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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 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?

[Manabu lifts one hand up to peer at him, expecting to see something akin to the disgust Bruce used to have whenever Manabu did too well on an exam...or too terribly. he's mildly surprised at the olive branch.]

...I...Um...Yeah. Okay. [in for a penny and all that. even if it's terrifying, just being scared doesn't fix anything, does it?] I'll try.

[Grey's heart does a somersault at the sight of Manabu peeking at him, and then another one when Manabu agrees to try. He wants to kiss him all over again- but that's a little tricky when Manabu's face is partly blocked off by a flustered hand, so Grey gives Manabu's hair a little pet instead.]

Wait here.

[Grey stiffly gets to his feet (Manabu's not the only one who's been getting hard) and heads to the bathroom to grab the box of condoms and the lube from where he'd stashed them the other day. He returns shortly thereafter and sits next to Manabu, placing the items between them.]

Manabu...

[His gaze drifts from Manabu's face, down his torso and to the tent in Manabu's boxers. Grey swallows, and sets a hand on the waistband.]

Let's start by taking this off.

[Manabu's sat up, tail flicking anxiously as he rubs at his scalp - like that would exorcise all of the anxiety and embarrassment out of his body. honestly, being so vulnerable and self-conscious is hard to deal with, especially when he's still all aflutter from being loved on! do other people deal with this on the regular instead of just having a job? how?!?!

he startles at the sound of his name, jolted out of his reeling thoughts and fixes on the goods Grey's brought-- up until he's touched, where he again bristles, much to his own dismay.]

Uh--r-right. Yeah. Hh...hang on... [he fidgets, having to wrangle the anxious tail to get undressed, a fresh flush of embarrassment making his stomach curdle. jeez...it's not like i'm getting undressed for an examination!!

just...something new...

he gulps.]

[Grey picks up the bottle of lube in one hand and with the other, fiddles a few more of his shirt buttons undone. His gaze remains rapt on Manabu the entire time, and when Manabu's finally laid bare Grey has a hell of a time remembering what he's doing.

His throat feels oddly dry, but he speaks anyway.]

Lubricant is primarily used for penetration, but it's generally helpful for reducing friction. For example...

[He turns to bottle over in his hand and flicks the cap open, then squeezes some of the transparent gel onto his fingers. It feels a little cool, although that may be because of how heated Grey is right now.

He shuts the bottle again and sets it aside, then reaches out to touch Manabu's cock with his lube-slick fingers.]

-!!

[being hard, he'd have been sensitive anyway, but maybe bracing for something unfamiliar just makes him more sensitive. his shoulders draw up a bit as he bites his lip to keep from making an embarrassing sound, his tail floofing out.

he blinks a couple times, fixing his gaze down at himself and Grey's hand, his head swimming a little.]

Mn...Mm-hmh-! [he nods a bit, almost forgetting to breathe in the face of all this pent-up anticipation.]

[Manabu's attempts to stifle himself do little to keep Grey from noticing and thinking about how adorable Manabu is, and how desperately he wants to maul the man.

Grey curls his hand around Manabu's cock and begins to slowly slide it up and down the length of the shaft, smearing the lube around. The entire thing soon becomes very slippery, and Manabu's cock feels hot and hard and paradoxically vulnerable in Grey's hand.

Grey scoots a little closer and leans in until their shoulders are touching.]

Do you see? Like this, it's very easy to move my hand around.

[Not that it's difficult, normally, but like this he can tug harder without worrying about potential chafing.]

How does it feel?

[Manabu whimpers a little, biting his lip in the futile effort to sound a little less moved than he clearly is; he closes his eyes, holding his breath through a shiver.

the man has a limited glossary of words for good, which is a shame, because this feels more than good.]

R...really good... [wow.] Keep, keep going?

[It's so good to listen to Manabu struggle, to feel him shiver and tremble and know that it's Grey who's stirring him up like this. The potent mixture of power and pleasure is more addictive than anything Grey's ever known.]

As you wish.

[Grey kisses Manabu's cheek and tightens his grip, stroking Manabu just a little faster. Despite the tight grip, his hand slides easily up and down Manabu's cock, from the base of the shaft to the head.]

Do you want to come like this?

Hh, I, I-I might... [might have no choice in the matter! he might go cross-eyed if he tries to keep himself from coming, might have steam shoot out his ears if Grey stops outright.]

Dhh...Grey, don't stop, please. [it's almost a whimpered plea as he sits forward, squirming, shoulders stiffening as his cock tenses and aches with the rising urgency being stroked out of him.]

Ah-- [very close. his head droops against Grey's shoulder, toes curling. he gasps sharply as he comes, shuddering bodily as he does so, head swimming.]

Might...?

[Grey doesn't know exactly how Manabu plans to follow that up- I might want to, perhaps- but it seems Manabu rapidly comes to a decision.]

Ah.

[No edging this time. Grey can feel how close Manabu is and he kindly strokes faster, almost as if he's trying to wring the orgasm out of Manabu's dick. When Manabu droops against him Grey snakes his spare arm around Manabu's back and he rests a hand against the side of Manabu's head, burying it in his hair.

It really isn't long at all until Grey feels Manabu shuddering against him, and he breathes in the scent of Manabu's cum.]

There we go, yes... Lovely. [Good boy.] Come closer. You really liked that, didn't you?

[a more lucid, less loved-up Manabu would balk at being praised, but as it is, his head's still in the clouds and his body tingling and cock throbbing and tender. he softly exhales a sound against Grey's shoulder before turning his head a little.]

Felt...really good. Th-thank you. [man. is there any way to not sound lame after getting jerked off? he doesn't know.]

[How beautifully erotic Manabu is after coming, all warm and tender and slick. Grey's a little astonished that somebody hadn't gone and eaten Manabu up already before they'd met.]

You're welcome.

[Grey's voice is unsteady from how desperately he wants Manabu. He tugs Manabu a little closer, setting his slick hand on Manabu's hip as he gently pulls the other man onto his lap.]

[Manabu fidgets, getting out of his slouch and pressing flush against Grey's chest with his own. it's warm, tingly... reminds him of the shower. except...

we're...going to have to wash the bedding again, aren't we, he thinks dimly as he winds his arms and legs around Grey.]

There we are.

[It feels good to have Manabu pressed up against him like this, though it'd likely feel better if Grey had managed to get his own shirt off. It's mostly open, but there's still some annoying fabric and buttons between his bare skin and Manabu's. Ah well. Grey reaches further back to grope one of Manabu's buttocks and give it a good squeeze.]

Do you ever play with yourself back here?

[He massages a cheek with his fingers.]

Unh-- [his thoughtful sound gets squeezed into a little moan at Grey's bidding, himself tensing; his tail twitches and curls up a bit and his body flushes hot anew.] N-no, I...no. That-- [that's weird!] No...

No? So you just jerk yourself off?

[Grey gives him another good squeeze- Manabu's ass isn't particularly big, but there's still enough for Grey to get a handful of soft flesh.]

Ye-yih--! [whoa!

the nervous connections down there since the tail graft must be more sensitive; the jolt going up his spine is strong, leaves him breathless for a beat.

he exhales shakily, his chin resting back on Grey's shoulder. his fingers grip at the shirt in light fists.]

Just...my dick.

[Grey lets out a startled little laugh at Manabu's yelp, and when Manabu settles his chin back on Grey's shoulder he gently strokes Manabu's hair with the hand that isn't currently occupied with Manabu's ass.]

I see. So you aren't entirely pure.

[On the hand that is occupying Manabu's ass, Grey creeps his fingers a little lower and to the slide, slipping into the cleft between Manabu's buttocks.]

And what do you think about while you're playing with your dick?

Huh-? [he shudders a little, tensing up again.] Uh, hh, before? Just...that it was an-annoying? To have to...

[to have to waste precious time jerking it to get some peace!!! obviously.]

But, but then...you...

[Manabu earns another one of those huffed little laughs. Annoying isn't a term that's normally associated with self-pleasure. But Grey can imagine Manabu jerking himself off while bemoaning that he could be doing something more useful instead.]

Yes? What about me?

[Those fingers slip further down that cleft until Grey finds the entrance to Manabu's ass. He doesn't try to press in yet, but instead gently rubs two fingertips over it in a slow up and down motion.]

Ummh-- [he's a little nervous about that touch! as if being so tensed up was any indication; his tail lashes erratically to vent his uncertainty.

what about Grey? what, right now isn't about Grey?]

I...started thinking of, of you. When I touched myself. What...it would be like. [and boy, were his humble expectations off.]

Oh?

[Grey keeps up that slow rubbing, hoping that with some patience, Manabu will start to get used to it and relax. He also tilts his head and presses a quick kiss to Manabu's neck.]

...I've also fantasized about you, you know. Upon occasion.

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