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Mello stumbled to his feet, with Axel's help, completely ignoring the idiots giggling amongst themselves. They were none of his concern. Instead, he focused on keeping his legs from feeling too much like jelly and grabbed Axel by the hand, dragging him into the nearest room and slamming the door carelessly behind them.

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[viiinote]

Well. That really was fast.

Axel didn't mind much being dragged into a nearby room and the first thing he did once the door shut and locked was head toward the bed. With a tired sigh he nearly collapsed on top of it, eyes shut and body feeling limp even though his skin was still teeming with sensitivity. It was frustrating, really, that he had to get turned on all over again, because all he wanted to do now was sleep.

"Geez," he mumbled as he opened his eyes to stare up at the ceiling. He wasn't even going to bother fixing his clothes right now.

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And Mello collapsed practically right on top of him, hooking an arm around Axel's neck and rolling off him so they were both on their sides. He sighed, content, and wriggled more fully onto the bed, suddenly laughing.

"Wonder if we should lock the door before those assholes get stupid ideas."

[viiinote]

Oof. What the hell--

It wasn't like Axel hadn't been pushed and pulled around like that before, but coming from Mello it was a little strange. As per usual, he didn't question and only let it pass as something else to think about on a rainy day. Boy. At this rate he'd have too many things.

He was about to respond when suddenly there was a knock at their door and, already knowing what it could be, Axel rolled his eyes. "Might be a good idea."

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With a groan, Mello rolled off the bed, wobbling a little on his feet but quickly stumbling toward the door and flipping the lock-- with a few choice words growled past the door.

Stretching, he ambled back toward the bed, feeling relaxed and more energetic at the same time.

"Hopefully that takes care of that." His clothes were already in disarray so he quickly took off his gun and holster (still hanging haphazardly from his belt), setting them on the dresser before wriggling out of his sticky pants, and then ditching the shirt too.