Breaking point

[giftsofglory]

Mello had tried his patience on many levels since he'd acquired him. He'd bit, kicked, punched, clawed,and every other means of vicious attack he could try in the time he'd had him. None of that had really bothered him. Hurt, yes, but aside from the lone groin shot it had never made him angry.

Having his warnings ignored, however, did. He'd been very kind to the man on this day. He'd coddled him, let him roam loose on the grounds, and even let him attack and play without much int he way of retaliation. However, there was a point when enough was enough and he was still a healthy male in his prime.

He'd been trying to control himself because he didn't want to break his pet, but his pet insisted on doing something deliberately after finding out it was arousing? No.

That was an invitation.

Thus, that led to this, him bringing him into a room he hadn't intended to use for a few weeks yet, if that soon, and him flipping the man off his shoulders to press him down, belly down, on a soft, padded mattress. There were other things in the room, but they were nicely closeted away. No, first he'd make the man feel him, then he'd move on to -training- him.

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[gunsandchocolate]

"It's not denial," he ground out between clenched teeth. "I do loathe your touch. And I told you straight up that I would do my best to get out of here and kill you."

But he couldn't stay chained here. Boredom, stiffness... He didn't even want to ask about eating and drinking and bathroom necessities...

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"Then learn to like it detective, because I refuse to reward you for defiance." He kissed the back of his neck. "You won't be unchained." It was said almost gently. "I'll take care to keep you clean and fed in exactly this position. There's even enough slack int he chains to exercise you."

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello paled visibly, tossing his head and desperately jerked at his chains.

"You will do no such thing!" he screamed. "Just- just put me back in the other fucking room and leave me alone!"

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He stroked his spine in a soothing gesture. "That's enough detective. I won't change my mind. Until you do something worth rewarding, you won't be."

[gunsandchocolate]

He arched and bucked, true to dislodge that hand or break free or do anything but lay here and take it.

"Don't you fucking dare!" he screamed, feeling horribly demeaned already even though none of that had happened. Yet. The threat was bad enough... But Sephiroth couldn't come to assume that he would cave under threats. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to give in though. It couldn't be worth it... Oh, God, he needed to get out of here.

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He finally shifted to lift off of him, continuing to pet his back. "I believe I shall leave you to think it over detective. Rest, I'm sure you're tired after your long day."

[gunsandchocolate]

"Fuck you, Sephiroth," Mello snarled over his shoulder. Not that he'd stop him leaving. That just meant focusing all of his efforts on yanking at his chains.

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"Later. I've calmed down now, that will happen in the future."

[gunsandchocolate]

"Get out. Get the fuck out!" Mello snarled, not watching him leave. Instead, he buried his face in the mattress, breathing hard and throwing a silent tantrum. His wrists and ankles would be bruised despite the padding in the cuffs, and he had no intention of stopping because of it. In fact, he planned to keep pulling and trying to somehow spawn superhuman strength and break free. He couldn't allow Sephiroth to do this to him, and hatred mixed with desperation were good motivators to spur him on.

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He'd had time to muse over his choice by the time morning had come, and he'd decided it would be better to make the blond understand how things were going to change now rather than later. Better he not think that even the most primal of things would be his choice any longer. Decided, he slipped off to the blond's current room, then padded up to the bed, leaning to seeif he was sleeping.

[gunsandchocolate]

He was. Uncomfortably and fitfully, having finally drifted off due to sheer exhaustion only a few hours ago. He's spent the rest of his time swearing and cursing and pulling and struggling until his whole body was sore, not even counting the scrapes and bruises he'd sustained climbing trees the previous day.

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Satisfied with this, he moved to a cabinet on the far wall, pulling down a few things, glancing over to study Mello with careful eyes, then pulled another item down as well before moving over and setting the entire lot of it out of sight by the bed before climbing onto it. "Wake up my detective."

[gunsandchocolate]

He woke up groggily as soon as he felt the bed dip under Sephiroth's weight, and though he tried to lift his head and wake up immediately, his tired body was having other ideas. His heartrate was still too slow from deep sleep for him to struggle right away, so he simply lay there, opening his eyes to glare balefully, blearily over his shoulder at Sephiroth.

"Leave me alone," he growled, voice scratchy from sleep. And possibly all the hollering of swear words he'd done before.

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"No. I have quite a bit of grooming to do with you, and I want to get the more unsavory parts of the process out of the way immediately." He petted his back. "Just stay relaxed, it would work best that way."

[gunsandchocolate]

He stiffened immediately at the petting. "Don't touch me," Mello snarled, arching away and looking as though he was trying to bury himself completely in the mattress.

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He shook his head, then leaned to get together what he needed to deal with cleaning the boy out so there would be no accidents later, neatly setting them on the bed before straddling the blond's back, using his knees to keep him in place. "The less you fight the faster we'll be done with this part of the new routine."

[gunsandchocolate]

Even trying to buck was impossible, considering how much heavier than him Sephiroth was. Mello grunted quietly, trying to squirm, but gave up out of necessity.

"Why are you doing this?" he demanded in a low growl because focusing on anger was a lot easier than thinking of exactly what was happening here, what Sephiroth wanted him to do. "All it's serving is your sick fetishes. I'd be just as unlikely to escape a locked room with a toilet," he pointed out. "The lowest criminals are treated with more decency!"

Dogs, even! Not that Sephiroth cared, he was sure. But he was getting desperate and trying to ignore it and it wasn't working out easily.

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"I told you you wouldn't be unchained until you proved yourself worthy of a reward. We'll move up to those things once you've done so." He narrowed his eyes, but deft fingers set about handling the blond. He knew it would be far from comfortable, but he was sure that if this routine persisted long enough, he'd get used to it.

[gunsandchocolate]

"I'm going to flay you alive," Mello hissed under his breath, doing his very best to tune out the hands on him. He was too disgusted and stressed to respond and he wasn't desperate enough yet to need to. All Sephiroth was causing him was discomfort and humiliation. And the worst part was that he was aware it had barely begun. The only way he saw through this was to get awfully good at dissociating himself from his body and ignoring. The problem was that that was exactly what he was bad at.

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"So you say." He had no need to linger over that and thus didn't, getting up to go deal with that part of things before returning, gathering up his bathing supplies and carding his fingers through his hair. "Now that that unpleasantness is dealt with, time to get you clean.You're filthy."

[gunsandchocolate]

Despite how difficult, impossible even, it was for him to try not to pay attention, eventually it was over. Sephiroth was right that it might have been only slightly less unpleasant and over with faster if he'd relaxed, but that wasn't an option. Not even by choice. Did he have any idea how fucking impossible it was to relax under such circumstances?

He couldn't imagine doing this every day. Every allotted number of hours, even, if he was given the necessary amounts of water to keep hydrated... And that was the relatively easy part. He was aware that other details would have to be taken care of when it came to that too, and this was a terrible position for it, and-- He forced himself to stop thinking about it. Panicking and dreading would only make it harder.

Mello forced down a shudder and buried his face in the mattress, ignoring the hand in his hair and digging his fingernails into his own palms as his hands clenched into fists.

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He saw the clench of his hands, then immediately leaned up to slap the backs of them before he moved up to start working on the man's hair, carefully wetting it down.

[gunsandchocolate]

If the slap was supposed to do anything, it didn't work. Mello didn't unclench his hands or look up, breathing shudderingly. Under pleasanter circumstances, he actually enjoyed getting his hair washed. This was different.

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He didn't repeat the physical rebuke, instead simply gently working on cleaning his hair once he had it wet, careful not to make a mess while he did, then rinsing it out. He didn't try to hurry either, just taking his time.

[gunsandchocolate]

It was easier to tune out the hands combing through his hair, or at least pretend it was someone else. Someone who didn't matter, like a hair stylist or something. He checked his breathing, trying to calm down, if only for his sake. He was still tired, and stressed, and he needed to clear his mind. As if that would magically help him think of something he hadn't thought of before, or perhaps gain superhuman strength to break this chains.