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Disclaimer: I do not own Storm Hawks. It belongs to its creator – not me.
Things to be aware of: This is oral yaoi/slash between Aerrow and Stork.
Summary: After being recovered from the wasteland, Stork decides to repay his debt to Aerrow. Yaoi/Slash Oral StorkAerrow

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Debt

The clear expanse of the sky was agitating him after his earlier encounter with the native beasts of the wastelands. Why Finn thought it necessary to test the new ejector seat was beyond him. What made matters more confounding was the fact he had been sitting in it at the time the infuriating blond had decided to perform his test. Naturally, he had been ejected from the Condor. Thankfully, he had a parachute and wasn’t sucked into any spinning fan blades that had enough revolutions per second to shred him to fine bits of confetti.
“How you holdin’ up, Stork?” Aerrow had come to his rescue on his skimmer, but only after the wasteland beasts had chased him tirelessly for a few miles. It had taken him several minutes to catch his breath and several more to stop his body from shaking.
“If you find exhilaration in being chased to exhaustion, nearly being eaten by hunger-crazed beasts, and wearing away the skin of your feet to the point you’ll have blister for weeks… then I’m fine. What took you so long?”
“Uh, about that. Finn decided not to tell us what happened. We realized you were gone when the Condor nose-dived.”
“What?”
Aerrow knew, without having to look at the merb, that an eye twitch had followed that sentiment, “Don’t worry. It’s safe on a nearby Terra.”
“You crashed it, didn’t you?”
Aerrow laughed a bit, “Crashed is not quite the term I would use. It was more of an unplanned landing we just weren’t prepared for.”
Stork slung his long neck over Aerrow’s shoulder and turned his face so he was staring at his leader with a painful amount of seriousness, “You crashed it.”
“Okay, we crashed it.”
Stork eased back into his seat behind Aerrow, emitting an unsurprised noise, “How bad was the damage? Crushing? Irreparable? So costly we won’t be able to make it back to any kind of civilization and we’ll waste away on an unfamiliar Terra with only Finn’s company slowly driving all of us insane until we kill one another out of madness.”
“Stork!”
“Alright, I get it. I’ll just…” Aerrow looked over his shoulder, wondering why Stork had stopped so abruptly.
“Something wrong?”
“You’re bleeding.” Stork’s eyes scrunched and he smiled nervously.
“I am? Where?”
“Right below your eye. Must have been a stray rock – you should be glad you’re not half blind. One moment.” Stork began digging through Radarr’s sidecar in the critter’s absence. He found what he was looking for - the kit he had put in there for just such incidences.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t move, this might sting.”
“Stork – ah! Ow!”
“Like I said… sting.” The cut on Aerrow’s face had suddenly made its presence known. Stork had pressed an antiseptic-doused cloth to the open wound.
“What is that?”
“Basic antiseptic so you won’t be harboring any uninvited parasites or infections.”
“It hurts.”
“The pain means its working.” Stork withdrew the cloth and wiped away the thin trail of blood that had been slinking its way down Aerrow’s face. He put the cloth in a small box for sanitary purposes and easy disposal later and quickly patched the wound to stop the flow of blood.
“Thanks, Stork.”
“Yeah, well, I owed you one.”
“For what?”
“Oh, you know, saving me from being torn to pieces, chewed and slowly digested.”
Aerrow was confused, “But I thought you were upset – I was late.”
Stork sighed and retired his hands to Aerrow’s shoulders, “There’s that, but you could have left me there.”
“Stork,” Aerrow said sternly, “you know I wouldn’t do that.”
“Wouldn’t you? Finn certainly was eager to throw me out of the Condor.”
“That’s Finn. He’s a magnet for disaster.”
“And I’m a magnet for bad luck. I don’t know about you, but I find disaster and bad luck to be a not so good combination.”
“Nevertheless, I wouldn’t abandon you like that.”
“Then how would you abandon me?”
“I wouldn’t. Come on, Stork, don’t be so negative.” The ensuring conversation was more or less filled with banter. Aerrow had to admit he was a bit surprised by Stork’s talkative defense. Eventually, the merb surrendered quietly, ears drooping. He rested his jaw against an area where armor didn’t cover Aerrow’s shoulder. Finn was going to be in for a long bout of glaring and the silent treatment.
Sighing, Stork decided to show his appreciation to the Storm Hawk. Aerrow was the only one who came to his aide this time, and so he would be the only one who received any form of thanks. He wrapped his arms around Aerrow’s midsection tightly, hugging him.
“Whoa, Stork? You okay?”
“Yeah, I was just thinking that patching a little cut isn’t really equivalent to saving someone’s life. I figured I should give you something else.”
Aerrow laughed, “A hug? That’s a big step for you.”
“Actually, the hug is just a distraction. You see, I’m really aiming for this.” Stork’s hand moved to Aerrow’s crotch and gave a firm squeeze.
The skimmer dove below the clouds, Aerrow’s shout of surprise dispersing through the air. Regaining altitude, Aerrow was white-knuckle flying.
“S-Stork.”
Stork remained silent but sly. He coaxed Aerrow into arousal, finding it as easy as he had expected. The leader was young and riled with hormones. It was no surprise his work was trouble free.
“Stork, what are you doing?” Aerrow’s face was cast in a blush and Stork failed to withdraw his mischievous side. With his free hand slung over a shoulder he pushed at Aerrow’s face until their noses were nearly touching.
“You’re blushing, Sky Knight.” It was one of those moments Stork had – the ones where he went from feeble-voiced and weak-kneed to sinister and downright creepy. Aerrow shivered, Stork’s hand slipping his erection from his pants and rubbing the hardened flesh. The tip wept and the liquid was given a small, scheming look from Stork.
“Ah – Stork! What are you doing?”
“Adjusting.” Stork burrowed his head under Aerrow’s arm, pressing the Sky Knight back a little as he weaved his body around the teen’s waist. His neck curved and he gave the flesh a gentle fondle, his tongue darting forward to taste the drops gathered at the tip. Aerrow clenched his teeth. His voice was nowhere to be found, until Stork’s mouth closed around him. A surprised, shuddering gasp escape him and he leaned forward, both hands at the bars of his skimmer, and he looked down.
Aerrow’s mouth hung slack and his throat was robbed of a deep, lusty noise at the sight and feel of Stork’s cheeks hollowing. This was a sensation entirely new to him – an act he’d only heard stories about. His right hand settled on the back of Stork’s head, at the base of those long green ears. He rubbed at the skin behind the pierced ear, thumb moving in small, firm circles. The ear fluttered and Stork made a rumbling noise that sent vibrations tingling across Aerrow’s skin.
Aerrow hissed, hand shaking terribly, “Stork, I’m going to, ah…” Fingers clamped the base of his erection, and Aerrow didn’t understand the purpose until he felt himself moving away from his finishing point. As Stork had thought, Aerrow couldn’t take much of the attention. If he wanted to have fun with him he had to be careful not to let him orgasm too soon.
The roaring of his skimmer had never felt so erotic, and Aerrow nearly panted in thanks when Stork continued his ministrations. Tongue, lips, teeth – all of them teased mercilessly, making him harder than he’d ever remembered being. His stomach burned and his fingers curled in Stork’s hair; he was shamefully aroused. Every pleasure center of his body was yearning for the final act and Stork was holding it off. He felt Stork’s head bob once and he groaned. This was too much.
Stork exhaled, hot and wet, over the flesh. Feeling frisky, he began massaging the rest of the teen’s genitals, rolling them in his hand carefully to prevent hurting him.
“S-S-Stork! T-The Condor! We have to land.”
Stork pulled back momentarily, “Then land.” Aerrow hesitated; Stork clearly didn’t intend to stop and he was growing dizzy. Pulling ahead Aerrow tried to land as slow as possible, taking his skimmer down easy. He bit back a moan, his lower quarters tightening as he felt his orgasm approaching and hoping Stork wouldn’t hold it off again. Stork growled against his mouthful and sucked in a way he knew would set Aerrow up for a finish.
The skimmer touched down gently for a change, though with great effort on Aerrow’s part, and Stork felt a hand return to his hair once they stopped rolling. One more bob of his head and a stroke of his tongue did the trick and Aerrow’s back went rail-straight as he climaxed. Light erupted in his eyes and the pleasure spread blindingly. Stork swallowed the results of his work with a small amount of greed. He let the softening flesh slide from his mouth and turned his smug face to Aerrow’s. The teen was still in a haze so Stork took advantage of the moment.
“I think that should about cover it. If we ever find each other not square with the other again… I, uh… think we can work something out.” Stork slipped Aerrow back into his pants, patted his chest and left the teen to slump, exhausted, over the controls of his skimmer.
As Stork was leaving, Finn and Junko strolled into view. Finn shook his head, taken aback, at the sight of Aerrow collapsed on his skimmer.
“Whoa, dude, what happened to Aerrow?”
Stork had a smug smile on his face, “He’s just a little… worn out. I’ll be repairing the Condor if anyone needs me.”
“Are you okay, Aerrow?” Junko bore a look of concern.
Pushing himself upright, Aerrow gave a tired smile, “I’m thinking… I’m better than ever.”
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