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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[gunsandchocolate]

Two years ago... It seemed like a lifetime.

Two years ago, Matt had been alive. He was just starting to track Nakago, having no idea where that path would take him, and of course he'd been working several other cases at once. Including one to research the legitimacy of a certain pharmaceutical group that he realized now, since he'd done his research on Sephiroth only more recently, may have been connected to him.

He fell still suddenly, an avalanche of 'what ifs' and 'should haves' in his mind. He should have been more wary, more observant, more... anything. He shouldn't have taken that case. He shouldn't have come to Japan. He should have stayed with Matt in fucking England and been content with his life there instead of running around determined to show everybody else up. He should have done a lot of things... But he hadn't. And now he never could.

Just as he would probably never see his lover or his cat or his home again. If that fucker Nakago even still gave a shit. Either Sephiroth was lying despite what he claimed, or Nakago had decided to cut his losses and move on. In this moment, Mello hated him too. So much hatred, hatred of everything, himself included. He wanted to shatter and disappear. There were too many missed chances, botched opportunities, and he didn't want to stand here and think of them all but his mind went on and on without his permission.

Mello went limp suddenly, still fully conscious but apparently having given up-- for now. "I hate you," he told Sephiroth, so quietly it was barely a whisper. "I hate everything."

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He hugged him against his chest as though he'd said something wonderful, then wiggled backward on the bed to lie down with the blond still held against him. "I'm sure you do. It's the nature of things sometimes."

[gunsandchocolate]

"I hate you more than words can express," Mello continued, still quietly, and made absolutely no move, deathly still in his arms. "I hate you." It seemed he would keep repeating it indefinitely. There was nothing else to do. He was out of options.

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"That's fine." He kissed his hair. "Hate me as much as you want. I don't mind. I have all the time in the world and -you- aren't going to die."

[gunsandchocolate]

"I might," Mello argued listlessly, with tired bitterness. "Might be more fun than this at least."

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"You won't." The words were a low, dark growl. "I won't let you."

[gunsandchocolate]

His tone was still flat, listless. "You're sick."

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"You've mentioned. I'm a madman that holds your entire being in my hands, does that sound about right?"

[gunsandchocolate]

"No." Mello finally moved slightly to turn his head away.

"You can't hold my soul, at least."

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He was quiet for a moment, then stroked the side of his neck. "Your soul is the only thing I'm letting you keep to yourself. I -can- reach it however, never doubt that."

[gunsandchocolate]

"You can't." He was still speaking quietly, not scoffing or arguing. There was a seriousness to his voice that said he would not believe that because it was simply impossible.

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"I was created to be able to kill flawlessly. Sometimes, that involves being able to simply make a soul flee the body. It is not my greatest talent, nor one I desire in any way to practice, but if I wished to, I could touch your soul. I won't,because I have no desire for -you- to touch -mine-."

[gunsandchocolate]

"I don't believe in that sort of thing, Sephiroth." A pause, and he asked suddenly. "What did you do with my rosary?"

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"It's with the rest of your clothes. I'm surprised you didn't get to it during your fit."

[gunsandchocolate]

Good thing, probably. He'd thought of asking before but hadn't because he hadn't thought he'd be told.

Mello just nodded, at least a little glad it was safe, even if he didn't get it back.

"Alright."

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"You don't get to have anything in that cabinet yet though." He kissed his jaw and then smiled to himself.

[gunsandchocolate]

He'd figured that out already. Mello let out a small scoff and turned his head away.

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"But when you earn it, you get your rewards, of course." It was a murmur, and he tucked the blond closer to himself.

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello turned in his arms, back facing Sephiroth though he didn't resist being pulled closer. He was too exhausted and bordering on a depressive apathy to do anything else but try to at least turn away from him and not look at the bastard. "They're my things to begin with," he pointed out flatly.

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"Only the rosary." He stroked his belly, then tugged him flush against his chest.

[gunsandchocolate]

"You can't plan on making me go naked for the rest of my life," Mello scoffed, still refusing (mostly) to believe he'd be here that long.

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"Not even slightly, however, the only thing you owned before that you might own again is that rosary."

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello sighed, giving up a bit too quickly. "Fine." He did want the rosary back.

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"Right now though, that is very far away."

[gunsandchocolate]

As long as it was safe and he knew where it was, he didn't care. Mello didn't answer, pretending to be asleep and ignoring Sephiroth completely.