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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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[There couldn't be an ask to just stop. Because there's no stopping the General, either. He'll do what he does until his dying day. He maybe can shift his allegiances, a little, but he needs the fighting and the work and the life goals as much as he needs the relaxation from aggressively pursuing all that.]

How do you want me to remind you? [His tone is erring towards playful again.]

[He's starting to realize every time he hears Manabu stutter he needs to look because nine times out of ten he's about to see some overwhelmingly cute behavior.]

[he looks away, sheepish, and rubs the back of his neck.]

I mean-- You know what's happening around here, or...worth checking out or seeing, so...so you can let me know. And...and I can remember to use more of my shore leave.

[So many catty, playful things he could add. But what he ends up doing is offering what he never thought he'd offer.]

If you come back to Tokyo for shore leave, you could stay in Taito at my apartment. I could get another futon.

[It's not like he's in the area that often or that long, right? It's pretty much offering a place to stay for regular visits.]

Maybe you can think about it after we see how tonight goes? [Sleeping ~~and doing whatever else~~ in the same room and all.]

...Mn. Yeah. Okay.

[it's a small-sounding agreement, but only because Manabu's trying to temper his reaction. admittedly, he doesn't know the right reaction to go with the response, but he's fairly sure being over-eager is out. would he even be able to keep that energy up? it'd be like amping himself up for a HALO jump...without actually knowing how to do it.

which is...kind of what this is. if the high-altitude was feelings instead of...altitude...

then again, maybe there's meat to this metaphor after all: Taro is very tall.

this is why Manabu doesn't ruminate too hard on feelings...it's so confusing to get into the weeds!! he should just trust his gut, even if his gut is also confused. at least instincts should count for something, probably!

to keep from bringing himself down with worry over his own naivete, Manabu digs his phone out and takes a few pictures of the lights. for his mom, he'd say, if asked. but really, for himself, too.]

[There is a surprise knot that unravels that he didn't even know got twisted up in the making of that offer. He sees him take that photo and that alone makes him happy he brought Manabu up here.] Can you send some of those to me?

[He could take one himself, but it's nice to get the ones that come from Manabu.]

[Hmm. He has to start planning some tactical way to bribe C018 into tolerating someone else. Though he knows it can be done. C018 thought he was a human when they first met, and he won him over before he knew better.]

[He's pretty content to sit up here in a stew of those thoughts until it's time to head back. Which means another trip down. But that's always a little less harrowing than the trip up.]

[easy ask, easy send. he's not much of a photographer, but the tech pulls a lot of weight, so it is a comfortable fit among the other pictures of flowers, dogs, and curios from off-world in their message history.

after the lingering has worn out (more on Manabu's side, given he gets so antsy standing still), Manabu swallows his thoughts and feelings down for one more trip, this time with gravity. he tucks his head down this time so his chin doesn't hit on the General's back or shoulder with each impact, but the friction on his nose is a poor trade-off. he'll figure out optimum ergonomics for this one day (and realize it's bridal carry and refuse it anyway).

the weather on the way back is mild and comfortable, and it feels nice to feel part of someplace, even if it's just for a few days; he can put aside pesky feelings-thinking for the walk...at least until getting up to the hotel, and he can't help but be reminded of warm mouths and large hands and the low purr of one of the deepest voices he's ever heard.

he gulps.]

[The General hangs up his coat dutifully when they're back, kicks off his shoes by the door, puts his wallet on the entryway desk. Tucks his new little panda candle into his bag. Basically going through the motions. Then just stands in front of Manabu. Steps in front of him.]

Take me to where you want me.

[It's a... strangely worded request. But he wants to see what it is Manabu wants him to do first before he goes with anything. If he just wants to go to sleep and leads the General over to the other bed. If he wants him closer. Whatever it is, he offers up both of those big hands to be led.]

[strange, indeed. Manabu's shrugged a light jacket off and is now beset by the height difference yet again, forcing him to look up to regard him and not just his chest. the proximity makes him blush as usual while he processes the ask.]

Where I-- [want him? goodness.] I--What do you mean, you...want to go back out somewhere?

[He was fully aware that it was an 'instructions unclear' moment, so this was one of the lesser ways that could have went wrong.]

If you want me in my own bed tonight? Take me over to the bed you don't plan to sleep in. If you would want me in your bed, take me to the bed you're sleeping in. If you want to start something here- here are my hands. You decide where you want them to begin.

So. Where do you want me?

[He's gotten very good at waiting patiently for panicked or confused people to find their footing. He can stand here. But he might be smiling a little bit, because he is hoping.]

[Manabu goes red to the tips of his ears.

Oh, so it--this is-- Uh oh. his throat is suddenly very dry and stomach a knot.]

T-Taro, I, uh...I, I do like you, but I--I don't really know much of anything about that sort of--I mean, in practice, since I don't-- I'm not--

[behold: officer turbovirgin]

[The smile eases some.] I wasn't planning to go that far. Laying down means I can be level with your head. [And the two of them not craning the whole time.]

But I wouldn't mind seeing some of those scars and how tough you are.

[Still, waiting, at the ready. And even if he puts him in his own bed, it's such a beautiful little disaster when he gets flustered.]

Uh, hah...uh-huh... [gulp. he blinks a few times, looking askance at the beds, now ominous-seeming.]

We-well, I--we, uh. [does it matter which one, then?! if it's the same destination--

overthinking just makes things worse, so he lets his gut decide:] Here's fine. [he gestures to the one nearest him - his.]

[He said it and he meant it. He wouldn't have protested being sent to his own bed. He would have just put on his sweats and gone to sleep.]

[He needs to do something first. Manabu keeps making that face, everything is red, he's surprised his shirt isn't blushing at this point, so he closes the distance and takes his face in his hands. First giving him a real kiss, pressing their lips together more firmly than before, and then planting one on his forehead because it is only through the strongest of willpower he can cope with this man's behavior.]

Whatever you say, Officer. [He walks over there and lays on his back, crossing his legs at the ankles.]

[Manabu's fluster is somehow tempered in the midst of a kiss, only to be stoked and left errant when he's let go. he wavers in place while the General's getting cozy, leaving Manabu to wipe at his burning face.

sure, he doesn't know what he's doing, but he's only worried about that when he's not doing whatever it is he doesn't know what he's doing! so the answer is clearly just...doing. whatever it is.

he doesn't know.

so he moves, sitting on the edge at his side, doing more of a Prince Charming than a proper lie down here, lifting his hand, but hesitating.]

Is it okay to touch your hair?

Go ahead. [There is a lot of it, and it being in the way is very useful to him most of the time. Right now? Not so much.]

[So he's not just resting with his hands across his chest or something awkward, as it seems like he knows what he's doing the fact is he's never been this gentle with anyone in this situation (he's just covering any unease by being stoic), he reaches up to hold to the sides of the pillow his head is resting on until Manabu decides what it is he wants to do.]

[Also Manabu doing it this is very cute. He's very weak to the behavior and he doesn't have any clue why. It's just tickling at his amusement in the most endearing way. Ugh, the wily little soldier does this shit and he loves it. He loves him. He hates it that he loves him. But here he is, basking in it.]

[Manabu is hesitant in even acting on what he asked to, but it'd be stupid to ask and not do it anyway, so he makes himself move to carefully sweep hair away from his eyes and consider them. they're unlike any he's seen before - not that he's really thought much of eyes one way or another, but Taro's definitely are compelling.

it's good he's not getting teased about this, otherwise he'd balk and give up outright. it's still tricky, and he's ever-braced to get criticized, but the patience is a balm.

of course, he can only manage so much on his own before getting uncertain of himself. best to rely on what he does know already: he bends forward and, after a little misfire in bumping the General's long nose, presses a kiss on him. like before, the fuss gets thrust into the background in favor of contact.]

[It's a pity Manabu hasn't, as he's got a very good set of big puppy eyes on him. But he doesn't critisize, doesn't comment, just looks up at Manabu with a bit of eager joy. Glad to be touched, glad to be regarded in this way. He doesn't even know if what he's thinking is positive or negative. He's just, as always, pretty easy to satisfy.]

[He's somehow very skilled at requiring both the least and most maintenance.]

[The nose is very understandable. The General is aware of how notable that thing is- the long hair has been crucial to hiding how hard his features can be. He does nothing to call attention to it because he realizes it's another situation of trying to coax in a wounded animal, and he lifts one of his hands to rest on Manabu's shoulder as he tilts to meet the kiss.]

[He tries to gently encourage him to stay in it, to let it linger rather than quickly pull away, humming a grateful sound against Manabu's mouth.]

[it really does seem to have a stunning effect no matter how many times, Manabu realizes, and while he tries to be a little scientific about this, tries to consider the whats and the whys, he all-too-easily loses himself in it.

soft. warm. a little undercurrent not unlike an electric buzz that tingles under the skin, up the spine, down to the nethers. Manabu falls into the trance of careful but gradually more indulgent kisses, less skittish and more amenable to the General's guidance should he see fit to dictate.]

[The General's hands start to roam a little. The one at his shoulder moves to the back of his neck, his other coming up to rest against his chest and then his fingertips trace the line of his clavicle and down his breastbone through his shirt. He knows the kiss is getting to him, too, because he catches himself squirming against the sheets.]

[After finding Manabu's rhythm, he indulges in just that comfort for a little bit. Eventually though, he slows to ask-]

Do something for me. Part your lips a little.

[And he presses his tongue between them. Not deep and forcefully, just to touch the tips of his teeth a graze, testing the flat edge before smiling gently against his mouth with a soft, 'huh'. Like 'So that's what those feel like.']

[Manabu complies without thinking, but lucidity jolts back when he feels that new texture; where little bristles had come at being gingerly touched by fingertip, a full shudder takes him when Taro's tongue slips into his mouth. he freezes, breath stopped for several rapid heartbeats. his eyes flutter open, but he doesn't move, a little staggered on what to do.

he tries to stay still, but unless the General pushes on, his mouth will move for him in its own, unpracticed way.]

[Right... right, he has to explain. He's starting to pant against Manabu's mouth, the hand at the back of his neck having worked its way into his hair without him noticing, so he moves his arm entirely to rest it at the middle of the other's back.]

A little deeper. [He breathes.] Go slow and figure me out. Lay on top of me. [The General wants so badly to tug him onto him. He's practically shaking with the urge to grab him. But that's not what this is. It's something else. He's gotta let the other man take his time finding his footing. But that doesn't mean he doesn't want.]

[His own lips part some more as he urges Manabu's mouth fully against his, slowly, slowly pairing a motion of tasting the tip of his tongue with moving his lips. It's not frantic. It can't be. He wants it to be, but it can't be. It's not that kind of moment, it's not what this is, he needs to let it be what it is. But it has him fully groaning into the mouth pressed against his.]

[the fact the General's not admonished Manabu for being clueless and bumbling boggles him a bit, and it's a tell that he tenses a little even when hearing the instructions, bracing first, relaxing second. the mistrust is learned not from the General, but from a history of risk-taking being rewarded with dire consequences for others rather than Manabu himself. not terribly rational in a makeout session, but hey.

there's a little noise of assent as Manabu closes his eyes and lowers himself carefully, a softer sound escaping through his nose when contact is made chest to chest.

such thrilling new feelings...because of Taro? it's hard to find a second to marvel at that when sinking further into the moment, warmer and softer and more pliant.]

[When he feels the brace, a big solid hand rubs up and down his back. Gently consoling him, encouraging him, wordlessly letting him know he's doing alright. He occasionally leaves gaps in the kiss so they can catch their breath, shifts back to just lips, and guides him into slowly deepening the kiss again.]

[As he does this, the urge to grind is so goddamn strong, but the worry of running Manabu off for wanting too much is stronger. So instead of just pulling Manabu to straddle him or something, to be able to rub up against him, he hugs his thighs around one of the other man's legs, leaving them both groin-to-hip in a way so if desperation takes him he's not going to scare him out of the damn bed.]

[His hands get a little friskier than he intends though. Not so much on purpose. But as he's sliding his grip down Manabu's back, at one point his fingers catch on the hem of his shirt and he doesn't really stop the slide of palms against bare skin as they come up to rest behind his shoulders.]

[The General's eyes roll with effort behind his closed lids. No. Don't. Don't dig your nails in. That's not what this is. This is softer, this is slow. He lets his hands slide down his sides, splayed and firm, trying to take in every detail.]

[Manabu exhales shakily against the General's mouth, a little whimper escaping him; he forgets to recoil from his own embarrassing sounds in the midst of things, and while Taro may be making conscious efforts to be careful and gentle, Manabu lacks the caution or awareness to be cautious. given such slack, he gradually is encouraged to make things worse on the poor alien.

His fingers tingle, he thinks. Do mine? On him-?

maybe the answer is inherent in how his leg gets snared, in--

he utters a soft groan when his bare back is touched, the feeling more intense; it makes him writhe, and in writhing, rub against him, and in doing so, making that buzz stronger.

he parts from Taro's mouth with a pant.

This is-- it's a lot. too much? he doesn't know.]

[When Manabu pulls back to pant, the General's eyes open, briefly gleaming in the shadow Manabu's casting on him.]

Too much?

[He doesn't move his hands again yet, he just stills, breathing, restraining every little bit of him, still open-handed towards that scared animal.]

[Okay. Okay. Don't be reckless. Keep your wits. Maybe it's also not as rational to cope with this like it's a battle plan. He removes his hands from the skin they'd been inspecting and instead tucks them into the hair that frames his face. Look at that. Look at those sweet eyes and soft lips. That's what this is for.]

[Finally he moves again, this time to reach down to his own waistline, and like a necessary sacrifice, he catches the hem of his own turtleneck and with a little squirming under Manabu, pulls it off over his head. There are, bewilderingly, no scars on him for someone who leads such a rough life. But there's plenty of decoration there, some of it even still covered. The random lines that are usually revealed by his uniform are shown to be stylized vines connected to a flower with only parts of the petal and stamens visible from this angle, stretching above the waistline.]

I want to see you.

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