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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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[he would have more hesitance and think on that were he not in such a state, so there’s really no wait for a response.]

Yes. Yes, anything! Whatever you, you want, nhh-!

[There's a triumphant gleam in Grey's eyes, less from the promise of Manabu potentially going down on him (though that's certainly a very appealing thought) and more from the satisfaction of having reduced Manabu to such a state that he could extract such a promise from him.]

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.]

Hh—ahh—-!

[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…

[Grey almost laughs when Manabu climaxes. Even when Grey's left still hard and throbbing, there's nothing quite as satisfying as making a mess out of Manabu.]

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.]

[head in a haze, Manabu watches Grey, mildly confused as to what he's doing. licking his fingers...why?

(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.]

[Grey's breath catches as Manabu shifts, and he releases it with a groan when he Manabu finally touches him. His body tenses, then shudders, and he bucks his hips against Manabu.

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.]

[does it? Manabu's heart jumps at the ask, sobering him a little. the state Grey's in...because of him...]

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.

Ff-Fair, is it?

[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.]

M-my...? [his mouth? wait, huh? his face flushes hot.

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.]

[Grey's eyes crinkle in a clear expression of mirth at Manabu's embarrassment.]

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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[see, all it takes is that threat of being sub-par to motivate Manabu to do something he's not super sure of. to that end, he bristles, sitting up on his knees, free from the pull at his mouth, tail up, Grey's poor cock left untouched in the process.]

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!]

[This is one of those moments where Manabu's actions causes Grey's eyebrows to shoot up into his hairline. It almost distracts him from the way his cock's been left bereft.]

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.

[snapped out of the trance of watching Grey move, the request makes Manabu's head swirl; he falters, wavering a bit in place before moving in turn, scooting himself toward and bending himself over Grey's pelvis and erect cock.

being eye-to-eye with another man's member is...

...it's weird, okay! he feels weird! he refuses to be shy, but he's going to cut himself some slack and feel weird.

'mouth on'... he gulps, licking his lips. that's all not gonna fit in there. and what about my teeth?! isn't that bad? so many questions, not enough power to keep the hamster wheel in his head spinning.

his slightly-parted mouth hovers over and eventually grazes over the head of Grey's cock.]

[Grey continues to sit back and watch as Manabu moves into place, half-dazed and wondering if this is actually happening.

As it turns out, having Manabu's face hovering over his cock definitely qualifies as a form of torture. Grey trembles a little, and tries hard not to think about how easy it would be to grab Manabu's head and force it down. While his body is crying out for attention, in his mind he wants Manabu to come to him of his own will.

So he waits, letting Manabu do this at his own pace. Even when Manabu obliviously licks his lips right in front of him, even when Manabu's mouth is hovering so tantalizingly close, even when-]

Oh.

[The touch of Manabu's hot, slightly moistened lips against the head of his cock sends an electric jolt through his cock and up his spine.

Grey groans, lolling his head back just at that simple contact.]

Oh, Manabu...

[Manabu freezes, ears and tail perked. he peers up through his bangs, wide-eyed, holding his breath. it's a brief hesitation to process what's happening before he's more intentional about his touching - even risking a press of his tongue against the throbbing flesh. what about this...?]

[Manabu looks so adorable in that moment, and Grey's gaze softens. He itches to reach out and rub one of those perky ears, but Manabu's tongue is enough to distract him from raising his hand.]

Ah-Ahh...

[Heat rises in gentle waves in response to Manabu's mouth. It's so very good, but still far from enough to satisfy him.]

Please- Keep going.

[It's more than a little embarrassing to be pleading like this, but it feels damn well worth it if it will keep Manabu going.]

[it's helpful to feel embarrassed for Grey more than himself, honestly; his tail wags a little with the encouragement that Grey's struggling provides, and Manabu closes his eyes and lets himself work to the tune of those noises. it makes it easier to feel at a loss, though he keeps reminding himself no teeth, and that does tether him from getting too lost in the moment.]

[Once Manabu begins working in earnest Grey's eyes squeeze shut so he can focus on the sensations that Manabu draws out from him.]

Oh, God.

[His own voice sounds obscene, not to mention the quiet wet sounds of Manabu's mouth on his cock. He feels like he's going to lose his mind... He hadn't expected Manabu to actually put his cock in his mouth either, had assumed he'd just get experimental licks and kisses, but if Manabu's willing than Grey's not going to disabuse him of the notion.]

I'm so- so very- Ah, Manabu, being in your mouth like this-! [Even if it's not terribly deep in there.] It's so good...

[Not just the physical sensations of it, but the sheer intimacy of it. Of Manabu accepting Grey inside himself in this way.]

[if it weren't for those pleasured assurances, Manabu might become too flustered and self-conscious about precisely what he's doing, but this is all about what Grey thinks, right?

he eventually gets a hand around the base of Grey's shaft so he doesn't have to worry about jerking and squirming as much, ears still perked for affirmation and instruction; now and then he cracks an eye open to glimpse Grey's disheveled state, and that gets another tail wag or three.]

[Grey squirms and gives a weak thrust of the hips beneath Manabu. The hand helps push Grey closer to the edge, though he remains suspended, not quite there yet. But it won't be a great effort to take him there, not when he's been waiting this long for release.]

Ma- hah- Manabu- I'm getting close...

[It's perhaps a bit vague, but it's intended as a warning. If Manabu goes a little harder, a little faster, and still has his mouth on Grey's cock, then Grey will end up coming into it.]

[an ear perks up at that. wait, then--what should he do? does he just...keep going? faster? stop outright? he knows he cannot be this stupid, but he feels very suddenly on-the-spot to do the right thing at the right moment. hell, he's never had someone's mouth on his junk to know what would work!

his brow knits as he tries to think fast, inadvertently sucking in a breath that's likely the trigger, which'll ensure, while withdrawing, he's going to get blasted in the face.]

[Grey's dick was already throbbing but the way Manabu's mouth contracts around the head just so when Manabu takes that breath, that bit of suction as Manabu withdraws is indeed enough to bring him to climax.]

Nn-!

[Incoherent gasps and sobbed breaths escape Grey's lips as his orgasm surges through him. His hips jerk; a few choked words are attempted, mostly along the lines of Yes and God and Manabu. His cum erupts out of him in thick strings, Grey's body finally taking its release with a vengeance.

When he's spent Grey slumps back and gulps down air while the afterglow ripples gently through him. For several long moments Grey just lays there basking before he eventually thinks to maybe look properly at Manabu.

...

Ah. Crap?]

...

[Manabu's half-sat up, eyes squeezed shut and mouth pursed - a little belated from getting hit in the face; while Grey's recovering, he slowly lets him go and tries wiping his face with the back of his hand, ears flattened in the telegraph of unease.]

Y-you okay...? [typical, asking about Grey rather than himself; Grey could shove him out a window and he'd probably still ask if Grey tripped (after the coma or whatever, obviously).]

[That is indeed typical; really, Manabu's going to make Grey worry about him. What if some (other) bad man tries to take advantage of him?

Grey shakily straightens up and gives Manabu what is hopefully a reassuring smile. Or would be if Manabu's eyes weren't squeezed shut.]

More than okay, actually. For someone who claims not to have known what he was doing, you certainly learn fast.

[Hopefully knowing that he did a good job helps soothe Manabu's frazzled state. Grey suppresses a frown when he notices the flattened ears, and as for the mess still on Manabu's face and in his hair...

Well. It does give him a little flutter of pleasure to see it, but he's also ashamed of that same flutter.]

...I am sorry about your face. It wasn't my intention to do. That. [Y'know. Give him a facial and all.]

Ehh, eheh... [a feeble attempt at a laugh to brush it off while he's scrubbing at an eyelid.] C-can you grab me a towel or something?

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