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thehauntedfrequency2024-03-04 10:16 pm
repeatedprayer) wrote in thehauntedfrequency2024-03-04 10:16 pm
doggone
[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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and since it technically counts as being in the bedroom, Manabu takes like three steps in and immediately turns around to kiss him again, each indulgence making him more confident to take another, like sneaking treats before dinner.]
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You're so eager. [Another kiss, and then:] I like it.
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[and it's not like he can immerse himself in work like he's apt to!! so why not immerse himself in--okay let's. yeah anyway]
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[Grey slides his hand behind Manabu's waist and tugs him along, leading the two of them to the bed. Occasionally pausing to give Manabu a kiss, like someone setting up a trail of breadcrumbs.
When they reach the bed Grey pulls Manabu down onto it with a laugh and the creaking of bedsprings.]
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except, for once, thinking ahead:] Ouh, hang on-- [he sits up so he can peel the robe off and get that out of the way. less laundry.]
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For his dedication to saving on laundry, Manabu will be rewarded with an appreciative sound from Grey and a hand sliding over his hip, fingertips poking beneath the hem of his shirt. Grey's eyes trace over the bare skin of Manabu's thighs and cock with undisguised interest.]
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A, auh...did you have something in mind?
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He slips his hand down between Manabu's legs to touch his cock, feather-light.]
Would you like it if I took you into my mouth?
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a no-brainer:] I, yeah, I think so. Yeah.
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Come closer, then.
[He curls his hand around Manabu's cock as he speaks, although it's a light, loose grip; partly so he doesn't prevent Manabu from moving closer but also partly for the sake of teasing him.]
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after a couple blinks to snap sense back.]
R-right, right, yeah. Uh. [he considers the logistics of scooting up, maybe holding onto the headboard for balance? but--] Wouldn't it be better if I was lying down?
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He raises a brow at the hesitation and the following question, but Grey's response is easy in tone.]
Take whichever position you prefer.
[As long as Manabu stops pussyfooting around and lets Grey suck his dick, Grey's good.]
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Okay, you move.
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Comfortable?
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either way:] Mn. Yeah. [his tail thumps once on the mattress almost as a second assent.]
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Very good.
[And now they have business to get down to- but since Manabu's face is right there Grey leans down and gives Manabu a deep, leisurely kiss.]
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When he's nearly breathless Grey withdraws and finishes the last bit of unbuttoning. His gaze flicks over Manabu's flushed face and chest before he lowers his head again to start kissing and licking his way down Manabu's chest and torso.]
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the mix of antsiness and anticipation hastens his breath and yields a handful of half-formed utterances when Grey hits some area that's extra ticklish or reactive - mostly near the nipples and navel. each sound gets a sheepish sound in accompaniment like an apology just out of reflex.
if any of it prompts a halt or glance up, he grins sheepishly amidst the fluster.] Y-you're gonna end up making me make weird noises, aren't you...
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They manage to avoid that, fortunately, though Manabu's utterances do indeed prompt a glance while Grey's in the midst of teasing Manabu's navel with his tongue.
The smile Grey gives Manabu is positively wolfish.]
Make as much noise as you like. We're the only ones who can hear it.
[Grey returns to his work; he's kneeling now between Manabu's legs, his mouth very close to Manabu's groin, but not quite at the destination yet. He has one hand pressed against the mattress by Manabu's hip, and the other he sneaks up to idly rub one of Manabu's nipples while he presses warm, wet kisses to Manabu's lower belly.]
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even so, he's trying to be patient here. trying.]
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Grey finally raises his head, looking Manabu over.]
But what? Are you embarrassed?
[He casually lifts his hands and settles them against Manabu's inner thighs, firmly pressing and ensuring that Manabu can't close his legs.]
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that said, it's not enough embarrassment to make him want to stop anything, it's just. y'know. flighty broad shit.]
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[See, Grey says this, but it's clear from his smug tone and expression that he's abundantly aware of Manabu's current state. Not to mention he's still keeping Manabu's legs spread, forcing him to stay in an exposed position.]
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