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Zero had won this time- but Harlock had let him.
They both knew it was pretend, all for show, all apart of a game. Catch, fuck, release. It wouldn’t stick. They’d planned this- they’d confront each other planetside, Zero and his crew overpowering the lone pirate. Finally, he’d be captured. It would be the Karyu captain himself to handle his assignment.
Zero had pinned him, hard, easily overpowering the skinnier and lankier of the two when it came to brute force, no guns or weapons. He was a fairly decorated captain with military training, after all. Harlock had played it cool in front of Zero’s crew, only making a little bit of a show in his faux defeat, bemoaning his capture, cursing the earth military.
“I’m taking him for interrogation.” He’d ordered his crew to step aside and allow him to handle it personally as the captain. Harlock was his charge, his responsibility after all, and he was going to handle it. Handle it he would.
The second Zero’s crew were out of sight as they turned a corridor in the Karyu, Harlock smirked.
His skin tingled beneath his jumpsuit with excitement. “So, captain Zero, what are you gonna do with me now?” Harlock asked innocently as he was lead with a firm push.
Zero only grumbled in response, seeming apprehensive to play along yet for fear of being overheard.
“You dirty old man,” Harlock was really laying it on thick now. “Do you usually make it a habit to arrest pretty twinks just to get in their pants? You must have a type. I’m a lot younger than you, you know. Seems a little perverted.”
“Shut up,” Zero huffed when they were further down the hall. He was glancing over his shoulder, making sure none of his crew were lingering nearby. He was coming undone. Harlock could feel the hard outline of his erection straining against his ass as he guided him toward his confinement. One of the hands that had been on his back to push him along had slid down to Harlock’s hip. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you go… Or maybe I’ll keep you for myself.”
Harlock shuddered and blinked in surprise at the words- not in fear, he could escape the Karyu any day- but in anticipation. He could feel his own skin burning with need beneath his uniform. The usually dead-serious older officer talking to him so filthily…
“Maybe I’d like that,” Harlock murmured back. They were at the doorway now. Instead of reaching for his key immediately, Zero suddenly lurched forward to press his front against Harlock’s back, pinning the skinnier of the two against the door. One gloved hand gripped at the cuffs around Harlock’s wrists that were bound against his spine, and the other slid from Harlock’s hip to begin rubbing at his inner thigh. The officer’s breath was hot against his ear, his hand was sensually rubbing so exhilaratingly close to his crotch. Surely Zero could feel the heat there, the need rolling off him in waves. Harlock could feel it radiating from Zero- the firm press of his hard cock was poking against his ass. His composure was wavering, just a bit.
“I’m sure you would. Locked up and used by other men- that sounds like something you’d like,” Zero murmured the words against his neck. Harlock was already feeling as if his legs were going to give out. He wanted nothing more than to submit himself to the stronger, older man- to let him do as he pleased, to be fucked until his womb ached. But he wanted Zero to work for it a little. They stayed in that moment a bit longer, Harlock’s heart pounding with exhilaration, Zero’s breath ghosting against his ear, getting lost just a spell in the heat of each other. Zero’s caress against his thigh made his clit ache. He wanted for more.
Zero must’ve felt the same. He reached for his key, casting another clandestine glance down the hall to ensure no one was lingering, and opened the door with the hand that had been holding the cuffs. He ushered him forward by giving his hips a light shove with his own, his free hand gripping his thigh.
The room was dark as the Karyu captain closed the door behind them. It certainly wasn’t the cell he was expecting- it looked to be unused living quarters intended for one of his crew. There was a decent-sized cot in one corner with a nightstand next to it, a shower, and a small closet. The only light filtered from under the door.
Now in the quiet darkness, Zero’s heat felt all the more imposing. He was bigger, and he was much sturdier, and it thrilled Harlock- he was in his custody now, cuffed and bound and in theory could do as he pleased. In the privacy of darkness, Zero’s was more bold. The breath on his ear turned to lips- the hand rubbing on his thigh moved to his crotch. Harlock almost gasped as he began rubbing at his clothed pussy, so close to being wet enough to feel it through his uniform. Harlock huffed and grinded against the contact, wanting for more. Slowly, sensually he rubbed from front to back, his fingers ghosting over his engorged clit just below the fabric, past his twitching pussy, all the way to the cleft of his ass as he kissed and sucked downward to the top of his neck- what he could reach over his clothes, that is.
The kisses turned to bites, and the caresses began to centralize to Harlock’s pussy. Harlock was grateful in that moment his attire always covered his neck. Harlock let out a small whimper and spread his legs a bit further and leaned forward into his touches. Zero kept him balanced with the grip on his cuffed wrists and pushed his hips more firmly against the skinnier boy’s ass. Zero began grinding on him, leveraging his hips against Harlock’s ass to slip his tenting boner between Harlock’s legs. It stuck out hard, big enough to be visible from above in the gloom, the darker gray fabric against the blue of Harlock’s jumpsuit, wedged between his thighs. His hot breath warmed the younger pirate’s flesh as Zero drew a shaky breath and paused. He was so, so much bigger than Harlock.
“Be good for me and get on the bed,” Zero murmured. It wasn’t a suggestion. Harlock was guided to the cot and flipped with a solid grip so he could face Zero, then sat down. Zero loomed over him as he gazed upward, meeting his eye. Seated on the edge of the bed, Harlock’s face was just in line with Zero’s crotch. He gazed upward expectantly, the disparity of the situation make his skin tingle. Zero bent over him momentarily, there was a faint clinking sound, and the cuffs fell free of Harlock’s wrists. Flexing them briefly, he was given his next command. “Take your jumpsuit off. You can leave your undergarments on for now.” Harlock debated for a moment, debating whether to give a smart retort. But his skin was burning beneath the thick fabric of his uniform- he’d be glad to be free of it anyways. He obeyed, quickly removing his cravat, followed by his jumpsuit, belts, holsters, boots. Zero watched him the entirety of the process, as if taking in his every movement, his gaze never leaving the skinnier boy. One of his hands palmed at the tenting erection currently at Harlock’s eye level. Once undressed, Harlock leaned back on his palms, shooting Zero an expectant look. He was naked aside from his boxers and his chest binder, but it hadn’t seemed to help the heat building under his flesh.
Zero grabbed the cuffs where they’d been discarded on the mattress, dangling them in front of the younger man’s eye level for a moment. “Give me your wrists from the front this time.” He explained. “Won’t be as fun with them pinned behind your back like that.”
“You’re a bit more kinky than I would’ve taken you for,” Harlock quipped as he offered up his wrists. “Would’ve taken you for a pretty vanilla, missionary type.”
Zero gave him a charged look, not breaking eye contact for a moment as the cool metal again wrapped itself around his wrists and clicked. Zero had the key. He was under his custody. Harlock was his for the time being. Zero fiddled with them for a moment, taking in the sight. His gaze lingered on Harlock heavily, passing down his body, undressing him with his eyes. He then drew himself up and began quickly unbuckling, his voice matter-of-fact as he palmed at his erection momentarily. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me. Besides, I’m not going to give you the chance to run off. You’re under arrest, so I’d best keep you properly restrained.”
Harlock’s heart skipped a beat for a moment. He could feel his stomach flutter with anticipation. Harlock stared, hard, as if entranced by the hands moving to unbuckle and unbutton as he worked to free his burden. He wasn’t disappointed by the sight he was met with when Zero pulled his cock free of his boxers- he was incredibly impressive, that Harlock already figured from what he’d felt. The size of him made Harlock shudder with excitement the brief thought of taking him. Had he been with a man this well-endowed? He couldn’t say he had. He was thick, he was hung, and he was flush with need. For a moment he could only stare with admiration. Maybe a bit of jealousy. He could feel himself growing wetter. Zero’s cock flexed briefly at the exposure, and his tip was already beaded with pre-cum. Harlock stared in wide-eyed awe for just a moment as Zero loomed over him.
A smirk of satisfaction played on Zero’s lips. He pumped himself briefly, grip sliding from his base to his tip, really showing himself off for the younger man. “Bigger than Tochiro, huh?” The comment made Harlock even more flustered than it had any business to. He gave an indignant glare. Before he could collect himself for a smart retort, Zero was palming at the back of his head, and Harlock got into a more comfortable position on his knees as his mouth was urged forward to take him. He did so without a second thought. He’d feel less flustered with a dick in his throat and without Zero’s eyes burning into his own.
Harlock found himself falling to a familiar rhythm- one he’d performed many times on many men. Zero wouldn’t be disappointed- Getting other men off was a skill he’d perfected not just through enjoyment, but for the sake of getting himself out of trouble many times as well. He drew his tongue over Zero’s thick tip first, swirling it in his mouth as he bobbed his head to allow Zero’s throbbing shaft further. He loosened his throat, drew back, then forward, sucking him down, repeating the process, working towards the base to take more of him until he could feel his hot length twitching against his throat. He paused momentarily once he’d taken all of him, slumping slightly against Zero’s belly, feeling a little thrill of victory. The hand on the back of his head massaged his hair gently, as if offering him praise. Harlock swallowed hard and composed himself, letting out a huff that ruffled the hairs at the base of Zero’s cock. He’d swallowed him down to the hilt. Harlock couldn’t help but let out a low moan around his girth, his own clit straining harder between his legs. The sweet taste and firm sensation of Zero’s dick packing his throat, hot and throbbing and so intense against his tongue as he really tasted him. Harlock listened closely and focused on the quiet groans and huffs of the older man above him as he fell into a rhythm, breathing hard through his nose as he sucked him off, his eyes screwed shut with focus. He started to move again, and as he did, Zero began to slowly move his hips in time with Harlock; fighting the urge to gag, Harlock moaned through it as fingers began to tangle harsher in his hair, Zero’s bit-off groans becoming more intense. The filthy, wet, throaty sounds of Zero’s cock plunging past Harlock’s lips and the accompanying moans and whimpers filled the cabin. Harlock strained in his restraints as Zero fucked deeper still, the bite of the steel seeming to get colder with contrast as his body heated up. Zero was feeling the heat too- He could feel Zero’s balls against his chin with every thrust, feel the incessant throbbing of his thick cock intensifying against his mouth. Zero was close, so so close, he could almost taste it-
Abruptly, Zero stilled, and pushed Harlock’s head backwards lightly to remove himself from Harlock’s mouth with a wet pop. Panting, Harlock gazed upwards expectantly, saliva dripping from his chin. Zero’s cock was soaked in it, wet and still twitching in his face. His hair was mussed up, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. Cuffed and on his knees, he must look a mess.
“You look good like that,” There was a smirk on Zero’s lips as he murmured it, drawing a thumb along Harlock’s saliva-soaked chin. The younger man squirmed- his own pussy throbbed embarrassingly hard at the praise, and he avoided Zero’s gaze for a moment with a faux scowl. He must’ve been damn near soaking through his uniform at this rate. After a few seconds of Zero appreciating the sight before him, Harlock was being pushed back abruptly against the mattress, letting out a noise of surprise. Zero grasped him by the cuffs, using them to tug Harlock far back enough that he could square himself on top of him, his cock still poking at the exposed skin of Harlock’s belly. Zero brought his own mouth to Harlock’s, kissing him with a passion that almost knocked the breath out of him. Harlock wasn’t a great kisser- he’d really only had Tochiro to try these things out with, who also only had Harlock- but he kissed back with a fervor. It was sloppy, loud, and needy- Harlock was acutely aware of Zero’s cock twitching against his tummy, and the positioning elicited filthy thoughts. As he sucked on Zero’s lip, their tongues brushing together, he let out a whimper. His neglected pussy and clit seemed to pulse beneath his uniform- he arched himself slightly off the cot, leaning into the contact. Zero’s weight bore down harder, pressing their bodies together, his prick pressed between them.
After what felt like eons, Zero broke the kiss, panting. He blinked at Harlock for a second, then quickly was nuzzling along his jawline, kissing softly, down to his neck. He peppered a few light kisses from his chin to his collarbone- the gentleness only lasted a few moments before Zero was drawing the skin of Harlock’s neck into his mouth, quickly developing to nipping and sucking at the pale flesh. Harlock contorted his neck slightly to allow Zero better access, huffing, pressing the side of his face against the mattress and sucking in a breath as teeth grazed his skin. Satisfied with that spot, Zero released him and moved further up, finding a new patch to leave his mark. Roaming hands began to slide upward, under the fabric band across his chest. Zero paused, lifting his head to asses Harlock’s expression, as if asking permission. He nodded.
Zero deftly slid the binder from Harlock’s chest and upwards, Harlock struggling a moment to slide it over the cuffs. Tossing it aside with the rest of his discarded clothes, Zero leaned back for just a moment, taking it in. Harlock was lucky in that he was extremely small in that region- always had been. “You’re so handsome,” with the compliment Zero was on him again, this time lower and level with his now-bare torso. One hand grasped lightly at his chest, fondling him, while his mouth came to his other nipple. Harlock scarcely has time to bask in the praise before he inhaled sharply with pleasure as Zero began to suck and lick at the highly sensitive bud, rolling it in his tongue and bringing it into his mouth. Harlock moaned and squirmed, feeling the intensity of his pleasure all the way to his weeping slit. The other hand began groping at his other, massaging and kneading it with his grip as the rasp of Zero’s tongue began to turn to bites. Harlock’s breath hitched as he began to mark his chest, his nipple, all the while the other hand fondled and roamed around Harlock’s bare chest, marking his pale skin with his mouth. Zero released him and drew up to admire his work, towering over him in the darkness.
“Zero, fuck, please,” Harlock sounded petulant, whiny. His stoicism was completely vanished. He wriggled beneath Zero’s weight, impatient. He could still feel the poking of Zero’s flagging erection. “Please, fuck me. I want you to fuck me so bad.” He grinded on the older captain with the last words, pushing up against where he could feel the press of his dick. A smirk tugged at Zero’s lips as he eyed the younger boy up again before dropping down once more and grazing his teeth against Harlock’s ear. He shivered.
“I intend to do that, don’t you worry,” Zero’s voice was deeper, raspier against his ear. His breath lingered for a moment, hot and heavy, before Zero leaned back again. A hand was extending down Harlock’s front, sweeping under the waistband of Harlock’s boxers to begin tugging them down. Harlock lifted his legs to assist, and they too were tossed aside. Harlock could feel his heart in his stomach. He swallowed as Zero pried his legs apart at the knees, devouring him with hungry eyes as he took in the sight. Glancing down his own front, Harlock could see the poking head of his T-dick just silhouetted in the gloom, large and hard enough to stand out just slightly from his slit. It excited him- ever since starting injections, he’d been delighted at his growth, and with his skinny frame there was quite the contrast. Zero seemed impressed, too.
Harlock’s pussy was on full display under the hungry eyes of the older man. “Oh, wow,” Zero’s voice was a low, rough murmur. “You’re pretty pent up, aren’t you?” Harlock jolted involuntarily and shivered as Zero swept two fingers through the accumulated fluid of his flushed slit and up to his swollen clit, stroking his tip between two fingers for just a moment, studying his expression fondly. He released him and began ghosting his fingertips against his fluttering slit, ever-sensitive to the contact. It was agonizing, to be teased like this when Zero’s erection was still visible and right in front of him. He needed more, now.
Harlock could only toss his head back and let out a whimper, fidgeting slightly in the cuffs. Harlock’s frustration was mounding. “Actually touch me already,” He complained petulantly. “You sure do a lot of staring.”
After he’d said it, Harlock just barely caught the brief look of dark mischief in Zero’s eyes before he was on him. Harlock let out a little yelp as rough hands gripped his inner thighs, pulling him closer and prying him apart for peruse, spreading him open wide enough he could feel the cold of the room reaching the inner parts of his overheated slit as he was scrutinized momentarily. He could feel himself twitching helplessly, soaked and flushed and desperate for any drop of attention. It was only a couple of heartbeats, but it felt like forever before Harlock felt Zero’s hot tongue rasp against his clit. He let out an involuntary gasp and jolted at the hips, but calloused hands kept him locked in place to the mattress. Immediately, Zero’s hot mouth was pushing between Harlock’s soaked folds, tonguing his fluttering entrance teasingly before slipping back upwards to lightly lap at his swollen hard clit with a few swipes of his tongue. Keeping Harlock firmly pinned down, Zero latched on. Immediately, Harlock let out a pitched moan as Zero began to suck him off, giving the younger and more sensitive of the two little time to adjust before he was lashing him with his tongue and drawing his engorged clit fully between his lips. He couldn’t escape the raw, vivid sensation of Zero ceaselessly sucking and licking at his highly sensitive tip- he was cuffed, pinned, held down by the much physically stronger man. There was no respite from the overwhelm of the pleasure that was eating him alive as Zero continued to lavish him.
“Hnnn- Zero!” Harlock’s breath was coming in quick gasps and he strained his wrists apart roughly in the cuffs, intentionally digging the cold steel into his skin, desperate for another sensation to ground him as Zero’s head bobbed between Harlock’s legs, seeming determined to taste every last bit of him- for a few more moments of agonizing ecstasy he sucked on Harlock’s cock, then released it, tongue dipping again to lap at his labia, between his folds, tongue swirling in the continuous seeping of wetness Harlock couldn’t seem to stop producing under Zero’s attention. Zero suctioned onto his clit again, his grip tightening impossibly on Harlock’s thighs, ensuring he had no escape. Ravenously Zero engulfed him, the dizzying hot wet heat of his mouth and the lashing of his tongue threatening to tip Harlock right over the edge in no time. Weakly his hips rutted against Zero’s mouth as if on their own, lifting from the mattress. The pleasure was agonizing, and he wasn’t going to last much longer, and Zero seemed to know this very well, unrelenting. Harlock had no choice in the matter as he drew in quick gasps of air in any attempt to keep himself in check. Another guttural moan drew from deep within him as he felt himself draw closer, closer, just on the edge of an explosive climax.
Zero’s mouth relinquished its grip on Harlock’s clit, leaving him to still and let out a frustrated groan, teetering just on the edge and still twitching with stimulation. In the darkness, Zero’s imposing frame eclipsed Harlock’s, towering over the much younger, cuffed, naked man. The disparity was clear. Both breathless, both hot with need and reaching a breaking point- Zero’s want had clearly reached to match that of Harlock’s own. Wordlessly, his eyes seeming to burn with lust in the gloom as he maneuvered the skinny boy further back on the mattress and into a comfortable position where he could probably leverage himself. Harlock allowed himself to be manhandled, completely at Zero’s mercy, his body burning with the knowledge of what was coming next- he could see it now, hard and flagging, visibly throbbing with lack of stimulation between Zero’s legs as the older man quickly undressed. The top went first- Harlock, propped against a pillow, wrists cuffed against his belly with his heart throbbing in his ears with watched with great interest.
Just as naked as Harlock, Zero grasped at the back of Harlock’s head to give him one more long, wet kiss on the mouth before his hard tip poked against Harlock’s waiting slit. A tingle of anticipation shot up his spine as Zero hurriedly rubbed his cock through the fluid soaking Harlock’s pussy to allow for easier entry, eliciting an impatient whine. Harlock fidgeted, impatience mounting, wriggling his hips slightly and spreading himself further apart and dropping his cuffed hands to his chest. Zero firmly placed a palm on Harlock’s lower stomach, commanding him. “Be still,” He murmured. The other hand lined up his pulsing cock and Harlock swore he could feel both of their heartbeats thumping louder than everything else, breaths rasping and hitching with tension, both desperate to finally relieve the unresolved desire scorching between them- hotter than their rivalry, defying the law, something impossible that had blossomed despite it all. Harlock saw stars as Zero finally pushed himself inside.
Harlock sucked in a breath- Zero was thick, much larger than Tochiro, and the slight muscle resistance stung initially as Zero pushed slowly deeper, steadying himself with his palm on Harlock’s tummy and planting the other hand on the mattress beside Harlock’s head after his cock was firmly guided inside. He was hot, scorching hot, and Harlock swore he could feel every vein and every inch of him. It didn’t take much before Zero’s tip butted against the mouth of Harlock’s womb, pulsing, throbbing against it, thoroughly buried in the younger boy. Zero let out a deep sigh of relief, but he offered Harlock none. Immediately, he was moving, pulling himself back, then forward again, and within a few thrusts he was fucking Harlock at a steady pace. His cock was so thick, so huge, the stimulation to Harlock’s highly sensitive G-spot and his cervix all at once was intense and almost nonstop. Harlock tossed his head back with a blissfully tortured moan, already feeling himself going dumb from it- his mind melted by the overwhelming bliss of Zero inside of him and pounding his insides.
“Damn,” Zero murmured between pants. His eyes were shut with focus, his brows furrowed with pleasure. “You feel damned good. So fucking tight.” He was clearly losing himself in it too- Harlock knew he felt good. Tochiro scarcely lasted a few minutes when he was inside. Zero pounded him, hungry for more, as if he could push himself deeper and deeper within Harlock. The audible wetness of Harlock’s insides as he was fucked filled the room, their moans and groans overlapping in ecstasy. They were one in this moment, undivided by their positions or law. Neither of them were going to last long, that Harlock knew- both of them were pent up, tortured by foreplay and in need of a release. Harlock could feel the quivering of Zero’s dick already, seeming to swell as he got closer and closer. By instinct and by experience, he knew what was coming.
“Cum inside,” Harlock’s whine was pitched, desperate. He was totally lost in his lust, uncaring in the heat of it all of the consequences of what may come after in his fervor to be filled, bred, inseminated. “Please. Fuck, please-“ He restlessly strained in his cuffs as he begged, Zero rocking Harlock’s skinnier frame with each frenzied thrust. Zero didn’t answer with words, too lost in what was building, pushing Harlock further back against the mattress harder and baring his weight down on him as his breaths turned to gasps. Harlock instinctively locked his legs tighter around Zero’s waist, entangling themselves impossibly close, the solid weight of Zero and the pounding of his cock against his womb, his hot breath rasping in his ear as he buried his face hard into the crook of Harlock’s marked neck, breathing him in. Harlock knew Zero couldn’t have pulled out even if he wanted to. They were both in too deep.
“Fuck- Harlock, I’m going to cum inside you,” Zero’s voice was gravelly with lust. Harlock moaned along with him, constricting him closer and closer to his womb, guiding him towards a finish. He could feel his own orgasm rising from deep within, edged long enough by Zero and finally ready for climax, driven on harder with the knowledge of what Zero was about to do. With one final, loud moan, burying himself as deep as he could with one final slam of his hips as if by instinct, Zero came- Harlock felt it instantly, his load hot and wet and thick against the starved mouth of his womb. Harlock was done in instantly, the sensation of being seeded so deep by his captor driving a trembling orgasm that drove his own cry of ecstasy from deep within. Zero’s cock pulsing, throbbing, finally coming undone and expending its load into the deepest parts of Harlock, Harlock’s own pussy trembling with the telltale contractions around Zero’s ejaculating cock as they both finished.
It was several moments before either was able to move- Zero slid himself out, slowly, cock going soft as he flopped back on his elbows to catch his breath, watching the slow creep of his load follow several heartbeats after. It was blissful, peaceful- Harlock could only lay prone, a mess with Zero’s cum oozing out of him and onto the cot. Every muscle ached, and he was starting to feel the soreness of his wrists.
Harlock heard the click of keys and felt the handcuffs fall away a moment later. He popped an eye open as Zero deposited them on the bedside table and simply curled himself around Harlock and tossed the thin sheet over themselves, spooning him from behind, adjusting them both so his front was to Harlock’s back and wrapped his arms around his front. They were both too gone to do much more, and Harlock felt deeply peaceful, deeply protected as he very quickly began to drift off in Zero’s arms.
•••
When Harlock came to, it was quiet.
It hadn’t seemed like long they’d been asleep- it was nighttime now, judging by the light that seeped under the now-dusky lighting weakly seeping under the door- likely dimmed for sleeping time.
In the hazy moments of having just woken, the hours before felt like a beautiful dream- but the still-sticky sensation of Zero’s spent load that had seeped onto his thighs told him otherwise. He was filled with a sense of peace- Zero’s arm was draped over his hip, spooning him. They’d both wiped themselves out. Harlock shifted carefully, turning to his other side. Zero was still peacefully asleep, and Harlock spared a long glance at him. He looked… soft, peaceful. It stirred something in Harlock’s chest as he watched him for several moments- what would it be like, to be able to wake up next to Zero all of the time? Watching him now, unconscious and sweet-looking, it made Harlock want… more of him. He pushed the thought away before he could feel any type of way about it. Right now, in the serene gloom, it was… sweet. Tranquil.
It was a few moments before Zero blinked awake, seemingly woken by Harlock shifting. The Karyu captain gazed at him blearily, his hair a mess and his eyes glazed with tiredness. He seemed surprised to see Harlock already gazing at him, but there was warmth there as he gazed back. Zero pulled him closer, this time facing him. They stayed like that for an instant, soaking in the other, quiet. Zero’s hand brushed Harlock’s cheek, fingertips grazing his scar with a tenderness. He regarded it for a moment, as if memorizing its shape before he brushed a couple strands of hair from Harlock’s face.
“You have pretty eyes,” Zero murmured.
Harlock blinked, flustered, and absently drew a hand up to Zero’s chest, drawing his fingers through his dense chest hair. It made him a bit jealous. Many things about Zero’s anatomy made him a bit jealous.
Harlock’s fingers found purchase on a chain he hadn’t noticed before. A locket. He fiddled with it distractedly, swallowing hard before meeting Zero’s gaze again. “You’re sweet, you know, when you’re not cuffing me.”
Zero huffed in amusement, and they were both acutely aware in this moment how precarious all of this was. But that wasn’t something to be delved into at present.
Zero glanced down to where Harlock was fidgeting, and gently he flicked open the locket for Harlock. A worn photo, a pretty-looking woman with a baby in her arms, looking at the viewer with a small smile.
“My wife, and my… my child,” Zero’s voice was quiet. “I lost them.”
Harlock glanced at the photo for several moments, feeling sympathy well up in his chest for the older captain. “I’m sorry for your loss, Zero.” Harlock’s voice was solemn, and he gazed deep into Zero’s eyes with meaning. Suddenly, in that moment, the Karyu captain looked… older, more worn. Harlock held onto the locket for a few moments, leaning forward to kiss gently at Zero’s jaw. He lingered, gentle, as Zero closed his eyes with a weary sigh. Carefully, he took the locket from Harlock’s hand and shut it, letting it fall back to his chest.
“It’s alright,” He murmured. “You… you know, you… I feel at peace with you, like I did with her. Is that wrong?”
Harlock’s heart thundered in his ears. His tongue felt swollen. He gazed into Zero’s misty eyes, really taking him in in this moment. Not his rival, not the Karyu captain, none of their messy history. Just Warrius Zero, worn and grieving, in bed with him, vulnerable and sweet.
“No,” Harlock whispered. “It’s not wrong at all.”
Zero’s somber expression turned to a small smile, and he huffed out a laugh at the absurdity of it all, closing his eyes briefly as if collecting himself. “We’d better get cleaned up, I think,” He chuckled, glancing down at the mess between them.
Harlock hummed agreement, pushing himself off the mattress, suddenly aware of the dried fluid caked to his thighs. He extended a hand to Zero, who took it gratefully, wincing slightly as he righted himself, cracking his back as he did so. Both stumbling from the bed, Harlock allowed himself to be lead to the attached bathroom for a much-needed shower.
•••
In the mirror across from the shower, blearily Harlock took himself in, wrapping his arms around himself as he admired Zero’s work from their escapade now that he was in the light. His neck and his chest was painted with bruises of deep purples and reds, stark against his pale skin. His wrists still ached, and a faint ring of purple was forming around them. It excited him, to bear such physical reminders of Zero even after the fact, marked and marred, evidence of their time spent together, though fleeting. Zero had been inside of him, outside of him, all over him.
Letting the water heat up, Zero meandered drowsily behind the younger man, looping his arms around his waist and pulling him backward slightly to rest his face in the crook of his neck, breathing out a sigh. “Admiring yourself?” He teased lightly. His other hand absently rubbed tenderly at Harlock’s lower belly, just below his navel. Such delicate contact after the night they’d had sent warm aftershocks sparking through his skin.
Harlock leaned back into the firm, solid chest behind him, taking in the sight of them both, impossibly intertwined here, together, naked and soaking in the afterglow of some of the most intense, charged sex Harlock had ever experienced, and the tenderness they’d shared afterward. “Admiring your work, actually.” He poked at one of the darkest of his hickeys, brows furrowing. “I’m just lucky my uniform covers my neck.”
“I suppose I did a number on you,” Zero let out a sleepy hum, and planted a wet kiss on his jawline. He followed it with another on his chin, then on his neck, soft and sweet. The hand that was rubbing below his navel slowly slipped up to grasp at Harlock’s wrist- it confounded Harlock just how much larger Zero’s hands were than his own- pulling it upwards to get a look as he lightly he massaged a thumb against the bruising circle forming there. “I suppose we should get cleaned up and figure a way to sneak you out. I’m sure Tochiro will be in a frenzy by now looking for you, hm?” Was there a note of melancholy in his voice, or was Harlock imagining it?
Tochiro. His heart ached at the thought of his dear friend. It was true- he hadn’t told Tochiro his plans in his excitement, that he’d be back pretty quickly. He felt a flash of guilt for worrying him like that. Zero’s hands on him, massaging his wrists, holding him tenderly- he felt conflicted.
Harlock’s thoughts were interrupted by Zero leading him towards the shower by the hand, pulling him in after him tenderly to stand under the spray.
They couldn’t have this forever, but as they kissed under the gentle downpour of the showerhead, Harlock was content to pretend, just for a little bit.