Galvin brushed the hand aside. “It is called fatigue doc.” He said falling on his bed and hiking up the sleeve so the other could draw some blood. The man had some how become Galvin's confessor as of late as well. “My family is in the middle of an important investigation, and I must shake my ass for Rent money.”

he bit back his first thought reflexively though taking a breath he offered it to the young man as he tore open the packet with the needle. "i have told him to go easier on you. to not demand so much but there is only so much i can do but you are one of the richest young men in the city galvin, your parents will not support you?" gently he pressed the needle in

"Doc, my parents funds come with a price, some of that price is my lovers head. I tried for weeks and you remembered how that turned out." He gestured to his neck. He had no fancy to die. "Do you need to do a rectal exam?"

it made sense though it left a bad taste in his mouth. "love from a parent should not cost anything more than love from a child.....if you don't mind, we have to fix any possible damage from last week or next week it will be my behind not yours"

He was still digesting the words off the good doctor when he heard the snap of latex and felt the cold finger press against his insides. He allowed himself to relax before speaking again. “Are Ambrosia's parent's like that?I have only met Maia and lived to tell the tale.”

"i am afraid i would not know the answer, i am ambrosia's doctor. i have not met mister and missus gargarin but twice, once when the boy caught the mumps and once when he broke his pinkie." finding no damage he pulled away and discarded the gloves. "turn over please." when the man did as he asked he did a brief scan for bruises and found one on galvin's hip, lightly he touched it. "do you feel pain?"

It did not hurt as badly as when he got it so he lied to the doctor telling him it did not hurt at all. He lay there thinking, about anything thing other then the inspection. “What can you tell me about the other siblings?”

he knew he could get fired for his next words but he trusted the other not to tell. "brats all of them, from the oldest to the youngest though i am sure you can tell that without my telling you." finding nothing else to check he stepped back to gather his things. "we are done galvin, would you like me to stay a little longer or would you prefer to rest more?"

Shaking his head, Galvin let his answer fall from his lips. “Would you like to stay for a cup of coffee?... Unless you have other appointments.” He pulled his pants back up latching them to his waist striding to his rarely used kitchen appliance. The small machine had become somewhat popular with him as of late.

he nodded. "if you would let me wash the latex dust from my hands and set my bag somewhere where agamemnon will not try to get in it for more treats i would be delighted to have coffee with you."

There was no safe place from the large dog, however Galvin found one atop his desk near his computer . Galvin prepared two cups of the dark liquid half amused at the doctor trying to fend off his pet. He slid him the mug and offered up sugar and cream to the others liking before bringing his own liquid adrenaline to his lips. “Doc? Does everything we talk about stay between us?”

he expected the question as he had the last time it was asked though the bluntness of it led him to believe he would not like what the other had to say. "of course, like i have said before, as long as it does not hurt ambrosia or his family i am mum." to emphasize he lightly ran a finger over his lips in a mock zipper

He was certainly easier to talk to then most people Galvin knew, the added bonus was being free of charge. A laugh rolled from his lips before he could stop it. His elbows came down to the counter and he peered into the muddy liquid. “I am just tried, I am still slaying bad guys, working and trying to get a degree. Saturday is the only night for me. Was it like this for you growing up?” Though his smile never faded, one hand left the cup and fell to the side of his face.

"not so drastically but for a while. i must be honest in saying a lot of the stress left when i started working for the gargarins, did you know being a doctor actually pays very little? a lot of the money we make comes from pharmaceutical companies. if you pitch pills at unsuspecting people who do not know any better you can pay off your school debts before you are fifty, i didn't want to do that. pills are dangerous and kill thousands every year and telling people it is good for them to eat a little fat now-and-again and ease up on the morning jogs is the quickest way for them to ask to get another doctor." he frowned softly. "i know you don't want to hear it but there is no shame in giving up your apartment, that would at the very least keep you from having to work a second job, you don't need the added stress on your body"

He considered the mans words for a long time, most of the medical advice went in one ear and out the other, but the rest is what brewed in his stomach. “I...” The more he thought about it, the more it sounded like a laundry list of excuses. “No offense, but I do not, … I do not know or trust the Garagins enough to want to live under Ambrosia's thumb. I don't want to continue to live under my parents either. I do not know Ambrosia, and I still do not like the idea of how easily he could kill me when he is jaded with me. I feel like these nights are just a drug addiction, and when he moves on I will be left battling withdrawals and then have nothing. I prefer to have my distance.”

the man's words made him sad and he felt like reaching out to ruffle the other's hair but like all the other displays of affection and humanity he felt over the years he pushed it down and tried instead to comfort with words. "he may not seem like it but ambrosia is very lonely, i do not believe he would discard you so easily as long as you continue to offer him....well frankly, the closest thing to love he knows how to receive. you would have been left behind months ago otherwise not having coffee with his personal doctor discussing whether or not you should move in rent free to the apartment he has provided you"

He surveyed his kingdom, the dust covered things, his bed, the cornering belonging to his dog and wondered how he could explain moving in with a stranger to his parents, more importantly to his brother. Once again his fingers lifted to trail along his neck and he found himself smiling. “I will think on it doc, but for now I prefer being a bad child that lives in a hovel.” He set his empty cup down and abandoned it. “If you don't mind letting yourself out doc, I need to get ready for work.”

nodding he stood. the untouched cup remained on the table as he went to get his things and see himself out. he hoped galvin would make the better choice and not wonder so hard if it was the right one

Come Saturday, Galvin had pushed the conversation with the doctor to the back of his mind. As soon as he entered his apartment he walked in a straight line for his shower, disrobing of all the blood stained clothing by the time he reached his bathroom. By the time he was dressed and at the park, the Maybach was not to be found. He swore under his breath, knowing it was a bad idea to trust the doctor. Taking a deep breath Galvin did not want to let his only free night go to waste. The call of Indian food beckoned him.

he stayed well past his time and the sun which was still high in the sky when he arrived was already just below the horizon but pyce was nowhere to be found. angrily he stood from his bench and stretching made it back to the maybach he was going to throttle the man for standing him up like this

He was checking his bad and walking at the same time. The call of the freshly baked nan was too much for Galvin to resist. His steps slowed, unaware of their pathway across the street, until there was a loud honk and a tire screech and the emblem of a double M graced the side of his pants. He kicked the car.

he was only a few words into his angry spiel when the driver let him know who it was they had nearly run over. angrily he got out of the car

A forceful grab and one tumble later, Galvin was looking up at a familiar car roof. He kicked at the red head for his brutal treatment and lack of patience. “Where were you?”

choco; he growled and grabbed the offending leg. "waiting! for three hours to be precise, you insist on trying my patience galvin pyce and i am growing weary of it." with the leg still in hand he got in the car and closed the door. "if i have to beat manners into you i shall"

poggi; Galvin continued to wiggle his leg as he was pushed further into the back seat of the car. “Then a call does not hurt you. I am human, I have a fucking cell phone.” He swung his other leg at the other, in an effort to free his captured limb.

choco; punting the other leg away with the first he scowled. "i have no cell number to call. you should have been punctual, what could possibly be more important when i have told you several times that saterday is my night"

poggi; A howl ripped from his lips, and he bounced on the hard seat, twisting his captured leg to try and get it free wondering if the other leg was broken. . “No, Saturday, is when I choose to pay Rent you fucker.” Galvin had inadvertently let his guard down around the snake. With his only weapon throbbing in pain, he bent forward grabbing the grip on his leg and attempted to yank himself free.

choco; even with the hands clawing he did not loosen his hold on the other. "you stupid fucker, today is saturday now quit throwing a fit and calm the hell down or i will snap your pretty little ankle in half." to emphasize his point he gave a warning squeeze

Auriolus said: Galvin stilled as a chill danced down his spine and the pressure on his ankle increased. His fingers released the wrist, and his body fell bad until it was flat on the seat. His hands folded over his chest and his gray eyes glared chillingly at the buildings above his head. It was a lovely reminder of the Russian roulette they played. He sat waiting for the loaded chamber to blow against his ankle.

littl3chocobo said: he half expected retaliation and so was not surprised when a fist came up to meet him the moment he let go. he was barely able to grab it and his wrist ached from the impact as he jerked the man over for a heated kiss

Auriolus said: The kiss was unexpected and before Galvins body could be lured into sedation, his teeth came down hard on Ambrosia's lips coating his own with the others hot crimson blood.

littl3chocobo said: h should have known the bastard was going to pull a stunt and his free arm came up to elbow the man away as the other let go in favor of his bleeding mouth. angrily he shifted back to his spot and slouched. "where do you want to eat tonight?"

Auriolus said: The elbow winded him and knocked open one of his homemade stitches. He rolled over, plucking his abandoned Indian food from the foot area of the car and tossed it at the others head before curling up on the other end of the car getting control of his coughing.

littl3chocobo said: he was too pissed ask why the other was coughing up a lung and pushing the greasy bag of what he could only assume was food off of his lap he pressed the button to let the driver know he wanted the doctor to go to the apartment to check out his dripping lip. he paid no more mind to pyce

Auriolus said: When the car rolled to the next light, he pushed himself up and out of the door, tumbling out of the car onto the black top. He stumbled to his feet slamming the door and moving out of incoming traffic to the side walk. With his hand over his wound he walked in the direction the car came from back to his own apartment.

littl3chocobo said: he didn't let the man lead him by the nose this time and telling the driver to keep going he made it to the apartment he kept for pyce and had the doctor look him over. with a few drops of liquid stitches he found himself leaving the empty cold apartment and slinking away to eva's for the night

Auriolus said: It had been a long night, that started with diner and ended up with him sleeping alone in his own bed. The soreness in his body had settled into his muscles when he woke, but it did not stop him from pushing himself out of his bed, unto his shower and along for the rest of his day. It only insured it to be a short one with lots of sleep before work. He was not expecting to have to impress anyone after last nights debacle, and simply wore a pair of mesh shorts and a tank top, informing his boss he simply wanted to serve drinks.

littl3chocobo said: between last night's rejection and the morning's upset over one of their sister companies losing a human resources director and facility manager leaving maia in a rage he nearly did not have the enthusiasm to go watch pyce dance, only his desire for routine kept him from finding willing arms to sooth the mess that was today

Auriolus said: He did not notice anything until his boss brushed past him grumbling about reduced rates. His eyes followed the trail his boss blazed and it led him to a darkened corner, where Morgans flaxen hair shined like the sun. Behind man he spotted red waves. He growled at the audacity of the man but when he arrived at the table his face held nothing more then a mild interest. After setting the drinks down he tucked the tray under his arm, getting dismissive eyes from Morgan. He reached into his boot and plucked a slender metal box from his shoe and tucked it into Ambrosia's breast pocket. “There are 20 dollars in minutes and one person in the contacts. When you want your rent call me.” He paused, looking only into the pools of grey before turning away to go back to tend to more customers.

littl3chocobo said: pushing the blond off he reached into his pocket and opened the phone. checking it he found the number and called it. he saw pyce reach down to answer and realized the other was wearing no underwear. his face grew to a grin. "rent is well overdue" closing the phone he ushered off the blond with a request for liquor, preferably something strong

Auriolus said: He could not tell if he was angry relieved or annoyed. The shit eat all grin, mostly annoyed him but seeing Morgan come back with giant glasses of what appeared to be fruit cocktail. Galvin walked around the table and kissed Ambrosia, gracefully letting his body slide against the other until, his nearly bare bottom rested on Ambrosia's lump. "I did not think you would call so soon."

littl3chocobo said: tugging the other closer by his shirt he nibbled along the man's jaw. "i did not think you were so quick to come back to me." sitting up in his seat he slit one hand down pyce's shorts and the other up his shirt. "yesterday you acted as if i wer-" his words caught in his throat as he felt the edges of a patch and jerking back he tugged up the tanktop. even in the colorful gloom the stark white of the large bandage sat poorly against the other's dark skin. he growled. "what happened?"

Auriolus said: He writhed in the cloth until one of his hands caught the edges of his tank top and pulled it back over his flesh. He swiped away the hands at the insistence." it was nothing" he said. It did not stop Ambrosia from ripping the patch away from his flesh, along with his freshly healing stitches. Mother fucker! One hand went to cover his wound, while the other balled in fist aiming square for Ambrosia's chest.

littl3chocobo said: he took the punch and a second when it was offered but gave the man no more than that before scooping him up into his arms to leave. he offered only a growl and a threat when the manager protested the abduction and left towards the apartment, he only let go of the writhing man once to let the doctor know to be there as quickly as he could manage

Auriolus said: Try as he might, Galvin could not get out of the mans arms. Each time he made a protest it was quelled by a quick already prepared answer. “I do not understand you.” He said giving up his strife and relaxing into the arms. “You sleep with others, you crush my windpipe but one little cut and I am not allowed to work?”

littl3chocobo said: he figured mentioning the 'little cut' was bleeding through his tanktop and ruining the leather seats was pointless. "you are no good to me crippled or dead. the question however is do i really want to know how you managed it or worse..." he trailed off looking down at the dark bloom spreading across the cheap fabric. "who did the shitty stitch job"

“It was a fine stitch job until you ripped the bandage.” He found himself running his fingers along Ambrosia's chin. “Do not worry about me, I am more durable then your other lovers. This is nothing compared to a crushed wind pipe or a broken leg.” His lips curved into a smile. “A missing lower rib. I can not rest until either the other houses have been eliminated or they have converted to your families sense of business. I am close to exposing a human trafficking operation...” He kissed Ambrosia on the cheek. “It is just, working in the sunlight tends to leave me exposed more.”

he knew the words were fruitless but felt compelled to say them all the same "then take a break, let someone else do it, i don't want you to bleed for something you don't believe in to please assholes who don't care if you die"

He blinked, and his mouth gaped. The tapestry of their relation ship, had suddenly gotten confusing for Galvin. “This sounds stupid, but I wasn't... I wasn't aware that you cared about me outside of our arrangement. I thought as long as I appeared on good standing on Saturday it would not matter what I did the other days.” Galvin found himself shifting in the others grasp. “Are you one of those people who will care if I die?”

he felt an unaccustomed warmth in his face and looked away. "of course not, you can do whatever the hell you want, i don't care"

There was an unexpected twinge as the other looked away. “I see.” He reached up and kissed Ambrosia. “Then I prefer it if you killed me.” He said in a low whisper.

still not looking he curled his lip in a sneer and moving his pointer finger up until it rested against the man's temple and curled his fingers into a gun. "bang....you are dead galvin pyce, don't ask for stupid things"

The knots in his gut tightened. It was not what he expected, but it reaffirmed his Ganymede like status with the Garagin. He pulled the hand away from his head “Bite me you bastard.” He said sardonically before rolling further into Ambrosia's chest wrapping the other arm around himself. It was warmer there.

the words sounded far away even though pyce was so close and his lips twitched against his wishes though his thoughts were far from kisses. "i said stop asking for stupid things." gently he pressed his face into the dark neck ad offered a quick nip. he could hear the sharp intake of breath and fingers that cupped now grasped tightly. he offered a tentative lick, "tell me when to stop"

He exhaled with more need then he intended. His body writhed in the hold, unable to deny its addiction. The low tones worked wonders on his mind. Galvin forgot about the wound in favor of the pulse betwixt his thighs. He urged the other to continue by gently nudging his body upwards meeting the lowered lips.

he could taste the other's lust clearly like a spice even without it pressed against him and it nearly moved him to deepen the cut, only the wet against his stomach kept him in check. as a consolation he moved his hand back down though this time it was not a cheek he rubbed his fingers against

His body moved fluidly against the fingers grazing along the thin barrier against his bare skin. His exhaling breath came out shakily, as he untangled his fingers from the cloth it clung to, to reach around the others neck and pull his lips were they deserved to be. He drew in Ambrosias breath, sucking on the tongue often taunted his flesh.

he obliged the other with kisses and pets until they were to the apartment and wrapping his arms around the other he pulled them both free to go inside and wait for the doctor to arive

Being held, lulled the tired man into a light slumber until his shirt was sliced away from his skin, and the antiseptic was applied. Galvin had nearly forgotten the doctor was here to help, and stilled his hand before it connected. Looking around he realized he was still in Ambrosia's grasp, being held up so the doctor could easily apply the stitches. He looked up at the man bewildered. “What time is it?”