he barked a laugh, "you know the exact right words to make me want to kick your ass pyce, roll over, and i will see what i can do about your happy ending when i am done

He woke up and the room smelled of perfume, food and sounded of typing. Galvin looked over at the mans thigh who was setting beside him. He turned again to the large windows just outside of the room and felt a little lost. "What time is it?" He said groggily moving to relieve himself.

when pyce wok he started closing down all but the tab and document for work and as pyce stood to go take a piss he locked the laptop and put it on the floor. "late, you slept an entire day away you lazy bastard, like a cat in a window." he smirked even though the other was not there to see. "that was my first time, i am surprised it was so effective"

Shaking his head he turned on the shower for a quick wash. His muscles loved the hot water and it amplified the lingering feeling of Ambrosia's fingers. He came back out feeling fresh and hungry. “If you ever want to stop...” he gestured at the computer.” Doing that, you have a great career as a masseuse brewing.” He lay back down in his spot.

he rolled his eyes as pyce came back. "i work two days a week and make ten times what i would make at any massage parlor, i think i will keep my current job.... besides, i thought you did not like when i touch strangers, you always must insert yourself in between. that is bad for business pyce""

Galvin snorted. "If I did not like it I would have stopped you from touching the other dancer." He tucked his arms under his head. "Fair is fair. I thought the deal was we touched as much as we want on Saturdays and the rest of the week we were strangers." With out realizing it he had crept closer to Ambrosia. "Though I am fine with friday and sunday too."

sighing softly he twisted to reach pyce's navel and graced it with the softest of kisses, "there was a boy in white, he was beautiful even in the blacklight, barely drinking age if he was in by honest means...." breathing deeply he offered another kiss, "what was that if not jealousy? i would have fucked him you know.....would it upset you if i did? would you wish it were you?" moving farther he graced the man's soft underbelly with another kiss. "i cannot tell if you are jaded or a liar galvin pyce.... i would kill that boy if he looked at you that way, i would kill anyone who looked at you with such shamed and secret desire." he shivered though it was not cold. "i want to be loved galvin pyce, i want to be filled with heat and fear and want and to see something i cannot have....god i want to be that boy and to take what i want, to push that man to the floor and take him in front of his lover, in front of the whole world just because i wanted to!" he had not realized his voice had risen with the last few words or knew when he had begun to shake. jerkily he pulled from the man and without daring to look rose from the bed. he ignored the soreness in his body from the stranger he didn't really want from a restaurant he had already forgotten the name of. "i am a sick fuck pyce, i would fuck myself to spite you because i can't......because... i don't even know...fuck"

It was not the lingering ghostly feeling of the touch over his navel, that made Galvin tremble. The weight of the words had sank in deep chilling his bones. All of his thoughts became scattered effervescent bubbles. But what of Cirro and Eva? And I thought we just wanted to fuck! try... you... me...Fuck...fuck The mentally shouted words did not push past his closed lips each dying away as quickly as they frantically came. Clenched hands unfurled along the blankets smoothing out the lines of confusion with it. He wanted to be fucked if it meant not being alone. If being fucked meant waking up each morning to waves of red and a condensing smug smile. Galvin rose from the bed letting the wet fabric fall from is thighs. He walked over to the man. Twisting the firm jaw he made the man look into his eyes. “I want you. I understand the price” He kissed the man unlike he had never kissed him before. He pulled on the man letting gravity relocate their bodies to the plush carpet below them. “And I will pay a thousand times.” this time, Galvin did not let the mans lips go until he had stolen all of his breath and his silky thighs were running along Ambrosia's slacks. “Bite me..”He said in place of the words he could never speak.

it angered him that pyce would wordlessly offer him the very thing he demanded and follow it up with a price he did not want to pay. "i told you i would not!"when all he received was a retort that the money was gone regardless he closed his mouth and frowning pressed their faces together. "do you love me?"

He wanted to laugh at the foolishness of the demand but did not. Instead he closed the small space between them as he spoke. "More then you will allow Ambrosia Gargain."

more than just being what he wanted to hear, the man's words exactly what he needed to hear as well. nicking the inside of his cheek he could taste coppery blood and offering no hesitation leaned in to trade one form of devotion for another

The rules were never the same with this man, Galvin realized this as he arched into Ambrosia, feeling the deep drain for the 3rd time in his life. The bite, the sex, it was all an addiction that Galvin did not want to stop. He could forgive the mans infidelities if it meant he would never be alone. He feel asleep exhausted to his bones, and was surprised when the digital clock told him he had only been asleep for two hours.

as soon as he stepped through the door the damn french doctor was fired. the man was asleep in his chair and pyce was awake, or at least had his eyes open finally, he stepped over. "i am glad you are awake galvin, you have been unconscious since yesterday... i was growing worried"

His eyes contorted in confusion and glanced at the clock again, then his brows rose slightly. He pushed himself off the bed, as his body regained function. Both his stomach and his bladder called to him simultaneously. He smiled reaching out to pull the red head down for a kiss. “I am fine, unless I am still dreaming.”

he was pleased with the kiss though he did not allow the other to pull him back into the bed. instead he hefted pyce to his feet, "you are not allowed to piss the bed galvin, i do not care how tired you are"

Before Galvin could say anything about his bladder, he was pulled to his feet. He laughed off the eery feeling since the man was right. Soon his thighs, hips and leg muscles were protesting movement at all and his hand clenched around Ambrosia's bicep to keep from falling. It was a delightful reminder of the previous nights activities. “Tired has now become an understatement.” he said testing his legs again and fighting against the various throbbing spots of pain.