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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]

* * *

[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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[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.

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.]

[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--]

[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?]

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]

[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?

[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!

Hm. You do have a point. We'll have to try both before we know what you prefer.

[But that's something Grey has no complaints about. Meanwhile, he hasn't stopped the massaging, and it almost falls into a rhythm with his words as he speaks in a low, easy voice.]

We need to try lots and lots of things. And whatever we try we'll need to repeat, over and over and over, until you're thoroughly aware of your desires.

[Doesn't that sound good?]

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Uh...Hhh... [he shudders, more at the timbre of Grey's voice and the way it seems to stir him right to his core.

(the fingers are probably doing that more, but they're punctuated by the voice!)

over and over? and over? he gulps.]

I, I may go crazy... [he may already be going crazy, truth be told; he withers a bit against Grey as the prospect makes the sensation more potent.]

[Grey grins, takes hold of Manabu's hip with a free hand, and grinds up against him. His whole body feels lit up by the buzz of pleasure from his aching cock rubbing against Manabu, even as it's still confined by his clothes.]

That's fine. You can just go ahead and lose your mind!

[~~not like manabu has many braincells to lose anyway~~

And again, Grey withdraws his fingers most of the way, and begins to push in with a third.]

[Manabu utters an embarrassing groan, himself reflexively arching and writhing in response to the grind. it distracts from the widening going on, but the rippling pleasure signals that follow can't be ignored.]

Uhhnh, j-jeezhh...!

Oh, Manabu...

[God, when he writhes around like that, all Grey can think about is how close he is to having Manabu riding his cock. Or throwing Manabu onto his back and burying himself inside him. Or taking Manabu from behind, holding down his tail-

They really do have a lot to try.

His free hand skims up Manabu's back to grip the back of his head, and pull him in for a deep, open-mouthed kiss.]

[Manabu moans into Grey's mouth, melting back against him and winding his arms back over his shoulders. it's followed by a few urgent whimpers during the grinding as he's overcome by a dry orgasm, sweating and shivering. even with eyes closed he's seeing stars.]

[Grey ruts against Manabu in turn, desperation spiking in response to Manabu's mouth and movements. He wants to fuck Manabu so much. For several long moments it's a struggle between that desire and how much he's already enjoying grinding against Manabu with his fingers up the man's ass and his tongue in Manabu's mouth. The former eventually wins out, and Grey finally tears his mouth away along with a few heavy pants.]

I think- I think it's time I got undressed.

[He withdraws his fingers from Manabu, producing a series of wet little noises in the process.]

[panting, glassy-eyed and wet-mouthed, Manabu only seems to nod vacantly, his expression scrunching a little when he feels that lacking inside. it takes a second to process the fact he needs to move, but he does eventually let Grey go, wincing a bit as he sluggishly scoots off of him, catching himself by the heels of his hands before flopping back entirely when sitting back rolls on his tail too much for his liking.

once situated, he lies back, one hand on his face and the other holding absently onto the length of tail he grabbed to adjust, just trying to catch his breath and soak in the buzz of afterglow while it lingers in his muscles, one leg dangling off the edge of the bed and the other knee drawn up.

holy shit.]

[Grey fumbles with the remaining buttons on his shirt and yanks it off, dropping it thoughtlessly onto the edge of the bed where it immediately falls to the floor. He doesn't notice. He's too busy gazing at Manabu.

The rest of Grey's clothes soon follow in that same careless, impatient manner, completely out of mind as soon as he's free of their irritating confines. His erect cock hangs heavy from his pelvis when he finally pulls his underwear off with a stifled noise of relief.

Manabu's an enticing sight laid out in front of him, and for the first time in his life Grey finds himself wanting a camera- but he doesn't like the idea of anyone else potentially seeing Manabu like this, so he just does his best to commit the sight to memory instead.

He shakily resumes the task at hand, finding where the damn condoms and lube got off to, and putting them on. The act of unrolling the condom onto his dick and lubing it up afterwards requires him to go slower and more methodically than his body would like, but it's probably better for him to cool his head just that little bit.

When he's suitably prepared Grey scoots forward a little on his knees and slips a hand under Manabu's thigh to push his legs open wider. The anticipation makes his head swim.]

Manabu...

[Manabu can hear Grey's shuffling and soft huffs while he disrobes and gets his own situation readied, eventually lifting the hand over his eyes to look over and feel himself get a fresh flush when he realizes he's being eyed not unlike a dog eyeing a rib-eye. his stomach flutters when he looks beyond just those two-colored eyes as he's being handled once more, but they snap back up at the sound of his name.]

Y-you okay? [as if he wasn't the one whose world was getting rocked this whole time. look - Grey's flushed, too! doesn't hurt to ask. also: talking about that can take the edge of the panic swelling up in him as Grey moves him.] Do I--um. What do you want me to do?

Hah-? [Grey pauses for a beat to process that first question through the fog of horny brain.]

Fantastic.

[A muscle in Grey's jaw twitches. He feels very, very good, but in a way that's also a little painful. Needless to say the second question also takes some processing, during which he absently caresses Manabu's thigh.]

...What position would be most comfortable for you? Like this? Or would you prefer on my- sitting up again?

[Manabu can take "comfortable" however he will, whether in the physical sense of not agitating his tail or worn out muscles, or in the more emotional sense of not freaking him out too much.]

Ah, uhh-- [sitting up? again?

wincing:] Th, this is fine, I think, sorry... [if he wants to walk any time sooner rather than later, at least!]

[tf you apologizing for this time.]

We can always change positions if we need to.

[Having said that, Grey gives Manabu a very deliberate look over.]

But I quite like the view like this.

[Having seemingly settled the manner, Grey decides to proceed. He situates himself between Manabu's legs, carefully setting a hand partly under one of Manabu's buttocks for support. His other hand wraps around the base of his cock, and he eyes Manabu's ass. It's glistening with lube and still stretched out from the fingering he'd been doing only a minute ago.

Grey inches closer and begins pressing the head of his cock against the entrance.]

[Manabu's supposed to be relaxed for this, right? given all the effort and repeated reminders from Grey. even so, he can't help but get tense, holding his breath and even squeezing his eyes shut as if he expects something to hurt.

his hands curl into fistfuls of bedsheets at his sides as he feels the careful pressure coming on, determined to at least bear it for Grey's sake even if it winds up being unpleasant. the effect left behind is a very flustered and apprehensive Manabu, who will swiftly nod at any ask if he's okay...or just as quickly shake his head to any ask about stopping.]

[The tension makes Grey pause even as he feels the tip of his cock breaching that entrance. The sensation may be making him tingle but the expression on Manabu's face leaves him concerned, and Grey's brow furrows. Of course he tries to check in-]

Are you alright? Do I need to-?

[-but Manabu's very clear about not stopping despite the tension, so he must want this, right? Grey takes a breath.]

I'll go slowly.

[This might not be the best approach if what Manabu actually wants is to get it over with, but nevertheless Grey does as he says, slowly penetrating Manabu deeper. The ring of muscle wraps around the head of his cock and clings on, a tight sensation that slowly slides down his shaft as he inches forward, dragging a pleasured groan out of his throat.]

[don't tense up, don't tense up, don't tense up--]

Nnh-- [the sensation of being penetrated triggers the reflex despite Manabu's best efforts, but Grey still pushes through and makes that alluring sound. Manabu bites his lip, toes curling, and makes himself exhale to ease some of that tension. he can't help the shiver, though.]

[Grey's eyes flutter shut, the better to let him focus on the intense sensations radiating from his dick. Manabu is tightest where Grey has entered him- maybe too tight but damn does it feel good- and past that he's hot and soft. He can feel Manabu's body quivering gently around him.]

God.

[Grey forces his eyes open to get another look at Manabu. He still looks and feels tense. It makes Grey want to comfort him, but it's difficult when Grey also wants to fuck him senseless.

He leans forward and adjusts his grip, his right hand grabbing onto Manabu's hip, and he reaches out with his left to gently stroke Manabu's cheek.]

Just a bit further- hah- and I'll be entirely inside you.

[Grey's voice is a little shaky.]

[one eye cracks open at the touch - a bit of white to contrast how red he's gotten from all this.

entirely sounds insane, given Grey's...and he's...uh.

he licks at the lip he'd been biting down on, presses them together, then exhales.]

D-don't break anything down there, okay? [he's trying to be funny, but also. you know. he's also scared of getting his ass busted up here.]

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