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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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[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.

[The picture Manabu paints is, superpowers aside, not the most flattering portrait of a man. The description makes Grey sound pitiful and unpleasant.]

And yet you keep embracing me.

[The comment is dry, but without any real bite to it. Manabu has accepted Grey as an unpleasant stranger and a dangerous criminal, and treated him with respect and kindness throughout, while also remaining entirely honest with him. He isn't so egotistical that he won't be grateful for that.

Grey leans in- stifling a noise when his cock throbs because yes, currently being "embraced"- and utters in a low voice:]

You have terrible taste in men.

[Grey brushes feather light kisses over Manabu's cheek.]

[Manabu's eye closes on that side, his mouth twitching as he exhales a faint, nervous laugh.]

Oh, I--I don't know... It...says something that...you still came to help me. You...you've interrupted your life for me. [his head tilts down a little, grazing Grey's at the temple.]

You didn't go away and...stay gone.

You came back.

[that's pretty significant, considering.]

It's the best thing I've ever done.

[Grey tucks his fingers under Manabu's chin and kisses him properly on the lips.

There's a bit of a pall on what Manabu says because- Grey's going to go away again, and soon, and they both know it, even if Grey is no longer sure of how he'll bring himself to when the final moment is at hand. But something has shifted for him in the last few moments.

Manabu has always been honest with him, and now Grey realizes he wants to do the same. He wants to tell Manabu everything- about Grey being a copy, about Rezo and Eris and what Grey did to escape. The idea terrifies him, but he's certain he'll regret it if he never says anything.

...Just maybe not right now, when he has his cock inside of Manabu. They've managed to use their words admirably well but there are far better moments for that kind of conversation.

Grey draws back and sets his hand on Manabu's hip.]

Manabu? Would you like to try moving?

[Surely he doesn't intend to leave Grey here indefinitely, hard and aching?]

[that remark, sealed with a kiss, makes Manabu's heart ache in such a pleasant way. he reciprocates in earnest, reluctant to part, though breathing dictates; he presses his lips to hang onto that warm feeling after Grey's pulled away and shifted his focus.]

Hmmh? [an ear twitches.] Oh. Ah--ye, yeah, sure. Um. [he returns his hands to Grey's shoulder, fidgeting carefully to position his knees better and start to sit up, shuddering a little with the sensation it triggers.]

Oh--hh, ha--

Mm...

[Grey takes a shaky breath and braces himself back slightly with one hand against the ground. His other hand remains on Manabu's hip, pressed firmly without gripping or otherwise potentially impeding Manabu's motions.

The pulses of pleasure he feels with each movement tempt him to grab Manabu properly and slam up into him, again and again until he reaches his peak- but for the moment he holds back, wanting to see how Manabu does when he's in charge of setting the pace.]

[Manabu's a few minutes out from the last mind-melting tail grab, so he's now more focused on Grey than himself, ears primed for sounds of discomfort (preferable to hearing the way Grey's cock sounds while moving) while he's figuring this out without guidance.

...he wouldn't mind that guidance, but if Grey's not going to give it, Manabu straightens until he can feel Grey's head nearly leave him before lowering down with more care than is really called for, side-eyeing Grey for response.

this may be a bit over-cautious, but then...he remembers the hair yanking.]

[Grey's breathing is heavier than normal but if there's any discomfort from Manabu's careful movements it's only the discomfort of wanting more. And in Grey's opinion the wet sounds made by his cock sliding in Manabu's ass are quite pleasant, though it certainly helps that it's accompanied by the pleasing way that Manabu's ass grips onto his cock.

When Manabu nearly withdraws Grey instinctively grabs Manabu's hips with both hands and tightens his hold.]

Keep- Keep going.

R-right-- [he eases back down, a little sound in his throat. it's hard to separate the sensation itself from the way Grey is responding - they're connected near as much as...they are actually connected.

on his way back up:] Faster? Slower? I don't wanna...nnah, ah, do this wrong...

[God, he loves the little sounds Manabu makes. Grey briefly closes his eyes, the better to relish them.

When Manabu voices some proper words Grey settles back further, and slowly opens his eyes again. At this angle Grey can get a better look at Manabu, and admire the movements of his body. He really is beautiful.

Faster or slower?]

Faster.

[The roughness of Grey's voice make it come out more demanding than he intends.]

[Manabu would follow him down a bit, but...kind of stuck where he is. and being upright is likely the better play here.

Grey's tone makes him bristle and flush, his mouth twitching up on one side; he usually doesn't like orders being growled at, but context really is everything, isn't it? this is appealing.

in spite of the burn in his thighs, Manabu does as he's told. it's a little awkward at onset finding a cadence that's both comfortable and not staggered, but it is found...and this, even more than the demand itself, is pretty damn appealing.

(hot, the word is hot. the word isn't in Manabu's vernacular, but y'know.)]

[Manabu's effort is rewarded with harsher breathing from Grey, guttural moans escaping his lips as the pleasure ebbs and peaks with every motion up and down. His fingers dig into Manabu's hips and thighs, animalistic and possessive. When he gazes up at Manabu, there's no disguising the lust in his eyes, in the way he bares his teeth.]

God, yes-

[He unclenches a single hand from Manabu's hip and wraps it around Manabu's cock, beginning to stroke in tune with Manabu's movements.]

[between the stuttered grunts and whimpers, Manabu has breath to exhale in a frazzled laugh - up until Grey grabs him and makes him suck in a sharp breath through his teeth and let it out with a stifled groan.]

Oh, jeez-- [his ears flatten as he quivers.] Shh, shit, Grey-- [you made him say a swear!]

[Poor Manabu, being corrupted by a terrible scoundrel like Grey.

Grey himself laughs a little at Manabu's shocked reaction.]

Do you like that, Manabu?

[Hopefully Manabu does, because Grey has not stopped stroking his cock.]

[there must be a word for feeling cross-eyed when it's your pleasure centers crossing and not your eyes, but Manabu doesn't know it - certainly can't think it while another rush of fluster-based heat overtakes him.]

J-jeezhh-! [he huffs, rolling his shoulders like that's going to stop the tingles shooting up his spine (nope). his eyes flutter while he hunches forward and starts moving again.] Ye-yeah, ah--it's--prettygood, yeah!

Haah-

[Grey breathes a harsh sound and his stomach twitches as ripples of pleasure wash through him. Manabu feels so good, he looks so lovely, he smells amazing...]

God!

[Once Manabu starts moving properly, he can't hold himself back anymore. Grey begins to move in tandem with Manabu, not just jerking him off but also bucking his own hips- pulling back when Manabu lowers himself, then thrusting up whenever Manabu raises his hips.]

[conversation breaks down as far as words go, but their bodies pick up the slack. Manabu's stuttered moans - stuttered by Grey lunging back up against him - speak to how crazy Grey makes him feel. the way he writhes into his hand speaks to the urgent need for more; the way his grip digs into his shoulders speaks to how hard it is to keep this up for too long.

he moves faster, urgent, desperate, trapped between pleasure points and the drive of instinct to keep moving until something finally gives.]

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