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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.]

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[Grey's quiet for a beat, having to process the request in between the sensations that having Manabu in his lap elicits. But there's no hesitation in the response he pants against Manabu's lips.]

Yes.

[Never mind that they're on the floor of an abandoned building, Grey would take Manabu in the midst of the damned laboratory if he asked. The circumstances aren't ideal, but neither of them are ideal men, so what the hell does it matter? It's nothing compared to the need they share.

He strokes his hands up and down Manabu's back and brushes kisses over his lips and cheeks.]

How do you want me?

[Their options are a little limited, but by god he wants to do whatever he can.]

[Manabu, even with wits, is not a smart man to think about resources, especially not when thrilling over the attention being lavished on him. he forgets to answer while trying to match kiss for kiss, fingers curling and uncurling in Grey's hair.

remembering at length:] You, you can put your fingers in me. I won't fuss this time. [to that point, he shifts in such a way as to try to snag Grey's fingers against the hem of low-hanging pants, tail swishing in a twitchy arc.]

[Hell. Grey was already aroused, but after hearing Manabu say that he'd swear he feels himself get significantly harder. He absently licks his lip as his fingers catch against the top of Manabu's pants.]

Would you like that?

[As he speaks, Grey grips Manabu's pants with one hand and slides the other to the front to fiddle with the fly. Grey certainly would like to stick his fingers in Manabu (and another thing, for that matter) and he's fairly sure he tossed the lube into a bag, along with toothbrushes and towel, during the hasty packing.

The small pragmatic corner of his brain, however, points out that cleanup is going to be. Not really fully possible in a building without running water. But they can probably find a public washroom after this- and Grey's horny so. Manabu's enthusiasm here will be the deciding factor.]

[so like Grey to think about the logistics and impact; so like Manabu to think nothing at all of any of it.

he utters an affirmative noise while chewing on his own lip, grip on Grey's shoulders squeezing a bit before he decides to let go and sit back a little and help get himself out of his pants and underclothes. even the musty air still tingles on bare skin because it's air he's sharing in proximity to Grey, and the awareness that time is limited only makes it more poignant.

he doesn't want this to be a last time, but he can't kick that feeling that maybe, possible. maybe. somehow. maybe Grey's going to touch his cheek and walk away with a farewell.

the notion makes his expression wash into something a touch anguished before he's ducked his head to lavish Grey's throat and shoulders with attention.]

[Grey undoes the button at Manabu's waistband, unzips the zipper, and then tugs the fabric down from Manabu's hips. His heartbeat quickens as more and more of Manabu is exposed. It turns out there's something particularly appealing about Manabu being in just a shirt. Especially when he's sitting in Grey's lap.

Grey's view of Manabu's cock and thighs is obscured when Manabu ducks his head, and then he feels Manabu's mouth against his throat.]

Ah, God...

[His eyes flutter shut and he tilts his head to allow Manabu better access, insomuch as he can provide with his shirt still on. He needs to get it off... Grab the lube- but either of those would involve dislodging Manabu and so he puts it off for the moment. In the meantime he keeps his hands busy with groping Manabu's ass.]

[the tingling tease of Grey grabbing and groping at him makes Manabu shiver in a nice way, tail twitching and flicking a bit.

between little nips and suckles on Grey's skin:] Grab my tail...?

[because if he does, it'll feel really nice and cause Manabu to utter a truly embarrassing, whorish sound while squirming through the sensation.]

[Grey shudders at the little electric jolts of pleasure coming from what Manabu's doing to him. Fortunately, he's not so distracted that he misses the request. Manabu's certainly learning how to ask for what he wants. Grey's happy to oblige and squeezes the soft, fluff-covered limb in one hand.

When he's rewarded with that sound Grey can't help but jerk his hips. His grip on Manabu's ass and tail turns from squeezing to pressing him down, grinding Manabu's body against his with a pleased hiss.]

[so it goes.

Manabu muffles a whimper against Grey's shoulder while all the friction electrifies him - even the slight discomfort of his cock pressing between them still something terribly hypnotic.

reduced to quivering putty in Grey's hands is something that part of him is sure should be frustrating in a degrading way, but the notion is far and away.]

What--where do you want me--to move. Like this?

[Grey has entirely too many clothes on right now, but there's still pleasure and satisfaction to be had in making Manabu tremble. The man is delightfully responsive, and it sets all of Grey's nerves abuzz.

He's still rubbing against Manabu when Manabu speaks up. Moving. Right.]

...Hold onto me.

[Because Grey hasn't entirely understood Manabu's question, he proceeds to pick Manabu up and carry him over to where the sleeping bag is still rolled out. There, he deposits Manabu with a kiss to the forehead.]

Can you be patient? Just for a few moments?

[compliant and eager, but only compliant so far as eagerness allows, Manabu murmurs an acknowledgement while uncurling against the sleeping back. it's cold where Grey leaves him, and he's still electrified from all the pleasure-signals that tail-grabbing and ass-gripping have left him with.

he cannot, in fact, be very patient, and left to his own means fumbling about with ridding himself of his shirt, trying to lie comfortably while his tail and spine make nuisances of themselves; he rolls on his side as compromise to watch Grey - to ensure he's there and not going to just vanish on him; somehow his fuck-delirious brain has decided that the condition that he'll stay at all is if Manabu is more compliant than eager, and therein lies the trial.]

[Grey has the decency to at least hurry while he's rummaging through a bag for the lube. And he's eager enough, a man on a mission, to not get distracted (much) by the sounds of whatever Manabu's doing. He finds the bottle at last, buried in a dye-stained towel, and turns back to Manabu without bothering to repack anything else he's pulled out.

He sees Manabu lying there, fully naked, with his eyes on Grey, and for a moment Grey's expression softens. A complex mixture of tenderness and the urge to fuck Manabu senseless is circulating throughout his body, intense enough to make him nearly dizzy.

Grey takes a breath and crouches at one end of the sleeping bag, setting the bottle aside for the moment. He yanks off his shirt, fumbles open the fastenings on his pants, and strips off his remaining clothes so that he's entirely bare before Manabu.]

Come here.

[He holds out his hands, gesturing for Manabu to come closer, to get back on Grey's lap.]

[there's just a 'bark bark' missing from the roll onto his knees and dutifully crawling over and onto his lap; Manabu's not thinking about it, instead just zeroing in on being close again, his fidgeting faltering when getting in close means brushing his cock against Grey's, the sensation sizzling.]

Ah-- [he steadies himself by way of gripping one of Grey's shoulder, pressing in to let Grey move him as he pleases.]

[As Manabu settles in Grey briefly tenses at the jolt from that touch against his cock, then wraps an arm around Manabu's waist. His other hand settles against the back of Manabu's head, curling slightly in his hair and pulling Manabu in for a deep, leisurely kiss.

He can't help but rub up against Manabu a little more, although he moves slowly enough that it's more of a tease for both of them. It just feels indescribably good to have Manabu's bare skin pressed against his.

He pauses in this kiss shortly enough and loosens his grip on Manabu so the other man can shift a bit easier.]

Lift your ass for me, Manabu.

[Manabu all but drowns in that kiss before Grey's movements jolt him to respond in kind and keep him from utterly zoning out in sensation. hungrily, he meets leisure with insistence - he has to do his best.

his mouth hangs open, lips wet and quivering a bit as he blinks blearily. it takes a second to register the ask as words and not just noise mingled in with the sound of his name.]

J-just pull my tail up, then. [that'll do some lifting and feel pretty good in the process, eliciting a similar, besotted whine and a clutching at Grey's hair while sitting up on his knees.]

[Grey huffs a little laugh at Manabu's response.]

Greedy, aren't you?

[That doesn't prevent Grey from actually doing it, of course. Manabu's tail makes an excellent handle and he always enjoys the way Manabu reacts to having it played with. His scalp tingles where Manabu clutches at his hair, more so when Grey leans to brush kisses against Manabu's neck.

As he adjust Manabu's position to his liking:] Stay like this... Yes, here. Hold onto me.

[Grey withdraws his hands from Manabu to reach for the lube, and then there's a quiet click as he sightlessly fiddles with it behind Manabu's back. Every now and then he presses another kiss to Manabu's skin, and it won't be terribly long before Manabu feels slick fingers stroking his back entrance.]

[it's still uncomfortable at onset, but riding the high of all the pleasurable sensations stacked up on him takes the edge off.]

I-is this okay? [he manages to check in while shivering and squirming against the fingers' work.] I mean--nn--You don't-- mind this? Do you?

[like, would he rather not bother prolonging their time together this way?]

[The question makes Grey ??? for a moment before he huffs. Really, Manabu can be so foolish sometimes.]

Manabu, there is nothing I enjoy more than making you squirm. [To punctuate the statement, he presses in a little harder.] You're so responsive. So open. I adore it. [He resumes mouthing at Manabu's neck, kisses turning into lecherous nibbles and licks.]

[there's a little sound that Manabu tries to stifle when pressed, but there's no poker facing through the pulse; his ears perk and flop back down, face flushing anew in light of all the praise-filled assurance. his traitorous tail wags after that initial stiffening and floofing, and Manabu's reduced to melting, relief mottled in his shaky exhale before he's bidden to little winces and grunts at the nipping. it's nothing dire, but it's the kind of prodding done to get the kind of noises he's making.

he can be happy instead of guilty, then, to feel the kind of gratification he's getting under all this attention. Grey's pleased to give it.

it's not long before he's trapped between wanting to squirm against his hands and rub up against his cock, dueling pleasures that demand even measures of attention without concession - about the nicest conundrum to be in, especially when entrusted to Grey's care.]

Wh, whatever you want...I, I can take it. See? So, so don't hold back.

[Grey lifts his lips from Manabu's neck, breathing against his skin.]

That's quite the offer.

[Manabu tastes so good, and Grey's sorely tempted to bite down harder. He has a perverse desire to taste Manabu's blood, but the idea of actually harming him is unpleasant.

Besides, he's already busy pushing a fingertip inside of Manabu, slowly going deeper into the warmth of his body. And Manabu keeps wriggling, Grey can feel his thighs and cock rubbing against him, and it's all enough as it is to make Grey feel like purring.]

You trust me that much?

[there's a more sincere answer to this, but he's a bit too wound up to relay it. so cliffnotes it is:] Nh--ye, yeah, I--you, I do. Of course!

[At this point, it's not really a surprise. But it still feels good to hear Manabu say it. Grey groans softly and curls his finger inside of Manabu, stroking to wind Manabu up further.]

[Manabu gasps, arching against the shock of sensation, holding his breath for the heartbeats it takes for that throb to leave behind the pressure, leave behind a warm and sweating and trembling frame and fingers clutching tightly onto Grey.]

There, you like that, don't you?

[He strokes Manabu like that for a little longer, until Manabu seems suitably on the verge of going mad. And then Grey withdraws to resume working on Manabu's entrance, gently rubbing the ring of muscle and coaxing into opening wider for his fingers.

He murmurs as he works, quiet assurances that Manabu's doing well and promises that Grey's going to make him feel good. He doesn't think much about what he's saying, paying more mind to the responses Manabu gives him.]

[it is a bit mind-numbing in a way Manabu's sure to be embarrassed about when he has enough of a brain to be embarrassed with, but for now he's been groped and prodded into a whimpering, flushed, squirming mess clutching and writhing in Grey's grasp and it's kind of amazing in a distressing kind of way.]

I-I feel crazy--

[There's something that's simply fun about holding onto Manabu while he's struggling like this, even setting aside how incredibly erotic it is. Grey spreads his fingers gently but insistently, and smiles warmly at every whimper that escapes Manabu's lips.]

You feel incredible. You'll feel even better when I'm inside you.

[He reaches with his spare hand and quite casually grabs onto Manabu's tail, giving it a squeeze.]

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