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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"Specifics clearly escape you." He muttered this with no small amount of irony. "If I wanted that from someone else, I know someone who would gladly do so, courtesy of nothing I ever did. There would be no fight and it would be worth -nothing-, no matter -how- pretty he is. As for what it has to do with you....your stubbornness reminds me a bit of someone who died, enough that it let me decide I wanted -you-." He squished him hard against his chest, enough to make breathing a tad less difficult. "You caught my attention by having qualities I liked, now you get to live with it."

[gunsandchocolate]

"Specifics don't matter in this situation," Mello defended himself stiffly, squirming helplessly beneath the crushing force of Sephiroth's embrace. It was hard to breathe, and he craned his head away, gasping slightly.

"You're sick. I don't care who I remind you of, you're fucking psychotic and sick. Let me go!"

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He huffed softly, dipping his head to murmur directly in his ear. "Why haven't I fucked you?"

[gunsandchocolate]

"Because you're waiting for me to be properly obedient and want you," he scoffed, perfectly sure of his answer, though refusing to believe it would ever happen.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"No." It was a simple, soft, reply. "I would like to be wanted, yes, but that has no bearing on sex. Try again."

[gunsandchocolate]

"And I'm never going to want you," Mello growled, still trying to get him to let go. "I can't breathe," he pointed out suddenly, partly in displeasure at being wrong.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"You will, in time. No, I haven't fucked you because -you-." He paused, leaned in, voice gentle and low as he eased his hold a fraction. "Are fragile."

[gunsandchocolate]

"I am not fragile!" Mello scoffed resentfully, using the small bit of room he had to shove at Sephiroth's chest again. He didn't think it bore repeating that he'd never want the fucker either. Apparently Sephiroth was just going to ignore that fact, and the fact that driving him insane first didn't fucking count.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"So if I had sex with you right now, it wouldn't affect you on any sort of level?" His tone was more than doubting.

[gunsandchocolate]

"You don't care what affects me poorly," Mello shot back scathingly. He was far from asking for Sephiroth to rape him-- merely pointing out that it had already been that bad, and Sephiroth hadn't cared, so why start now?

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"Mello." He shifted in place, turning the blond slightly. "If I didn't care what affected you poorly I would have had sex with you. Not only that, but I would have heightened your every sense and made you crave my touch so badly you couldn't think without me near you." He shook his head slowly, meeting his eyes with those strange feline ones he hadn't bothered to hide since the first time he'd taken his contacts. "I would not have healed you, I would have left whatever marks whim had dictated, and I would have made you like that as well. I actually care what you are, however, so I've done none of that. I haven't turned you into the obedient simpering creature I could because that is not what I -want- no matter what you believe."

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello listened silently, falling still. His voice when he spoke was resigned, but still cold. "I believe you. But, to me, the difference is small. And, fundamentally, slavery is the same."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"I don't want a toy, my detective, I want a pet. Those things are so different you'll never comprehend."

[gunsandchocolate]

"You're right," Mello agreed scathingly. "I won't. But that's because neither is an option I consider tolerable."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"It's not so different from having a lover, I would just have a bit more control."

[gunsandchocolate]

"That last part is what makes it completely different," Mello corrected in a low hiss.

"A lover is an equal."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"I know. I refuse to ever do that again."

[gunsandchocolate]

"Again?" Mello scoffed, glaring up at him skeptically.

"So you had a relationship that ended badly? Who hasn't? Get the fuck over it. Enslaving people to be your companions is not the way to fix it."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"I had a lover once." He narrowed his eyes a bit. "He died because he was his own person and was often out of my sight. That will -not- happen again. So I am taking measures to ensure the one I am attached to won't ever be in a position where they're so far from me it's an option. You may not agree to the methods or reason, but I will not change my intent."

[gunsandchocolate]

It was easy to put together now, after what Sephiroth had said earlier of him being reminiscent of 'someone who died.' Mello stared up at him with sheer disgust written all over his features.

"Dehumanizing the one you're supposedly 'attached' to won't get you the perfect lover, Sephiroth. You're fucking deranged."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He snorted softly. "I may have done things you do not like, but I'm not dehumanizing you. I fully intend to hang on to every bit of humanity in you as well as I can. I just want you to stop fighting -against- me. Once that happens, I will be satisfied. Anything beyond that will take its own time."

[gunsandchocolate]

"You sure have a fucking thick skull," Mello snapped, trying to shove him away again harshly.

"You drugged and abducted me, tied me to a fucking bed, wouldn't even let me take a piss by myself, and yet you insist you're oh-so-concerned for my health and personality? Are you listening to yourself and how fucking insane you are?!"

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"I understand perfectly well exactly what my mind is like." He moved a hand to grab one of Mello's, pulling it off his chest to look at it. "Extensive time alone while grieving, I've learned is very bad for a person's mental state. Especially if one finds the immediate revenge garnered at the forefront of it inadequate, and the subsequent collapse of one's enemies' entire world also inadequate. Then again, it's understandable because a loved one can never be replaced. Thus, he will -not- be replaced, and I now have you instead. Unfortunately for you, you don't get any benefits of my sweeter side until you yield, because I refuse to treasure you for obviously hating me. Still, if you find it at all reassuring, I knew about -you- before you knew about me. I almost -never- handle taxable goods through my own connections."

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello stared at him, listening without it doing anything for his disgust, and tried to wrench his bruised and scraped hand away.

"Then you will never get what you want," he hissed. "Because I guarantee that I'll just keep hating you." He paused, processing that new bit of information, and added with utter loathing, "Especially if you set me up for this."

He'd been drawn out. The chill making his skin prickle had nothing to do with his lack of clothing. He'd been drawn out specifically to be captured, and he'd played right into this fucker's hand. He could barely believe it, and that hatred for Sephiroth was starting to leak into self-loathing too, for being so goddamn careless and stupid and-- He fucking hated the bastard, dammit.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"For now, hate is enough. Hate can turn into an obsessive form of love and I am perfectly fine with that result. I see no cause to lie to you about anything. I wanted you badly enough I took a risk and a great deal of time to get you." His fingers tightened on his wrist, but not tot he point of pain.