Another soft whimper caught in his throat, slipping past his bloodied lips as he was picked up. Mello was a dead weight in his arms, completely still save for the occasional little shudder and the rapid rise and fall of his chest. More physical contact and the warmth of Sephiroth's body seemed welcoming and Mello let his head rest against the larger man's chest, still feeling those little tingles of pleasure that didn't quite fit in with anything else. He should be screaming in pain, not vaguely aroused-- he knew that somewhere in the back of his head but there was no chance of making sense of the world right now.
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Date: 2011-06-27 09:49 am (UTC)