thought very hard about changing pyce's locks

He could not get an appointment with the famous soothsayer until Saturday. Galvin was up bright and early despite his long previous night. His boss assured him he would never have to work again on a Saturday and he was elated but the man reeked of something suspicious. He knocked on the door to Cirros house.

he already had the tea and sweets ready when galvin knocked and letting the man in he led them both to the kitchen. the sunny yellow-and-white room would be soothing he was sure

It was strange seeing the bright room with out having a concussion. He stopped himself seeing the array of baked goods and could not help but ask. "Did you bleach that table?"

he was not sure what prompted the question but tried to remain cordial. "um, not recently, are you allergic? i take extra care when i clean so as not to leave chemicals on things," he paused, "it is bad for the spells"

"No, you fucked Leavu on that table." He said "I mean no offense but if thats your favorite spot, I am not sure I can have tea and cookies there. Though this room is oddly befitting for my question." He slouched into the door frame, not wanting to sit in the room. "Have you made Dinner for Leavu before?"

the man was too straight-forward and poorly misinformed as well. "no, that is not where we usually have sex, as far as i remember we have only been intimate here twice and neither time was on the table, has leavu been telling you this?"

"No, he hasn't told me anything, in fact he punches me if I mention you or the lady." He waved his hand still not wanting to sit. "However I tried to offer him dinner, he did not eat it, he said my dishes were dirty and my house was dark and depressing. I do not understand what that has to do with food. Why wouldn't he eat my dinner?"

he blinked stupidly at the barrage before understanding broke. "oh, no. leavu is not like you and i, he is like eva, they are upper-class. if it is not visually appealing they won't eat it, i scrub all day when i intend to feed leavu and i only serve him on clean matching plates. he is a very finicky eater"

Galvin let his face fall and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Then why be come lovers with people like us at all?" Finally he moved across the room to the chair and accepted it. He found himself getting to the more important question that had been bugging him since sunday. "How can you come to rely on a perfect stranger? How do you know his name is even Leavu?"

sighing he followed and sat in the other chair, i know his name is not leavu, it is ambrosia gargarin, we are not strangers in the least. i know his favorite food, color, animal. i know how he takes his tea and his favorite plant. i know what puts him to sleep and the sorts of music he likes, i know his birthday and his child-hood dream-job. i know more about him then anyone other than maybe the doctor"

he blinked. "How? When I asked him he told me that Ambrosia was boring. I assumed he was too jaded with life to divulge that kind of information."

smiling softly he reached out for a cookie. "no more boring than anyone else. he is not the sort to give anything away. buy the information or sell it, that he will understand." the smile fell as he quietly ate. "...there is a convenience store across town on one-twenty-seventh street and vine, it sells little dishes of a cake called 'tres leche', buy two and when he comes over next offer him the cake with strawberry-halves in syrup and whipped cream, real not artificial. let him eat one but don't eat the other, he loves the stuff and if you ask nicely he might be willing to share a little more about himself. when he answers you then give him yours, this took me years to find out but it works like a dream"

Galvins mouth opened and closed, and repeated itself before he simply pulled a pen from his pocket and asked the other to write the instructions down. After getting his fortune told he was feeling rather lucky. He rode his bike to the shop, picking up the cake as per Cirro's instructions. Once he was home he set about cleaning his apartment up to make it more cherry.

he was surprised to be told that instead of the park as was their usual game he would be going to the man's house directly. frowning at the instruction he braced himself for more fights and depressing scenery, he was shocked however when upon arriving and being invited in he found the place changed. it was clean with all of the extra junk put away and the windows open to let in the golden light of the not-quite setting sun. pyce looked tired but excited and he could not help but quirk an eyebrow. "you have never tried to impress me before, what is your angle?"

Galvin shook his head and grabbed the box on the counter. He did not wish to resort to listening to Cirro but it seemed the mystics advice worked wonders. "Nothing but there is something I want, and you said if I ask you could do it if it was with in your power correct?" He watched the other nod as his brows shifted from its quirk to understanding. Galvin smiled walking over to Ambrosia. “Then here is what I want, I want for us to go to the grocery store, you are going to pick out what you want to eat and cook it. And you will take me to your place, that is not built for your lovers but the one that Ambrosia lives in when he is just being Ambrosia. We are going to have dinner and If I am happy, I will pay you double in rent.”

the demand was reasonable but for one part and letting his eyes wander from where they had settled on the curious box he looked up at the man once more. "and if i tell you i am only myself when i am in-between appointments? will you be content to simply see where i keep my clothes at night?"

Galvin found his smile widening, “Does this place have a stove?” When the other nodded, he did nothing more then grab him with a free and and led him out of his house. “Then I am sure it will be fine.” He said taking the familiar steps down to the Maybach. He left the box with the driver to put in the front seat, since things tended to get messy in the back.

the man's smile made him feel oddly nervous though he did his best not to let it show. after getting in and directing the driver they rode silently towards the mansion until a hand snaked around his jaw and the still grinning man kissed him. falling into habit he flicked pyce's seatbelt and pulled him into his lap for a distraction

Their touching stayed mostly on the surface and before long they had driven up to the store. Like all things Ambrosia, it seemed unnecessary expensive. He watched the man by pass the carts and wondered what his game was. Silently he plucked a basket and followed behind the other amused that he could not do things for himself. He abandoned Ambrosia in the wine section and went to find something to make dinner out of the fine foods. When he found the other again he handed him the basket full of rapped foods and cans. “I think these are what you are looking for.” The other added a few things to his basket before they headed to the check out. Once again the food items were left with the driver and Galvin resumed his playful nips in the back seat. He barely noticed when they had pulled up to the mansion.

it felt odd taking a lover to his home, of all of them only eva had ever been and even then not to his personal room or the kitchen or any of the other places pyce was almost certainly wanting to see

Even in its simplicity the house was grander then anything his parents had bothered to own. . Like so many things Ambrosia, it was clean and sterile. Most of the items appeared like relics in a museum that were begging to be touched. He was led straight to the kitchen where he and the driver emptied the bags on to the counter along with the box. Galvin was quick to put it away surprised to find the electricity worked in the house. Once things were in order Galvin found himself leaning against the counter with his arms folded across his chest and a bemused smirk on his lips. “Well chef aren't you going to cook me dinner?”

ruffling angrily at the words he dismissed the driver and looked around for dishes. seeing none he started looking in cupboards

Instead of taking a seat on the stools, Galvin nimbly jumped on the counter and perched there watching the other with expectant, amused eyes. "It had better be good too, I am starving."

he growled lightly. "shut the fuck up pyce." when the other gave in he was left finding the dishes he needed to make the man's damn meal

It went from amusing to a train wreck faster then Galvin anticipated. It was both sexy and dangerous. He jumped from his seat by the time the other took the knife before Ambrosia could slice off his fingers, Galvin stilled his wrist. “You are not murdering people, your are chopping scallions.” He took the blade from the other satisfied the other was a worse cook then he, and lived an even stranger life. His lips curved into a smirk. “It seems your teacher will have to give you another lesson.”

he was equal parts pissed and relived when pyce began helping, it seemed he had already made mistakes despite being certain he was doing it correctly. giving up entirely as he was corrected once more he was contented to have pyce take him by the hand and manually move him through each step

Galvin leaned in close pressing the pale man against the counter. Softly he rested his head against his shoulder while one hand snaked its way along the back of his hands taking control of the cutting motion. The other closed around his waist, reaching for the things on the cutting board.

the touch felt nice and after a minute or so he found the man's rhythm and melted into the dance of it. he could see several mistakes as he was gently led though with the shorter man guiding him from behind he was too pleased to be angry about it

Galvin was pleased at the mans progress. Behind him he could hear the bubbles from the water and moved to turn the broth down but found he was pinned in place by Ambrosia. The mans face was unreadable and no matter how much Galvin wiggled, he would not let go. “Ambrosia, you are going to burn dinner and your house.” He said trying once more.

he smirked though it was lost on the other. "and if i say let it burn?" he let go of pyce though only after a moment's more of touching

"And us with it?" He said shaking his head, he walked over to the stove turning it on low before prepping the other pan for the beef. Galvin moved with in the space, taking over. While stirring the ingredients waiting for it to cook, he felt something press behind him, and instinctively he raised a spoon for the other to taste. "Tell me if it is how you intend for it to be."

he tasted the offered utensil before pulling the man's hair to the side and pushing the spoon against his neck. happily he tasted that. "you should add salt"