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]

He panted softly, parting his lips when Sephiroth forced his mouth open, but it stayed that way.

"I like... chocolate. And... hot cocoa." Bit repetitive, but hey.

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"Chocolate." It was a murmur, contemplative. "I like swords." His words were gentle and he nuzzled behind his ear. "Eventually, I intend to show you them."

[gunsandchocolate]

"I like guns," he muttered, unresponsive to the nuzzling, but not in the way he had been weeks ago when he'd still been capable of forcing himself to ignore everything. He'd done it for so long that it was the automatic response now-- or lack thereof. He felt things, but they didn't matter.

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He nodded slightly. "I am very fond of oranges as well." He pressed kisses down his neck and along his shoulder.

[gunsandchocolate]

"...strawberries are okay. And--" He cut off to think. "Driving. Very fast. Motorcycles so I can feel the speed." A vague smile appeared on his lips as he drifted into a fantasy of the open road.

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"I like Motorcycles as well." He ran his fingers down his belly, grazing teeth along his shoulder. It was something he'd never done before. "In fact, I have a very specialized one that I had built for me. When I know you'll stay a good boy for me, I'll take you for a ride."

[gunsandchocolate]

It was still easy to ignore, almost imperceptible as long as it was gentle. The words, however, caught his attention and he sat up slightly, suddenly more alert. "Let's go now." Strangely enough, he wasn't even thinking of escaping at the moment. All he was thinking of was the need to go outside and feel the wind.

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He shook his head, nosing under his jaw. "No. You made me not able to trust you my detective, there will be no outside for you for a while unless you're -very- good."

[gunsandchocolate]

He pulled away suddenly, raising his voice for the first time in days. "I am being good!" It was a frustrated yell, and he turned to give Sephiroth a long, wounded stare.

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He soothed him at once, petting his sides and nuzzling his cheek. "Yes you are. And I'm rewarding you. Little rewards before big rewards my detective."

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello tried to push him away, shaking his head defiantly, or maybe more in denial. "Another room then-- Don't leave me here again."

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"Will you behave if I bring you out my detective? Will you do as I say?" He drew the blond so he was straddling his lap.

[gunsandchocolate]

Finally giving up, Mello just leaned his head against Sephiroth's shoulder tiredly. "Yes," he answered, desperate. "Just... don't leave me here. I'm going crazy. I am. I hear voices and I can't tell what's real anymore and... Just don't." It was almost a sob.

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He ran his hands up and down his back, nosing against his temple. "You understand why I needed to do this,don't you my detective?"

[gunsandchocolate]

"Of course not. You're insane," Mello accused. He barely even meant anything by it anymore. He really didn't understand how he could possibly deserve this.

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He kissed his lips softly again. "Until you understand why this was required, I can't give you the really big rewards, okay? It wouldn't be good for you." He smiled softly and pressed kisses over his face. "But you can come eat breakfast in the kitchen with me."

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello was certain he would never truly 'understand' but he didn't say anything. It wouldn't be good for him? Mello wanted to scoff. None of this was good for him. Sephiroth wasn't good for him.

But he'd said that enough and the next sentence was more important anyway. Mello lifted his head without responding to the kiss. "Yes," he responded immediately, even if it hadn't been a question. He meant he wanted to. Very badly.

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He smiled slightly and nuzzled his jaw. "Can you do one thing for me first then my dearest detective? Would you kiss me back?"

[gunsandchocolate]

Staring at him without comprehending for a moment, he finally sighed and tilted his head so he could drop a tentative kiss on Sephiroth's cheek.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He ran his fingers down his cheek. "Is that the best you're willing to do?"

[gunsandchocolate]

"What the hell do you want me to do?" he snapped, drawing back suddenly. This man was torturing him and he expected a willing, real kiss?

Mello was desperate enough to get out of the room that he would do it, go through the motions at least. But it would never be real.

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"I want you to try." It was said almost gently, and he met his eyes, watching him.

[gunsandchocolate]

"...fine," he muttered, letting out a low breath and leaning in to, very uncomfortably, press their lips together. Nothing more than that.

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He petted his cheek, pressing back into the kiss, not holding him there at all but seeing how far he was going to go as of yet.

[gunsandchocolate]

That was as far as he was going. He kept his mouth closed, forcing himself to stay still a few more moments before drawing back. "There. Happy?" He sounded bitter. Which actually might have been an improvement from how empty and listless he'd sounded before. Even the idea of leaving was helping give him some energy.