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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[gunsandchocolate]

"No," Mello repeated, viciously, and moved to stand, completely disregarding his injuries. "You can't. Don't you fucking dare!"

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"Why can't I?" He met his eyes. "If you make me take drastic measures to get your attention, I will take them."

[gunsandchocolate]

His fists clenched at his sides, trembling with rage and he glared cold murder up at Sephiroth.

"You can't," he repeated. "You won't be able to. So don't you dare."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"I've done it before." He cocked his head. "Far more extensively and devastatingly than I will in this case."

[gunsandchocolate]

He refused to believe it. Nakago was strong. Much stronger than Sephiroth, nevermind those stupid powers. Nakago wouldn't let himself be hurt by someone below him.

Mello snarled. "I don't care. You won't be able to."

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He kissed his cheek softly. "You want me to prove it to you?"

[gunsandchocolate]

"No!" Mello shoved him away, nails in his throat.

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He grabbed his hands at once. "Why not? You doubt me so strongly."

[gunsandchocolate]

"That's not it," he choked out, trying to yank his hands free, hissing in pain and anger.

"Just- Just-- Fuck you! Stay away from him!"

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"Why should I?" His tone was careful, almost gentle. "If the result I have to force is breaking you, then that is what I will do. And if that -doesn't- then all the better."

[gunsandchocolate]

"Thought you said that wasn't the point!" he pointed out indignantly, still trying to pull away. The pain was getting worse, his frantic struggling pulling at the barely-healed skin on the worst of the burns, maybe even tearing but he didn't stop to pay attention.

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"It isn't, but even I have to admit defeat sometimes. I can encourage you back to yourself after if I need to."

[gunsandchocolate]

"That's not how it fucking works! You can't fucking mold me like that!"

He was panting heavily by now, his struggles weakening as he tried to pull away still to no avail, Sephiroth's grip like iron around his wrists. He yanked hard, hissing at a sharp stab of pain in his injured shoulder, a wave of nausea at the sudden intensity of it.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He moved forward, pulling Mello to his chest in a sharp motion and wrapping his arms around him, over his arms. "That's quite enough."

[gunsandchocolate]

"Stop it! Let go of me! Let go!" He gasped and thrashed and tried not to whimper at the pain, biting haphazardly at Sephiroth's chest because his arms were caught.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"Enough I said! Or are you aiming to be driven back into modified pain sense?"

[gunsandchocolate]

"No..." Mello bit his lip, pressing his face against Sephiroth's chest in a strange gesture between trying to shove him away and simply leaning on him. "Let me go..."

[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.

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"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.

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

[gunsandchocolate]

"No one's asking you."