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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]
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[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.]
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]
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[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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You…already started? I mean—- [you’re on top of me fondling my—-! he clears his throat in an attempt to summon some lucidity and brain power. blink blink.] You’re not letting me go out today anyway, so—
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he squeezes his eyes shut, but he can still feel Grey’s on him. damn…!
exasperated:] I, I-I already said I was fine! How many times do I have to say so…? Jeez… I’m not stupid! But if you treat me like I am… [he can just let his hair go then! fine!!!]
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[Grey releases Manabu's wrist so he can brace that hand against the mattress and moves a knee up onto the bed, nudging Manabu (carefully!!) with it.]
Move back a bit, I'm tired of kneeling on the floor.
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at the request, Manabu grunts, digging his elbows in to scoot back, knees drooping to keep from bumping under Grey’s arms.]
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It's already riding quite far up Manabu's torso thanks to having Grey's arm under it, and now Grey grabs it and yanks it up over Manabu's head.]
I do like how easy this is to remove.
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Upfhh-! [he scrambles to prop himself up by his hands before one at a time can lift and get free of the armholes, his hair an instant mess and cheeks puffed with a pout he's not even thinking about expressing at all.]
I-it's because nothing fits me right... [short guy problems. he rubs at the back of his head to get the staticky feeling off his scalp before slumping back out of Grey's immediate space and looking up at him.
jeez, even a brief look gives him butterflies; he swallows as he draws his knees back up on either side of him and settles on his back again, freeing up his hands to reach up (move, groper-hand) to the buttons of Grey's own shirt.]
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Manabu's complaint earns a chuckle from Grey.]
I thought it would be better to err on the larger side when I picked up your clothes. If I'd picked up something too small for you, you'd surely have taken offense.
[Poor Manabu may have his work cut out for him when it comes to undressing Grey- he'll be given a moment or two to work at those buttons before Grey loses patience and lowers himself over Manabu to start kissing his neck.]
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but then again...] Mmh... [it feels really nice when Grey gives such attention to his neck and shoulder - even the nips and outright bites feel good, though the latter still make him jolt or hiss through his teeth sometimes.
that said, buttons are mostly a lost cause (he got two, wowie) before his hands wander to grip at Grey's waist and pull him down closer, himself fidgeting to press up against him in turn. he's already gotten hard, so giving himself a little attention there just makes the rest better.]
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Hands press against his waist, and then he feels Manabu's hard-on poking his stomach. Heat surges through him and Grey groans against Manabu's skin. He wants to feel that cock properly. To yank down Manabu's shorts and play around in there.
Grey's nips and bites turn into a gentler series of licks, before he speaks again.]
You know, I bought some things the other day, while we were at the convenience store. I thought they might be useful.
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the tea?]
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[So no, not the tea.]
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[...
processing...
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A-- [there we go.] Eh? Eh?? What, uh, isn't that...I mean--I'm not a girl, Grey, so-- [WAIT.
his fingers twitch their grip on Grey.]
Hang on. That's not gonna fit anywhere, Grey!
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I know. I'm not concerned about getting you pregnant, obviously, but the condoms are- useful for making things tidier, and...
[Grey trails off, squinting down at Manabu like he can maybe psychically bypass the need to communicate if he tries hard enough. He can't, so he finally asks:]
-How much do you know about how men have sex?
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I, I-I didn't really study up or anything! I'm just! Kind of...kind of winging things here! [mortified, his hands go over his eyes as he grimaces.] Except the health concerns!
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Ah. Well. I'm fortunately well-read on the subject, so you needn't worry.
[He'd wondered if Manabu maybe picked some things up from locker room talk, but perhaps not? Does he need to explain how anal sex works?? How???]
I can show you, and if it feels unpleasant, we can stop?
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...I...Um...Yeah. Okay. [in for a penny and all that. even if it's terrifying, just being scared doesn't fix anything, does it?] I'll try.
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Wait here.
[Grey stiffly gets to his feet (Manabu's not the only one who's been getting hard) and heads to the bathroom to grab the box of condoms and the lube from where he'd stashed them the other day. He returns shortly thereafter and sits next to Manabu, placing the items between them.]
Manabu...
[His gaze drifts from Manabu's face, down his torso and to the tent in Manabu's boxers. Grey swallows, and sets a hand on the waistband.]
Let's start by taking this off.
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he startles at the sound of his name, jolted out of his reeling thoughts and fixes on the goods Grey's brought-- up until he's touched, where he again bristles, much to his own dismay.]
Uh--r-right. Yeah. Hh...hang on... [he fidgets, having to wrangle the anxious tail to get undressed, a fresh flush of embarrassment making his stomach curdle. jeez...it's not like i'm getting undressed for an examination!!
just...something new...
he gulps.]
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His throat feels oddly dry, but he speaks anyway.]
Lubricant is primarily used for penetration, but it's generally helpful for reducing friction. For example...
[He turns to bottle over in his hand and flicks the cap open, then squeezes some of the transparent gel onto his fingers. It feels a little cool, although that may be because of how heated Grey is right now.
He shuts the bottle again and sets it aside, then reaches out to touch Manabu's cock with his lube-slick fingers.]
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[being hard, he'd have been sensitive anyway, but maybe bracing for something unfamiliar just makes him more sensitive. his shoulders draw up a bit as he bites his lip to keep from making an embarrassing sound, his tail floofing out.
he blinks a couple times, fixing his gaze down at himself and Grey's hand, his head swimming a little.]
Mn...Mm-hmh-! [he nods a bit, almost forgetting to breathe in the face of all this pent-up anticipation.]
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Grey curls his hand around Manabu's cock and begins to slowly slide it up and down the length of the shaft, smearing the lube around. The entire thing soon becomes very slippery, and Manabu's cock feels hot and hard and paradoxically vulnerable in Grey's hand.
Grey scoots a little closer and leans in until their shoulders are touching.]
Do you see? Like this, it's very easy to move my hand around.
[Not that it's difficult, normally, but like this he can tug harder without worrying about potential chafing.]
How does it feel?
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the man has a limited glossary of words for good, which is a shame, because this feels more than good.]
R...really good... [wow.] Keep, keep going?
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As you wish.
[Grey kisses Manabu's cheek and tightens his grip, stroking Manabu just a little faster. Despite the tight grip, his hand slides easily up and down Manabu's cock, from the base of the shaft to the head.]
Do you want to come like this?
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Dhh...Grey, don't stop, please. [it's almost a whimpered plea as he sits forward, squirming, shoulders stiffening as his cock tenses and aches with the rising urgency being stroked out of him.]
Ah-- [very close. his head droops against Grey's shoulder, toes curling. he gasps sharply as he comes, shuddering bodily as he does so, head swimming.]
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i feel like grey has just pulled the kind of horse piss that manabu normally does
this is not the goodboy lesson he was supposed to learn from a cop
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