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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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As Manabu's just beginning to come down from that high Grey wraps his arms around Manabu's waist, scoots forward and rolls onto his side, pulling Manabu with him. He means to maneuver Manabu beneath him, but a half braincell still rattling around reminds him not to crush Manabu's tail.
(He's privately getting rather fond of the furry appendage, despite the circumstances that landed Manabu with it.)
Instead Grey lets Manabu lay on his side and reposition himself as he will, while Grey climbs over Manabu to loosely straddle the other man.]
Manabu, please...
[If there's ever a sign of how addled with lust Manabu's managed to make this copy, it's that word falling from his lips. And right now, Grey's too hungry for Manabu to realize it- he trails kisses across Manabu's bare skin, steadily making his way lower and lower down Manabu's torso.]
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he can barely process where's he's been moved or where Grey's at before his skin is lit up again; after his tail curled and moved to let himself twist onto his back, his hips lifting as much to support that shift for comfort as it is to keep connected to Grey between the array of kisses.]
Grey...nhh... [his stomach flutters amidst the attention, knees drawing up, fingers curling into the bedsheets in his grasp.]
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He presses yet another kiss to Manabu's stomach, below Manabu's navel and just above the waistband of Manabu's pants, before moving his hands to that same waistband and fiddling with the button and zipper.]
Come on... I want to see all of you.
[He feels almost as if he might die if he doesn't get access to Manabu's cock as soon as possible.]
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he bits his lip and whimpers as his cock finally gets freed from its confines, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back.]
B-because of you--that's...that's why I'm so...stirred up...
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God.
[His eyes travel the length of Manabu's body, from the fluffy mess of Manabu's hair down the flushed musculature and settling on the erection nestled between Manabu's hips.
Because of you...
Grey's heart swells. Manabu's at once eminently touchable, and yet so lovely that Grey almost fears to- like expensive silk that he risks damaging with his hands somehow. But even as he thinks this, Grey settles a feather-light hand on Manabu's hip.
His voice hoarse:]
I never knew a man could be so beautiful.
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Because of...how you've worked me up...?
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You're always lovely. But this is one of my favorite looks on you.
[Grey finally slips his hand between Manabu's legs and gently palms Manabu's balls. His head swirls a little with indecision- how to best pleasure both Manabu and himself? He'd really like to be inside Manabu, but they don't have the requisite supplies.
Perhaps later he'll have the nerve to at least broach the subject, but for now Grey settles for giving the head of Manabu's cock an experimental kiss.]
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his voice is shuddering:] It...it may as well be, if...if it's your fault... [he tapers off with a hot pant as the touch to his cock sends a fresh jolt up through his body.] Nnh...!
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It seems you enjoy this.
[Enough that Grey feels at liberty to continue. He uses his lips, tongue, and fingers to gently stroke Manabu's cock and play with his balls. This particular part of Manabu feels almost hot enough to burn; Grey can taste salt, and smell Manabu's arousal. Occasionally, he raises his head enough to peek at Manabu's expression, hoping to gauge the man's reaction.]
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Hh, harder... [his hips roll against the stroke of fingers.] Grip harder, I can't take it--! [the teasing! he's gonna go crazy.]
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Should I?
[The touch of his fingers eases as well, withdrawing until he just has the tips of his index and middle fingers held still against the underside of the shaft.]
And what will you do for me if I let you?
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Anything. Anything. Grey, please…
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Well then... Would you like to use your mouth to get me off? Once I've made you come?
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Yes. Yes, anything! Whatever you, you want, nhh-!
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As you wish.
[Grey finally curls his hand around Manabu's cock properly and tightens his grip, then he begins to pump, harder and faster as he goes.]
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[he’s reduced to whimpers and gasps as the shock of pressure and speed brings him to the tipping point. as he falls apart, he moans in-between gasps, Grey’s name barely fully uttered in his incoherence.
somehow, having orgasmed earlier didn’t take the edge off of a second - rather, it’s more intense thanks to the edging; he stays tense in an arch for seconds that feel like ages as he’s overcome, throbbing and warm and awash.
the warm glow remains as he comes down, weaker and tender, eyes fluttering and head hazy.]
D-damn…
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Magnificent.
[He doesn't loosen his grip until Manabu's finally lying back properly against the mattress. Then Grey withdraws his hand and takes a shuddering breath as he sits back and admires the results of his handiwork. Manabu almost seems to glow where he lays, a warm, breathing creature of light.
Some of Manabu's come has wound up on Grey's hand and he licks it off, almost absently at first, then more reverently as the bitter taste hits him. The taste itself hardly matters; it merely gives him a perverse thrill to be consuming something of Manabu's.
When his hand is clean (in a sense) Grey undoes the front of his pants and squirms the fabric of his pants and underwear free from his hips, exposing himself to Manabu.]
Manabu...
[Though he pants Manabu's name and pins his gaze on the other man Grey doesn't pounce. He finishes stripping off his clothes and tosses them aside, then carefully moves out from between Manabu's legs and settles on the mattress beside him.]
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(it'll click later)
part of him feels compelled to brace as Grey shifts about in the process of getting undressed - for hands all over him again, grabbing and groping in his trembling and tender state. it's why he's a little confused when that doesn't happen, and he's left to just turn his head and look him up and down in his own aroused state.
after a beat, Manabu shifts, turning on his side, and reaches over to touch him. the desperate promise to use his mouth is already forgotten, clearly.]
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With a little pant, he stares directly into Manabu's face.]
Does the sight of me please you? [Does it please you half as much as you please me?] You've left me in quite a state.
[As Manabu can no doubt feel, and not just see.]
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It's...only fair. [he props himself up on his elbow while his other hand curls around Grey's dick.] For all you do to me.
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[God, is it hard to keep his voice steady when Manabu grips his dick like that. He'd like to project a certain degree of coolness, but with how heated he feels physically and metaphorically... That isn't going to happen.
He reaches out a clumsy hand and settles the back of his fingers against Manabu's cheek. And takes a shaky breath.]
And if you want things to be fair, then are you still willing to use your mouth on my cock?
[Grey looks at Manabu curiously, unsure how much the idea would appeal to Manabu now that the man isn't so desperate for relief.]
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like he just didn't have the guy kissing at his own cock:] I...I don't really know how to...do that...
[which is flimsy, but also true.]
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I'm hardly an expert myself...
[He slides his hand down Manabu's jaw and tilts it to give Manabu's lower lip a teasing tug.]
...So I promise not to be too critical of your performance. And you didn't seem to have trouble kissing the rest of me. But if you're feeling too shy for it...
[Grey punctuates this statement with a shrug. He's not so cruel as to actually force Manabu to do something like that if he's truly unwilling! But teasing the hell out of him about it is another matter.]
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I-I'm not shy! Jus, just tell me what you want, I'll do it! [his stomach flips at that; isn't that debasing? so what! his pride was challenged!]
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Well...
[Grey shifts back into a semi-upright position, leaning against the headboard. The motion makes his cock throb and he quietly grunts. He spreads his legs slightly, almost shyly, allowing just enough room for Manabu to potentially squeeze in between his knees before he looks back at Manabu.
Tell him what to do... Damn, hasn't he already been saying as much? Grey swallows.]
Manabu. Please put your mouth on my cock.
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