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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"You're mine. I got you because you please me and I find you appealing. Otherwise I would have stuck you in a cell somewhere or let someone kill you instead of keeping you and working on tempering you to being what I desire." He continued to stroke his back, shaking his head a little. "Besides, you could have avoided ever being caught at all if you hadn't been so keen on underestimating me."

[gunsandchocolate]

Ignoring that last part, Mello tried to arch away from the touch, insisting scathingly, "I am not an object to be 'tempered' to your liking, you sadistic fuck!"

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"Yes you are." He ran his palms up to his shoulders, then leaned over him, pressing down as he kissed the top of his spine, hair sliding loose to tickle against his back.

[gunsandchocolate]

He fell still suddenly, though his stiffness made it obvious he was still unwelcoming to any attention. He was just conserving his energy. After being sore and scraped from his escapade among the trees, he needed to rest a moment and see if he could gather his strength to try doing something about this new situation.

"Repeating that isn't going to make it true," he insisted, with a now-quiet intensity.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"Denying it won't make it untrue." His voice was firm. "I only want you tame to my hand and no one else's. I would gladly see you shred someone else for trying to touch you in any way."

[gunsandchocolate]

"Why don't you let me practice on you?" he snarled mockingly, trying to kick him again since he had slack for his legs at least.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He shifted his position until he could shove Mello's leg's apart, kneeling between them to stop his fussing as he continued the slow kisses over his back. "Later, when I know you don't want to kill me anymore."

[gunsandchocolate]

"Like that's ever going to happen," Mello snorted, unconvinced. If he was less stubborn about his pride, he might have thought to appear as though he was rolling over, let Sephiroth get his guard down... but that was only the last resort. In the meantime, he'd keep bruising his wrists in those restraints uselessly, ignoring any and all kisses.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"It won't happen soon, no, but it will happen eventually. I could have forced it, but that's never -enough-." He nuzzled under a shoulder blade and breathed in. "I want you bent to me inside your mind my detective."

[gunsandchocolate]

He didn't bother to repeat himself, but the scathing look he gave over his shoulder was answer enough. Mello would never believe that would happen. He wouldn't let it. He'd sooner die.

"Get off me," he said instead, quietly, knowing he'd be ignored.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"No. I've allowed you this resistance long enough. I'm going to explore and touch every part of you today, and then I'm going to make you like it and feel me burned into your skin like you can -never- get me out." He smiled. "That I have no qualms doing."

[gunsandchocolate]

"Forcing me to like it with your fucking magic or whatever the fuck it is does not mean I actually like it," Mello corrected darkly. He didn't doubt Sephiroth would do what he said. But if he forced Mello's mind into something, he wasn't getting his actual goal. They both knew that.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"Oh no no you misunderstood. I'm not going to -change- your perception my detective." He nuzzled behind his ear. "I'll just make you incapable of ignoring it. I -know- that you want the touch to some extent. I learned that the very first day." He kissed over his pulse. "I heard your heart trip at that first experiment of just heightening your senses a little, before you made me hurt you again. The desire is there, all I need is to force you to not ignore it."

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello's voice was surprisingly calm and quiet, but firm. "There is absolutely no desire for you. Trust me. Manipulating my body into responding is nothing more than that. If your goal is desire, you're going to be disappointed."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He nuzzled up the back of his neck. "The mind is powerful my detective, and you will believe what you choose to believe. However, we have a great deal yet to learn about each other." He then nibbled down the line of his spine in an oddly delicate set of actions.

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello continued to ignore him. He found none of the actions pleasurable, not when he was focusing so firmly on how much Sephiroth disgusted him. He'd fallen still again, refusing to react in any way.

"I know more than enough about you."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"Do you?" He ran his palms down his back, touch gentle, and he hummed a curious note. "Then tell me some things you know that aren't just the phrase 'you're disgusting' in longer words."

[gunsandchocolate]

Resting his forehead against the mattress, Mello listed off seriously:

"You're a control-freak, possibly with an inferiority complex. You need to be in charge of your surroundings, including the people in them, going so far as to see everything and everyone beside yourself as an object. You respect no one-- and if you do, I bet I'd really hate them too."

All the touches continued to be ignored, but Mello did not relax, stiff and unresponsive beneath his hands.

"You have power, and that makes you believe you're better than everyone. Of course, you'll say it's not a belief, that it's a fact. I know you think that. Everything you perceive is twisted through your self-absorption and your need to be above everyone. If you ever had a conscience, that's what has destroyed it by now."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He considered his words for a moment. "I respect you. Not like you want, no, but if I didn't have some respect for you I never would have wanted you." It was a murmur. "Though the rest seems rather apt, yes."

[gunsandchocolate]

"That is not respect. It's coveting," Mello corrected firmly. And he knew he'd gotten the rest right. Despite the fact he often resorted to cursing and scratching, he was still extremely intelligent. And he was not the only one upset that Sephiroth was keeping him to himself. He wondered if there would be a search for him for a while, or if they would give up soon.

He wondered who 'they' were. His coworkers, possibly others from the police... But no one who really cared for him. He didn't think he had anyone like that left, and still, for some reason, he wanted to fight for his freedom.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"I've been more than once told that my affection is a greatly terrible thing. Apparently you agree." He kneaded his fingers down his back, over his upper thighs. "How would you kill me Mello, given your choice?"

[gunsandchocolate]

"That depends on what you choose to do from now on," Mello growled softly, legs twitching away in discomfort at the touch he didn't want.

"If you go through with whatever reason you have chained me up here..." He paused, then looked over his shoulder at Sephiroth again.

"Do you know what the popular narrative of the English king Edward the Second's death is, Sephiroth?"

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He was quiet for a moment. "No, I don't. It wasn't in my lessons."

[gunsandchocolate]

"He was sodomized with a red-hot poker." Of course, that theory was actually very unlikely to be true, but it was the popular story. Guess people just enjoyed the more violent and perverse version.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He considered this for a moment, contemplative. "I approve." Clearly satisfied with whatever he'd been trying to learn, he resumed the light mapping of the blond's body.