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giftsofglory ([personal profile] giftsofglory) wrote2011-06-17 05:55 am
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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.

[identity profile] giftsofglory.livejournal.com 2011-06-19 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
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: (Bite your tongue)

[personal profile] gunsandchocolate 2011-06-19 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
"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.

[identity profile] giftsofglory.livejournal.com 2011-06-19 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Later. I've calmed down now, that will happen in the future."
gunsandchocolate: (Handcuffed)

[personal profile] gunsandchocolate 2011-06-19 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
"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.