He twisted lazily looking at the man. Every movement he made seemed amplified from his foot steps across the floor to the metal springs that bent under his weight. Galvin rolled over and studied the form in his bed. Killing this creature still seemed like a good idea, but now he wanted sleep. He rolled until he could weave his limbs into the others and closed his eyes.

the roar intensified when the man clamped onto his back though it was ten seconds of bliss in comparison when the man's alarm went off like a ten pound bell going down a shaft of metal scrap in his ears

The alarm, the barking and something else. Galvin grunted rolling away from his comfort. He knocked his alarm off his bed stand letting it shatter on the floor. This time he realized he was already dressed. He ran his hand over his face. His clock told him he had at least an hour before he had to open the club. He moved reflexively to his routine.

with both pyce and the damn alarmclock out of his head his own hangover became much more bearable and waiting for pyce to leave found his own shoes and left

He felt something was a miss but did not think twice as he came home feed himself and his dog, and went for a shower. By the time the doors of the club opened his hangover had lessened with the ad of Tylenol. He hid away in his office making up an application for a new bar tender and a poster for good biting habits.

he was surprized when halfway home the driver made an unusual turn and he found himself heading for maia's but it wore off quickly and he resigned himself to getting pissed on for missing three weekends in a row

The customers seemed content with the low brow offerings of beer and wine since there was no one available to make mix drinks. After making rounds and making sure every thing was up to par, Galvin retreated to his office. He sank into his seat and let his head fall into the fold of his arm.

he knew he was exceptionally late but between misguided coos from granny and traffic that decided to punish him for wanting a toothbrush and fresh pants he could not manage better and slinking in found a seat before the one he recalled to be morgan told him pyce was in the back. when he made it he found the man sleeping and raising a brow told him to wake the hell up

Galvin moved with sluggish reflexes. They were quick enough for him to move from his position to grab the others lapels and pull him over the desk, but the man could have avoided it if he was expecting it. "Don't yell." He growled in a soft tone. He closed his eyes feeling the constant metronome against his head. He let the man go and moved to fix his hair back in place. "We had a talk about safe biting so every one is aware of the changes to the clubs rules."

the reaction was more than a bit much but he was in too good of a mood to argue it. "maia has taken me back, i am back in the will and can compete for the money"

Galvin raised his eyebrow. For the life of him he could not think of anything petty to say and for some reason felt happy. He kept his face contained despite his feelings. He simply nodded walking around the barrier that separated him from Ambrosia. "What made her change her mind?"

he gave a silky chuckle, "she thinks i am bribing you with this place in return for your cooperation"

His anger flared but he could say nothing. Nothing about the woman that was pretty much a modern Queen Victoria, and nothing useful that would not infuriate Ambrosia. He turned away walking towards the door to turn its lock. He did not want a petty catfight to interrupt them. "That is good, I suppose this means sundays you will be busy again."

he had not thought of what that meant. the pleasant mood was dampened by the reality of it but not lost. "i will come after my lunches do not worry, i am back in the game but i am not the golden favorite anymore, i will have to go"

Galvin found himself smiling. "There is always Sunday if you still pay for it." He could not help himself. He was drawn across the room and into Ambrosia's personal space. His old addiction baited him, and though he knew its off limits he kissed Ambrosia. He ventured to let his tongue roam around the mans mouth, tasting all that he missed. Galvin found himself anticipating the moment when the other would push him away.

he remained unmoved by the mouth that invaded and gave no response though it seemed to make no difference as pyce climbed up on him wrapping jean clad legs over his waist in a painfully familiar way. he all but shivered as the man's desire came to him clearly through the contact they shared. ".....what, what will this cost me?"

Galvin breathed in deeply. He did not care to think of a price given how badly he wanted this. "Its on the house." He said kissing the other again, twisting his legs tighter, and meshing their bodies together.

he did not stop to question the price as his libido and pyce's reminded him of what he had been missing for the last week

His body was swung around and landed on the cold wood slathered in paper work. Galvin hungrily kissed Ambrosia, only letting their lips part when one of them needed air. Shaky fingers began to ball the fabric of Ambrosia's shirt until it came loose from his slacks, exposing more of the pale flesh. He kicked until the slacks gave way while his own pants were roughly tugged from his body exposing the mans prize. A week with out relations left him unguarded. He cried blissfully into the others lips curling his claws into the others shirt.

almost two days without companionship made him rough and a week without pyce under him made him cruel but the man under him seemed thrilled with the abuses and forgetting his upset he found the man's soft neck and let him know how he felt

Ambrosia had buried himself deep enough to hit a particular spot each time. His body writhed under the nibbles that sucked his flesh raw. He buried his head into Ambrosia's shoulder trying not to betray their deed with his mouth.

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The heaving chest and tried limbs lay mingled together, until Galvin felt the other rise from his spot. He was pulled from his half daze on the ground. Almost immediately his limbs protested the movement but the other mentioned something about a room and bed and Galvin dumbly nodded. With the others arm around his waist he walked to the last room that was with out glass viewing walls. It was the room shared by he and Ambrosia when the old manager wanted to suck the mans wallet dry. He lead the other inside. Where there was once a horrible 70s love den décor, now had something sensible including a mini bar and a plush couch that could accommodate both bodies comfortably. He pushed the other down and climbed on top of him. He was not sure he could go another round with out needing the doctor. He missed his intended kiss entirely resting his head on the rising and falling pecks instead and with out warning drifted into sleep.

he managed a short nap before one of pyce's girls, morgan he blearily noted, let him know they needed someone to appease a customer. not even bothering with clothes he rose and only stopping long enough to wipe of his torso with the man's shirt went to go see what the problem was

Morgan turned to wake up Galvin but thought better of it. He wanted to show. He followed behind Dick with his arms crossed amused that the man was about to defuse a situation with out his pants. With out question the red head had a familiar air about him but Morgan could not place it. He did understand, along with many of the other boys, understood why Leslie wanted to keep the man to himself.

it wasn't even a real problem. grabbing the angry drunk by the back of the neck he appiled just enough pressure to calm the man down and see him out the door. with a shake of his head he turned around to see several customers and the girls all staring. "is that all? good, now leave me the fuck alone." saying no more he went to find his slacks then go back to sleep

By the time he resurfaced from his deep slumber the soreness at settled in. Galvin felt as if he had just been hit by a truck and stumbled off the sofa as proof. He paused long enough to find the blanket he hid in the room and tucked Ambrosia in before stumbling back to his shamble of an office to complete the nights paper work.

when he woke again it was with pyce on top instead of bottom and with a blanket over them both. realizing he would get no better opportunity to hold the man who broke his heart he pulled the other into his arms and played as one asleep

It was subtle but in his sleep he could hear the increase in the mans heart beat as his head lay against the rising and falling chest. He did not recall if he said anything but was simply giving sarcastic sass and a command to fall back asleep. He mostly obeyed with one small reservation. He pressed his lips against the others chest and whispered a barely audible sweet dreams.

the next two and a half days oscillated between moving very quickly and dragging on and he found himself anticipating wednesday though he knew he shouldn't. he blamed a weakness in his character for the neediness he felt but it did nothing to change the fact that he was still going

Of all the exams he had to go through this one was by far the most embarrassing. It seemed that everything was going to be condensed into Wednesday. It was not having the doctors hand up his rump that was different, it was having his coworkers traverse into his office in the name of getting new costumes, flirt with Dick, or try to, and then leave with school girlish smiles on their faces. Despite his face, Galvin could feel the man was being smug and some what pleased. Freulmn however was not. He pulled away from Galvin and stripped his hands of his plastic coverings before speaking to him. Galvin sank into his office chair and was told he was told his insides were agitated and sore. He handed Galvin some pills and told him to be wary. As the man was talking to him, Galvin watched yet another person swoon over Dick. It was not so easy to ignore as a belly dancing whore. His face fringed disinterest but his heart burned with anger at the sight of the whores.

he was not going to lie, each time he returned a coy smile or a passing touch it was to anger pyce. he did not approve of the man's double standards or need to watch him as if they were still in a relationship. when the doctor finished his exam and all of pyce's attention was on him he decided the next girl to come in would get a particularly nice surprise

Yet another worker came in for their new uniform and Galvin could not help but watch from the corners of his eyes. They were given a smile, that was soon broaden by small doses of witty banter. He watched Ambrosia reach his fingers out gracing the workers forehead before nimbly sliding his fingers down to the persons shoulders. His hands disappeared behind the workers back. He had seen enough to get the idea when the other added the cherry on top. He watched the 'girls' squeal turn into a moan as she was dipped and kissed slowly and sensually. Galvin balled his fingers into a fist and rose from the desk. Before leaving the room he spoke. “Make sure you remember to practice safe sex.” He said wanting nothing more then to run but instead found himself making rounds to check on customers ultimately ending at the Bar with the new tender.

grinning happily he thanked the girl for his cooperation and letting him go while still beaming sauntered out to go find galvin

Felt the other looming near by and took a deep breath before speaking. "Finished already? I thought you had more stamina then that." Ambrosia did not miss a beat with his reply. "it's more fun with an audience.” He did not turn around to see the smirk on the mans lips. "Then move to the glass room, isn't that why it was installed?" "if you insist" Galvin turned in time to see Ambrosia pull a giggling brown haired worker away from the bar and into his arms. He jumped away from the bar, grabbing the other by the shoulder before he could go any farther."Listen Dick Do not assume you can just come in here as you please and soil each one of these 'girls'." In the weeks he had come to work here, the small collection of girls had become some what likable to him. He had seen what this man did to people, and while he did not mind their amorous idyllic dreams, but Galvin could not stand by and let the man ravish them for his own amusement. "and what pray-tell are yougoing to do about it?...If they are willing?" Galvin looked from the person to Ambrosia. His blood ran cold as he let his fingers slide from the mans shoulder. A deep disgust rose from his bowls for this man. This man whom he thought he loved. He blinked glad to be dispelled of his naive illusions. Ambrosia would love nothing more then his money and the pleasure it brought him. His anger had tipped the scale into loathing and the grey eyes hardened into a glare. “Then as a preferred customer, you will receive 60% off your first hour in the room of your choice and 50% off for each consecutive hour. For each new body that you bring into the room an additional rate will be applied and your tab will be ran through your credit card a week before the end of each month.” He turned on his heels and walked away before the other could add any more witty banter. Galvin left instructions for Ambrosia's tab with Morgan and told him he would be back in time to finish the night out.

he waited until pyce was gone before letting the girl go and letting him know to charge him for three and a tip. he did not feel like sex tonight

Galvin returned, and once he saw the books he demolished the rest of the wooden desk kicking its timbers into submission. He drudged through the following days. The cold that had built up, had not eased off his heart by Saturday. It was the one day he used to look forward to in the week and now it arrived, Galvin felt like the titanic. He made his way to the park early sitting in the spot that usually was occupied by the other.

he had spent the day with cirro which had done wonders for his nerves but by the time he was in the parking-lot of the park his stomach was tied back into the angry knot it had spent all week cultivating. walking to his spot he found pyce already waiting and the dog nowhere to be found, he thought of offering a snarky remark but the man's face showed him to be in sour enough of a mood to render the quip unnecessary and getting pyce's attention with a snap of his fingers he led the other back to the maybach