it did not take a genius to figure he had gone too far though he felt no regrets and stayed silent even when pyce came back though by then the fun was gone from it and he was simply waiting so they could have their desserts and go

He was not in the mood for something sugary and asked that his be brought to him in a box and simply sipped from his glass as the waiter brought a slice of tres leeche for Ambrosia.

pyce did not eat for once and so he did not bother to offer the man the same curtsey and waved the waiter down for the check. mutely he paid for the meal and stood. if pyce wanted to follow he could but he was not going to pander to a bitch tonight

He rose realizing this would be the last time he saw the man before he returned briefly he wondered where he w as going but then realized the man had all his luxuries returned to him and there was no longer a need to ride in the same car. It dawned on him this might be the last time he would see the man in a while so he briskly caught up with him and gave him a chase kiss on the side of his neck. "Good luck and if your plans fail, I will do my best to give you everything you deserve." He turned finding the infamous maybach parked outside upon their exit. He gave the valet his number for his own car and waited.

most of his anger was lost at the kiss and well-wishing and sulkily he turned, "i will not need to be there for a while yet, i think i will ride with you and stay at the apartment for a while"

Surprised he looked at Ambrosia with a raised brow. Briefly he wondered if he should question the decision. A grin crossed his lips. He walked around the car and opened the door for Ambrosia before getting in on the drivers side. Once they were cloaked in darkness he leaned across and found Ambrosia's lips again.

the drive back was about the same as the drive to the restaurant only with the added bonus of expectation. was not disappointed however when as soon as they were parked and up to the apartment pyce let him know just how he felt

They did not make it past the door way before falling on to the hard floor. Intertwining limbs and hard lustful sounds soon filled the apartment as their bodies steadily provided a thump. He was delighted with the grunts his lover gave him beneath him and took extra vains to make his normally unyielding lover spill over on to his chest. The only thing that interrupted them was the the vibration of the phone against the wood floor. Galvin kissed the sweaty chest greedily. "Ambrosia, I think our obligations are calling." He said.

he was well aware though he had no intention of heeding the call and grabbed the other by the waist, "you think that i care? you are not done here galvin pyce, you have obligations under you as well as ahead"

He didn't think it was possible to do a reverse cowboy but some how he was drawn into the thighs and urged onwards with his movements. Galvin emptied himself into his lover, kissing and tangled in the sweaty flesh. It didn't save them from a rather heavy handed knock and a gruff voice calling for Ambrosia

the timing was quite impeccable with the knock coming only seconds after pyce and he offered the door a tired look before bellowing out a request for a little more time. he was certain they could hear what he and pyce had been doing and so hoped he'd be given a little time to clean himself up

There was shuffling outside and then nothing. Galvin assumed Ambrosias request had been granted. He kissed the man trying not to go through his usual antics to get the man to stay. "Give the old lady hell." He whispered walking with Ambrosia to the bed room. Instead of going to shower with him he fell into the bed setting his alarm for two hours.

nodding he let pyce continue on as he went to shower. other than his shirt nothing was ruined and so when he got out he only took one of pyce's shirts and picked the rest of the now rumpled suit up off of the floor. he would worry about the rest later

His family vacation had extended its self a week as his family rid the world of yet another vampire cartel. There was no reception in the middle of South America and as soon they reached U.S air ways he left a discrete message to Ambroisa. He found his way back to an empty apartment saddened there was not a heavy dog to greet him. It felt lonely crossing the room disrobing of all his heavy gear and sliding between the comforters, falling into a heavy sleep.

he was in a meeting when he received the message and so was not able to get there right away but made up for the three hour delay by bringing meaty greasy, spice-doused takeout. finding the door unlocked he slipped inside and headed fr the bed where he was sure the other would be waiting

His dream started to turn exotic, filling with the taste of Indian. Soft touches roused him out of his sleep, and slowly he realized he was pinned under another body. The well placed kisses drew pleasurable sounds from his body. He was given two courtesy fingers that jolted him out of his doze. Opening his eyes wide he saw the shit eating grin, before the ruby lips found their way down to the curve of his neck teasing his flesh with small nibbles. He was left squirming and panting in the mans arms as he was slowly penetrated and their wild dance commenced.

five times with a break after the first two to eat and clean them both up and out and he was exhausted. contentedly he kissed the damp neck as pyce lazily fished another bite of naan from it's sauce-bath and when the morsel was close enough pulled it from slick fingers to eat himself, "galvin.....i did miss you"

Drained, drenched in sweat and being finger feed chunks of yellowed chicken. Galvin lay plastered to Ambrosia sucking his two fingers clean of the curried sauce. He grinned lazily. "I missed you too..." He said bringing the lips to his once more he pulled back far enough to speak into the others ear. "But that will not keep you from buying me a new bed and couch." He said looking at the destruction in his apartment.

lazily he offered a half shrug, "you have a perfectly fine bed at the other apartment and if the television knows what is what then some bleach will fix your couch fine. you are spoiled for furniture to be fucked on""

He laughed "More furniture just means more ways and different ways." He said twisting his head so his lips fell on Ambrosia's neck. Galvin peeled himself away from the embrace, testing his tired limbs. He wobbled a few steps unsure until the stiffness in his body subsided. He sauntered his way over to the bathroom to clean himself.

he would have laid there happily but between the though of being covered in grease and jizz and the thought of cornering the other in the shower he was sold on getting up and offering a lazy stretch followed behind the other

He welcomed the warm hands easily falling into the lustful trap set by Ambrosia. By the end of the bath he found himself curled on top of the pale man, too tired to dislodge his limbs as a trail of their fluids swirled down the drain. There was no command left in him except sleep and he found his pillow in the nook of Ambrosia's shoulder.

it was a trial getting them both to bed when the water finally ran cold though he was able to manage it and mindless of the shower that still ran in the other room and the wet trail on the floor he curled close under the rumpled blankets with the sleeping pyce

He released the beast into his home, closing the door behind him. The further he rolled into the apartment the more he wished he had choosen a different day. The place smelled of spices and sin. Agamemnon immedately made his way into the bed and plopped, much to his amusement between the two bodies. He wheeled through the kitchen as a string of grunts and curses filled the air. True to his nature an exhausted Pyce slept through anything however it seemed his guest, the one he was informed his brother loved, was trying in vain to push the heavy beast off the bed. He rolled over to the kitchen pulling a bag of groceries from the tray under his wheel chair and found a spot for them. Trent whistled for the dog. It seemed reluctant to obey after finding its master. Secretly pissing the Garagin off amused him so he tried no more.

his good dream was ruined by the damn dog trying to crush him in an effort to get to pyce and despite his efforts would not be moved. angrily he decided to get up and find out who the hell had let it in to begin with. as he headed for the origin of th only other sound he grew suspicious that it was not one of his people. he was proven right as he found himself looking down at the damn cripple, "you bastard, what the fuck are you doing here?"

(he is naked and rumpled and prolly bruising in places XD)

This was twice he had seen the pale red head with out clothing though he could not help but keep the smirk on his face. His chair swiveled over so that he could face he man. "I am refilling my brothers house with actual food since a real person can not live off fast food alone." He closed his eyes turning back to his task. "Look I wont throw a dagger at you if you can put your gun under a towel please. I am sure you know where they are."

the anger turned to smugness with a haste and crossing his arms he remained where he was, "don't worry, it isn't loaded. i spent all night and half the morning shooting your baby brother and there isn't anything left in the barrel"

"Shame, sounds like your gun didn't have many bullets." He said pulling a heavy carton of milk out of his way. With out even opening it he could tell it had turned into cheese. "But I can't take you serious if you want to parade around compensating for something. If you don't want a towel there are robes."

rolling his eyes he complied and went to find pants, "i can't compensate if you can see what i have though for later when you are trying to sleep, five times, and we fucked where you are sitting right now against the fridge"

He was glad the man left other wise he would have pelted the milk-cheese at the man. He was trying. "Look. My brother asked me to try and get along with you, but to me your still and an ass and an asshole. I will be there to stab you when you fuck up but for now, I don't give a rat ass for details so long as you are taking care of him."

he offered a shrug even thought the chaired man could not possibly see. bending over he found his pants and slipped them on, "and because you are a pyce and pyce seems to think blood means something i have not rescued him from the bullshit insanity of you damn people. trust me, i should get a knife because letting him stay here is not taking care of him"

He growled nearly slamming the eggs on the rack in where he was placing them. "Why so you can continue to invade his life making him your private booty call? Fuck him until l hes a paraplegic?" He should have stopped himself but the man made him feel bitter and it was not just his legs that made him this way. "You Garagrins are all spoiled brats, if you can't buy it destroy it. If its not useful throw it away." He shut the door and rolled over to the computer desk placing some of Galvins mail there before moving on to the dog cage.

he heard the threat in it but ignored it in favor of sharing his own angers, "and you pyces are all monsters, if it is yours it can be used and abused until there is nothing left inside and even then you'd keep the corpse and make that do your sick works until it stopped moving. better he have a spoiled keeper than a demented one, at least a garagrin would not force him into a slow suicide"

That caused the man to laugh. "You fucking hypocrite. You are worried about what happens to his body and yet you recklessly use it?" He said gesturing to the carnage around the room. "You Garagrins are just worried about your things, and it only concerns you when it ruins your cash flow."

he would have denied it but barring himself and even then only just, it was how his family operated. he offered the other a glare, "so would you rather be the pot or the kettle this time? either way i am done here, goodbye cripple-pyce. don't forget to lock up when you leave." sparing his pride another hit he lazily sauntered off before the man could reply and going to pyce's other side forced himself onto the strip of bed that was unoccupied and wrapped his arms around the other. he did not know who lost the fight though he did know either way he was the one with the prize

When he woke again, he found that his home smelled faintly of bleach and that his dog was resting on his lap. Seeing Ambrosia look so snug, he picked up his phone getting an image before silently sneaking out of the bed. Inspecting his apartment he easily found the sources of bleach, and though nothing on the floor was scrubbed the apartment was clean enough. Galvin also found food and started cooking breakfast with no real idea of the time.

the smell of meat moved him to wake once more and blearily he got up to find the source and hope it wasn't the fucking cripple agian

He walked over to the man wiping his hands on his apron with a spoon in hand. As the grumpy man came closer, he pushed the spoon full of cheesy eggs into the disgruntled mouth and kissed the side of his lips. "Morning"

the fact that it was pyce and not the other pyce though the nasty taste of.... whatever it was he just had shoved into his mouth counteracted it somewhat though the kiss brought it back up, he moved in to grab the man by the waist and pull him close, "you are wearing too many clothes for so early in the day"

He laughed as he was pulled into the mans arms pressing his body against the bare one with only the thin white fabric to shield him. "And how much should I have?" Hes said feeling the fingers loosening the knot behind him.