"Nice, Psycho-boy, nice," Kyotoshi shook his head, balling up the wet shirts between his hands. Grey stared at him cooly across the laundrymat. The oversized room looked like a chess board, machines spread out in orderly rows across its black and white tiled surface. Across the board, across the room, the black-haired Human simply watched him. "Not going to apologize at all?" Grey shook his head. Kyotoshi sighed, tossing the shirt into one of the oversized industrial dryers.

It was hard to ever tell what was going on in Grey's head. Kyotoshi was used to people, he'd gotten good over the past few years at reading body language. People tended to say one thing and mean another an aweful lot. It had a lot to do with the eyes- everyone knew that, even if they didn't conciously notice it. The thing was Grey's eyes were hard to watch. When they weren't being hidden behind the irregular mop of dark hair they were staring blindly into space. That, Kyotoshi reminded himself, would be because the kid was blind.

Closed body language with Grey meant next to anything. Just because he was standing with his arms crossed, hugging his sides didn't mean he wasn't going to want to go walking or for food or sleep or talk- given that all of these things he did in his own bizzare way, but still. Kyo flicked his fingers, motioning Grey to cross the floor. "C'mon, you're doin this too." Grey shook his head violently. "Oh, please," Kyo waved again. "I know you ain't put on anything besides those cloths since you got here. You want to shower in em now?" Grey nodded. "Well tough. Get over here."

"I don't trust it." Grey's voice was still a shock to hear. It always seemed to come entirely out of left field that he was speaking at all. It was obvious it wasn't his prefered method of communication and no matter what the Inhuman was saying it always sounded awkward.

All the same, Kyotoshi understood him. Raising an eyebrow, he stiffled laughing. "It?" The Hekshanian rested his arm on top of the dryer's thick open door. "It's four in the morning, Psycho-Boy, nobody's gonna see you." He smiled at the Inhuman who was still shaking his head. "The machine's not gonna eat your shirt. Over here," he thumped a palm against the metal machine behind him. "Come on."

Still shaking his head, the Inhuman crossed the black and white floor, pulling his arms into his sleeves. "No," Was all he said, fidgiting inside his shirt. Kyotoshi rolled his eyes.

"Listen, it'll only take an hour. You'll feel better then anyway." Grey kept shaking his head. "Is this about the scar thing?" The Inhuman nodded solumnly, staring between strands of silver and black. Kyo sighed. "Hey, I told you, I have some too. It's nothing to be scared of. And you need to wash that, so quit wiggling around in there like a zombie." The Hekshanian made a grab for one of the limply flapping sleeves and held onto it tightly.

Grey's head whipped up to stare at the Hekshanian, his squirming suddenly halted. For a second, Kyo considered letting the Inhuman go again but thought better of it. "It won't hurt," he insisted, pulling the dark-haired human closer.

"I can't-"

Kyo ignored Grey's protests and noises and lengthy explanations of exactly what he was or where he'd come from. Keeping hold of the one sleeve, he pulled the Inhuman's tattered black shirt over his head. Grey started to back away, doubling over and squiggling off like a dog trying to worm out of a collar. Oh, no you don't. Kyotoshi ducked under the stretched out shirt and looped his arm around Grey's waist. The scarred human's muscles tensed up at the touch but Kyo held on. He tugged Grey's shirt free, the collar sliding over his face and leaving his hair in more disaray than usual. Keeping hold, Kyotoshi managed to sidestep to a washer and toss the torn up shirt inside while still holding the Inhuman. "There," He said with finality, jabbing at the machine's buttons until the hiss of water began.

Grey tried to pull away, his arms still wrapped around himself. Kyo was dragged away from the washer but managed to keep hold, looping his other arm around the smaller being's waist. "Whoa, whoa, whoa." He dug in his heels and pulled Grey back towards himself. He knew if he let go, Grey was going to go running out into the dark streets and start hiding from him- that was far from something he wanted to deal with right now.

"Get off, stop it! Stop touching me!" Grey snapped and twisted back and forth between Kyo's hands, finally giving up at hugging his sides and locking his hands into a vice-grip on the Hekshanian's arms.

Kyo backed his ears, feeling his shoulders slump and some of the fight go out of himself. "Psycho-boy, I know you were messed up by people...but that doesn't mean that all touch is bad." Grey stopped thrashing a moment and glared at him. For someone who was blind, the Inhuman did a wonderful job of keeping eye communication alive. Kyo was getting used to the slightly off-center looks that were still directed at him. His voice perked up again. "It doesn't," he reaffirmed.

"How." That took Kyo by surprise. He was expecting to be told to let go of Grey or to go to hell or to just in general avoid all physical contact with the Inhuman. Instead, he got a question. Albiet a sarcasm-riddled question, but it was still a question.

"Aaa," Rolling his eyes skyward, Kyotoshi found himself as usual at a loss for words. That did not, however, mean he was at a loss for explanations. "Well," he pulled the human towards himself - very gradually, he didn't want to risk Grey spooking again - close until the bare scarred skin was touching his chest. Barely, but good enough. "This is okay, right?"

When suspicion comes second nature it becomes difficult to know the difference between curiousity and paranoia. Grey was still glaring but had allowed himself to be shuffled closer to the Hekshanian, the taller furred Alien whom he had been thrown to. So far he had trusted Kyo. So far nothing bad had happened. Carefully he released his choke hold on Kyo's arms and ran his fingers along the furred arms. It was like a cat, a little bit. At the same time it wasn't at all. He could feel the Hekshanian's fur rippling behind his fingers, on end.

Kyotoshi was very near. Grey could feel the fur on his chest against his skin, just barely. The body heat was faint. The feeling of Kyo's breathing was faint too. Carefully, nervous and carefully, Grey leaned in closer, resting his weight against the Hekshanian's chest. The warmth was nice. The smell Kyotoshi had was nothing new, it was the same smell that hovered around his apartment- dust and sleep and alcohol. The alien was right. It wasn't a bad feeling. Grey felt Kyo's shoulder shifting under his cheek as the Hekshanian's arms closed tighter around the Inhuman's body. The fur and the warmth still felt good and Grey didn't fight. He closed his eyes, feeling the fur against his eyelids.

The voice from above seemed slightly off-base, as if Kyotoshi was speaking from somewhere else. "See? It's nice to be near someone."

Kyo was a idiot, Grey thought. He was a good idiot though, the kind that would readily give his life for friends but not for an abstract cause. The kind that would stand in a laundrymat at four in the morning and tell you that it was fine to be touched. He was still an idiot, and still wrong. This wasn't about another person, Grey knew, it was about feeling safe and together and warm like he was burried under a blanket of cats. He thought about saying that. He started to say that. He said; "No-"

Grey felt a thud as Kyo rested his chin on the top of the Inhuman's head. "Uh-huh." The Hekshanian's grip slacked and Kyotoshi moved back, leaning down just the slightest amount. "This way too, this way is good." Grey felt the soft fur and the shape of Kyo's thumb and index fingers on his chin. He felt the heat and the breath and Kyotoshi's mouth on his. He wanted to jump back. He wanted to drag himself away, now that he was free and crawl into one of those huge dryers and stay. But he trusted Kyo. The warmth wasn't bad, the feeling of another tongue in his mouth was nice. He could taste bitterness, the faint alcohol taste Kyo always had.

It wasn't bad, and Grey felt heat in his own face. He felt it especially along the scar on his nose. It wasn't bad, his head was more disjointed than regular and he couldn't link it back to dark spaces or cats. Everything had fallen apart and was leading to dead ends. Kyo's nose brushed his and it itched, but it was far from bad. Grey tried to make a sound but failed, something inside telling him what to do, mimicking the Hekshanian but not mimicking at all.

Now the warmth was his, spread inside, the Inhuman trying but not trying to make any sense of it. He couldn't argue this, he couldn't argue this, no point to argue this. He felt the warmth and heat down below and it was annoying and not annoying and yes it was annoying. The camo-spotted pants were loose, but not light enough. His hands let go of the Hekshanian's arms again, diving down. Grey did his best to cover what was happening out of a mixture of confusion and denial.

He didn't do this and he couldn't do this and it was impossiable to do this and yet it was still happening.

Kyo withdrew gently, like he was still afraid of Grey bolting out the door. The Hekshanian put his hands on the Inhuman's shoulders and smiled at the younger man. "That was nice," he pointed out. Grey was still trying to fight and not fight the warmth and his own body. "You can't see it, but your face is all red. So don't argue that one."

Grey shook his head, hoping it would send everything scattering into order. "It's...warm..."

Kyo looked down, following the battered trail of scars on Grey's arms down to where he was cupping his hands nervously. "Guess so," he muttered half to himself. Looking back up, he put his hand softly on Grey's head and petted the scruffy hair. "It's okay. That's normal. That's meant to feel good too. I can show you, if you want." The Hekshanian gently took hold of Grey's wrists and pried them away, his knuckles brushing against the head of the lump and making Grey shiver and swallow a small sound.

"I don't..." Grey shook his head, not knowing what he 'didn't' or even 'did.' Before he had a chance to work out a semi-coherant sentance, Kyotoshi's arms looped around him again, the fur tickling. It felt stranger now, somehow, even though Grey knew it was the same. Kyo's hands rested against his rear, the Hekshanian pulling the Inhuman closer again. Grey felt his own problem press against Kyotoshi's thigh, a pressure building up in his chest. He shut his eyes. He could feel something sort of hard sort of not very warm no not warm hot pressing against the lowest part of his stomach. One of Kyo's hands petted his hair again.

"It's okay. I promise nothing will hurt. It's normal. Okay?" Grey felt the warmth spreading through his whole body again, the strangled noises seeming to drain all the air out of his lungs. He felt dizzy. "Okay?" He nodded, feeling Kyo's fur bend the wrong way against his face.

He was released again, his breathing getting shallow and and the warmth starting up a dull ache. Kyotoshi closed his hands around the Inhuman's ribs and walked him backwards, back and back until Grey felt himself pressing up against metal that was also swimming with warmth. He placed his palms flat against the metal, trying to concentrate on breathing without looking up.

There was one hand against his face, flooding warmth through fur into him. Kyo's nose touched his again but this time he was just near, that close. Not yet. Please let it be yet. The Hekshanian's free hand fumbled with the old button-up fly on Grey's camo pants. Part of the Inhuman wanted to help. Part of him wanted to push the Hekshanian away. He stayed paralyzed, still breathing heavy. Kyo ran his thumb along the waistband, working the pants down until they slid halfway down Grey's legs and left him out in the air. Even the air was warm.

Kyo's forehead touched Grey's. "Trust me, Psycho-boy."

One hand seemed to be trying to keep him calm. The other didn't seem to be doing that at all. Kyo's fur moved with the stroking, the Inhuman unable to keep from making squeaking noises now. He raised his shoulders, he squinted up his eyes, he breathed faster. Grey acted, he knew, like it was bad.

But it wasn't bad at all.

He felt himself tensing, his spine curved. Kyo's fingertips sometimes worked alone and sometimes together. Sometimes the thumb stayed solo, teasing him. The Hekshanian's pace was even and smooth. It wasn't fevered or insane or pounding. The heat built and built, Grey squeaking and finding himself unable to keep from giving in to the sensations his body and warmth were sending.

The floor was white and black anyway.

Kyo didn't stop abruptly at that. Softly, he continued to pet at the Inhuman, cupping and stroking, leading out of it as evenly as it had lead in. Grey was still breathing hard, still keening and squinting up his eyes. The whole world seemed to be falling into peices and being thrown through a grated floor and coming back together again over and over. It wasn't making sense but it probably didn't have to. Kyotoshi touched his forehead to the human's, speaking softly to him.

"Next one might hurt. Don't have to if you don't want to. This is your first time, so-"

"No, no, no, no," Grey pawed, inexperienced, at Kyo's pants. Finding the fly he tried clumsily and with shaking hands to do what had been done for him. The sound of a zipper was welcome, the Inhuman trying to bat the pants away as if they could be vaporized.

Smirking, the Hekshanian reached down and cupped the Inhuman's hand against his crotch. It felt unrealisticly warm. Grey's fingers tiched against him and Kyo felt a moan at the bottom of his lungs. Licking at the Inhuman's face, he guided Grey's hand, rubbing swiftly. "Unlike you, kid," his voice was deteriorating into a whisper with strained pauses, "I wear boxers. No biggie." Ducking down for a moment, Kyo guided Grey's hand behind the elastic band and down between his legs. "No..." His breath caught. "Problem."

With one hand closing and opening around the Inhuman's fingers as Grey worked away, Kyo resumed his previous activities with the Inhuman's needs. It was faster now, though, using the base of his palm to spur Grey into working with renewed endurance. Kyotoshi licked the bridge of Grey's nose again, slowly, taking the delay in time to tease the human. Grey made more sounds, his grip seeming to spasm before returning to it's uneven movements. Kyo slowed down there, waited a moment for the Inhuman to finish before continuing. Grey's movements were slowed, almost ceased. Kyo guided his hand still, keeping with the more even pace. "This is..." Another pause, this one lengthyer. He tried to stifle a groan. "Isn't what I ha...ad in mind." Almost affectionately, he stroked against the Inhuman's with the edge of his thumb, sweeping back and forth. Grey panted, his head against Kyo's shoulder and his back nearly slumping against the machines now. Reluctantly, Kyo withdrew his hand from guiding Grey's. The Inhuman, following, continued as Kyo had been leading in any case. The Hekshanian groaned and arched his hips slowly forward, his hand moving with agonizing slowness to be free of his boxers. The fabric slid away, pooling at his ankles and Kyo's hand returned to cup around Grey's.

"Ss..sto..stop," he continued to follow Grey's slow fondlings despite his own words. "Ki...i-" A lengthy moan from behind his closed lips interupted, Kyotoshi forgetting his focus and returning the favour to the human who keened deliciously in response. "Kay...kay..." Kyo's back arched. "Don't stop. Jus..jus'..." The reponse disolved, Kyo hazily recognizing now not just their shirts needed washing.

Letting Grey's hand be, Kyo reached down and held onto the human's thigh, lifting his leg and propping Grey up against the dryers. The jolt paused both of them a moment, Kyo recovering quicker. Licking at the Inhuman's neck, he whispered, "Leggo, Pscho-boy...Don' worry. That's it...That's it..."

"But-" Grey wormed against being held, the vibrations of the machine thrumming on his spine and the warmth lording over him. Kyotoshi reached for the human's other leg, his hand touching before he seemed to think better of it. Instead of whatever he had been intending to do, Kyo simply stroked along the contour of Grey's leg, letting him down from against the dryer gently.

Crouching just slightly to let the Inhuman down, Kyo leaned forward and licked along Grey's stomach, tracing slowly upwards as he stood. Grey whimpered and shook his head before Kyotoshi moved away. The Hekshanian touched their foreheads together again, thumping lightly once and smiling. Grey couldn't see the expression, but he could understand the tone.

"Don't worry bout it," Kyo's voice was still muted. "We gotta finish laundry, right? It'll be light soon," He ruffled the Inhuman's hair. "We can stand 'round long enough to do that without trouble. Then we go back home." It was blaitently obvious he was trying to keep any suggestive tones out of his voice. It had the opposite effect.

Grey watched as Kyo fetched his shirt from the still spinning dryer and tossed it to him. Still slightly damp, the shirt fell across Grey's face. With a little effort, Grey managed to put on Kyotoshi's shirt, noting that even after washing it still smelled the same. Like dust, sleep and alcohol.

It was still warm.