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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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[Grey grins and turns Manabu's hand over, nuzzling the tips of Manabu's fingers, then lowering his mouth to kiss Manabu's palm.]

Even after those months imprisoned, you still have such strong hands.

[He'd noticed Manabu's hands when they'd first met- his memories are vague and probably always will be, but he remembers oddly being struck by the sight of them in Manabu's uniform gloves. And then, when they'd parted ways after Tabito, by the strength of Manabu's handshake.

He gives Manabu's palm another kiss, which turns into a teasing lick.]

-!

[in tandem with a heavy heart thump, goosebumps spread across his skin - skin already tingling from evaporated sweat.

what the hell... everything Grey does just immediately bashes down any barrier and completely gets his goat!

he gulps, ears flat, utterly bested and besotted; after a beat his fingers curl against Grey's cheek and jaw before stretching out again so he can better cup it and draw him over, to meet him in the middle and kiss him properly as he's compelled to.]

[...?

Those same strong fingers curl around Grey's face, tugging him forward. He's faintly surprised by Manabu taking this bit of initiative, but not too surprised to take advantage of what's offered to him. His lips meet Manabu's with the ease of familiarity, and the eagerness of someone receiving their favorite treat.

This close, he can smell Manabu's sweat. It's strange how pleasant it is.

Grey presses a hand against Manabu's shoulder, instinctively easing him back against the mattress. He follows, keeping his mouth on Manabu's as they go. Hopefully Manabu can position himself so that his tail doesn't get squished again.]

[there's a little sound in lieu of a hang on, because Manabu has to fidget as to not crush that stupid tail - logistically awkward when Grey's glued to his face, but once he can scoot back a little to give his heel purchase, he can sit up a little and get his tail under him comfortably on the way down, the effort of which results in a bit of a huff against Grey's mouth.

it hurts a little - his legs, they're still sore at the calves - but feeling Grey's tongue back in his mouth elicits an ache more attention-grabbing. with all the lethargy, the pain and frustration of late, getting addicted to feeling good like this is all too easy. forget conventional painkillers!]

Mmh...

[...wait. wasn't Grey going to have something to eat or something? was that important?

ah, well.]

[Grey waits impatiently for Manabu to settle, and then his hand leaves Manabu's shoulder to seek out Manabu's wrist and hold it down. Having Manabu under him, pinned to the mattress like this, gives Grey a primal thrill. He's careful not to put any real weight on Manabu, but neither does he allow Manabu much room to move away.]

Mnm...

[He greedily soaks up all the pleasure and warmth he can wring out of Manabu's mouth, then slides his free hand beneath Manabu's top to fondle about Manabu's chest and torso.]

[even pinned, squirming will not be ceased, and why would it? it feels good to rub parts of himself against Grey, and if he only has one arm to work with, he’ll compensate.

that - and getting felt up makes him ticklish and twinging with new little pleasures. he’s so easily enamored by Grey’s hands on him, large and intentional; it scatters his thoughts and leaves him fumbling on impulse.

his knees draw up and cradle Grey’s shape while his free arm winds over that broad back, raking his fingers through his hair, little soft whimpers escaping and muffled into his mouth.]

[Although Grey is already very well aware of the effect Manabu has on him, it's still astonishing to think that he only just arrived back at the apartment a few minutes ago. And yet, he's already here with his tongue in Manabu's mouth and his hand up Manabu's shirt, with his fingertips teasing Manabu's nipple.]

Nn.

[There's a tugging at his hair and a press against his sides as Manabu's wrapped around him in a manner that's unmistakably erotic. Grey can't help but squirm himself, as his mind is filled with thoughts of thrusting against- or into- Manabu's naked body while Manabu writhes and moans...]

Manabu-

[Grey pants against Manabu's lips and with a huff, drags his mouth away to hover over Manabu's cheek. Ruefully:]

...Your legs. I'm not helping you rest, am I?

[Considering he's still fondling Manabu's chest, that's probably a "no."]

[it takes a couple seconds to process words as words, so Manabu is left with his mouth hanging open and eyes half-lidded, chest heaving a bit more with the chance to catch his breath.

what? legs? oh, right…]

They’re fine. I’m…not tired. [his fingers curl into a light fist in Grey’s hair.] You’re not hurting me.

[pretty much the contrary as far as he’s concerned.]

[A small sound of pleasure escapes Grey and his eyes briefly shut when Manabu tightens his grip in Grey's hair. Manabu gets a breathless nuzzle to the cheek before Grey speaks.]

Are you sure? [He needs Manabu to be sensible right now, because he sure as hell can't trust himself to be.] I don't want to wear you out, but at the rate we're going I'll probably end up making love to you again.

[Or at least, fuck Manabu like an animal in rut, but like. Lovingly.]

Uh, well— [what the heck…saying ‘making love’ out loud and expecting his brain to fire on all cylinders…]

You…already started? I mean—- [you’re on top of me fondling my—-! he clears his throat in an attempt to summon some lucidity and brain power. blink blink.] You’re not letting me go out today anyway, so—

[Grey lifts his head, raising himself off of Manabu just enough to make eye contact easier.] I could stop. [In theory. If he needed to.] But if you're sure it's fine...?

[his eyes wince a little.] D-don’t stop-! [yep. as embarrassing as he expected it to sound.

he squeezes his eyes shut, but he can still feel Grey’s on him. damn…!

exasperated:] I, I-I already said I was fine! How many times do I have to say so…? Jeez… I’m not stupid! But if you treat me like I am… [he can just let his hair go then! fine!!!]

I'm trying to be considerate, you lout. [Eesh, that's what Grey gets for trying to be nice! He gives Manabu's nipple a proper pinch as payback for Manabu's attitude.] Very well, I'll do as I please.

[Grey releases Manabu's wrist so he can brace that hand against the mattress and moves a knee up onto the bed, nudging Manabu (carefully!!) with it.]

Move back a bit, I'm tired of kneeling on the floor.

Owh-! [hey!! he scowls, still put out by the embarrassment, ears flat. okay fine maybe double checking is nice but he’d already said so!!! gosh.

at the request, Manabu grunts, digging his elbows in to scoot back, knees drooping to keep from bumping under Grey’s arms.]

[Manabu at least gets a brief kiss on his jaw in response to that little cry, so Grey's presumably not completely lost to sadism. He follows Manabu slowly onto the bed, until he's crouched over Manabu, knees between Manabu's legs and a hand by Manabu's shoulder. The other hand is occupied caressing a soothing circle around Manabu's nipple before Grey lowers it to the hem of Manabu's tank.

It's already riding quite far up Manabu's torso thanks to having Grey's arm under it, and now Grey grabs it and yanks it up over Manabu's head.]

I do like how easy this is to remove.

[face and belly flushed red, Manabu sits propped up on his elbows, tail twitching irritably a bit before the unceremonious yank.]

Upfhh-! [he scrambles to prop himself up by his hands before one at a time can lift and get free of the armholes, his hair an instant mess and cheeks puffed with a pout he's not even thinking about expressing at all.]

I-it's because nothing fits me right... [short guy problems. he rubs at the back of his head to get the staticky feeling off his scalp before slumping back out of Grey's immediate space and looking up at him.

jeez, even a brief look gives him butterflies; he swallows as he draws his knees back up on either side of him and settles on his back again, freeing up his hands to reach up (move, groper-hand) to the buttons of Grey's own shirt.]

[It's so nice to have Manabu like this, sulky and flustered. Perfect.

Manabu's complaint earns a chuckle from Grey.]

I thought it would be better to err on the larger side when I picked up your clothes. If I'd picked up something too small for you, you'd surely have taken offense.

[Poor Manabu may have his work cut out for him when it comes to undressing Grey- he'll be given a moment or two to work at those buttons before Grey loses patience and lowers himself over Manabu to start kissing his neck.]

Mrh-- [hey! dexterity is hard enough without his sight being impeded!

but then again...] Mmh... [it feels really nice when Grey gives such attention to his neck and shoulder - even the nips and outright bites feel good, though the latter still make him jolt or hiss through his teeth sometimes.

that said, buttons are mostly a lost cause (he got two, wowie) before his hands wander to grip at Grey's waist and pull him down closer, himself fidgeting to press up against him in turn. he's already gotten hard, so giving himself a little attention there just makes the rest better.]

[Is it wrong for him to enjoy the taste of Manabu's skin so much? But Manabu seems to enjoy it as much as Grey does- most of the time- so it's probably fine for him to dig his teeth in like this. Manabu had told Grey not to stop, after all. So Grey will savor the warmth of Manabu's flesh beneath his mouth.

Hands press against his waist, and then he feels Manabu's hard-on poking his stomach. Heat surges through him and Grey groans against Manabu's skin. He wants to feel that cock properly. To yank down Manabu's shorts and play around in there.

Grey's nips and bites turn into a gentler series of licks, before he speaks again.]

You know, I bought some things the other day, while we were at the convenience store. I thought they might be useful.

Huh? [his eyes flutter open, looking up at the ceiling.] Things? What, what things? [the soup stock? vegetables? wait, that was today--

the tea?]

[Grey idly strokes Manabu's bicep with a free hand as he clarifies.] Condoms and lubricant.

[So no, not the tea.]

Oh.

[...

processing...

...]

A-- [there we go.] Eh? Eh?? What, uh, isn't that...I mean--I'm not a girl, Grey, so-- [WAIT.

his fingers twitch their grip on Grey.]

Hang on. That's not gonna fit anywhere, Grey!

[Grey flushes, and props himself up on an elbow. He's not able to loom very high above thanks to the grip Manabu has on his waist, twitchy though it may be, but it gives him a better look at Manabu's expression.]

I know. I'm not concerned about getting you pregnant, obviously, but the condoms are- useful for making things tidier, and...

[Grey trails off, squinting down at Manabu like he can maybe psychically bypass the need to communicate if he tries hard enough. He can't, so he finally asks:]

-How much do you know about how men have sex?

[Manabu sputters a little, the embarrassment nearly crushing all the air out of his lungs; he lets Grey go and brings his hands to his face, dragging the heels of his palms up to his temples.]

I, I-I didn't really study up or anything! I'm just! Kind of...kind of winging things here! [mortified, his hands go over his eyes as he grimaces.] Except the health concerns!

[It's very cute how embarrassed Manabu is but the sheer level of it he has going on is also making it contagious. Grey sits up a bit further, staring down at Manabu with a pinch of concern.]

Ah. Well. I'm fortunately well-read on the subject, so you needn't worry.

[He'd wondered if Manabu maybe picked some things up from locker room talk, but perhaps not? Does he need to explain how anal sex works?? How???]

I can show you, and if it feels unpleasant, we can stop?

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