giftsofglory | Breaking point

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Breaking point

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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"I want you to try." It was said almost gently, and he met his eyes, watching him.

"...fine," he muttered, letting out a low breath and leaning in to, very uncomfortably, press their lips together. Nothing more than that.

He petted his cheek, pressing back into the kiss, not holding him there at all but seeing how far he was going to go as of yet.

That was as far as he was going. He kept his mouth closed, forcing himself to stay still a few more moments before drawing back. "There. Happy?" He sounded bitter. Which actually might have been an improvement from how empty and listless he'd sounded before. Even the idea of leaving was helping give him some energy.

He smiled at him, and he kissed his cheek. "That will do for today."

Oh, good. Tense shoulders slumping in relief, Mello sighed and looked up at him. "Is the bath over?"

He ran his hand down his cheek. "Yes, the bath is over now." Then he leaned to drain the water.

At that, Mello tried to climb out shakily on his own, reaching for a towel from the ones he saw hanging nearby.

He let him, ready to grab him if he fell, and rose gracefully to his feet to step out.

Pleased that he was allowed to move on his own, Mello stepped over the edge of the tub, wrapping himself up in the large towel and cuddling into its soft warm. He padded back out into the main part of the room, but shied away from the bed, edging toward the door while trying not to look at the rest of the room.

He allowed him to move around,taking his time making sure he himself was dry and dressed before following. "Detective, the towel doesn't go out of these rooms."

He bit his lip, pausing, and stopped where he was to lean against the still-closed door. Sliding down it with his back against the wood, he crouched there, hugging the towel to his body in a way that obscured most everything but the top of his face poking out from the top of the ball of fluffy cloth he'd become. It felt good to be covered again, like the towel was armor against the outside world.

He padded over to him and stroked his hair. "The towel or outside the room my detective."

Taking a deep breath, Mello stood up again finally, not meeting Sephiroth's eyes. "Outside."

"Alright then, go put the towel away before we go." He gestured back to the bathroom.

He obeyed grudgingly, slowly going back to the bathroom to hang the towel back up. That done, he returned to Sephiroth, staring expectantly at the door without looking up at his face.

When he came back, he stroked his cheek. "Very good." Then he turned and opened the door.

Staring past him, Mello waited until the door was fully open and Sephiroth went first before following, eyes wide. Back in the room, he'd thought he wanted to rush outside and look at everything, but now the difference was jarring and he suddenly walked closer to Sephiroth.

He reached back, taking Mello's hand in his and twining their fingers together.

That was somewhat familiar, and he almost forgot he disliked Sephiroth and squeezed his hand tightly, letting himself be led as he looked around with wary curiosity.

"What's for breakfast?" he asked, almost timidly.

He looked sideways at him for a moment, considering before he looked forward again. "I will need to add something, but cinnamon rolls."

Mello actually lifted his head at that in some spark of almost-happiness. He preferred sweet things for breakfast. And he hadn't gotten anything like that since he'd been here. It wasn't chocolate, but it was much better than what he'd been fed so far.

"I want cocoa." It was a suggestion more than a demand, for once, almost hopeful.

"No sweet drinks yet." His tone was firm about that, and he shook his head. "If you want it, I'll let you have juice."

His mood fell again immediately. "I don't want juice," Mello told him quietly. "I want chocolate."

"I know." He turned a little and petted his hair before leading him into the kitchen and taking him to one of the chairs. "Sit."

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