[Poggio]

Smashed against the mirrors, with his own fluids dripping down his thigh and Ambrosia's trickling out down his back thigh, Galvin's fingers curled around the pale ones and brought the wrist to his mouth. He could taste it, and the want bubbled on his tongue as his own blood was drawn in small sucks beneath the ruby lips. His head swam, and the reflections of his lover merged into the man behind him. Soon his head fell away from the wrist and into the body. "So, you like the white mesh." He offered "should I try on the black suit?"