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[A series of distress calls start coming in directly to the SDF. Official lines from a particular 'Homeworld', but no identity or rank attached. These calls always have specific details relating to pirate attacks in Homeworld space.]

-Binary Cluster colony 12, population 10,000-10,200 depending on commercial traffic, under attack by five ships. Vega Platoon recommended. Map of stable solar jetstreams for rail establishment forthcoming.

-Former pirate outpost abandoned. Reviewed by Homeworld officials already. Location information and investigation permissions unlocked for use by Spica train. Shared analysis delayed until full review is concluded.

-Asteroid 37 mining colony, population 200, Sirius Platoon recommended with additional evacuation cars. Stellar coordinates forthcoming.

[There are several of these over the span of a few months. What they don't know is that on Earth, it gives the general the opportunity to speak to leadership. To say that any Earth invasion has to be delayed indefinitely while the SDF is working to resolve the pirate problems. Because, while the General is strong, many Homeworlders are on par with humans. Just a few of them are exceptional; each outpost has some sizable representatives of the leadership, and there usually aren't enough of them to hold off entire pirate fleets.]

[It eventually even comes out that the death tolls that the SDF counts are incorrect. It's shared by some medical staff that the Homeworld has a program where willing participants will carry someone's consciousness into space, the two of them essentially doubling their experience while one body stays on the Homeworld. They share a body and exchange use of it, but if that shared body should die, the body on the Homeworld dies as well. The death tolls by the pirates are actually a quarter larger than what has been recorded by the SDF, and too many empty husks had to be removed from stasis because their owners would never be returning.]

[It's enough to drive the leadership to trust a military with more experience with a shared enemy.]

[Not all of the Homeworlders can be convinced to trust humans, though, and warned of an incoming pirate attack a security leader acts on too quickly. He sees humans coming, no matter their mode of transportation, and decides it's a cover for the pirates.]

[The moment the General hears about this absolute idiocy in the process of it happening, and realizes what platoon was supposed to be in charge of that mission, he's having a ship launched from Earth with some valuable staff on board. He knows if he doesn't hurry, those pirates will still be coming and that platoon will be doubly fucked.]

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Eh? My-? [it takes a second to think on it - it's been weeks, y'know! and friends and coworkers are different categories in his brain...even when his coworkers are also practically family and--

lightbulb.] Oh! Uh, ye-yeah. I think it's okay. [time heals most wounds, he supposes.

he picks up a spoon and fiddles with it idly while waiting.] But! But uh, I get a week. There's some general maintenance being done on Big One, so the team's on standby.

That's good. I was concerned. [That his loyalty was called into question or something.]

[Their workplace relationships are always complicated. He knows Manabu doesn't have the seperation that he strives for, but he also literally lives at his job. One day that'll be a discussion they should have, what those relationships are and how friendly he should consider them, and likewise the different boundaries the General has for the other executives.]

[But that's for later.] Then I'll rearrange my work week in the morning. I'll take off tomorrow and the day before you go. Or I'll at least work from home. [He wants a couple of days where he can smother him with attention before he wakes up.]

I'd ask if that was okay to do, but...you're kind of the boss of that, aren't you? [his mouth twitches on one side.]

Mmhm. [And he all proud of himself about that. One of the best parts of his job- he tries to not be an absend and/or toxic boss, but he's not above taking liberties.]

[Once the stew's warm he fills the two mugs, and grabs chopsticks.] I don't know if you've had a chance to look around, but here's the utensil drawer. There's plates. There's pots and pans. [He loosely gestures to the appropriate cabinets but no one ever actually remembers that.]

[Manabu accepts one of the mugs and follows on the tour, trying to keep from laughing because this is serious! respect a guy's sorting system!

(he will not remember more than half of this stuff but it's the thought that counts.)]

Anything off-limits?

No, I don't really keep-

[He pauses, staring out into some non-specific spot, searching his rolodex of a mind for stray cards. And in the end probably makes it impossible for Manabu not to laugh.]

...I have one questionable magazine in the bottom of my half of the closet. In case you should find it, it wasn't that I had an interest in looking at anyone else, it was that I wanted to be better for you and was doing research but I also didn't want to leave an even more conspicuous digital trail.

[It is under many things. Don't go searching. Please. He'll have to bury himself in the park so he won't be a burden when he dies of embarrassment.]

But otherwise it's all open to you.

A-- [his mouth twitches, catching himself from busting out laughing because Taro's being earnest. instead, he just loudly clears his throat, unable to suppress the grin. see, if the tables were turned, Manabu would already be digging, so he really can't let himself off the hook here.] N-no worries.

[he's honestly smarter than Manabu, who, of course, is an ipad kid. so. y'know.]

[He sees him trying not to laugh! He does! But he likes seeing Manabu smile, his face is absolutely divine, and to be honest he would sacrifice some dignity just to know he was getting that beautiful grin.]

[He'll have to figure out what other mildly embarrassing thing he's strong enough to tell him at some point, just to get that again. Manabu gets to have those rare, tiny humiliations because he handles them gently and his happiness is more valuable than gold.]

[But for now he's just a little red and scooping some stew chunks into his mouth before drinking some of the broth.] Do you have anything that's going to need a private space? Since I set aside the room in the closet, you can leave some things here.

[fair's fair; Manabu should take this seriously and consider while slurping on broth. anything data-sensitive requires his eyescan or a password, so that should be okay...

oh--] Maybe a safer place to store the sidearm. I don't want to leave a live weapon just laying around so casually, you know? [it's bad practice!]

That's not a bad idea. You wouldn't have to worry about it because I've never told- and will never tell -any of my coworkers where I live.

In fact, I never had anyone over before you.

[For further evidence he'd already fallen for him before he even kissed him that first time.]

[Manabu's gaze flicks down, feeling a little flip in his stomach that the food has to negotiate with.

He does so much for me, and I...]

Sorry...for not, not being able to return the favor the same way.

[because the lodging at HQ would NOT...love having an alien dude in it unauthorized.

but, as far as homes go...]

I-I didn't forget your ask. About...my mom. I just have to talk to her first, is all. Sorry. For making things difficult.

[The general seems genuinely confused by this.]

You're here. That's all I wanted. [He can be very forthright about his emotions, but telling him that he just wanted to be in his heart too feels a little too pathetic ~~and on the nose~~ for him to say. But he has a whole folder of pictures Manabu sent him saved. To him, it feels equal.]

[But the comment that he talked to his mother stills him and keeps him from debating saying things that will make him tragically self-conscious and sit there and internally debate how to tactically approach the problem.]

Take your time. From what you've said, she's lost a lot of family. I'll try to make gaining a family friend a positive experience.

[Maybe he can't exactly be a potential future son-in-law (which is comical to think because he's probably much older than her) but he can successfully be a nice friend her son brought home.]

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[he bobs his head in a vague nod, pushing a wan smile on his face before looking back up.]

Thanks, Taro. For everything.

[He pauses there, maybe for a bit too long.]

...Is it really that much?

[Other than that one rescue- that took a lot of wrangling -the rest doesn't feel that profound.]

[his shoulders shrug up, bashful.]

M-maybe not, but...to me, it is. I guess...because I don't think I ever thought about things like this. About...sharing parts of my life with someone. Outside of work, I mean. Eheh...

[After that last sentiment, he ends up grinning.]

How personally will you take it if I lightly gloat that I was correct and that you needed more off-work relaxation?

[It's been a long time given Manabu's trips out with his train, but he still remembers getting caught with no proper escape while bantering over the phone.]

[sigh.]

Yeah, yeah... But it's not my fault I didn't know! [only his fault for not exploring on his own.]

You really do love me.

[He doesn't think Manabu would give him that win if he didn't. He let him be right!]

[He rounds the counter to lean down and give him another cheek kiss. Luckily, Manabu is also adorable when he's being petulant. Still frustrating, but it's a sweet kind of frustrating.]

A--I--! [he freezes, fresh blush blooming on his formerly pouting face. there's a little tremor in his grip, but he is quick in recovering so he doesn't spill anything. this food...this food and Taro's are now barriers to kissing.]

Thanks for the meal. [he is going to proceed to wolf and chug this shit down fast, savoring be damned. breathing be damned? he gulps hard against a particularly unchewed bit, but survives with a bit of coughing.]

P-pretty good... [surely.]

[He watches him scarf his food in faint surprise, but then realizes why he did it mid-frantic-gobble, as for being a relatively intelligent man he has to go through three layers of overthinking before landing at the correct conclusion.]

You're welcome. [He avoids saying it was better when he first made it, as it is fine warmed up and he eats his a little faster too. Once he's done he takes the mugs, politely puts them in the sink to bother with before he goes to bed for good for the night, and walks over to Manabu to cup his cheek with one hand and lean in to give him a real kiss.]

[Luckily the smile he's wearing is pleasant and faint and it's not so strong he has to fight it off his face to let it linger.]

[Manabu's fidgeting is quelled right as the hand is on his face; he is quick to reciprocate, eager even. it's been weeks! and thinking about kissing him and actually kissing him are two different experiences, and Manabu is definitely partial to the real deal.

hands free of food responsibilities to touch, he wraps his arms around Taro's waist, happy to hug him to him.

after a couple extra kisses:] I missed you. [in case that wasn't already stated.]

[He wanted this for so long. The I missed you sentiment is so sweet, so genuine. The wave of fondness that hits him after the kiss is magnified to a tsunami.]

[The way he's hugging him is so cute. The way he's looking at him is achingly sweet. Everything about him is good in that moment, and the General's staring at him so hard and so adoringly that he trembles with it. Enough so that the shaking is visible in the slight wobble of his ears, so even if Manabu wasn't holding onto him he'd be betrayed by his body.]

[Before he kisses him again he just has to hug him to him, wrapping him up against his solid form with his long lanky arms. One hand against his head, fingers slipping into his hair, the other arm settled around his lower back. He doesn't dole them out easily, but Manabu feels like the perfectly sized recipient to wrap himself around in one of his embraces.]

[He doesn't say it back. But he probably doesn't need to.]

[this brings Manabu's ear to the General's chest, front row for the hammering heart. his own jumps up in rate as if by sympathy, encouraged by the tickling feeling that comes with the fingers combing through his hair. being so short is so often a source of frustration, but times like these he just...fits right.

of course, being this close, he felt the quiver, wonders at it. Is that because of me, or because of a long workday? He has said he often would just...collapse the moment he walked in the door...

turning his head so he's not just talking into this guy's tits:] You want to get some sleep?

Not until you do... and I have a bath and change into pajamas... unless you'd rather I not sleep in anything.

[He's actually a little shy about that offer since even now he's not so sure of his appeal, but he wanted to teasingly make it anyway. Still, he's not waiting for a response. He's had a little energy surge since Manabu got home, and now he's fed, and he wants more than anything to spend some time on him.]

[But now that he's kept himself from exploding with emotions, he leans down to kiss him again, this time sticking with it. He's still running his fingers through his hair as he does this, enjoying the feel of the soft brown strands. Now that he knows how soft Manabu's mouth is, and how to mind his own sharp teeth, it's easier to fit their mouths together right off the bat.]

[the regular, affable, default answer was there, but the General kissed it away and it's forgotten; Manabu's fingers curl tight little bunches of Taro's shirt as he welcomes his tongue back with a soft sound through his nose. needy little whine - sort of sound he'd be embarrassed to claim as something from him later, but barely registers as anything because his attention is just on how good it feels to be held and kissed and warm and tingling.

heck, even grazing his own tongue carefully through shark teeth is a pleasant buzz if only because it means he can hear embarrassing noises that aren't his, but...still kind of are his by merit of eliciting them. give and take.

problem here is that obliterating the first-thought answer also led a trail to evaporating the question it was for, and by the time he's parted for breath, all ruddy-cheeked and eyes fluttering, that realization hits and is uttered absently:] ...What was the question?

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