Grey

By: CestLindor

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Category: Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male

Rating: Adult +

Chapters: 15

Views: 10,827

Reviews: 73

Recommended: 0

Currently Reading: 4

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.

Trust

Grey

Chapter Nine: Trust

I was still doing my version of growling when Jeff and I reached the apartment and made our way inside. My whole body was filled with a tension brought forth by irritation after our meeting with Blake. Why the wolf man would keep it from me when I had asked I could not fathom. Didn’t that just show how secretive the man truly was? Could I even trust him? Was this truly the place for me?

As we walked toward our apartment house, I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder at the Office. I could easily imagine Blake standing by one of the windows and looking out over the entire Portobello Road with calculating eyes and an undecipherable expression.

Our apartment came soon enough but before I could smack the door open, Jeff took hold of my upper arm and pulled me away from the door. I only managed to frown before his lips were on mine and I found my fingers curled into his torn and shredded shirt. His tongue invaded my mouth and with his hand gripping the hair at my neck, I had no chance of breaking free – even if I wanted to.

My instinctual reaction was to just go limb in his embrace of me, but just as I was about to give in, I realized what was I doing. Was this wise? What about the awkwardness? I really didn’t want that when we lived so close to each other. It seemed Jeff figured out why I remained passive, because he suddenly tightened his grip and drew his other hand down to the small of my back, pushing our groins against each other. I could feel the purry moan escape from his lips when my legs got weak, and I clutched to his shirt for dear life.

Jeff’s arm tightened around me, our bodies grinding together, lips still sealed. Both our pairs of eyes were open and I saw how Jeff’s got more droopy by the second, his nostrils flaring as he drew in my scent. I closed my eyes. Looking into those dark eyes made me so fully aware of what I was doing that I couldn’t handle it. Not now at least.

With closed eyes it was much easier to just let go and feel.

When the kiss broke so that we could get the necessary oxygen, Jeff leaned our foreheads together and sought out my eyes with his, successfully catching mine and holding them. His droopy smile broadened. ,,That’s it,” he whispered with a grin. ,,Stop thinking so much. It’s going to be fine.”

Before I could say anything in retort Jeff drew back and herded me inside with his hand securely put at the small of my back.

Inside, Denny, Red, Dalia and Seth were waiting for us. Red seemed to be pacing the floor while Denny sat bleary eyed on the couch and looked to be sleeping upright. Dalia and Seth sat beside each other by the dining table, their hands slightly touching over the hard wooden surface.

Everyone looked up when we entered, but Jeff silenced their questions with a quick shake of his head and then pushed me toward the stairs. I sent an apologetic glance the others’ way and just let Jeff take control – for now.

When we got up on the second floor and Jeff headed toward my room, I finally decided it was time to talk. ,,Jeff-”

,,Shh, not now,” Jeff just said, pushing a finger to his lips with a suddenly tired, but happy, smile. ,,Let’s get some sleep.”

For a moment I thought he meant that we would separate, but when he followed me inside my apartment, I fought to hide my frown. Once inside, I turned around and opened my mouth, but Jeff just shook his head and walked past me. Baffled, I shut my mouth again and followed him with my eyes as he walked over to the bed and sat down by the edge of it. He began taking off the remains of his shirt before he tossed it on the ground with a grimace. He made quick work of his pants, too. Thank God, or whoever Devine anyone believed in, he hadn’t shred his boxers, too.

,,Aren’t you coming, Grey?” Jeff looked up at me with a small smile, his arms going backwards to support his upper body weight. I could see his muscles move and bounce with every intake of breath. ,,We should better get some sleep while it’s still at least a little dark outside.”

At his notion, I looked toward the window. The sun was slowly creeping its way up over the edge of the horizon, but there was still not the merge of pink, orange and purple. When I thought about sleeping, though, I could feel a frown marring my face. I didn’t want to dream. If I stayed up a bit more, then perhaps I would just black out from tiredness, and thereby be too out of it to even dream. At least I hoped so.

I slowly backed away from the bed and avoided the armchairs, too. I had fallen asleep in those before.

,,Grey?”

I looked up and found those dark eyes looking at me with worry, and I turned my head away. ,,I’m not- I’m not tired. You can sleep… I’ll just go downstairs to the others-”

,,Grey,” Jeff said with a slight warning in his voice, his back stiffening, his eyes narrowing. ,,Come to bed. Now.”

I only shrunk back but then remembered that Jeff had no right to boss me around. ,,Jeff, I’m not tired, and I’m not going to bed!” Only after I had said it did I realize how childish it sounded, and I held back a grimace. I turned further around and moved toward the door. I really didn’t want this right now. Not with Jeff or anyone else.

Before I could leave my apartment, however, Jeff was already there. His arms slung around my arms and chest, pushing his front against my back. I could feel his face pressing against the crook of my neck. And the tail was out, too, encircling my left leg and keeping me rooted to the place.

,,Grey, why can’t you sleep? Why don’t you want to sleep? Are the nightmares so bad?”

His words sent a cold shiver down my back and I tried to break free of his hold. I was tired, cold, exhausted and I felt haunted. What I truly wanted, honestly, was to fall back against that strong chest and let those lean arms carry me. But I knew I couldn’t do that. I didn’t know him. Not really, at least. But I could always get to know him… No, what if it all ended badly? As far as I could make sure from the glimpses of my life in the dreams I had lost everyone. My mother, my friends, and who knew how many they were?

But it was another question that passed over my lips. ,,How do you know about that?” Even though my voice sounded weaker than I wanted it to, I tried not to wince outwardly.

Jeff only snuggled closer, tightening his every hold on me and I could feel him placing soft kisses along my throat and up to my jawline. ,,I hear you. Every night. You cry in your sleep, curse, scream silently. It breaks my heart every time, but I couldn’t get myself to go inside and sooth you as… I thought you were… connecting with Carl.” Again, a sneer entered Jeff’s voice as he spoke of the other man. ,,I didn’t want to stand between you and your… happiness – whatever form it would take.”

I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until it came out as a shudder when I felt one of Jeff’s hands caressing up along my chest and then holding my chin to the side so he could get better access to my throat. ,,Jeff…” I said, sounding a lot breathier than I had anticipated. I compliantly turned my head to the side as I felt him leaving small bites along my collarbone. I finally cleared my throat.

,,I don’t- I- I can’t remember… anything.” There. I had said it. The cat was out of the bag, so to speak.

I could feel rather than see the frown marring Jeff’s face as he grunted, never abandoning the sensitive skin below my jawline. ,,What do you mean? Grey?” He sounded cautious. As if any sudden movement or – in this case – any wrongly asked question might make me escape to never come back and trust him again.

I cleared my throat. ,Wha- what I said; I don’t remember anything.” I hesitated but continued when Jeff’s fingers began making soothing circles just above my hips. I leaned into him more heavily. ,,Everything form before I started working in Ayers’ company is… gone. I’m only getting glimpses through… through my dreams – my nightmares.”

Jeff was slowly making our way toward the bed, one cautiously slow step at a time. I didn’t find the strength nor the willingness to fight him. He was so soothing to stand against. It was so easy just to give in. I found that I actually really, really wanted to let him take the lead. For now, at least.

,,Doesn’t sound like good memories…” Jeff whispered, his warm breath puffing against my ear and my cheek, urging me to continue.

,,No,” I said and refrained from shaking my head. I didn’t want Jeff to lose his hold. ,,They aren’t… That’s why-”

,,But you’ve been sleeping alone,” Jeff interrupted, obviously knowing where I was going. ,,Now you won’t sleep alone anymore. Come.”

I didn’t know we had reached the bed before Jeff sat down and pulled me down to his lap and then turning me sideway until we were mostly face-to-face. Our eyes met, and for a moment it felt as if I couldn’t breath. His eyes held all the care and… and something… could it be- Could it be – love? But that was ridiculous! How could he feel like that towards me?! We didn’t know each other that well! How could-

He interrupted my line of thought when he smiled that crooked smile at me, warming me to the pit of my stomach. ,,Still thinking too much,” he said before he descended upon my lips.

The kiss was soft this time. None of the dominating conquer I had experienced in the first two kisses. This was gentle, patient, caring and assuring. I let him push me on to my back and move us both so that we lay face-to-face on our sides, our kiss not breaking even once. His fingers tangled in my hair, and I could feel the warmth of his body against my chest, I could feel the heat that the kiss and his eyes bored into me. When our lips finally broke apart, he smiled.

,,Turn around, Grey.”

I did as he said and a moment later he was once again plastered to my back, his arms encircling my chest, his head nuzzling into the crook of my neck. I could feel his tail slithering its way up my leg to curl around my thigh.

Warm musky breath blew into my ear. ,,Sleep, Grey,” he whispered. ,,I’ll be here when you wake up.”

And I slept.

It was warm and dark. The darkness in the room embraced me totally but I did not feel fear. Not with the elegant fingers brushing away the hair from my face, not with the sweet voice of a woman humming a well-known lullaby to me. Another hand wound my blanket tighter around me so that I would not be cold during the night.

I was tired. I had been playing with mom and grandma and grandpa all day and though I had reluctantly gone to bed early, I could feel the inviting darkness of sleep encouraging me into its warm arms. But there was something I wanted before I could drift off.

,,Momma?” I asked out, my voice groggy from sleepiness.

I heard a hearty chuckle. ,,Yes, Jackson?” she asked me, petting my head more gently now, softly.

I turned around in the little bed and blinked my eyes open. It was dark but I could just make out her form against the frail light coming through the door out to the hallway. Some of my mother’s stray locks of hair fell down toward me as she leaned closer to me. I reached out for it with all the interest and curiosity of a child.

,,I love you, momma,” I said as I grabbed one of the locks, marveling at the softness of the strands.

I heard the chuckle again and she leaned closer, her hair absolutely shielding me from everything else in the world. ,,I love you, too, Jacks.” She pressed her lips to my forehead before withdrawing again. She stopped just above my face, and when I turned mine toward hers, I saw it.

Soft features with a small nose and chin, a straight jawline and high cheekbones. Her eyes were big and round, shining with the same blue light as mine. Her hair, long and voluminous, was as black as my own. We looked alike. A lot alike. She was my mother.

A warm smile filled with so much love and caring, that I as a child could only smile back as I became more and more tired. ,,Sweet dreams, Jacks,” she said, her voice as soft and rich as honey. ,,I’ll see you when you wake up.”

,,-ey? Grey?” A deep voice was speaking to me. Calling my name. ,,Grey? Wake up.”

I chose to ignore the voice and instead nuzzled into the warm, broad chest in front of me some more. I felt strong arms tighten around me and knew I had won at least a couple more minutes in bed. A rumbling began, emanating from the warm thing I was cuddling. It sounded a lot like a purring cat or something.

That was when I knew. I took in a deep breath. ,,Jeff?” I croaked out, not really getting why I wasn’t fighting my way out of his embrace.

The rumbling only intensified and the arms tightened even more. I could feel and hear Jeff sniffing in my scent, his nose buried deeply in my hair. I just knew he was getting that droopy look. His tail was brushing up and down my back, and his purring I could feel deep in my chest.

,,Jeff,” I said, trying to hide the smile that was inevitably tugging at my lips. ,,Remember you said we should get up?”

,,We’ll do that later,” Jeff said into my skull as he took in a deep breath. Suddenly, without warning, he grabbed my shoulders and turned us both, so that he had me pinned against the mattress. I looked up and was immediately caught by his eyes. Behind him, I could see his tail swishing playfully from side to side. And indeed, he did wear that droopy expression.

Jeff leaned down onto his elbows, our noses mere centimeters from touching, and our bodies pressing against each other; skin-to-skin.

His grin suddenly widened, making him look even more content and pleased with himself. ,,Any nightmares tonight?”

That made me stop and think. Nightmares… I had had a memory-dream, but it had not been a nightmare. It had actually been what it was in the night; a dream… A happy memory. My mother… I had seen my mother. I knew what she looked like. She had been beautiful. Somehow that made me cry. Was she still alive? Was she out there crying for me? Thinking of me? Wondering what had happened to me? What had happened that made us separate? And – my grandparents! I had grandparents! Were they still alive? Were they with my mother? So many questions, and I had no way of answering them anytime soon.

I suddenly came back to the present time when Jeff brushed one of his thumbs against my cheek, drying off the tears that leaked from my eyes. He looked at me with a worried frown. ,,What is it, Grey? Are you alright?”

I just nodded while I got my emotions back under control. ,,Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, my voice paper dry as if I had been sleeping out in the Sahara. ,,Jus- Just had a good dream.”

Jeff simply nodded his understanding and brushed some stray strands away from my face, cupping my cheek. ,,You’re looking better than you’ve done for days.”

I blushed though I loathed admitting it to myself. I ducked away from Jeff’s eyes but found that it was to no avail; Jeff didn’t let go of my face. ,,Well, perhaps I did need a good night’s sleep.”

,,Yeah,” Jeff said, nodding with a mischievous look in his eyes. ,,A good night’s sleep with me.”

Before I could hit the back of his head with my open palm, Jeff was out of the bed and heading toward my door. He winked and smiled when he saw my body instinctually wanting to follow him. ,,I’ll see you at breakfa- no, it must be dinner now, I guess.” He winked once more and then disappeared from my room, closing the door behind him.

I hmph’ed and plopped down on the bed once more, tangling my fingers with the sheets, taking in a deep breath of Jeff’s musky scent. The place where he had been only moments ago was still warm I found out by laying my palm flat against the spot.

I couldn’t help smiling though I knew things could get ugly if something went wrong between us. But right now, I couldn’t seem to care. I had slept, I had had a wonderful dream, and I had seen what my mother looked like! It all seemed to be thanks to Jeff. The least I could do to repay him was be nice to him. Besides, I liked his smile, and how much he enjoyed sniffing my scent. At least, I did now. I would never tell him so, but I liked it.

With a – probably – gigantic smile on my face, I got up from bed and went into my tiny bathroom and took a shower.

The droplets of water massaging my back almost immediately became Jeff’s hands in my mind, rubbing all the tension out of my limbs and my skull.

I took a long bath – longer than I used to, at least – and got out refreshed and feeling warm to the core. I found some confortable sweatpants and a loose T-shirt. I let my hair cascade down my shoulders and didn’t bother with socks.

I didn’t much care about my appearance – at least not until I descended the stairs to the shared living room and I saw the others stop what they were doing and look at me with surprised expressions.

I stopped mid-descend of the stairs and suddenly became uneasy and fidgety. I looked from face to face – Red to Denny to Dalia and back again to Red. ,,What?” I asked and made my legs stride down the rest of the steps before I went to sit down by the dining table.

Red was the first one to recover from her stupor. She gave me a smile that showed relief, and she moved over to slap me on the back. ,,You look good, Grey!” she said with twinkling eyes.

,,Don’t I always look good?” I joked teasingly and found out how easy it was to laugh. I thought I had totally lost the ability to since the dreams started.

It seemed my grin was a surprise to the others, too, but they quickly smiled, too, relieved I was ‘back,’ though I doubted they knew just where I had been the last two weeks.

,,But of course you do, Mechanic!” Red exclaimed and suddenly hugged me sideways with me sitting and her standing. She let her fingers play with a single lock of my hair. She pursed her lips. ,,Ooh, so soft…”

Just then, we all heard Jeff come down the stairs wearing dark blue denim pants leaving nothing to the imagination, and a black tank top beautifully outlining his muscled torso. I easily detected his satisfied grin as he studied my face – which was, I guess, a little flushed.

I turned around, not understanding what the Hell was going on with me every time I saw Jeff. It didn’t take long, though, before I felt his hand softly caressing my cheek before he moved to ruffle my hair. I swatted his hand away and turned to look at the others’ expressions.

Denny looked a little surprised but seemed to cope with the open affection pretty quickly, giving me a smile. Dalia and Red, though, both looked triumphantly at each other – probably sharing the victory of a suspicion gone right. Stupid women and their womanly intuition.

,,What’s for dinner?” Jeff asked and stayed standing behind my chair, his fingers playing with my hair and continuing to do so as I didn’t swat him away this time.

Dalia, still smiling broadly, beamed at his question. ,,I’m making beef and mushed potatoes and a really good salad from my garden! Seth helped me harvest it all. He’s coming for dinner, too, by the way.” She went on talking about what she had been up to since she woke up today. Her monologue continued when Seth joined us and we all sat down to eat.

Jeff seated himself beside me and even if he wasn’t touching me and I wasn’t touching him, I could feel his presence, his body heat – or did I just imagine it? I wasn’t sure, but one thing I knew was that I felt content.

,,So, what’s going on now?” Jeff asked, when we were all done eating. He leaned back in his chair and let his eyes move from face to face.

The light mood dropped slightly but only so much that the ambiance became more serious.

It was Denny who answered. ,,At eight o’clock we’re heading to the great hall again. For a meeting.”

Red continued, her fingers lacing together with Denny’s on the table. ,,Raven has been sent to check on Proctor and find out whether he had anything to do with this.” She moved her free hand in a circular motion indicating the fact that Zeke had betrayed us. ,,She should be back in time for the meeting.”

Nodding slowly, Jeff crossed his arms over his chest, looking thoughtful.

Clearing my throat, I decided to ask another question. A question that had been bugging me ever since Blake had refused to answer. ,,Who are the Mechanicians?”

Everyone suddenly stiffened, and for a moment I thought it was because they were going to refuse to tell me, too, but by the incredulous look on Dalia’s usually bright face, I knew that was not the case.

,,You haven’t heard of them?” she asked.

Denny continued before I could even fathom an answer. ,,Amongst the paras it is said that they are the ones who… made us, I guess you could say. That’s why we all have the same birthdays – or the same consummation day, at least. Something happened that day our parents were having a good time,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

I frowned. ,,But who are they? And why don’t I have the same consummation day? I’m like, three months late.”

,,There’s a reason why they are called Mechanicians, Grey,” Jeff said and looked at me as if I might know what he was speaking of. ,,They can control… machines. Like- Like you… can, Grey.”

My eyes widened and I sat stiff in my chair as I saw the others’ eyes lit up in sudden realization. I looked down at my hands and then up at Jeff. I could feel my heart beating against my chest and my pulse trying to break free of the confinement of my throat.

,,You’re saying that I… that I am a Mechanician?”

Every breath in the room was held back while eyes shifted from me to Jeff.

The changer smiled, shook his head and leaned forward, taking in my scent with that droopy smile. ,,No, there’s definitely a human smell on you, but it equals that of the para smell – the Mechanician smell.”

I frowned. ,,So, I’m a regular para?”

Jeff shook his head again, his smiling face beginning to annoy me. ,,No, you’re not. You’re totally unique.” When I arched my eyebrow at him in annoyance, he quickly continued. ,,What I’m trying to say is that paras are mostly human in their smell with a little bit of the para smell mixed in. It’s only something changer paras and animals can detect. It seems as if a hundredth of us is Mechanician while half of you is. As if we’ve got it passed down for generations while you’re-”

,,I’m half-blood.” I suddenly realized it. Was that why I was so different? Was that why my Talent was like that of the Mechanicians themselves? I had been born outside of their meddling with humans’ consummations; therefore I wasn’t born in the same period of time as they were.

Jeff nodded slowly. ,,That’s why Blake doesn’t want to tell you. He doesn’t know what to think of the Mechanicians. What was their purpose? Why did they change us? Were we experiments? Are we an army? Are they going to take over the Earth?”

,,Where do they come from?” I suddenly asked. ,,They are not humans. Are they?”

,,We don’t know. That’s it. We don’t know shit about them. The only one who knows something is Blake.”

,,The document,” Seth suddenly spoke up, though it was only a whisper. It surprised me. I realized I had totally forgotten he was still here. ,,Blake’s written it down. Fool.” Seth looked down into his hands, not saying more, not elaborating. Dalia ran her fingers through his black hair with an encouraging smile on her lips. I think I saw a light shining briefly in the other boy’s eyes when he saw it himself, but he didn’t smile back.

Red nodded. ,,He must have kept a journal on what he learned of the Mechanicians. And now Zeke has that journal. But what does it say?”

,,We’ll just have to find out,” I said, looking up at the watch above the TV. It would soon be eight o’clock.

Someone took my hand and I looked down at Jeff, smiling up at me. He squeezed it and stood up as well. ,,Let’s go.”

Hi, there! I hope you like the new chapter! Feel free to tell me about your thoughts in a review ^^ Thanx for all the R&R :3

smint45; I'm glad you're liking the story! And yeah, I am trying to make it as mysterious as possible, hehe ;P Hope you liked this chappy, too, and that I sated at least a little bit of your curiosity of the Mechanicians :3

eroburn; Well, if I ever do see a 20 foot ship looking like a Viking ship, I will be sure to hide all my (remaining) candy! And yeah, seems like Jeff and Grey are finally connecting and trusting each other! I hope you liked the chappy, and I want you to know that I am with you 100% in cloning/making paras ;3 Sounds like fun ^^

FortunateM; I'm glad you like the story - and hope you will continue to when you've read this chap! Yeah, so Zeke was the culprit, da-da-da-dum! I like your many questions! Those are exactly what I want to create in people's minds when they read this ^^ (It boosts my ego a bit, I have to admit)

See ya all soon! xD

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