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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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[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.]

[any thought or retort to the remark is eradicated by the surge of orgasmic sensation at the touch, and Manabu tenses and trembles with a ravished moan.

while there's still spots in his eyes, not a drop of sense in his head:] Yes. Yes. Anything-- Anything--

[The squeeze is followed up with a few tugs, just to really drive Manabu insane. And compliant, evidently.

Grey really likes it when Manabu says anything.]

Is that so?

[Grey reluctantly withdraws his hand and fingers from Manabu and with one hand he plucks the lube from where he'd earlier set it aside. With the other, he takes Manabu's wrist and lifts Manabu's hand so that he can pass him the small bottle.] Here.

[panting, throbbing, and tingling all over, Manabu blinks blearily in his daze at what's now been pressed into his hand.]

Eh...? [was he asked to do something?]

[Not yet, no, but Grey's more than willing to give Manabu some instructions.]

You're going to apply this to my cock. And then you're going to take my cock inside of you. And you will ride me until I come.

[Grey chucks a finger under Manabu's chin, coaxing him into meeting Grey's eyes as he gives Manabu a smile.]

Can you do that for me, Manabu?

[addled though he is, Manabu somehow has it in him to quiver, eyes fluttering with a fresh flush. it's the silken purr of Grey's voice that does it, makes him feel electrified. couple that with looking back at that near-serene smile, and there's really nothing he could say against it.]

...I, I can do that.

[he has to have Grey assist him in not dropping the bottle while his fingers, that had been tightly grasping and clawing, remember their dexterity to some degree, and maybe a bit of chiding for taking too long lathering Grey's cock, forgetting the goal isn't just to stroke him by hand.

he rises on his knees and lets Grey guide him, trembling, tail twitching when Grey's hands take hold of his ass again - bracing when he's gradually penetrated, uttering a soft whimper.]

[Grey huffs, a pleased heh sound. That's his Manabu all over- he always has a way of rising to meet a challenge.

The clumsiness is also characteristic (though Grey may have a slightly skewed perspective after helping Manabu recover from invasive surgery and all) and Grey has to fumble to keep Manabu from beaming him in the stomach with the bottle.

He stifles a gasp when Manabu's lube-slick fingers finally make contact with his aching cock. He's been so focused on Manabu's reactions that he's almost forgotten how hard he is, but the slippery sensation of Manabu's hand lubing him up is a shocking reminder. The buzz of pleasure only grows stronger as Manabu works, making Grey's cock slicker and slicker, and it isn't terribly long before Grey, panting, has to shove a hand against Manabu's shoulder.]

I think it's time to move on to the next part.

[Manabu is wonderfully compliant as Grey helps him through the next part, spreading Manabu with his hands and gently but insistently pulling him down. He hisses out a slow breath as he finally breaches Manabu's entrance, and he feels that tight ass opening up around the head of his cock.]

Nnn.

[Grey keeps pushing in deeper, further, gradual but not stopping for any whimpers. As Manabu's hips lower to meet Grey's, he eventually loosens his grip on Manabu's ass and rubs light circles over Manabu's ass cheek and thigh.]

There you go. You're doing well.

[lucidity makes a valiant effort in returning thanks to the pressure of Grey's cock. it hurts in ways Manabu isn't sure he could explain, because it's not the visceral kind of pain he'd recoil from; he's tense and whimpering, but not fighting to get free. it's that connectivity, the way Grey's composure suffers from the act, making it clear they're both walking that tightrope together in their ways. it makes the pain more compelling than concerning.]

I-it doesn't hurt you?

[Grey's eyes flutter shut as he absorbs the sensations. Manabu's warmth, his scent, and that grip enveloping his cock...]

No. But you're very tight.

[He absently slides his hand up again and begins to stroke up and down Manabu's lower back.]

How does it feel?

Uh, hh-hard, haha-- [he has the brain to feel a beat of sheepishness, trying to be still even though Grey's fingertips tickle his spine and paint fresh goosepimples across his skin.] You're... [he squeezes and then relaxes his grip on Grey's shoulders.] You're a lot more than, than me...

[There's a beat while Grey processes that, still silently petting Manabu's lower back. If he weren't already flushed, Grey might blush.]

Really? Your perspective might be skewed since I'm, er, inside you right now. [And it's not like Manabu's taken in a ton of other dicks for comparison. ~~He'd better not start either!~~] I imagine that would make it more- noticeable...

[Manabu lets out a feeble laugh, ducking his head.] I, I think it still counts! Since...this I only have my, my own perspective to work with.

[It's too feeble a laugh for Grey to properly feel it, but with the way they're connected right now Grey feels extra aware of whatever Manabu does. And that little laugh on its own distracts him with a curl of warmth in his chest.]

Well... [Grey can't put together a rebuttal, particularly because so much of his blood flow is directed towards his dick instead of his brain right now. So he shifts the subject a little, after a noticeable hesitation.] Is it bad?

[with a little shake of his head:] No. [it's a lot, but Manabu's not classifying that as bad, especially not looking Grey in the multi-colored eyes like this.

he follows the compulsion to lift his hand and sweep hair away from Grey's eyes to better see them.]

I think...feeling like this, with you. It's... [a lot.] Important. To me. And-and I don't think it'll ever be bad. Because it's you.

[Those eyes Manabu sees won't look quite as mismatched as usual, with both pupils large and dark as he stares at Manabu with deep hunger.]

Ah...

[His entire body feels taut, a spring wound tight as it can go. When Manabu sweeps some hair aside Grey tilts his head towards Manabu's hand, unthinkingly chasing that gentle touch. His gaze remains firmly locked onto Manabu's face.]

Who am I, then? What do you think I am?

Eh? [Manabu blinks a couple times. are these trick questions? he's a bit too...encumbered to be taking a critical quiz right now.

well, if he's not studied, he'll just have to go with is gut.] You're...you, Grey. You're kind of a sourpuss, and you can be mean sometimes...or overreact. You've been through a lot, so that--that tracks.

You're a guy who's been through a lot.

[beat.]

And you have superpowers.

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