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'm not!" He tried to squirm out of Sephiroth's lap, shoving hard at his chest. "I can't! I don't want to!"

"You can and you are." He actually let him up. "Why deny it?"

Scrambling out of his lap and away, to the other side of the room, Mello screamed at him, "Because it's wrong!"

"And why is it wrong?"

"I'm a person! I'm not your pet! You can't do this!" He didn't even seem intent on running for the door. He merely stood there, backed pressed against the far wall, screaming and trembling with rage and frustration.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Why not?"

"I told you!" Mello insisted loudly. "You just can't!"

And then, in a violent rage, he was suddenly tearing at the furniture, shoving over cabinets, trying to break everything in sight. He hated this place. He hated it so much, and he wanted to rip everything to bits, including Sephiroth.

The thing was, things were very sturdy, well built or well secured. "Mello~, come here."

He didn't care. He didn't care if he was barely making a dent in anything, if all he was really doing was bruising himself and breaking his nails. He ignored Sephiroth and, seeing the cabinets would not be torn down, began to open them and try throwing the things that were inside. He had no clear goal in mind; he simply wanted to destroy.

He got up and padded over, idly wondering if Mello even realized what he'd grabbed as he caught his arms to stop his actions. Clothes. "Now now, stay out of that."

As soon as Sephiroth was close enough, Mello's rage turned on him. His arms were not quite so easy to grab this time. It hadn't seemed as though he had any energy left, and now suddenly this--

But he was in a frenzy now, barely coherent, everything bottled up having bubbled over and all the injustice and fear and hatred spilling into violence. He fought more fiercely than ever, with a marked disregard for his own well-being.

He didn't try overly hard to confine him, had no desire to at the moment really, instead moving around his wild anger and deflecting or dodging as needed, waiting for the energy to be spent.

Upon getting away again, Mello made straight for the desk next, having learned the cabinets were useless. The desk wasn't bolted down. The lamp on it wasn't either.

He snatched that up, chucking it at Sephiroth, but didn't even wait to see if it hit, already tearing out drawers and shoving the chair over to get to them.

"That's enough." His voice was soft, but thrummed with command in more than a verbal way, and his reflexes turned the lamp in his hands after he'd grabbed it.

Mello barely heard him-- but it didn't matter. Whatever he was holding fell from his hands and he froze, barely catching himself on the edge of the desk before he crumpled to the ground from shock as he was suddenly jerked into stillness, despite how much more he wanted to keep destroying everything until there was nothing left. He seemed to have momentarily forgotten why it was that he couldn't keep going and stared at his bloodied hands dumbly in shock, trembling.

He padded over to him and gently gathered him up in his arms. "That's more than enough."

"Let- let go--" Mello tried to protest but he was incapable of struggling anymore, even if he wanted to. He stared at Sephiroth with wide eyes, cheeks still tear-stained.

"No. You hurt yourself." He headed off toward the bathroom, sitting him on the counter so he could carefully wash his hands.

"I don't care," Mello muttered dismally, and being forced to stay still was slowly sapping his energy away again. He stared down at his hands, not even trying to move them as Sephiroth washed the blood from his scrapes.

"Apparently leaving you alone would be bad at this juncture, you might do yourself more harm." He kissed his forehead before sweeping him back into his hold, releasing the command of stillness.

Mello didn't seem to realize he'd been released, or perhaps he simply suddenly didn't care. "So what?" His voice was quiet, tired. "You don't want damaged goods? Is that it? Go fuck yourself."

"I don't want you to hurt yourself." He headed for the door of the bedroom.

"Because you say I'm yours. Isn't that right?" he growled, bitterly. He wouldn't give a shit if he hadn't decided to make Mello a pet. But Mello knew he was being seen as a possession, and possessions weren't allowed to damage themselves.

"Yes. I've invested quite a few hopes in you." It was a murmur, and he moved down the hallway, then went upstairs.

He was only half-paying attention to the surroundings, but Mello was somewhat relieved to be out of his prison anyway. Even if he was now stuck with Sephiroth.

Perhaps it was better than being alone with his insanity.

"Forget them. I'm not going along with anything you want." The further from the room they got, the more life his voice seemed to regain. And stubbornness, of course.

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