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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 has entirely too many clothes on right now, but there's still pleasure and satisfaction to be had in making Manabu tremble. The man is delightfully responsive, and it sets all of Grey's nerves abuzz.

He's still rubbing against Manabu when Manabu speaks up. Moving. Right.]

...Hold onto me.

[Because Grey hasn't entirely understood Manabu's question, he proceeds to pick Manabu up and carry him over to where the sleeping bag is still rolled out. There, he deposits Manabu with a kiss to the forehead.]

Can you be patient? Just for a few moments?

[compliant and eager, but only compliant so far as eagerness allows, Manabu murmurs an acknowledgement while uncurling against the sleeping back. it's cold where Grey leaves him, and he's still electrified from all the pleasure-signals that tail-grabbing and ass-gripping have left him with.

he cannot, in fact, be very patient, and left to his own means fumbling about with ridding himself of his shirt, trying to lie comfortably while his tail and spine make nuisances of themselves; he rolls on his side as compromise to watch Grey - to ensure he's there and not going to just vanish on him; somehow his fuck-delirious brain has decided that the condition that he'll stay at all is if Manabu is more compliant than eager, and therein lies the trial.]

[Grey has the decency to at least hurry while he's rummaging through a bag for the lube. And he's eager enough, a man on a mission, to not get distracted (much) by the sounds of whatever Manabu's doing. He finds the bottle at last, buried in a dye-stained towel, and turns back to Manabu without bothering to repack anything else he's pulled out.

He sees Manabu lying there, fully naked, with his eyes on Grey, and for a moment Grey's expression softens. A complex mixture of tenderness and the urge to fuck Manabu senseless is circulating throughout his body, intense enough to make him nearly dizzy.

Grey takes a breath and crouches at one end of the sleeping bag, setting the bottle aside for the moment. He yanks off his shirt, fumbles open the fastenings on his pants, and strips off his remaining clothes so that he's entirely bare before Manabu.]

Come here.

[He holds out his hands, gesturing for Manabu to come closer, to get back on Grey's lap.]

[there's just a 'bark bark' missing from the roll onto his knees and dutifully crawling over and onto his lap; Manabu's not thinking about it, instead just zeroing in on being close again, his fidgeting faltering when getting in close means brushing his cock against Grey's, the sensation sizzling.]

Ah-- [he steadies himself by way of gripping one of Grey's shoulder, pressing in to let Grey move him as he pleases.]

[As Manabu settles in Grey briefly tenses at the jolt from that touch against his cock, then wraps an arm around Manabu's waist. His other hand settles against the back of Manabu's head, curling slightly in his hair and pulling Manabu in for a deep, leisurely kiss.

He can't help but rub up against Manabu a little more, although he moves slowly enough that it's more of a tease for both of them. It just feels indescribably good to have Manabu's bare skin pressed against his.

He pauses in this kiss shortly enough and loosens his grip on Manabu so the other man can shift a bit easier.]

Lift your ass for me, Manabu.

[Manabu all but drowns in that kiss before Grey's movements jolt him to respond in kind and keep him from utterly zoning out in sensation. hungrily, he meets leisure with insistence - he has to do his best.

his mouth hangs open, lips wet and quivering a bit as he blinks blearily. it takes a second to register the ask as words and not just noise mingled in with the sound of his name.]

J-just pull my tail up, then. [that'll do some lifting and feel pretty good in the process, eliciting a similar, besotted whine and a clutching at Grey's hair while sitting up on his knees.]

[Grey huffs a little laugh at Manabu's response.]

Greedy, aren't you?

[That doesn't prevent Grey from actually doing it, of course. Manabu's tail makes an excellent handle and he always enjoys the way Manabu reacts to having it played with. His scalp tingles where Manabu clutches at his hair, more so when Grey leans to brush kisses against Manabu's neck.

As he adjust Manabu's position to his liking:] Stay like this... Yes, here. Hold onto me.

[Grey withdraws his hands from Manabu to reach for the lube, and then there's a quiet click as he sightlessly fiddles with it behind Manabu's back. Every now and then he presses another kiss to Manabu's skin, and it won't be terribly long before Manabu feels slick fingers stroking his back entrance.]

[it's still uncomfortable at onset, but riding the high of all the pleasurable sensations stacked up on him takes the edge off.]

I-is this okay? [he manages to check in while shivering and squirming against the fingers' work.] I mean--nn--You don't-- mind this? Do you?

[like, would he rather not bother prolonging their time together this way?]

[The question makes Grey ??? for a moment before he huffs. Really, Manabu can be so foolish sometimes.]

Manabu, there is nothing I enjoy more than making you squirm. [To punctuate the statement, he presses in a little harder.] You're so responsive. So open. I adore it. [He resumes mouthing at Manabu's neck, kisses turning into lecherous nibbles and licks.]

[there's a little sound that Manabu tries to stifle when pressed, but there's no poker facing through the pulse; his ears perk and flop back down, face flushing anew in light of all the praise-filled assurance. his traitorous tail wags after that initial stiffening and floofing, and Manabu's reduced to melting, relief mottled in his shaky exhale before he's bidden to little winces and grunts at the nipping. it's nothing dire, but it's the kind of prodding done to get the kind of noises he's making.

he can be happy instead of guilty, then, to feel the kind of gratification he's getting under all this attention. Grey's pleased to give it.

it's not long before he's trapped between wanting to squirm against his hands and rub up against his cock, dueling pleasures that demand even measures of attention without concession - about the nicest conundrum to be in, especially when entrusted to Grey's care.]

Wh, whatever you want...I, I can take it. See? So, so don't hold back.

[Grey lifts his lips from Manabu's neck, breathing against his skin.]

That's quite the offer.

[Manabu tastes so good, and Grey's sorely tempted to bite down harder. He has a perverse desire to taste Manabu's blood, but the idea of actually harming him is unpleasant.

Besides, he's already busy pushing a fingertip inside of Manabu, slowly going deeper into the warmth of his body. And Manabu keeps wriggling, Grey can feel his thighs and cock rubbing against him, and it's all enough as it is to make Grey feel like purring.]

You trust me that much?

[there's a more sincere answer to this, but he's a bit too wound up to relay it. so cliffnotes it is:] Nh--ye, yeah, I--you, I do. Of course!

[At this point, it's not really a surprise. But it still feels good to hear Manabu say it. Grey groans softly and curls his finger inside of Manabu, stroking to wind Manabu up further.]

[Manabu gasps, arching against the shock of sensation, holding his breath for the heartbeats it takes for that throb to leave behind the pressure, leave behind a warm and sweating and trembling frame and fingers clutching tightly onto Grey.]

There, you like that, don't you?

[He strokes Manabu like that for a little longer, until Manabu seems suitably on the verge of going mad. And then Grey withdraws to resume working on Manabu's entrance, gently rubbing the ring of muscle and coaxing into opening wider for his fingers.

He murmurs as he works, quiet assurances that Manabu's doing well and promises that Grey's going to make him feel good. He doesn't think much about what he's saying, paying more mind to the responses Manabu gives him.]

[it is a bit mind-numbing in a way Manabu's sure to be embarrassed about when he has enough of a brain to be embarrassed with, but for now he's been groped and prodded into a whimpering, flushed, squirming mess clutching and writhing in Grey's grasp and it's kind of amazing in a distressing kind of way.]

I-I feel crazy--

[There's something that's simply fun about holding onto Manabu while he's struggling like this, even setting aside how incredibly erotic it is. Grey spreads his fingers gently but insistently, and smiles warmly at every whimper that escapes Manabu's lips.]

You feel incredible. You'll feel even better when I'm inside you.

[He reaches with his spare hand and quite casually grabs onto Manabu's tail, giving it a squeeze.]

[any thought or retort to the remark is eradicated by the surge of orgasmic sensation at the touch, and Manabu tenses and trembles with a ravished moan.

while there's still spots in his eyes, not a drop of sense in his head:] Yes. Yes. Anything-- Anything--

[The squeeze is followed up with a few tugs, just to really drive Manabu insane. And compliant, evidently.

Grey really likes it when Manabu says anything.]

Is that so?

[Grey reluctantly withdraws his hand and fingers from Manabu and with one hand he plucks the lube from where he'd earlier set it aside. With the other, he takes Manabu's wrist and lifts Manabu's hand so that he can pass him the small bottle.] Here.

[panting, throbbing, and tingling all over, Manabu blinks blearily in his daze at what's now been pressed into his hand.]

Eh...? [was he asked to do something?]

[Not yet, no, but Grey's more than willing to give Manabu some instructions.]

You're going to apply this to my cock. And then you're going to take my cock inside of you. And you will ride me until I come.

[Grey chucks a finger under Manabu's chin, coaxing him into meeting Grey's eyes as he gives Manabu a smile.]

Can you do that for me, Manabu?

[addled though he is, Manabu somehow has it in him to quiver, eyes fluttering with a fresh flush. it's the silken purr of Grey's voice that does it, makes him feel electrified. couple that with looking back at that near-serene smile, and there's really nothing he could say against it.]

...I, I can do that.

[he has to have Grey assist him in not dropping the bottle while his fingers, that had been tightly grasping and clawing, remember their dexterity to some degree, and maybe a bit of chiding for taking too long lathering Grey's cock, forgetting the goal isn't just to stroke him by hand.

he rises on his knees and lets Grey guide him, trembling, tail twitching when Grey's hands take hold of his ass again - bracing when he's gradually penetrated, uttering a soft whimper.]

[Grey huffs, a pleased heh sound. That's his Manabu all over- he always has a way of rising to meet a challenge.

The clumsiness is also characteristic (though Grey may have a slightly skewed perspective after helping Manabu recover from invasive surgery and all) and Grey has to fumble to keep Manabu from beaming him in the stomach with the bottle.

He stifles a gasp when Manabu's lube-slick fingers finally make contact with his aching cock. He's been so focused on Manabu's reactions that he's almost forgotten how hard he is, but the slippery sensation of Manabu's hand lubing him up is a shocking reminder. The buzz of pleasure only grows stronger as Manabu works, making Grey's cock slicker and slicker, and it isn't terribly long before Grey, panting, has to shove a hand against Manabu's shoulder.]

I think it's time to move on to the next part.

[Manabu is wonderfully compliant as Grey helps him through the next part, spreading Manabu with his hands and gently but insistently pulling him down. He hisses out a slow breath as he finally breaches Manabu's entrance, and he feels that tight ass opening up around the head of his cock.]

Nnn.

[Grey keeps pushing in deeper, further, gradual but not stopping for any whimpers. As Manabu's hips lower to meet Grey's, he eventually loosens his grip on Manabu's ass and rubs light circles over Manabu's ass cheek and thigh.]

There you go. You're doing well.

[lucidity makes a valiant effort in returning thanks to the pressure of Grey's cock. it hurts in ways Manabu isn't sure he could explain, because it's not the visceral kind of pain he'd recoil from; he's tense and whimpering, but not fighting to get free. it's that connectivity, the way Grey's composure suffers from the act, making it clear they're both walking that tightrope together in their ways. it makes the pain more compelling than concerning.]

I-it doesn't hurt you?

[Grey's eyes flutter shut as he absorbs the sensations. Manabu's warmth, his scent, and that grip enveloping his cock...]

No. But you're very tight.

[He absently slides his hand up again and begins to stroke up and down Manabu's lower back.]

How does it feel?

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