(SFW, slice of life, fluff)
“I’m still astounded you don’t have as many as him, J.”
J turns his head and tilts it towards Yama’s soft voice to look at him in the constant half-light of space in the captain’s quarters and watches him trail a finger whisper softly over one of their lover’s countless scars.
“They’re just hidden beneath the fur, my darling.” J’s careful to keep his voice down, no reason to wake their sleeping lover who’s curled up between them. Warm and safe.
Harlock lets out a soft huff anyway and turns onto his front - but apparently doesn’t wake up.
And this time it’s J’s hand finding a scar on the captain’s right shoulder. “This one…” J’s voice trembles a little, “this one is my doing.” He looks over at Yama who only looks back with curious eyes, inclining his head, prompting J to speak.
J smiles at his awake lover while he traces the starburst scar on his sleeping lover’s shoulder. “He managed to get himself captured.”
Yama gives a silent headshake. “I bet there was a good reason for him to do something so… stupid?”
J chuckles, “probably. But, there he was, supposed to get shot. You know… he just stood there, his honor, confidence and courage pulled around him like an armour.” J stops and swallows. “I almost came too late.” He shakes his head then continues. “Had no choice to get him out of the line of fire, so I shot him out of the way and then the firing squad down. As you see, the harebrained plan worked…”
“Cat-brained…” Harlock’s voice interrupts the tale as he reaches out for a strand of blue hair, pulling J down. “Now shut up and sleep. Both of you.”
J and Yama share a look, then, with lazy smiles, mold themselves against their lover’s sides. “Aye Captain.”
Harlock’s answer is a content huff followed by a soft snore.
He sleeps peacefully for the remainder of the night cycle, fingers of one hand tangled in J’s hair and his head pillowed on Yama’s arm.
