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[In the time following his departure from Tabito and Manabu's company, the alias "Grey" has wound up sticking.

Not that everyone calls him that, he's used a few other aliases since then, but it's what he's wound up thinking of himself as. If Grey had taken the time to think about it a bit more he might have picked something with a little less connection to Rezo's name, but it's still leagues better than thinking of himself as "Rez- wait, no, just a copy." And maybe that's why he's felt significantly calmer since he left Sairaag.

By his own standards, Grey has been laudably well-behaved; sure, he's been mostly doing under-the-table psychic work, often on behalf of criminals, but! He's been trying to keep a low profile so it's usually things like clairvoyant spying rather than anything violent, and he's been making a point of not doing anything that directly impacts the galaxy railways.

It would be extremely awkward if Manabu Yuuki had to try and arrest him, after all.

He's found himself frequently thinking about Manabu, much to his annoyance. He has no serious expectations of ever seeing Manabu again, so it's simply a waste of mental bandwidth to find himself wondering what Manabu is doing right now or where he is, or to reminisince over their incredibly brief acquaintanceship. Grey can only suppose that because Manabu was the first reasonably normal person he got to know after leaving Sairaag that Manabu is going to stick out in his mind for a while.

And it's probably because of the real estate that Manabu is hogging in Grey's mind that he's been very aware of every mention of the SDF that crosses his path. He hasn't exactly been tracking the SDF's activities deliberately, but he does pay attention to the news and the SDF frequently winds up in there, even if Manabu's name in particular isn't normally dropped.

Until the day it does.

SDF Officer Taken Hostage By Pirates]

* * *

[It's taken several weeks of investigating, but Grey has been able to track down The Huntress's client, a Dr. Parish and associates. It must be a small galaxy, because Dr. Parish is someone Grey knows. Sort of.

Rather, Dr. Parish was a colleague of Rezo's who collaborated with the man on chimera research (and other unsavory things) in the past. Not only that, the man was an ardent admirer of Rezo's superior psychic prowess, and desperate to improve his own meager abilities.

He'd had quite a shock when Grey approached him in town, but after the initial surprise it had been sickeningly easy to convince Dr. Parish that he was the real Rezo. Grey can only surmise that the man wants to believe too badly to let himself be properly suspicious. It had only taken a day for Grey to be invited to tour Parish's laboratory.

The lab's located on the grounds of a former Marquess's estate, a ways out of town and secluded by trees, a high wall, and a long drive. Grey's done a little recon before, but actually being here is different, especially since he has to navigate by cane at the moment. Grey is doing his best to politely nod and smile as Parish guides him from room to room, explaining their work and occasionally handing him things to examine himself.

But evidently Parish realizes that "Rezo" isn't entirely interested, because he stops partway through an explanation of some stem cell experiments he and a few others have been working on to say "Of course, the really interesting specimens are kept in the basement floor."

Grey already knows this. He hopes his expression seems the right sort of eager.]

Interesting?

["Something along the lines of what we did in the past. Would you like to see them?"]

Nothing would please me more.

[Grey can practically hear Parish's delighted grin. To soothe the surge of irritation, Grey reminds himself that he's going to kill this man before the end of the day and allows Parish to guide him out into the hall and to the basement entrance at the back of the building.]

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[the act of undressing Grey himself is affecting in a way Manabu hadn't really anticipated, and doing so leaves him abuzz with want and affection; he nearly forgets to discard the shirt while he's gazing lovingly and longingly at that body, but the moment going on a beat too long shakes him out of the stupor.

flustered:] I-it's better off, right? [chuck that shirt. gone.]

[As the shirt slips off Grey's arms and into Manabu's hands, Grey's hit by a heated pulse of yearning and self-consciousness. He settles back and stares at Manabu staring at him; there's an urge to cross his arms over his chest but at the same time he rather likes the dumbstruck expression on Manabu's face.

God.]

...It was getting in the way, wasn't it?

[He holds out his arms in a wordless invitation for Manabu to get back to touching and kissing.]

[being a bit more intentional and coherent than his usual horny stupor adds some pressure Manabu's not sure how to reconcile with (maybe if Grey wasn't looking at him? would that be weird? turning around? a blindfold???

he gulps, nodding a little at the remark, and reflexively bristling at the gesture. his hands lift slightly, hesitating.]

Where is it...you want me to touch you...? [he should ask, right? and not just paw around blindly without knowing?

see, it's different when he's doing it - Grey clearly always has the right of it somehow, but Manabu? no way.]

[Anywhere??? Well maybe not anywhere, it would be weird if Manabu pinched his nose or something, but Grey feels as though there's a 90% chance of Manabu's hands landing somewhere nice.

Besides, words are difficult.

In light of that, Grey hesitates, then reaches out to gently grasp Manabu's wrists and pull his hands forward to settle them on Grey's chest.]

How about we start here?

[Manabu complies, splaying his fingers out upon contact, palms pressing flush on Grey's skin. he feels a flutter that's strong enough that his eyes flick away from the risk of meeting Grey's and seeing questions or judgment.

he thinks about the way it felt when roles were reversed, which prompts him to lean in and kiss at Grey's jaw and neck - the act of which helps him ease into touching and groping around with less hesitance than just staring point-blank and feeling more the fool about it.]

[Grey tilts his head, swallowing even as he instinctively bares his throat to Manabu. His skin tingles wherever Manabu's lips and hands touch him, pleasure rippling gently through his body. And that's to say nothing of the sight, when Grey's gaze flicks down, of Manabu with his head tilted downwards and tenderly ministering to Grey's body.]

Ahn...

[It's sweet, and pleasurable, and leaves him feeling vulnerable enough to tremble. Needing purchase he reaches out and grasps the back of Manabu's head, sliding his fingers through Manabu's hair.

Lest this gesture be taken as a halt:]

Keep going.

[it does halt him - less out of alarm and more because the tingling racing up and down his spine staggers his focus; his tail lifts and curls at the tip.

after a shiver, he utters a soft, affirmative noise and returns to doting on Grey's body with his hands and mouth. he's nowhere near as brazenly covetous as Grey is, but there's earnest intention behind each movement, his ears perked for each sound of affirmation or discomfort. an impatience grows in him as wanting does, but he wants to make love, not just fuck.

...man. he does want to fuck, though.]

[Grey's overall sensitivity is heightened with arousal, but there are a few spots in particular that really wind him up. Manabu's fingertips tickle against his navel, his nipples harden rapidly under Manabu's attention, and his throat is almost too sensitive to bear.

Grey's eyes flutter shut whenever Manabu hits a particularly good spot and the intensity spikes, but afterwards he always coaxes them open so he can keep watching Manabu. Manabau's so earnest, and gentle- attentive in a way Grey's never known before.

It breaks Grey's heart, just a little.]

Manabu...

[Grey moans, and Manabu can probably feel the erection hard beneath him even before Grey grips Manabu's hip with his spare hand and grinds up against him.]

Your mouth- you feel indecently good.

Hmmh? [indecently? is that a good thing? it ends with good. that better be good, because his head's been getting rather hazy with horny delight with all this sensory input he's been receiving. in fact, Grey rubbing up on him completely obliterates any thought to question the statement, leaving a swirling buzz in its place. he pants against his skin for a moment as his head clears a little and he can parse all the little feelings into the places they come from.

the press of Grey's erection against him, the fingers in his hair, the warmth and scent of Grey's skin, the timbre of his voice...

maybe indecently good is a good statement.

he murmurs a faint affirmative, lifting out of the slouch his work had put him in, kissing blindly at Grey's chin before finding his way back to his mouth and pressing his body against his, his groping hands on his back.]

[Grey can't think to examine his own words either but if he could, he'd probably think that "decent" is the last thing he wants right now. There's certainly nothing decent about the way they're kissing, not on Grey's end at any rate- he devours what Manabu gives him hungrily, not sparing the touches of tongue and teeth.

At the same time Grey presses and grinds hard against Manabu, gripping his hip tightly, as if he needs to meld their bodies together. Their chests might be bare, but there's still a few layers between his dick and Manabu. It's frustrating, but in a way that's almost pleasant, as it helps to prolong the state of arousal. He likes that, that he can get lost in the shared moment, his head empty of all but pleasure.

As they continue to kiss and rub against one another Grey's body is wracked with needy tremors, desire tensing and coiling low in his belly. He groans into Manabu's mouth, and that hand on Manabu's hip loosens to move further back and squeeze Manabu's ass again.]

More... I want...

[It's a struggle to form words out of his wants but when he has an opportunity Grey does his best.]

I want to feel more of you, Manabu.

[Again his hand shifts, this time to wrap around Manabu's tail and give that a squeeze.]

[the steady waves of arousal from their grinding feels so very good; Manabu's liable to get lost in it all. each sound Grey makes causes a tickle across his skin to the back of his scalp where those fingers lie, giving him cause to sigh a little.

more? is that what Grey said? more would be nice, if there was any more left t--]

Ah-! [the touch causes a staggering jolt of arousal that makes Manabu's head tilt, back arching in ecstasy with the dry orgasm.] Hoh-! Hh-! Shh-hh-- [shit! that has no business feeling as good as it does.]

[Manabu's forceful reaction gives Grey a lesser jolt of his own and his hands involuntarily clench and unclench in Manabu's hair and around his tail. He's able to force himself to let go as Manabu arches but, hungry for more of that ectasy for himself, Grey leans into Manabu's neck to nip and nuzzle at his skin while Manabu writhes.

As Manabu's just beginning to come down from that high Grey wraps his arms around Manabu's waist, scoots forward and rolls onto his side, pulling Manabu with him. He means to maneuver Manabu beneath him, but a half braincell still rattling around reminds him not to crush Manabu's tail.

(He's privately getting rather fond of the furry appendage, despite the circumstances that landed Manabu with it.)

Instead Grey lets Manabu lay on his side and reposition himself as he will, while Grey climbs over Manabu to loosely straddle the other man.]

Manabu, please...

[If there's ever a sign of how addled with lust Manabu's managed to make this copy, it's that word falling from his lips. And right now, Grey's too hungry for Manabu to realize it- he trails kisses across Manabu's bare skin, steadily making his way lower and lower down Manabu's torso.]

G-grey-- [he's still seeing stars while being so easily handled and moved, panting heavily and trembling with the persistent current of pleasure coursing through his body. he hasn't come, after all; he's still hard and aching despite that rush, tense and straddling that line between pleasure and pain.

he can barely process where's he's been moved or where Grey's at before his skin is lit up again; after his tail curled and moved to let himself twist onto his back, his hips lifting as much to support that shift for comfort as it is to keep connected to Grey between the array of kisses.]

Grey...nhh... [his stomach flutters amidst the attention, knees drawing up, fingers curling into the bedsheets in his grasp.]

[Grey continues to move backwards over Manabu as his lips trail a path down Manabu's ribs, his abdomen, and finally reaching his stomach. Manabu's skin is deliciously warm and soft beneath Grey's lips. The sensation of it is intoxicating, and Grey's head swims with delight at Manabu's scent, how close they are.

He presses yet another kiss to Manabu's stomach, below Manabu's navel and just above the waistband of Manabu's pants, before moving his hands to that same waistband and fiddling with the button and zipper.]

Come on... I want to see all of you.

[He feels almost as if he might die if he doesn't get access to Manabu's cock as soon as possible.]

[he'd blush out of shame if there were any means to be any more flushed and red as he was, especially as he finds his body moving before he can think about it. digging his heels in, he lifts his hips and lets Grey pull his pants and underwear down, tail twitching where they're caught.

he bits his lip and whimpers as his cock finally gets freed from its confines, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back.]

B-because of you--that's...that's why I'm so...stirred up...

[Grey straightens up, kneeling between Manabu's legs, and tosses the last of Manabu's clothes off to the side without his gaze ever leaving Manabu.]

God.

[His eyes travel the length of Manabu's body, from the fluffy mess of Manabu's hair down the flushed musculature and settling on the erection nestled between Manabu's hips.

Because of you...

Grey's heart swells. Manabu's at once eminently touchable, and yet so lovely that Grey almost fears to- like expensive silk that he risks damaging with his hands somehow. But even as he thinks this, Grey settles a feather-light hand on Manabu's hip.

His voice hoarse:]

I never knew a man could be so beautiful.

[Manabu's eyes crack open, head tilting a bit to see Grey above him, his chest tightening. feeling like this, being looked at like that, hearing words like those...how is he not supposed to be overwhelmed and smitten?]

Because of...how you've worked me up...?

[Well, that part certainly doesn't hurt. Being able to rile Manabu up like this is one of the most gratifying experiences that Grey has ever known. His hand drifts from Manabu's hip and towards his cock, and Grey briefly makes eye contact with Manabu before making his next admittance.]

You're always lovely. But this is one of my favorite looks on you.

[Grey finally slips his hand between Manabu's legs and gently palms Manabu's balls. His head swirls a little with indecision- how to best pleasure both Manabu and himself? He'd really like to be inside Manabu, but they don't have the requisite supplies.

Perhaps later he'll have the nerve to at least broach the subject, but for now Grey settles for giving the head of Manabu's cock an experimental kiss.]

[Manabu tenses up, whimpering a little through his nose at the touch of such a delicate area; it makes his back arch a little once more.

his voice is shuddering:] It...it may as well be, if...if it's your fault... [he tapers off with a hot pant as the touch to his cock sends a fresh jolt up through his body.] Nnh...!

[Grey observes the arch of Manabu's body and listens to the tremor of his voice with great interest. Grey's position here might, under other circumstances, seem something servile; but Manabu's responses are not those of someone entirely in control. And Grey quite likes that.]

It seems you enjoy this.

[Enough that Grey feels at liberty to continue. He uses his lips, tongue, and fingers to gently stroke Manabu's cock and play with his balls. This particular part of Manabu feels almost hot enough to burn; Grey can taste salt, and smell Manabu's arousal. Occasionally, he raises his head enough to peek at Manabu's expression, hoping to gauge the man's reaction.]

[it's all he can do to keep from bucking and hitting Grey in the face, and the effort to keep still is plain on his flustered expression. resolve waxes and wanes like the rise and fall of his chest and the clenching of his stomach, toes curling in the air as another shuddering surge brings him tantalizingly close, but still agonizingly far away. he whimpers amidst his squirming, prying a hand off the bed to press against his ruddy face, both out of flustered embarrassment and a need to have a second point of sensory input that isn't driving him wild. an anchor of some kind before he loses it completely.]

Hh, harder... [his hips roll against the stroke of fingers.] Grip harder, I can't take it--! [the teasing! he's gonna go crazy.]

[Oh, that's a very good reaction, and it's enough alone to make Grey shiver with his own responding surge of arousal. Still, Grey hums against Manabu's cock and moves his mouth away.]

Should I?

[The touch of his fingers eases as well, withdrawing until he just has the tips of his index and middle fingers held still against the underside of the shaft.]

And what will you do for me if I let you?

[the separation is agony; Manabu exhales in a whimper.]

Anything. Anything. Grey, please…

[Now that is a very nice offer- although just the way Manabu says "please" requires a herculean force of effort on Grey's part not to just squeeze his cock dry then and there. Grey's entire body is tense with the struggle to stay still.]

Well then... Would you like to use your mouth to get me off? Once I've made you come?

[he would have more hesitance and think on that were he not in such a state, so there’s really no wait for a response.]

Yes. Yes, anything! Whatever you, you want, nhh-!

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