he barked a laugh, "you know the exact right words to make me want to kick your ass pyce, roll over, and i will see what i can do about your happy ending when i am done

He woke up and the room smelled of perfume, food and sounded of typing. Galvin looked over at the mans thigh who was setting beside him. He turned again to the large windows just outside of the room and felt a little lost. "What time is it?" He said groggily moving to relieve himself.

when pyce wok he started closing down all but the tab and document for work and as pyce stood to go take a piss he locked the laptop and put it on the floor. "late, you slept an entire day away you lazy bastard, like a cat in a window." he smirked even though the other was not there to see. "that was my first time, i am surprised it was so effective"

Shaking his head he turned on the shower for a quick wash. His muscles loved the hot water and it amplified the lingering feeling of Ambrosia's fingers. He came back out feeling fresh and hungry. “If you ever want to stop...” he gestured at the computer.” Doing that, you have a great career as a masseuse brewing.” He lay back down in his spot.

he rolled his eyes as pyce came back. "i work two days a week and make ten times what i would make at any massage parlor, i think i will keep my current job.... besides, i thought you did not like when i touch strangers, you always must insert yourself in between. that is bad for business pyce""

Galvin snorted. "If I did not like it I would have stopped you from touching the other dancer." He tucked his arms under his head. "Fair is fair. I thought the deal was we touched as much as we want on Saturdays and the rest of the week we were strangers." With out realizing it he had crept closer to Ambrosia. "Though I am fine with friday and sunday too."

sighing softly he twisted to reach pyce's navel and graced it with the softest of kisses, "there was a boy in white, he was beautiful even in the blacklight, barely drinking age if he was in by honest means...." breathing deeply he offered another kiss, "what was that if not jealousy? i would have fucked him you know.....would it upset you if i did? would you wish it were you?" moving farther he graced the man's soft underbelly with another kiss. "i cannot tell if you are jaded or a liar galvin pyce.... i would kill that boy if he looked at you that way, i would kill anyone who looked at you with such shamed and secret desire." he shivered though it was not cold. "i want to be loved galvin pyce, i want to be filled with heat and fear and want and to see something i cannot have....god i want to be that boy and to take what i want, to push that man to the floor and take him in front of his lover, in front of the whole world just because i wanted to!" he had not realized his voice had risen with the last few words or knew when he had begun to shake. jerkily he pulled from the man and without daring to look rose from the bed. he ignored the soreness in his body from the stranger he didn't really want from a restaurant he had already forgotten the name of. "i am a sick fuck pyce, i would fuck myself to spite you because i can't......because... i don't even know...fuck"

It was not the lingering ghostly feeling of the touch over his navel, that made Galvin tremble. The weight of the words had sank in deep chilling his bones. All of his thoughts became scattered effervescent bubbles. But what of Cirro and Eva? And I thought we just wanted to fuck! try... you... me...Fuck...fuck The mentally shouted words did not push past his closed lips each dying away as quickly as they frantically came. Clenched hands unfurled along the blankets smoothing out the lines of confusion with it. He wanted to be fucked if it meant not being alone. If being fucked meant waking up each morning to waves of red and a condensing smug smile. Galvin rose from the bed letting the wet fabric fall from is thighs. He walked over to the man. Twisting the firm jaw he made the man look into his eyes. “I want you. I understand the price” He kissed the man unlike he had never kissed him before. He pulled on the man letting gravity relocate their bodies to the plush carpet below them. “And I will pay a thousand times.” this time, Galvin did not let the mans lips go until he had stolen all of his breath and his silky thighs were running along Ambrosia's slacks. “Bite me..”He said in place of the words he could never speak.

it angered him that pyce would wordlessly offer him the very thing he demanded and follow it up with a price he did not want to pay. "i told you i would not!"when all he received was a retort that the money was gone regardless he closed his mouth and frowning pressed their faces together. "do you love me?"

He wanted to laugh at the foolishness of the demand but did not. Instead he closed the small space between them as he spoke. "More then you will allow Ambrosia Gargain."

more than just being what he wanted to hear, the man's words exactly what he needed to hear as well. nicking the inside of his cheek he could taste coppery blood and offering no hesitation leaned in to trade one form of devotion for another

The rules were never the same with this man, Galvin realized this as he arched into Ambrosia, feeling the deep drain for the 3rd time in his life. The bite, the sex, it was all an addiction that Galvin did not want to stop. He could forgive the mans infidelities if it meant he would never be alone. He feel asleep exhausted to his bones, and was surprised when the digital clock told him he had only been asleep for two hours.

as soon as he stepped through the door the damn french doctor was fired. the man was asleep in his chair and pyce was awake, or at least had his eyes open finally, he stepped over. "i am glad you are awake galvin, you have been unconscious since yesterday... i was growing worried"

His eyes contorted in confusion and glanced at the clock again, then his brows rose slightly. He pushed himself off the bed, as his body regained function. Both his stomach and his bladder called to him simultaneously. He smiled reaching out to pull the red head down for a kiss. “I am fine, unless I am still dreaming.”

he was pleased with the kiss though he did not allow the other to pull him back into the bed. instead he hefted pyce to his feet, "you are not allowed to piss the bed galvin, i do not care how tired you are"

Before Galvin could say anything about his bladder, he was pulled to his feet. He laughed off the eery feeling since the man was right. Soon his thighs, hips and leg muscles were protesting movement at all and his hand clenched around Ambrosia's bicep to keep from falling. It was a delightful reminder of the previous nights activities. “Tired has now become an understatement.” he said testing his legs again and fighting against the various throbbing spots of pain.

rolling his eyes he let go of the man just long enough to pick him up and rest him half-way onto his hip, "don't get used to being carried, your fat ass is too heavy for it"

He was not used to Ambrosia on gentle cycle. He helped him to the toilet and then to the shower. The man caressed every part of his body with a cloth and the warm ministrations nearly put him back into his coma sleep. For each gentle touch he returned it with a kiss. His own aches denied him what he wanted the most. For now he simply wanted to be fed and held. Galvin wrapped sopping wet body around Ambrosia hoping he would receive just that.

he was grateful he had time to adjust to the alien feel of pyce in the corner of his mind, he would have been overwhelmed otherwise with the loud pressing din that was nearly as pertinent as his own mental voice. carrying the sopping man back to the bed he disentangled himself to have room-service bring up food. idly he wondered if pyce could hear him too or if this was something only he could feel when they touched

Galvin was ravenous, and only his current weakness and the gaze of Ambrosia kept him from reverting to a primal state where he simply used his hands to shovel as much food as he possibly could into his mouth. At least when he was not so hungry he cut a piece of the stake, twisting it in his fingers until it was dripping in sauce and offered it to the others mouth. “Thank you.” He said with a small smile on his lips.

he grinned lightly, "for what? the most fashionable incurable disease on the market today or fucking you into a twenty-four-hour coma?"

It didn't matter what the other said, when the boy could read it as snark, his body automatically took over. He stuffed the offered piece of meat into he others mouth, twisting the rue off his fingers along with it and down the side of the corner of Ambrosias lips. Pushing himself forward he sucked on the mouth were the mess was made. “You would like my dreams, they were of you.” He could not help but be cheesy. “Of you and I on the beach.” Even as it came out of his mouth, Galvin knew it was cheesy.

twisting his face so the other could reach he found a thigh, "i did not think you could dream unconscious.... what were we doing on that beach?"

Idly he reached out and picked up another cube of his steak and pushed it into the waiting mouth. His eyes meet the others but soon his fled. He toyed with the idea of a joke but the truth came tumbling out of his mouth. “I had a dream, that I was sitting on a beach, and you were made of sand, the ocean was the color of wine. You broke free from the sand and in your spot crawled out spiders made of bones and a doll...”He did not realize he was shaking. “There is more involving my brother, a wedding and us drowning in the ocean and pearl bubbles....” He stopped “I have had better dreams.” He said sleepily. “One were you were my courtesan. I told myself we were not allowed to eat Indian and have sex again because it gives me strange dreams yet here we are.” He smiled and could not help but fall on to the mans chest. He was tired, even after having slept for so long.

he didn't understand the odd rush of words but they made him feel strange and unhappy and so he said nothing to them. feeling pyce sag against him he laid the other back down. "go to sleep and tomorrow we will go to the beach, no spiders"

Galvin swallowed and rested fighting the pull into the mans arms. "Ambrosia... I do not want to have another bad dream." He twisted his head kissing the others chin. "Not for another night. Please stay with me."

he thought to deny the man but all he could think of was eva and the projected feelings and how tired he felt when he touched pyce, nodding he crawled in after the other and shoving the partially eaten meal to the side pulled the man against him. "only tonight"

He was already swimming by the time their bodies hit the cushions. Galvin closed his eyes and found himself staring a fake phosphorescent stars. The space was tiny and cluttered with memorabilia from an all too brief child hood. He trek past the valley of forgotten toys following the repetitive sound of a soft piano playing in the house. Timid hands pushed many doors in an effort to find the source of the music, and when he found it, the door gave way to a large dance studio much like the one in his parents summer home. Half of the room was bathed in sunlight. The other the familiar mirrors that graced a studio room.

The sotto affettuoso called his feet to move across the wood floor. It had been so long since he moved with the true grace of a dancer that he found himself stumbling at the slightest pirouette. Each time he failed his parents voices evaded the room, chasing away the sweet lulling tune of the piano. Chastising phrases echoed through out the room, pegging him as indulgent, the second one and eventually the banter turned into chortles and non recognition. Galvin had fallen once more exhausted in the center of the room.

A breeze lifted the veil of curtains, thrusting them to the side allowing Galvin a glimpse at the player. He saw nothing but cascading curls of rose colored locks. Picking himself up he moved closer to the ebony baby grand. Galvin noticed he did not stop playing, and when Ambrosia looked up that same smug smile had fixed itself permanently on his face. Out of anger Galvin did not hit the man, instead the struck a cord, the C note in the center of the bed of keys. It crashed through the room like a deafening thunder. When string stop ringing and the room was left in silence Galvin took a seat beside Ambrosia. He laid one and over the others stilled fingers, noting with amusement how much they were like the piano. They were the mixture of black and white keys that while could create something harmonious and beautiful, could also create discord. His chest felt like it was being punched. Galvin turned blinking into the others red eyes. “I want to tell you I will never be able to kill you. That I care for you, and that Saturday is the only night that I find myself living for.” he reached up and pushed aside a curl noticing his arm was cloaked in mesh. “I am jealous of Cirro and Eva...” His voice was barely above a whisper yet it seemed louder than scream. “I love you....”He kissed the porcelain freckled man but all of that is more then you will allow.” Galvins voice had fallen back into a soft whisper.

he woke with a start and taking a deep breath tried to relax. already the details were fading to a missed chord and a handful of keys under mesh-covered hands. freeing himself from the tangle he left the bed for something to drink

Galvin rolled over momentarily threatening to come away from his sleep but he did not. He curled into the spot where the others body used to be.

he felt better after a shower and was on the phone finalizing the last part of the club's new look with the decorating contractor when pyce woke again. finishing the transaction he ended the call to lay with the man. "you have slept away most of our vacation, you owe me beach time"

An idle hand pushed at the pale body. "You should not aim to fuck my brains out, they make the rest of my body function." He say laying with a smile. Shaking his head he pushed himself off the blankets. "Lets go then."

shaking his head he did not follow, "i called up the doctor, he will be here any time now to make sure the french bastard who was supposed to watch you didn't make you worse, we will go afterwards"

Galvin opened his mouth to object, but he simply smiled. The doctor had become one of his closes confidants. He couldn't help but feel a little bad from their last encounter. “ You do not care that he might have been doing something with his family? I am sure there are other doctors in France?”

he frowned at that. "he can send his kids to collage and keep his wife drowning in nice things. he can come do his job, we are on vacation he is not"

He walked over to the bed. His eyes rose and fell as he moved settling down at the others side. Galvin was not looking to start an argument but his pure curiosity led him to ask. "Why is it that you show no human compassion? Where did this mind set come from that the world revolves around a dollar?" He shifted running his finger over the curve of Ambrosias back

his face fell flat though he did not strike out, he understood the other meant nothing by it. "why do you seem to have so much pity for those who deserve none? what made you think the world is not ruled by money and those with money?

He laughed. "If I use you as an example?" The man simply snorted out a laugh. "No, I am serious. I have never seen you do something out of compassion, unless it is nearly murdering me for mentioning them." he found himself falling on the side of Ambrosia. Idly he started to knead his hands into the mans shoulder blades. "I have seen you solve most of your problems with money, buying me a new job, a new apartment. I am sure you would buy me from my parents if you could. You dance for your Maia's money. ... Your family owns one third of the industrial world. There are those that deserve it. I have yet to see you share it." He wanted to say that he did not deserve the money. But he loved and relished the attention the other gave him.

the touch felt nice and he wondered if it was that the man could read his desires or if he just knew him well enough to guess. "i thought you were trying to defend charity and samaritanism"

His hands slid over the mounds and he leaned forward kissing between the blades. "It is a double edge sword. It is hard deciding who deserves it. Though I have only seen you use your money for your own use. I can not put up a good fight when I am soiled myself." He was grinning as his hands moved to the sensitive sides. Tenderly he touched the muscles avoiding making the other laugh.