He rolled his shoulders trying to fight the lips lest he fall under the spell of seduction. He reached up taking the salt and poured some into his hand and flicked it over his shoulder. "How is that"

he closed his eyes to the salt but did not brush it away when he opened them again. "too much, maybe a smidgen less." turning back to the still moving neck he licked again

He was loosing his battle, and found himself sticking his finger into the simmering pot stirring the thickening broth with his finger before lifting it to distract the other. "Taste?"

i was too hot, he could tell without even trying it. reaching over the shoulder he blew of the finger. the soup ran clear down pyce's finger and a hunger found him. reaching around he grabbed the wrist and stuck the hot wet digit in his mouth

His body gave away his need, before his thoughts could catch up. Galvin's other hand reached out and brushed against the knobs of the stove, turning them off. Quickly he wrenched his arm free from the other and stuck it into the soup offering it yet again.

the man's haste was off-put by his jerkiness and before he had his mind around pyce's action four more fingers were pressed against his lips. obligingly he opened his mouth to receive

Galvin ravishingly devoured Ambrosias lips with a hint of lemongrass. Shoving the other away from the stove, he nimbly jumped latching his legs around the others waist and in a smooth motion let the other know how hungry he was. He felt himself being swung on to the counter to prevent the two from falling.

the fingers where a lie and lips found him instead. he almost laughed as the other lept on him and rubbed against his crotch like a wild thing before their weight was too much. he moved back and hitting the low counter turned to slide pyce onto the marble. with the other off of him and still in his arms he gave a grin before letting go to deftly pop the man's button. "feed me galvin pyce"

He grabbed the lapels infront of him, pulling until the warm was back pressing against the insides of his thing. His hand dove between the slacks popping the button that held back his prize. “You, are making, me dinner.” He said between kisses A foot yanked at the slacks “And I am very hungry.”

when his own pants were lost so was his opportunity to taste a different salty soup but it was no matter to him as the other let him know there was a different treat to be had and taking the offer he pulled the body close to take the delicacy offered between dark thighs

It was not their usual dance. When their hips moved, it was slow, but his dance partner knew exactly where to hit and how. It did not help that his neck was continuously simulated by tiny nibbles and licks.

he let himself get lost in the flavor of pyce though he did not let that keep him from his pace and when the man's breaths became soft pants he pulled his lips away just enough to speak. "there is something suspect about this whole charade, what is your angle galvin pyce? i will not bite you. why do you tease me so deliciously?"

His ulterior motives had nearly been lost in the mist of the Saturday night ritual. He pushed the man deeper inside of him, pulling him down to meet his lips. “When is your birthday.” Galvin breathlessly asked.

the distraction came as a surprise and he found himself answering before he could think to reply with snark "december twenty-third"

As the other continued pluck his internal strings with long drawn out stokes against his insides, Galvins brain attempted to continue his interrogation. Every few thrust if he could manage. The answers surprised him some what. Red was the color of choice, he was expected to attend college. The biggest surprise was accompanied by a cry against the others shoulder. “You have a job?” He said, not realizing his voice broke when lust. The other had gotten wise to his game. His last coherent question was lost for an absurd one. It was answered by Ambrosia's rough body movements and his trade mark snark laugh. Galvin dug his nails into the cloth shrouding Ambrosia's shoulders fighting the sounds and his own bodies needs.

it was not until the fourth or fifth question that he understood pyce was fishing for answers when he had no defenses against questioning and he derailed the other to avoid anymore. when it came for pyce he changed his direction and worked towards his own ends. "cirro tempts me with food, eva bribes me with affection and you cheat me with sex. i am abused from all sides with needy little lovers all wanting the same thing"

He found a laugh amidst the gyration. “The food... was plan A, promise... There is even Tres Leche.”He said before capturing the other in a kiss “It is not cheating if you want it badly enough to... do anything.”

he was not sure who the comment was directed at though the promise of cake pleased him. "either way, you will pay dearly for your questions pyce, let's hope you don't have to work tomorrow." darkly he grinned

After dinner, desert and a midnight snack, Galvin drifted fighting the sleep, that Ambrosia demanded he not have until he walked to the room. In the end his dreams won out, and the other toted him back draped in his arms with Galvins head resting on his shoulder. He awoke to a hand twitch sliding against his shoulder to cut off the distant sound of an alarm. He pushed himself away from the pale red head blinking away the sands of sleep. For a long time he loomed watching the sleeping face, wondering if he should simply leave. Galvin pushed his falling hair aside and graced the pale rose lips with a kiss. “You have a date with Granny. I will see you next Saturday.”

he slept deeply and so was not nearly as surprised as he would have been any other weekend to find pyce long since vanished. and the clock by the bed telling him he had overslept. he wondered briefly if he had time to shower away the filth of last nights delicious debauchery. with a snort he decided it did not matter, maia could wait if she wanted him, he had already lost the prize

He had a long list of errands to do before work which some how included having lunch with his brother. The older man wore a worried look on his face, which Galvin only saw when his brother felt like they were in too deep. He only mentioned something about Galvin being happy in passing before letting the entire conversation drop. More importantly it seemed that the next few days off his life would spent bringing down one of the families. He left in time to grab his costume from the dry cleaners. Galvin was already tired by the time he walked through the doors of the club, however instead of his bosses usual sass, the man was all creepy grins and kindness. He reeked of snake in the grass. It left him on his guard as he went to his section to please the customers.

to say maia reveled in knocking him down was an understatement but to say he was the only one to suffer was ignoring the facts almost completely. her rage knew no bounds that morning and only a lifetime of weathering such storms kept any of them there though elise was lucky enough to be sent away early when maia's crystal shaker clipped her in the brow. the rest of them had to stay until she finally kicked them all out well after lunch was over. he headed straight to cirro's for bandages and to work out some of his own anger

He was having an exceptionally good night. For the most part. There were a few happy tippers that were pleased with the cop. He grinned walking joviality with his cuffs bouncing at his side as he was given yet another bottle of wine to deliver at a table. He set the bottle down bringing his bright face to the customer where it was dropped and he was awkwardly tugged into a hug by the snake. “Leslie, I believe you know Mr Dick. He has decided to grace us with his presence, and only my top lady will do.” A weighty key was slipped into his pocket. “Your favorite room is available, if you wish for it, but I am sure Leslie here will be happy to do anything to serve you Mr. Dick.” With out the weight of his boss, Galvin felt as he would fall over from shock. Instead he was growing to hate Ambrosia's smug grin.

pyce's venom along with his shorts pleased him. "i hope you can see the irony of dressing as a cop while doing, what basically counts as prostitution. your parents must be proud of your wit." while the other prepared himself for a biting remark he took the opportunity and pulled the angry hunter into his lap. "dance for me galvin pyce"

His head swung wildly around, and he grew thankful his boss did not hear his real name. Galvin sank between Ambrosia's thighs grinding his hips forcefully against the other to cause him pain. He pulled the man by his jacket close, and when the watchful eyes of others were no longer on them, he whispered harshly. “Do not call me Galvin in front of that man you fucker.” His heel came down on the others foot. “I hope you like that dance, Dick.”

he grinned through the pain though the words came out in a low growl. "cheeky little bitch today, pull that stunt again and you will be looking for another job leslie"

He stilled his movements before starting on slower more gentler twist. Every so often his fingers would claw at the fabric covering Ambrosia's legs twisting it into tight folds beneath his fingers. Galvin growled before speaking again. “Does this please you Dick?”

his grin broadened "what? your anger or the piss-poor rubbing you call 'dancing'? both are pale and weak, leslie. if you weren't so damn sexy when you are pissed i would have thrown you off ages ago to go find someone with a little skill."

His rump repeatedly slid over the growing lump. “There are nearly a dozen girls that work here.” He said reaching out for the abandoned drink. He popped the cork off the bottle and offered it to the others lips. “If you prefer some one with more skill, I suggest Morgan. She has been turning tricks longer then your cop.” He smirked. “And I remember you said you like teachers.”

it tasted bad and cheap but he took the proffered drink all the same though he kept his eyes on the angled curve of pyce's cheek. he wanted the other to turn so he could see his face. he wanted to see anger and resignation, to see that he had won. "if your morgan has a bigger dick i just might, for now i am bored and i know my room is empty"

He spun quickly knocking the bottle away from the other settling his body on one thigh, glaring at him with cloud colored eyes. “ How many times, do I have to tell you. Whom ever you sleep with is ultimately sleeping with me. You want company in this club you will stay with me.” He pulled the other into a forceful kiss before licking the remaining droplets of liquor off the corner of Ambrosia's mouth.

his fingers stung from the force of the slap and he could see an angry patron making obscene hand gestures in their direction while men in drag sought to clean the mess from the corner of his eye. he turned his eyes back to the man. from this close his lashes were deliciously long and sat beautifully along the ridge of his cheeks. the sight was lost however when the other pulled away just enough to lick what hungry lips had missed and the eyes opened once more. for just the briefest moment he wanted the other to close his eyes again so he could kiss them. realizing what he was thinking he opened his mouth to capture the errant tongue with his teeth

Trapped, with his mouth sucking down the sweet nectar from the others mouth and the light bite preventing his own tongue from escaping, Galvins body. The chattering, and loud abitary music died down as his limbs went airborne, safely nestled in the arms, his own free hand fishing out the key that had been given to him and after two unsuccessful tries, he jabbed the key into the right slot, twisting until the barricade came free. He was carried into the velvet covered room and set on the couch.

he pushed them through the open door and avoiding the low table and other detritus of the room pressing the man into the trashy velvet cushions and covered the limp body with his own. pressing one hand into the curly dark locks he freed the man's mouth and trailed his own down to the fading scar. nipping it lightly he pulled himself off though more reluctantly than he intended. letting his face go bland he demanded for pyce to take a nap and let the other know he would return. he did not expect the hand to take his sleeve. meeting pyce's eyes he found the man sedate but wanting. it made him wish to stay but also to run, from eva it was acceptable, from cirro it was expected, from the man holding on to him so needily? he shivered. "i said i would return and you need the sleep"

The facade of erotic want was fading away but it was replaced with the cold feeling, that had been brought to the surface by the other so many times. It was the gut wrenching truth behind so many Saturday nights. His other hand reached out and tugged the center of Ambrosia's shirt "Then sleep with me." His lips curved into a smile." You did not leave me any blankets.". “Tch, weak.” He assumed the other would pull at away at the very sound of the words but he had gotten his warmth. Their limbs quickly became intertwined, and Galvin succumbed to sheepishly blinking at the phosphorescent stars and listening to the others chest. By the 20th star Galvin was lost in his own world of dreams.

the man slept like the dead in his arms and he was glad enough for it when the manager came in maybe an hour before closing and once more found them embracing. he sneered cruelly as the bastard had the gall to question his motives and accuse pyce of intentionally sleeping on the job. he let the man know he was just as willing to buy the boy directly and no need to keep the manager in on the cut. his words had the effect he desired and with a few mumbled words about creepy perverts and the poor economy was left alone. he didn't let pyce leave until it was time for the man to clock out for the night. he didn't bother asking if the other needed a ride home

It was the best Sunday night Galvin had, had in a long time. It kept his spirits up until around Wednesday and the slump in the middle of the week hit. He was awoken by his nap as his dog sprang forth from his bed growling pouncing on the person that walked through the door. Galvin groggily rolled over and watched his dog slobber on the man in a white jacket.

it really was no good for his health that agamemnon always greeted him so exuberantly. pushing the dog off he fished around for a treat before leaving th dog for the man. "galvin? it is time for your exam, please get up"

He growled rolling away from his pillows and sitting up for the doctor. Both his hands rubbed the sleep away from his face. “Your early.” He protested as his dog came back to his side, bringing his new found guest with him.

he knew what the time was but checked his watch all the same to make sure. "no, i am on time. are you feeling well? let me take your temperature first and you can tell me what your symptoms are"