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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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[It takes a bit before Grey's movements slow down and, gradually, come more or less to a stop. Even then he's trembling, a satisfying buzz still lingering in his limbs and up and down his spine. It's going to take a little more time before he fully pulls himself together.
And. Manabu's here. It's nice to hear, even if it doesn't really need to be said with the way he's already enveloping most of Grey's senses. Still, Grey blinks hazy eyes a few times until Manabu's face comes into focus.
He looks distinctly rumpled. Grey probably is similarly disheveled.]
Manabu...
[Oh dear. He's beginning to sound like a broken record, isn't he. A soft, wry smile curves his lips.
I'm here. Still. So Manabu had said.]
Ever the steadfast officer, aren't you.
[Not the sort to run out, even when Grey is going mad taking his pleasure in Manabu's body.]
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I'm...not really an officer right now...am I? [this isn't what officers do.]
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No?
[Grey pulls back a little and sets his hands lightly on Manabu's chest. He can feel the thumping of Manabu's heart and the motions of Manabu's breathing.]
Just Manabu, then?
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[Grey's voice is soft and, seeing that Manabu seems to enjoy the touching, he presses a little firmer against Manabu's chest and begins to caress him.
Although after a bit, a thought occurs to Grey.]
...One moment, please.
[As good as it feels to be inside Manabu, Grey probably shouldn't let himself get too soft in there. At least, not while he has the condom on. He moves back slowly, carefully pulling himself out of Manabu with a shudder.]
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man, that's weird... weirder to think he liked it better on the way in than out? even so, it means he can move his legs without fear of disturbing Grey, getting both heels on the mattress to help him sit up a little, propping up on his elbows.]
...You okay?
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Mm. Yes. [Grey's very stimulated, but it's been mostly good stimulation so he has no complaints. More importantly...]
How did you like it? [His gaze drifts down to Manabu's erection.] You certainly seemed to respond to it.
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looking askance:] I, I mean...I guess that's obvious.
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Be a good boy and wait for me.
[Because Grey then has to take a minute to get the condom off, tie it, and get up to toss it in the garbage. Lots of unsexy logistics, but probably better than having to wait for Grey's cum to seep out of Manabu's ass would have been.
Though the bedsheets will need washing regardless...
At any rate, Grey returns to Manabu as soon as possible, kneeling on the mattress beside him.]
Shall we resume?
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the quizzical, slightly anxious mindset is plainly readable on his expression - one that fixes back on Grey in a double-take.]
Eh? We-wait. [resume???] Er, how many times are you...doing that? [my ass is gonna rip in half!!]
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Until you've had enough.
[...Of getting off, not necessarily of getting his ass fucked, but since Manabu did not say that part out loud Grey does not think to mention it. He's still in a refractory period, he can't just shove it in again just yet.
But since Manabu's gotten hard again surely he needs Grey to take care of it, right?]
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Oh, is that it?
[And now Grey smirks, amused at poor Manabu's expense.]
Then we can leave it untouched until another time.
[Because Grey definitely wants a second time, even if it can't be right now. Hopefully that's not too alarming a proposition for Manabu.]
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What else would you appreciate?
[Y'know, because Manabu's always has an easy time articulating his sexual preferences.]
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[he glances down at himself, feeling an extra shade embarrassed of getting hard again - as though that weren't a feature.]
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...I think we can manage that.
[His hand curls around Manabu's; with the other he reaches out and touches Manabu's stomach. His fingers are still a bit wet from all the lube he'd been handling, and he shifts his touch down until his palm bumps against the head of Manabu's cock.]
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Don't stop. [not that he is! just! you know! not until he's done here! it's not that long a wait.]
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Hhh...mmh. Th-thanks...
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You're welcome, Manabu.
[His hand is soaked; Grey absently wipes some of it off on Manabu's thigh (it isn't as if Manabu wouldn't need to wash up otherwise) and slides his other arm around Manabu's shoulders.]
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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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