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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He was practically ignoring the cinnamon bun. Sure, he'd taken a few bites out of it, but most of Mello's attention was devoted to the chocolate. He licked all of it up, then meticulously nibbled away the top layer of anything it had touched. When there were no more traces of chocolate on the pastry, he set it down and proceeded to lick his hands clean hungrily. He paid attention to nothing else but getting every last drop of melted chocolate.

Incredibly amused, he picked up the pastry, then swept it into the bowl again before putting it back down.

Mello didn't even notice until it was back in front of him, dripping onto the table. He snatched the newly-dipped pastry back up, repeating the process of before. He'd been weeks without chocolate, without any of all, and it was the only thing in this prison that made him feel the tiniest bit more like himself. The taste was familiar, soothing, and he let himself drown in it, blocking out everything else. When the remaining (mostly inner) portions of the bun were clean of chocolate again, he began to swipe the drops on the table up with the pads of his fingers to lick them up too.

He let him, finishing off his own and cleaning his fingers before just leaning over and petting Mello, curious to see how long it would be before he looked at him.

It took exactly as long as it took for Mello to realize there was no more chocolate within reach. He lifted his head finally, just then seeming to realize he was being petted. Glancing at Sephiroth only briefly, he lifted himself up on his knees again and reached for the bowl.

He reached out and caught his hand. "Ask nicely."

Mello stared up at him as if he'd never seen him before, but didn't seem to realize he should try to pull his hand away.

"I want more chocolate." It was phrased like a demand, but his tone was anything but.

"Yes you do. And why should I give you more chocolate?"

His brow furrowed and he stared at Sephiroth with a wounded expression.

"It's right there. And I want some." Why couldn't he have it? Mello tried to pull his hand free from Sephiroth's.

"Good reasons." He gently tightened his fingers. "Now ask me nicely."

"I--" He had to think. He felt dizzy for no good reason, and he had to think about how to ask 'nicely' because it was such a rare word...

"Please," Mello managed, softly, still staring up at Sephiroth with wide eyes.

"See Mello? That's all you needed to say." He nudged the bowl closer. "You know how to be good."

It was harder for him than Sephiroth realized, Mello thought, but was soon distracted from sulking by the bowl he now dragged in front of him.

He didn't even bother with the remainder of his bun. He dipped the four fingers of his hand in and scooped out a dollop of chocolate straight into his mouth, licking it eagerly.

He sighed, glad he'd only melted a little bit, and he continued to stroke the blond's hair.

Most of it was gone with that scoop of his hand, and Mello picked up the bowl when he was done with that, licking the edges and sliding his fingers across the bottom to get as much as possible of the chocolate clinging to the bowl. It was clear that he wasn't giving it up until there was absolutely no more chocolate to be had.

He let him, amused but understanding. The man had said he liked it, he hadn't realized it was a comfort object as well.

Only when Mello was satisfied that he'd licked the bowl as clean as possible did he set it down, still licking his fingers even though they were clean. It was only then that he realized his hair was still being stroked. It was familiar by now, not something worth noticing anymore, so he'd paid it no mind. He lifted his head to look up at Sephiroth as if for more, though he said nothing.

He ran his fingers down his cheek. "No more for now. I don't think it would be good for you, I've not been giving you much sugar after all."

He was full now, and Sephiroth's phrasing left room for having some at another time, so Mello nodded. "Later?"

"If you're a good boy." He ran his fingers over his neck lightly.

"Stop saying that," he muttered, shivering from the way that feather-light brush was making his skin goosebump, strangely pleasantly.

"Mello, it's but the truth." He continued his gentle petting, reaching out to run his other hand lightly over his shoulder.

He tried to shrug the hand away. All the light brushes were making him shiver and twitch, like insects on his skin.

"I don't even know what you mean by that!"

"You'll learn. You're smart, you only have to pay attention."

"I don't want to pay attention." He hugged his knees again, dropping his forehead onto his forearms. "I want to go home..."

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