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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[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"Why not? You refuse to enjoy time I give you with more freedom, you deny even attempting to enjoy my touch, so why should I reward you?"

[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...

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"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!"

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

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.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

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.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"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.