Galvin shook his head. "The club makes enough revenue it covers itself." His hand fell to the side of Ambrosia's face. "I made sure of that, it makes enough to cover itself, you and me and... the others."

he smirked, "covers maybe but i like fancy shit and keeping it fresh. the club makes enough to pay the staff and keep the lights on, the way it is ran it hardly profits enough to make the kind of money i spend"

He growled. "There is no pleasing you is there?" Shaking his head he moved off the others lap. "I suppose you will have to ride your sister like you did your grandmother?" He said more bitterly then he would have liked.

barking a laugh he grabbed the man by the arm and pulled him back over, "hardly and you will have sundays on top of it. quit being such a whiny bitch and enjoy the fact that everything worked out in your favor as well as mine"

He started to struggle in the grasp. "Until you care to explain I fail to see how your bitching is good for the both of us."

he did not let go, "with maia gone who gives a fuck if i am fucking a pyce, with maia gone who is going to tell me i can't sleep in when i am not at my own house, with maia gone what would be my reason to fight with my idiot relatives? if you were listening you would see quite clearly"

He had an answer for every rhetorical question but did not say them. Instead he pulled the other into a kiss. "And yet you haven't had time to scratch your balls. Will you have time in a week?"

he could not help the laugh that fell from his mouth at the man's reply and he pressed for one of his own before speaking, "when i wake up actually. if you stick around you will see, in fact i will even let you scratch my balls if you'd like"

His grin started to match the others. "You know the rules, the cost of this ride is one meal." He said unable to resist latching his lips onto the others neck.

as per their usual they were not able to finish the meal before galvin made moves and despite still being tired he was unable to resist the temptation. the ride to pyce's place quickly became the ride to the nearest of the apartments with the dog and the food both being left with the driver

Pushing himself up off his love nest, he looked down at the sleeping man. As quietly as he could he maneuvered both of them out of the bed, down the stairs and into the waiting Maybach. He had already informed Adrian of his plans. The man must have been extremely tired for his plans to succeed as far as they did. He tucked Ambrosia into his families plan and rested while his plans were set in motion.

if he had not woken up in the back of the maybach he would have thought he was still asleep. he had only the dimmest hazy memories of getting in, hardly anything more than a dream really, and nothing from there til then that he'd chalk up as reality leaving him in an awkward place now as he found himself blearily looking over at the other man from said back-seat

There was no winning. He could not keep the other asleep but he did manage to get him on a place. For what it was the man was being oddly docile, and Galvin wondered if it had something to do with his grandmothers death. They rose high above the lands traveling to their destination. Galvin decided it was time to catch his own sleep.

in the end it seemed he had fallen asleep once more though when he woke it was against the other man who was no better at staying awake than he. mindless of the stiffness across his shoulders he lightly prodded at pyce to wake him and ask what was going on

"That all depends if you trust me." He said slyly, moving from his seat to find a spot on the others lap. "I figured you could use a vacation and time away from your family." His lips found their way to the mans neck and gave a small nibble as he continued to whisper his devious plans to the other.

it was not hard to leave a message on a disposable phone and ship it out in the post on the express overnight and pyce had enough cash money that he did not need his cards. he was more than pleased

He did not even mind the shit all eating grin as he slid into the others lap. His lips found there way onto Ambrosia's and when they broke for air he spoke again. "In a few hours we will be in Rome.<I thought the Italian air would do you better this time.>"

the only word of italian he knew was italian itself but it did not matter since he could get the basic drift, "whatever you just said is sexier than anything you could say in english"

He grinned, trying again with his lips close to the others ears. "<your an ass..." He pressed his lips to the mans collar, leaving a small moist stain against the white fabric. "<but I love you anyways.>"

shifting against the other he slumped in his seat, "i am sure we have a little time for you to teach me some italian"

any thought of humor left him as galvin skipped the fore and went straight for the prize. shifting again, this time to accommodate he let the other do what he pleased. he'd get his later

Galvin enjoyed his feast. After a week of being with out the taste he lavishly licked it up. Rising he saw the other blearily blink at him with his shit eat all grin. Pushing the sweating red locks out of his face he kissed him, letting him sleep off the rest of the plane ride. He woke the other up with another infamous kiss just as it was time for them to exit.

he expected a cab, he did not expect a damaged dirty ped-car with an equally damaged and dirty driver. things only got worse as pyce paid the man who promptly left and got into the drivers seat. only his trust in the man kept him from getting back on the plane

It was a bumpy ride and an even angrier lover. They did not make it a mile with out Ambrosia sarcastically voicing his enjoyment. Galvin gave him nothing but a smile letting his air whip in the breeze. The path took them high into the rocky hills surrounding the city. Cloaked in colorful bush, an hour and a half drive they came to the abode. Silently he un buckled himself and went to grab the bags. "I will show you to a room, but welcome to Casa de la Pyce."

he was more than pissed as he was jostled and tossed about like a penny off the side of a cliff but when he saw the old beautiful villa surrounded by miles of cliffs and grapes some of his ire left him and when they stopped he was quick to get out of the death-trap of a vehicle and follow behind the pyce

It was his turn to smugly smile, though he was sure Ambrosia could not see it. He opened the doors to the preserved house passing by the ghost of his childhood in favor of going upstairs to the various bed rooms. "My brother said he anonymously called a cleaning crew and paid them enough money to not ask questions. Pushing aside one door with his shoulder he led, Ambrosia into a room with a balcony and the fresh Italian air. It only took him a few moments to drop his bags and turn and capture the other in a kiss.

the moment they stepped inside he could hear the whisper of pyce's mind pick up and though he knew it was not intentionally projected he still felt compelled to listen to the hundreds of half-thought memories that slipped by like fish in water. following the man upstairs the whispers fluctuated from nearly audible to mostly silent as they were replaced by the familiar staticy silent want. because he had been listening this time instead of soundly ignoring it like usual he was able to hear the jump in the man's thoughts as the luggage was tossed to the floor and the other pressed him with a kiss and so was prepared. reaching up he ran a hand through pyce's hair to free it of it's ponytail while the other grabbed hold of a firm cheek so he could steer the other back towards the bed without either of them falling

He felt a little like a naughty child as he leap and latched onto his favorite spot. Undulating softly, his lips explored the soft flesh, inhaling the smell of sweat. His fingers playfully slipped the first few buttons from their holes as he leaned in close to the ear. "You smell dirty, we should move to the tub."

(Its one of those jet Jacuzzi tubs, yay bubbles!!! )

a low chuckle left him at the accusation considering what pyce usually smelled like but the thought of getting clean with the other man was enough he did not bitch and grinning he let pyce direct him to the nearest shower

He simply pointed, pressed against the other, lips locked in battle. Idly he reached out pushing the door out of the way. Only their upper bodies managed to wiggle free of the clothing before Galvin found the knobs that activated the shower. Warm water seeped between their limbs as Galvin started to clean Ambrosia the best way he could.

(Hot, wet tight jeans. Have fun getting those off )

if he had thought pyce the sort he would have called foul with the sopping fabric between them making things both harder and easier at the same time for him but he knew it was a lack of patience and without disconnecting their mouths he shoved the man far enough off to finish undressing them both

He arched as his back hit the cold tiles, only to be rained upon by the warm water and showered with hunger kisses. A week with out his lover and his bodily greedily tightened, holding firm for the quick movements. His head fell away from the kiss. If you are in need Ambrosia, Breakfast is served. His tongue licked along the mans neck by way of example.

when he awoke that evening, after glutting on pyce and blood the sun had already crawled over the walls and was casting a gold light on the tippled ceiling leaving him with the pleasant suspicion that there would soon be food of a sort other than junk or fast

It was hard operating a stove in his condition. But with no maids in the reclusive home it was up to him to feed both him and Ambrosia real food, least he pay 1000 euros for delivery. The only good news was that it seemed his small time with a private cooking tutor was paying off. He flipped the perfectly golden brown pancake over, secretly proud of himself.

he was nearly asleep again when the sound of bare feet came to him and opening his eyes he saw pyce's head, sitting up he saw the along with the head was a plate and not much else. lazily he smiled, "i appreciate the offer but i think my boyfriend might flip his shit if i fuck the maid on the first day"

He grinned taking a seat with Ambrosia's torso between his thighs. "I dunno..." He said as he broke away a piece of pancake, slathering it in syrup. "You have screwed a cop, a dancer, a whore and a vampire hunter before. I am sure a maid is nothing to your collection." He said feeding him the moistened bite.

he chewed swallowed and licked one of the sweetened brown digits before replying, "yes but those were all for fun, i am trying to be a good boy for once and keeping my wandering to a minimum until after lunch at the very least"

A little jolt tickled his nerves as his fingers found more scraps of food on the plate. He slid his bottom down on the torso so he could easily bend to suck on the curves of Ambrosia's chin. "And whats the minimum? One... two? " He said with a little nibble. "Or three?" Raising himself up he gave Ambrosia a smirk as his hand moved forward to offer the other more breakfast.

the grin widened, "as many as you like if you keep feeding me"