He couldn't help himself. "Which part the blackmail or my silence?" He let moved to wash Ambrosia's hair. "I assumed you were the money type, you never proved me other wise."

he had nothing to say to that, they both knew the options equated to the same thing and he could not deny his lust for money and an easy life, instead he sank farther down against the arm that braced him and allowed the other to clean him though it was a pressed silence he was certain pyce could feel

A soft sigh escaped his lips. There were many times he wanted to say something but the other would only believe it was a lie. "Ambrosia, if everything else was a lie, do believe that France was the best... weekend of my life. You are the only person to give a decent birthday present." He arched forward, kissing the stoic lips. "And I am sorry about this, and not matter how much I say it, I can never kill you." He went to find something to rinse the mans hair with.

he didn't speak s the lips pulled away though the lament he desired to give was on the tip of his tongue and he knew if he called out now pyce would be his captive audience but the pain from his last confession bolstered his natural reluctance to give away his feelings and he let the man go

Galvin paused and turned back. It was a mistake. He found himself starring into the twin pairs of gray eyes. For a long time he said nothing instead he his thoughts popped like effervescent bubbles. Walking back to the spot behind the man, he curled his fingers along the edge of the tub and leaned over Ambrosia once again. He didn't understand how he could give this man so much, and yet still be asked for more. He felt the questions in his mind and wondered what he was suppose to say? That he didn't understand the situation or that he wasn't ready? This outcome wasn't what he had in mind, or that the man never showed so much feelings before. Galvin drew in a breath, the only answer he could think of was that he was human, prone to error. He gave the other a quick kiss snapping himself out his thoughts and saying nothing. Saying nothing seemed better then 'lying' again.

(Not sure how well he can read his thoughts, its mostly just confused ranting anyways xD)

it did not occur to him he was sharing thoughts with the man until he was given a needy kiss and a jumbled mess of a reply he could only make out about half of. when the realization did finally occur though he took advantage of it even as he reached to grasp loosely at the other's shirt and deepen the kiss

The loose fingers lured him into seduction and despite the pain in his jaw, he wanted the slick wet alabaster man laying in the tub. His body rotated until he was able to step inside the tub with out ever leaving Ambrosia's lips. Galvin slid down into the warm water forgetting to remove the sweat pants as the water suctioned them to his body. He was able to let his limbs fall into a straddle around the others midsection. Though his mind usually stopped thinking about anything but his loins his subconscious would not let him have a moments reprieve.

He tried to fix the cracks in his emotional damn, but even as his body stopped, he could not stop it from flowing. The others sincere apology threw him off guard and he did not know why the other was even speaking. A trembling hand found its way to Ambrosia's cheek. Galvin swallowed finding his voice. “Why are you sorry?”

already he could feel his willingness to talk ebbing away but felt compelled to answer all the same. "i've done to you what you've done to me and i did not need to, that is something to be sorry about"

He tucked his head into the others pecks taking deep breaths as his arms folded around his stomach. Galvins body still shook, but he was able to gather some of his thoughts from the madness that still lingered in his head. One more calming breath and he looked into Ambrosia's eyes. He opened his mouth but realize the words riddled in doubt could not come out. He tucked his head back down. If it was another ploy to use him, he would rather stay in ignorance. There was a knock on the door that jarred the shaking body back into awareness. The doctor told them through the wood that the driver had arrived for Ambrosia.

he ended up using the rough bruising around his neck to his favor and did not speak the entire time he was there and was even able to leave somewhat early. stopping to get his throat covered with cosmetics he arrived at the club only a little later than usual and sauntered into pyce's office the best he could with help from the driver and once inside with one of the girls

The customer certainly had eccentric taste and it did not seem to matter what price they threw at him, he would accept nothing less then, Galvin in his current costume and on the table. "What can I say he likes chocolate." Morgan teased for what seemed like the millionth time. Galvin was still not in the right mind to argue. He simply growled.

they met up at the door and though he knew better than to bait the man in his condition, with the extra eyes on him he had no choice. pulling free of the soft arm of the girl he was walking with he put his good hand against pyce's silky corsetry and tugged him in for a kiss

The kiss tasted rough on his sore lips and his body arched into the others wanting more. When he pulled back the other spoke, telling him he didn't like the way he tasted. Galvin could not help but smirk, running a soft hand against the others face and kissing him again. “Do I taste better now?”

he managed to tell pyce he didn't two more times before common sense told him to just agree and locking arms with the other allowed himself to be pulled into the man's office