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]

[touching and being touched is about as gratifying as anything can get, and Manabu can let himself relish that in the night when the time for hard work is done. otherwise he hadn't earned it, right? there was still so much to do, so much to recover from...

but the love bites show on his skin more prominently than the bruising from needles as days progress, and he can move a bit better and more certainly once he's got the shoes and chance to go out and try. he tries too hard, of course, and often needs to be reminded to not overdo it or wind up doubled over from nausea and fatigue. even so, every day he makes himself move farther, quietly shaming himself for every fumble along the way.

there's gratification, too, in being able to do a few more squats or pushups without feeling dizzy or ill; getting back into shape after months strapped down is part of this problem with his footing, he's sure. he won't really regard how much easier all that is when he lets his tail coordinate his balance, and it does take reminding for him to brush the damn thing out. turns out ignoring that which he dislikes doesn't make it go away.]

Two kilometers. [he makes that decision amidst kisses, tangled up again with Grey.] I'm making it two kilometers tomorrow.

[repeatedprayer]

[The days continue to pass like a bizarre mixture of a convalescence and a honeymoon. The intimacy is overwhelming at times, and Grey's secretly a little grateful for his occasional errands out into the city providing him a breather- and yet at the same time he spends those same errands with part of his heart staying back at the apartment, with Manabu. And when it's time to go home he rushes back eagerly, ready to hold and be held once more.

Occasionally Grey lets Manabu tags along on those errands, more frequently as the days progress; no dangerous forays onto campus grounds or storage units are made, but it's not so bad to take him along to the corner store or the laundromat downstairs, whenever their nightly sessions of fooling around lead to messy results.

It's during another of those sessions that Manabu brings up his latest goal. Grey pauses, trying to redirect his thoughts to something other than Manabu's mouth. Two kilometers...]

Why two kilometers?

[As ever, Grey's of two minds when Manabu pushes himself. Progress is regarded with a mixture of pride and trepidation.]

[siriusly]

That's how far the campus is from here. [aforementioned mouth curves in a resolute smile. the closer a goal becomes, the more determined he is to reach it. at present, reaching is mostly threading fingers in Grey's hair, which is nice, but also not helping anyone but himself.]

[repeatedprayer]

Ah. Of course. [Grey's own mouth twitches, the way it does when he's trying not to smile back a Manabu.] There's just one problem you're forgetting- [And that Grey has trouble vocalizing when Manabu threads his fingers in Grey's hair like that. He wouldn't mind if Manabu pulled a little harder...]

-Two kilometers there is also two kilometers back. Unless you intend to make me carry you h- back.

[He nearly says "home," but that's too weighty a word for him to just toss out, even if he's caught himself using it in his head.]

[siriusly]

Ehhh-- [right. so that's four. dammit!

his mouth pinches in a pout as he considers that.] One kilo away, then back...and then the next day two. I guess that's fine. [he can double his distance in twenty-four hours, right?]

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey hums, distracted by looking at the pout- then his gaze flicks up to meet Manabu's eyes, incredulous, as he properly realizes what Manabu has suggested.]

The next day? Never let it be said that you're an unambitious man.

[siriusly]

If I don't put the idea in my head, I don't have a chance to feel the need to strive, right? And if I make it that far, you won't have to carry me back. [his tail thumps; he leans back in for another kiss as punctuation - a so there! in a way.]

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey would make an exasperated retort if he weren't busy returning the kiss instead. It can come afterwards instead, after a nice leisurely amount of kissing that leaves him melting and his voice a touch huskier.]

...That's quite a big if isn't it?

[siriusly]

It'd be scarier if there was a chance you wouldn't help me out. [which, at this point, is clearly not in the cards. Grey is here for the long haul. partner, in a couple senses of the word.

wag, wag.]

So it's good, right?

[repeatedprayer]

[God dang it. Grey can't resist smiling any longer. As it turns out, flattery is an excellent way of managing Grey.]

Oh, very well. I'm just glad you're finally recognizing what a great advantage you have on your hands.

[And now it's Grey's turn to kiss Manabu, thank you.]

[siriusly]

[finally? the retort is just a muffled sound against his mouth, indignation lost to the kiss. Manabu melts against him, the fingers not occupied in his hair trailing against the skin of his neck. as far as 'touching and being touched' is concerned, he all-too easily gets lost in the latter (not his fault Grey's hands are big and impactful), but his ears have been better about picking up those notes Grey offers without word.]

[repeatedprayer]

[An indignant Manabu is entertaining, but a Manabu that is turning to putty in Grey's hands is better. The hands in question have been resting on Manabu's back but as the kissing grows more fervent, so too do Grey's hands- stroking, pressing, and occasionally giving an experimental squeeze. His goal is to draw pleasured noises out of Manabu- the man makes the most amusing sounds- and while he may yet succeed in this venture Manabu certainly succeeds in eliciting little noises from Grey.

Particularly when the tangle of fingers in Grey's hair tugs a little.]

Mmm...

[An earlier thought returns and this time it seems more appropriate to voice it, once he has the opportunity.]

You can pull harder than that, if you like.

[God knows that Grey has been rough with Manabu at times. It's fortunate that Manabu seems to favor high-necked shirts.]

[siriusly]

Hmh-? [he's still seeing stars in a sense, so it takes a second to process the suggestion. pull...what? oh--

his fingers curl in a bit tighter.] Like this?

[repeatedprayer]

Mm. [Grey's eyes close, enjoying the intense sensation prickling his scalp... Though it's not as intense as it could be.] A bit... harder than that. But it feels good.

[Grey reflects that it's not surprising that Manabu's being cautious; besides how experimental this is for both of them, Manabu also doesn't seem to have a sadistic bone in his body.]

[siriusly]

[does it? Manabu's a little surprised by that - hair pulling isn't high on his own list, given the fruitless war waged in attempts to tame decades of childhood cowlicks by his poor mother.

after a moment of thought, he gives it a shot.

yank.

wait--that was a bit strong--]

[repeatedprayer]

Ah-!

[Grey gasps as his head is jerked back; more surprised than actually hurt, though his scalp throbs where the hair was yanked, and there's a non-zero chance that Manabu's going to come away from this with a few stray purple-black hairs in his possession.

Afterwards, he let's out a breathy little laugh.]

My- You're certainly obedient.

[Or not? That was a bit more than a bit, but Grey appreciates Manabu trying to please all the same.]

[siriusly]

[Manabu grimaces, already reflexively recoiling, hands hovering open-palm away from Grey.]

S-sorry! I didn't mean to pull that...that hard... [well. that's embarrassing.]

[repeatedprayer]

I thought not. But it seems your strength training hasn't been for nothing, hm?

[Grey remains untroubled, except for the fact that Manabu's moved his hands away from him. That certainly won't do.]

I'll forgive you if you kiss me.

[siriusly]

[that gets a sheepish smile out of him. he wanted to do that anyway, so was that really proper reparation?

far be it from him to argue, though; his hands settle on his shoulders while he straightens back up and leans in to kiss him, the end of his tail waving and twitching a little as a vent to some of that delight.]

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey nearly sighs into the kiss, and his grip on Manabu tightens. Adorable, adorable man. How did Grey, a man who seemed destined to live a cursed half-existence as a thing used by others, wind up with the companionship of someone like Manabu? Someone so earnest and inexplicably eager to do right by Grey, someone who tastes so good and makes the sweetest noises?

He doesn't fully understand it, but they're both here and the moment is real. Grey deepens the kiss at the first opportunity Manabu gives him, and loosens his grip enough to skim his hands lower. Low enough to give Manabu's ass a tentative grope.]

[siriusly]

[the touch elicits a sound through Manabu's nose and a shifting of posture - straighter back, nearly turning his head away out of reflex, but still connected by that tongue in his mouth. even in hindsight (no pun intended), Manabu can't really fully understand why Grey gets under his skin so quickly and so certainly, but in the moment it's more a source of pleasure than concern.

when there's a break for air, Manabu fidgets in Grey's lap, sitting back and pulling his shirt off his own shoulders before getting his hands under Grey's and feeling around the topography of his waist and back while the material moves up with his arms.]

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey barely has time to register his growing hunger at the sight of Manabu's bared skin before Manabu's tossing more fuel onto the fire by slipping his hands under Grey's shirt. Grey groans at the touches against his torso, shifting and arching into the touch as best he can.

When he notices the touch moving upwards and the fabric of his shirt riding up along with it he makes a few mental connections and obligingly raises his own arms.]

You want this off, do you?

[siriusly]

[the act of undressing Grey himself is affecting in a way Manabu hadn't really anticipated, and doing so leaves him abuzz with want and affection; he nearly forgets to discard the shirt while he's gazing lovingly and longingly at that body, but the moment going on a beat too long shakes him out of the stupor.

flustered:] I-it's better off, right? [chuck that shirt. gone.]

[repeatedprayer]

[As the shirt slips off Grey's arms and into Manabu's hands, Grey's hit by a heated pulse of yearning and self-consciousness. He settles back and stares at Manabu staring at him; there's an urge to cross his arms over his chest but at the same time he rather likes the dumbstruck expression on Manabu's face.

God.]

...It was getting in the way, wasn't it?

[He holds out his arms in a wordless invitation for Manabu to get back to touching and kissing.]

[siriusly]

[being a bit more intentional and coherent than his usual horny stupor adds some pressure Manabu's not sure how to reconcile with (maybe if Grey wasn't looking at him? would that be weird? turning around? a blindfold???

he gulps, nodding a little at the remark, and reflexively bristling at the gesture. his hands lift slightly, hesitating.]

Where is it...you want me to touch you...? [he should ask, right? and not just paw around blindly without knowing?

see, it's different when he's doing it - Grey clearly always has the right of it somehow, but Manabu? no way.]