doggone

[repeatedprayer]

[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]

* * *

[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.]

Comments

[siriusly]

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.]

[repeatedprayer]

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.

[siriusly]

Re-really? [there's a wavering laugh in his voice. like: yeah, right!

as if Grey wasn't trying to get in his ass right now.

after a less-agitated tail swish, Manabu fidgets, tickled by the neck attention.]

Hah...ff, fantasized about pushing me in front of a train, probably!

[or...about things like this? gosh. Manabu feels some kind of way about that. the signals he's getting from just below his tail might be influencing that, though.]

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey slowly switches from rubbing up and down to rubbing little circles around Manabu's hole.]

Is that what you think? Even now?

[Surely it's not hard to guess that Grey had a very different sort of railing in mind.

Although he's spread lube (and a bit of semen) around Manabu's ass, he thinks more might be called for. Grey temporarily withdraws his hands and feels around blindly for the lube bottle. When he finds it, there's a soft click from the lid, and a few moments later Manabu will feel the slick touch of more being spread around his hole.

Definitely going to have to wash the bedsheets after this.]

[siriusly]

Not...not unless it...kept me from overdoing things, I guess... [his tone is a little distraction by the methodical movements; each time he tries to relax, the touch makes him tense up again and it's all he can do to not throw his entire attention that way instead of Grey's words.

it's hard to not be nervous, even if he's starting to feel more ashamed than embarrassed about it; he gulps, his grip on Grey's shirt clenching a bit before relaxing again.]

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey laughs; Manabu will be able to feel him shaking underneath him and that touch at Manabu's ass is also briefly shaky. Afterwards, Grey takes a breath and resumes his steady massage.]

...I thought about touching you.

[As he says this, he settles his spare hand low on Manabu's back.]

Like this, of course, but I would imagine touching you everywhere. I would remember the glimpses I'd had of your body, and imagine how you'd look when I had you aroused... I'd touch myself and imagine you pressing yourself against me and begging for more.

[siriusly]

...

[Manabu stays quiet, fresh goosebumps prickling across his skin, save where Grey's hand settles on his back, radiating a comforting warmth. it helps his muscles relax a little, bit by bit, as the words make his chest tight.

it's so weird...communicating wasn't this easy before, was it? but then...things are different now.

his legs still hurt, but the soreness is dull compared to everything else he can feel.]

...I like...how you make me feel. Grey. When you touch me. It's...more different than anything I've ever felt.

[repeatedprayer]

[His heart swells at the words. Does that mean you love me, Manabu? Or that you're falling for me, at least?]

It really is unlike anything else, isn't it?

[The best comparison he can come up with is being intoxicated, because it's something of a buzz that leaves his body light and his mind hazy. But it's not quite the severe incapacitation that actual drugs or alcohol cause, more a sense of being altered in a way that's simultaneously frightening and euphoric.

Feeling Manabu relax a bit, Grey risks curling a fingertip slightly and pressing it up against Manabu's hole. He also tilts his head to give Manabu's neck another soft kiss.]

[siriusly]

[after a shaky exhale, Manabu's head tilts in turn to give Grey more of his neck. he squirms a little against Grey's hand, tail twitching at the base where it grazes against him.]

Ye-yeah. It is. I...wish I knew better. How to...handle this. [to already know how to act or react, to be less embarrassing or exasperating. you don't know what you don't know, though.]

[repeatedprayer]

[The squirming actually helps, and Grey can feel that ring of muscle starting to open up around his fingertip. His finger is slick enough that once the tip's in, it isn't hard to slide it up to the first knuckle. He draws in a little breath at the sensation with a quiet hiss, then exhales and kiss Manabu's skin again.]

Just relax, and focus on feeling good.

[He carefully rocks his finger back and forth, sliding it a little bit forward and a little bit back as he goes. More kisses are pressed to Manabu's neck as he works on slowly deepening the penetration and lubing up Manabu's ass.]

Does that hurt?

[siriusly]

No. [but it's strange! it can't be wrong to think that, he's sure.

even so, Grey gradually wears down that unease, and Manabu is a big fan of the attention on his neck; it helps him dissolve into soft little sounds as he accepts that a lot of those pleasure signals are coming from Grey's finger. inevitably, he's putty in his hands, his own having moved from clutching Grey's shirt to his neck and hair.]

Grey...

[repeatedprayer]

Mm. Good.

[Feeling Manabu melt is an excellent award for Grey's patience, and helps him to keep ignoring his own erection in favor of enjoying Manabu's reactions. Particularly the way Manabu shifts his hands into his hair.

Grey's finger's gotten in quite deep now, a bit past the second knuckle. Grey feels around carefully for a slight bulge, and begins to slowly massage it in a circular motion, while keeping up his attentions to Manabu's neck.]

[siriusly]

Oh--

[that'-- that's a new pleasure sense he didn't know he had. Manabu startles, tail floofing, squeezing himself up against Grey for a beat.]

Oh, okay--that, hmmh, okay...

[repeatedprayer]

[Hm. Not a bad reaction.]

How is it?

[Grey keeps up the gentle prostate massage, and with his other hand he strokes Manabu's lower back in a soothing motion.]

[siriusly]

[shakily:] Uh, it--I, I--[feel like he might get hard all over again? am tingling all over? can't keep from squirming?

yeah.

he exhales in another shudder, reflexively grinding, tail curling a bit.]

Good. Yeah. I--sorry, it's...hard to say. [think, honestly.]

[repeatedprayer]

[The squirming is the most delightful form of torture. He can feel every little motion Manabu makes in his lap, the grip of Manabu's hands on him, Manabu's wet dick pressing against his stomach. Grey has to nip at Manabu's skin some more in order to steady himself.]

Because you're embarrassed? [Grey takes a breath.] Or because it's good enough to leave you speechless?

[siriusly]

[por que no los dos?!

flustered:] I-is that weird or something?! How would I know!

[repeatedprayer]

Manabu-

[Manabu, stop being so indignant and easy to tease, you're gonna make Grey laugh and that's going to feel real weird when he has his finger inside you. (And he's starting to add a second one.) As it is, Grey's voice gets rather breathy with suppressed amusement.]

I'm merely trying to understand how you're doing. I want you to feel good, so you relax and open up for me.

[And so he then can destroy your ass.]

[siriusly]

[it's actually good his ears aren't that low on his head now, otherwise that stifled laugh would tickle at it too potently and make him more huffy.

he ducks his head against Grey's shoulder to stifle any embarrassed grumbling, shifting his focus on what he's feeling below the tail. the rhythm's gotten comfortable, even if the sensation is still strange in its newness.

every press against his prostate, though...that is nice.]

It...does feel good.

[repeatedprayer]

I'm glad.

[It's a little awkward to try and get a second finger in like this, so Grey has to withdraw until he's almost out- but then he's able to nudge the tip of a second finger inside of Manabu and from there he slowly presses back in, stretching Manabu around him until he's in deep enough to resume the massage.

It's nice to be able to hold Manabu, and feel him warm and well in his arms. Manabu might be huffy and embarrassed, but that's far better than the horror that's been plaguing him.]

[siriusly]

[Grey's patience rewards him soon enough, with Manabu loosening up in multiple senses. even with how unusual-seeming this was to him, Manabu still holds fast and finds himself just generally more comfortable in Grey's arms. it helps that he's not being teased too much about it.

though...his legs being sore does dampen it a bit... but then again? having a little familiar pain is grounding in a strange way. maybe that just makes sense for a guy who gets roughed up quite a lot on the job.]

Grey, it...it kind of feels like... I might get ha-hard from all of this all over again. Jeezh... [and Grey hasn't even--]

[repeatedprayer]

[Another benefit of the proximity is that it helps Grey stay in tune with Manabu's reactions. He can feel Manabu's muscles tensing and relaxing when they're pressed up against him like this. It's a rewarding sensation in its own right, and Manabu's admittance only heightens his sense of achievement.

Though Manabu speaks of his arousal as if this wasn't Grey's intention. (At least. Partly.)]

What a pity, then I'll need to make you come again. And I know how much you hate that.

[So much for holding back on the teasing?]

[siriusly]

Nnh--he, hey! I never said that! I, I just thought this part was, was for you... [mostly. mainly!!! even though Grey kept repeating i want to make you feel good.

look.

just.

SHH]

[repeatedprayer]

[Manabu ur so fucking dumb and sincere.]

Since you seem to need it, you have my permission to get hard. And you can touch yourself as well, if you like.

[He tilts his head to give the side of Manabu's head a quick kiss.]

Or would you rather I jerk you off once I'm inside you?

[siriusly]

[permission?! Manabu sputters despite the kiss, barely able to process the rest of the suggestion. what the heck! the indignity!

why...why is he still attracted to him?!]

R-rather... [guhh!! gahhhhhh!!!] How would I even know yet!