still not looking he curled his lip in a sneer and moving his pointer finger up until it rested against the man's temple and curled his fingers into a gun. "bang....you are dead galvin pyce, don't ask for stupid things"

The knots in his gut tightened. It was not what he expected, but it reaffirmed his Ganymede like status with the Garagin. He pulled the hand away from his head “Bite me you bastard.” He said sardonically before rolling further into Ambrosia's chest wrapping the other arm around himself. It was warmer there.

the words sounded far away even though pyce was so close and his lips twitched against his wishes though his thoughts were far from kisses. "i said stop asking for stupid things." gently he pressed his face into the dark neck ad offered a quick nip. he could hear the sharp intake of breath and fingers that cupped now grasped tightly. he offered a tentative lick, "tell me when to stop"

He exhaled with more need then he intended. His body writhed in the hold, unable to deny its addiction. The low tones worked wonders on his mind. Galvin forgot about the wound in favor of the pulse betwixt his thighs. He urged the other to continue by gently nudging his body upwards meeting the lowered lips.

he could taste the other's lust clearly like a spice even without it pressed against him and it nearly moved him to deepen the cut, only the wet against his stomach kept him in check. as a consolation he moved his hand back down though this time it was not a cheek he rubbed his fingers against

His body moved fluidly against the fingers grazing along the thin barrier against his bare skin. His exhaling breath came out shakily, as he untangled his fingers from the cloth it clung to, to reach around the others neck and pull his lips were they deserved to be. He drew in Ambrosias breath, sucking on the tongue often taunted his flesh.

he obliged the other with kisses and pets until they were to the apartment and wrapping his arms around the other he pulled them both free to go inside and wait for the doctor to arive

Being held, lulled the tired man into a light slumber until his shirt was sliced away from his skin, and the antiseptic was applied. Galvin had nearly forgotten the doctor was here to help, and stilled his hand before it connected. Looking around he realized he was still in Ambrosia's grasp, being held up so the doctor could easily apply the stitches. He looked up at the man bewildered. “What time is it?”

he watched the doctor flinch though to the man's credit he did not stop applying the nasty smelling stitch glue or seem offended that he almost got hit. "does it really matter? you have been dozing for a while now i think you bled too much or at least that is what frenulum told me before. you are an idiot for having put in those pathetic stitches then trying to walk around. you are not allowed to do that again"

Laughter bubbled up from his lips. “It matters because I am starving, and I do not think this place is stocked with food, nor you or I can cook it.” He took in a deep breath wanting to challenge Ambrosia's words but he did not. “I do not think I can do that, not even for you.”

he felt angry at that but did not retaliate with abuse instead he kept it to his words. "if you insist on abusing yourself i will no longer go easy on you for it, your body will no longer be treated as a temple but a house of ill repute." he shifted as the doctor moved to get tape to hold the glue together with until it set. "but i will feed you all the same"

That only caused more laughs. “You misunderstand. There is drinking soda, and not eating vegetables... and then there are just hazards of the job.” He ran his fingers over the stitches that the doctor already installed. Some where the words that the man spoke to him earlier drifted into his mind. He looked at the gunk that coated his fingers. “I can only promise to try, and Indian food... since I did not get to eat my dinner yesterday.”

the doctor looked ready to burst from not saying anything and he found himself laughing as well. "i think that sounds like a fine idea but only takeout, frenulum looks like he will explode if you leave the apartment isn't that right doctor?" the man wisely said nothing and the mirth left him. "figure out what you want"

He started to arbitrarily list his favorite common dishes that would be found on any menu, even suggesting a few that the other might like as long as he did not use Galvin as a plate. It wasn't until the doctor was out of the room that Galvin choose to speak like a sane person. “Thank you, Ambrosia for taking care of me.” He did not look the other in the eye. He had already learned the consequences of showing emotion around the Garagin and strived not to let his guard down again, but the words were true and sincere.

he did not like the man's tone but the words demanded a reply and carefully he shifted to see the other "you belong to me galvin pyce, i take care of what belongs to me"

His eyes widened a little, before they were averted again. Galvins mind moved desperately to change the subject. "Am I allowed to shower with this stuff on me? I reek."