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 didn't really give a damn about color right now. All he cared about was that the room was new, large, and the bed wasn't fixed with restraints. He struggled slightly in Sephiroth's grip to look around more thoroughly.

"Is this your room?"

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"It is." He set him on his feet. The carpet was as soft as he could get carpet to be.

[gunsandchocolate]

He was glad to be set down, and immediately curious. It seemed his fit of rage had ebbed; he didn't try to destroy anything, but he did walk around to get a feel for the place. The nicer quality of the room wasn't lost on him, and it somehow made him feel slightly better. He knew it was only a more lavish prison, but the lack of everything he'd grown to dread in his room was important.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"Contrary to what my reactions to pain may imply to you, I'm actually highly sensitive to physical contact be it from people or objects, this room is catered to that."

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello glanced over his shoulder.

"That just means I have to hit harder."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

His lips twitched. "That wouldn't make it hurt more after what you've done to yourself."

[gunsandchocolate]

"Thought you were all sensitive," Mello scoffed. He wasn't entirely serious, but he was clearly trying to be unkind.

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"I am." He rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "I can see colors in this room you can't, my clothes are an incredibly expensive weave of cloth, and I can feel every bit of texture in your skin when I touch you. Outside of my contact with you, I always wear gloves. Do you remember that from before you came here?"

[gunsandchocolate]

"Yeah. Whatever," he muttered grudgingly. He remembered-- but hadn't thought it important. He often wore leather gloves as well, for no better reason than that he liked them.

He sat on the bed, just on the very edge, not looking at all comfortable but rather resigned.

"Why did you bring me here?" Sephiroth always had a reason. Usually one he didn't like.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"Because you would have broken if I'd left you there."

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello's eyes dropped to his lap. "Don't say that."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"Am I wrong?" It was said very softly.

[gunsandchocolate]

For once, Mello answered honestly, quietly. "I don't know." A pause.

"But isn't that your goal?"

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"No. If that were my goal I would have taken a very different approach."

[gunsandchocolate]

"You've told me what you want." Mello lifted his eyes again, meeting Sephiroth's seriously.

"To me, that's the same thing."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"No. You'll understand the difference once you meet others."

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello frowned.

"Others? What others?"

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"Did you really think I intended to keep you isolated to the end of your days? I do intend to bring you out once I know I can trust you."

[gunsandchocolate]

"You didn't answer my question," Mello pointed out coldly, ignoring his words despite the spark of excitement the word out brought to him. He wanted to go outside. Very badly.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"People I know, and eventually pet circles. Believe it or not, you would be my first pet, and I -do- want to show you off, once you let yourself be worth showing off."

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello's lip curled back immediately in a snarl and he rose to his feet, hands clenched at his sides.

"I will not be 'shown off' for your sick pleasure to your sick friends in some freak show!"

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

His voice was very quiet. "I would never call them friends, my detective. And I would never allow them to touch you."

[gunsandchocolate]

"That's not the point," he insisted loudly, viciously, and looked like he might start throwing things again from the way he was standing on-edge, eyes wild.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"Then what is?" He met his eyes, waiting.

[gunsandchocolate]

"I keep repeating and you never listen." Sephiroth was stronger than him directly, but he suddenly made a grab for his shirt anyway, trying to yank him down to his level and spitting out, livid:

"I. Am. Not. Your. Pet. Nor will I ever be! I'd rather die!"