His head swung wildly around, and he grew thankful his boss did not hear his real name. Galvin sank between Ambrosia's thighs grinding his hips forcefully against the other to cause him pain. He pulled the man by his jacket close, and when the watchful eyes of others were no longer on them, he whispered harshly. “Do not call me Galvin in front of that man you fucker.” His heel came down on the others foot. “I hope you like that dance, Dick.”

he grinned through the pain though the words came out in a low growl. "cheeky little bitch today, pull that stunt again and you will be looking for another job leslie"

He stilled his movements before starting on slower more gentler twist. Every so often his fingers would claw at the fabric covering Ambrosia's legs twisting it into tight folds beneath his fingers. Galvin growled before speaking again. “Does this please you Dick?”

his grin broadened "what? your anger or the piss-poor rubbing you call 'dancing'? both are pale and weak, leslie. if you weren't so damn sexy when you are pissed i would have thrown you off ages ago to go find someone with a little skill."

His rump repeatedly slid over the growing lump. “There are nearly a dozen girls that work here.” He said reaching out for the abandoned drink. He popped the cork off the bottle and offered it to the others lips. “If you prefer some one with more skill, I suggest Morgan. She has been turning tricks longer then your cop.” He smirked. “And I remember you said you like teachers.”

it tasted bad and cheap but he took the proffered drink all the same though he kept his eyes on the angled curve of pyce's cheek. he wanted the other to turn so he could see his face. he wanted to see anger and resignation, to see that he had won. "if your morgan has a bigger dick i just might, for now i am bored and i know my room is empty"

He spun quickly knocking the bottle away from the other settling his body on one thigh, glaring at him with cloud colored eyes. “ How many times, do I have to tell you. Whom ever you sleep with is ultimately sleeping with me. You want company in this club you will stay with me.” He pulled the other into a forceful kiss before licking the remaining droplets of liquor off the corner of Ambrosia's mouth.

his fingers stung from the force of the slap and he could see an angry patron making obscene hand gestures in their direction while men in drag sought to clean the mess from the corner of his eye. he turned his eyes back to the man. from this close his lashes were deliciously long and sat beautifully along the ridge of his cheeks. the sight was lost however when the other pulled away just enough to lick what hungry lips had missed and the eyes opened once more. for just the briefest moment he wanted the other to close his eyes again so he could kiss them. realizing what he was thinking he opened his mouth to capture the errant tongue with his teeth

Trapped, with his mouth sucking down the sweet nectar from the others mouth and the light bite preventing his own tongue from escaping, Galvins body. The chattering, and loud abitary music died down as his limbs went airborne, safely nestled in the arms, his own free hand fishing out the key that had been given to him and after two unsuccessful tries, he jabbed the key into the right slot, twisting until the barricade came free. He was carried into the velvet covered room and set on the couch.

he pushed them through the open door and avoiding the low table and other detritus of the room pressing the man into the trashy velvet cushions and covered the limp body with his own. pressing one hand into the curly dark locks he freed the man's mouth and trailed his own down to the fading scar. nipping it lightly he pulled himself off though more reluctantly than he intended. letting his face go bland he demanded for pyce to take a nap and let the other know he would return. he did not expect the hand to take his sleeve. meeting pyce's eyes he found the man sedate but wanting. it made him wish to stay but also to run, from eva it was acceptable, from cirro it was expected, from the man holding on to him so needily? he shivered. "i said i would return and you need the sleep"

The facade of erotic want was fading away but it was replaced with the cold feeling, that had been brought to the surface by the other so many times. It was the gut wrenching truth behind so many Saturday nights. His other hand reached out and tugged the center of Ambrosia's shirt "Then sleep with me." His lips curved into a smile." You did not leave me any blankets.". “Tch, weak.” He assumed the other would pull at away at the very sound of the words but he had gotten his warmth. Their limbs quickly became intertwined, and Galvin succumbed to sheepishly blinking at the phosphorescent stars and listening to the others chest. By the 20th star Galvin was lost in his own world of dreams.

the man slept like the dead in his arms and he was glad enough for it when the manager came in maybe an hour before closing and once more found them embracing. he sneered cruelly as the bastard had the gall to question his motives and accuse pyce of intentionally sleeping on the job. he let the man know he was just as willing to buy the boy directly and no need to keep the manager in on the cut. his words had the effect he desired and with a few mumbled words about creepy perverts and the poor economy was left alone. he didn't let pyce leave until it was time for the man to clock out for the night. he didn't bother asking if the other needed a ride home

It was the best Sunday night Galvin had, had in a long time. It kept his spirits up until around Wednesday and the slump in the middle of the week hit. He was awoken by his nap as his dog sprang forth from his bed growling pouncing on the person that walked through the door. Galvin groggily rolled over and watched his dog slobber on the man in a white jacket.

it really was no good for his health that agamemnon always greeted him so exuberantly. pushing the dog off he fished around for a treat before leaving th dog for the man. "galvin? it is time for your exam, please get up"

He growled rolling away from his pillows and sitting up for the doctor. Both his hands rubbed the sleep away from his face. “Your early.” He protested as his dog came back to his side, bringing his new found guest with him.

he knew what the time was but checked his watch all the same to make sure. "no, i am on time. are you feeling well? let me take your temperature first and you can tell me what your symptoms are"