Time of Transition

[giftsofglory]

He made no move to return Mello to his room when morning came. In fact, a good week later there was still no move being made to that extent, and on that morning, when Mello woke it was to the now usual configuration of Sephiroth being wound around him, pinning his hands. This time, however, the act was accompanied by the silver haired man actually being asleep still.

Not to say they hadn't been spending all their time together, but Mello hadn't had the chance to see him asleep until then, him holding out for the blond to sleep and then rising before he could.

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[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He kissed his hair. "No, now hush. I know that's hard for you but -try-."

[gunsandchocolate]

It was the exhaustion of his weak body and the pain that made him fall still, not any desire to obey. Mello repeated his oft-stated mantra.

"I hate you..."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"So you've mentioned." Satisfied that he'd calmed, he moved one of his hands to stroke his hair.

[gunsandchocolate]

"Stop doing that," Mello told him quietly, knowing Sephiroth wouldn't listen.

He hated when the man was gentle with him when he was so angry, hated the way he spoke softly and stroked his hair like he was soothing him, like a lover would do.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"You know I won't." He kissed his temple. "I don't know why you keep asking."

[gunsandchocolate]

"Because if I gave up, I would never forgive myself." It was an honest answer. He had no reason to lie.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"That would be nothing that needs forgiving." He ran his other hand up his spine.

[gunsandchocolate]

"No one's asking you."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"That doesn't mean I'm not answering."

[gunsandchocolate]

"Oh, yeah. Real mature." He scoffed, trying to pull away again, and winced, biting his lip before he could make any sound of pain.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He tightened his arms. "I never claimed to -be- mature either."

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello stopped fighting for now, suddenly sapped of energy.

"Just shut up. I hate talking to you."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"I won't. You've given me no incentive to do so."

[gunsandchocolate]

He was too tired to keep repeating himself, so Mello was the one who stopped talking instead, shooting him a dirty look. The conversation, if it was that, was obviously over.

And nothing was accomplished. He could only hope Nakago was smart enough to win this if Sephiroth carried out on his threat. Mello believed he was. The only problem was that he was no longer even sure if his lover had given up on him... He must've, after so long. It didn't make sense.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

Satisfied with the unspoken concession, he calmly, quietly, settled into petting his hair.

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello stayed still, obviously ignoring him. His breathing was still a little harsher with pain, but he ignored that too.

Sephiroth would do as he said. Or at least try. Mello was pretty sure of that; the guy was obviously clinically insane at best. It was a long time before he spoke again, trying to think of a way to stop him.

"You shouldn't bother," he finally said softly. "There's no point. He's not looking for me."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"That doesn't matter. You want him to."

[gunsandchocolate]

"I did. But if he obviously doesn't give a fuck, I don't anymore. I don't need him," Mello snarled, and he wasn't even certain himself if he meant it or not.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"You don't truly believe that, if you did, you wouldn't fight me like you do."

[gunsandchocolate]

"I would. That's what you don't understand," he hissed. "I'm not fighting for someone else. This is fucking personal."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"Then why would my touching you have drawn his name?"

[gunsandchocolate]

He froze.

"What?"

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"I know his name, because you -told me-." He smiled,kissing his temple.

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello moved his head quickly away, suddenly understanding. He wouldn't have said it in his right mind... but he barely remembered the days he was so out of it from the pain-not-pain and the injuries.

"I told you I was fucking delirious!" he protested.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"I knew it was your honest want my detective. I could feel it since I was maintaining a light touch to check on your physical condition."