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Twelve Hours	By : SickPuppy Category: +S through Z > Storm Hawks Views: 4378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Storm Hawks, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Twelve Hours
- 2-Twelve Hours - Piper
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Ok, not my first ever story, but my first SH one. And, as the SH who was betrayed by Dark Ace isn’t given a name that I can see, I call him LongBoww.

I’m hampered slightly as I only recently got into SH and therefore haven’t really seen that many (all of series one, and am working my way through more), so if I put something that is completely refuted by the show, do please let me know! I have been checking the website to make sure I’m accurate, but I might have missed something.

I do hope you enjoy. SickPuppy.

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“So, explain it again…” Finn said, blond eyebrows puckered in confusion, “…How did we get caught?”

He sat on the floor of a dank cell, uselessly cleaning dust from his boots. Piper leant against a wall, knees drawn up to her chest, her golden eyes irritated. Junko was thumping the stonework, but doing more productive than showering Finn with yet more dust. Radarr sat near the bars of the cell, his ears pricked intently for any sound.

Aerrow answered the blond’s question after he had stopped pacing. “We didn’t. Those supposed Sky Knights from Terra Bull were really working with the Cyclonians, and they attacked us.”

“How come I don’t remember what happened?” Finn asked, giving up on cleaning his clothes.

“The Dark Ace,” Aerrow said grimly, “he turned up as well.”

“He didn’t…?” Finn asked, sounding fed up.

Aerrow looked uncomfortable. “Sorry, Finn, he cut your skimmer in half, and you fell onto Piper’s ride, hitting your head.” He indicated the girl. “You were lucky she grabbed you as you slid off.”

“Yeah, and because I did,” Piper burst out, “we ended up surrounded and outgunned!” she glowered at the blond, who shrugged nonchalantly. “Which means we were caught because of you!”

Finn bristled.

“Blame isn’t helping,” Aerrow interrupted, “we need to stand together until Stork can find us or until we can get out.” He glanced over at the Wallop. “Junko?”

“Sorry.” The other replied, stilling in his assault on the walls. His knuckle busters were covering his fists, but the wall had scarcely a scratch to it. “Must be crystal enhanced or something.”

“OK. Keep trying.” Aerrow looked at his co-pilot who made his usual noise and leapt onto the red-head’s shoulder.

“There is really no point,” a cultured voice said from the shadows outside their cell.

“Dark Ace!” the Sky Knight cried, moving to stand by the bars and so shield the rest of his squadron, who had jumped to their feet and assumed battle stances. Even though they were weaponless, they still looked a formidable bunch.

Red eyes gleaming, the Talon moved into the warm yellow light cast by the crystals mounted in the wall sconces. “Aerrow,” he tutted, shaking his head mockingly, “so easily caught.”

Radarr growled and extended one front leg through the bars, claws shining.

“I wouldn’t,” Dark Ace commented, looking entirely unruffled by the animal’s threat, “I am offering you a deal, one that a Sky Knight would hardly refuse. A race.”

The red-head’s eyes narrowed. “A race?”

“Yes. A simple race around this terra. Should you win, I shall release you and your precious Storm hawks. Should you, as is inevitable, lose, I will enjoy your loyal obedience for twelve hours.”

“I’ll do it!” Aerrow declared, not paying attention to Piper’s gasp, or Junko’s cry. Instead his green eyes were fixed upon the gleam of triumph in Dark Ace’s scarlet ones.

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“Once around the terra?” Aerrow asked, revelling in being back on his air skimmer, wind shifting through his red hair.

“Indeed.” Dark Ace agreed. “Go.” He spoke softly, but he twisted hard on the throttle and zoomed away.

“HEY!” Aerrow followed moments later, but the gap was already huge.

Steadily he closed it, flying dangerously close to boulders and between rock formations in his effort to shave seconds off his time. Had Radarr been there, no doubt he would have had his ears over his eyes in horror. But his co-pilot wasn’t. He was alone. Just him and Dark Ace.

The Talon turned a sneering, cold face to his opponent when Aerrow had almost closed the gap. “I imagine you are afraid of being in front, given what I did to the last Storm Hawk I was behind.”

Aerrow gritted his teeth. “You betrayed the Sky Knights, and the Storm Hawks!”

“So full of idealism!” Dark Ace mocked as he flew beneath some sprawling trees, Aerrow close behind him, “Much like LongBoww. Well, until he had that accident.”

“You attacked him!” The Sky Knight screamed, swinging his ride around a large outcrop.

“He was always an idealistic fool. Fools deserve to die.” Dark Ace jeered the words as he blasted up into the sky again, the finish in sight.

Aerrow yelled something incoherent and jerked his skimmer so that it knocked against the Talon’s machine, jerking it off course.

“Excellent, Aerrow, I just knew you’d turn out to be just like me – strong … independent … and traitorous.”

The red head’s eyes widened, and he loosened his grip on his bike, just enough to slacken speed momentarily. Just enough to allow Dar Ace to slip ahead and cross the finish line.

The Storm Hawks’ mouth dropped open. “No!”

Dark Ace swooped back and smiled unpleasantly at the other pilot. “Yes. And now you must obey me faithfully for the next twelve hours.”

“No!” Aerrow repeated, voice harsh and rasping.

“Going back on your word? You’re becoming more and more like me.”

“No.” the younger man said hopelessly. “I’m not like you; I keep my promises. Twelve hours?”

“Starting now.”

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Aerrow glowered as he followed his ‘master’ into the large building on the surface, and followed him silently (as he had been so ordered) up the stairs and into a large private suite of rooms.

Dark Ace closed and bolted the door before turning a speculative face to the boy. “Strip.” He ordered.

“Wh-what?!” Aerrow squeaked, forgetting his order to be silent.

“It’s easier to fuck you when you’re naked.” The Talon said, removing his helmet and smoothing his hair back into its points.

“Wh-What?!” Aerrow repeated.

Dark Ace sighed and climbed onto the bed. He shifted until he had found a comfortable spot then settled, hands behind his head, and surveyed the Sky Knight. “For twelve hours,” he explained quietly and simply, as if his listener were lacking in mental acuity, “you are to do as I wish. I am an easy man to please, really: Sky Knights to destroy, somewhere to rest my body, and someone to satisfy my urges are all that I require. I have had to go without for too long, and you, despite your annoying moralising, are appealing to look at. So,” he paused, “strip.” His eyes narrowed, “Or I request the company of your squadron one by one. You see, I really do wish to enjoy your body, and am looking forward to it. Should you fail to honour the terms of our bet, I shall have to seek comfort elsewhere. But really, I have no wish to lie with a Wallop or that ridiculous blond, or your little girl, but I shall do, and be brutal, if I cannot have that which I would prefer: you. But, if I can have what I wish, I will ensure that during this time, they are not molested by my guards.”

Aerrow stood still, eyes cold and angry. He was utterly trapped, and the other man knew it. Unable to bear the mocking gleam in the red eyes he bent his head and began removing his clothes.

The Talon watched appreciatively as the smooth well defined chest was revealed, followed by the long slender legs, and, finally, the boy’s groin was unclothed, although he put his gloved hand over his most private area.

Privately, Dark Ace marvelled that the other had managed to keep his gloves on, and rather liked the idea of screwing him with those still in place, but he did want to see the prize. He waved a negligent hand and commanded, “Arms by your sides, I think.”

Teeth gritted, Aerrow obeyed.

The flush covering the boy’s skin was very becoming, Dark Ace decided as he rolled off the bed and moved to stand behind the naked lad. He placed his gloved hands on the other’s trembling shoulders, marvelling at how smooth and unmarked Aerrow was.

“On your hands and knees, on the bed,” he ordered, voice husky with lust.

It took Aerrow all the courage and determination he possessed to follow that instruction. But follow it he did.

Dark Ace allowed himself a moment to gloat as he eyed his enemy’s submissive posture. Then he moved around the room, collecting the items he needed.

He returned to the bed and sat on it, near his victim. Aerrow had his eyes fixed on the blankets under him, his fingers clenched in the sheets. He closed his eyes in terror as he felt a leather covered finger stroke over his ass and flutter between his cheeks.

He shouted in surprise as Dark Ace plunged one digit deep within his tight passage. He pressed his forehead deep into the bed, teeth gritted against the discomfort. It was a horrible sensation and Aerrow grunted a little as the finger worked within him, rubbing in and out.

The finger withdrew, then returned with a mate, working deep into the lad. The digits split apart and opened his channel wider. Aerrow bit back a moan, eyes screwed up, tears leaking from them.

Dark Ace pressed a third finger in and closed his other hand tightly about one of the boy’s hips, clutching it painfully so that he could work his fingers in hard.

Aerrow whimpered slightly, hating the grip on his bones, feeling helpless and lost as the other man finger fucked him ruthlessly. He shook with horror as he realised he was enjoying it. His own cock was hard against his stomach, aching for attention.

“Oh, no.” he groaned, fingers curling still further into the mattress. He would not allow the other to do this to him. He couldn’t.

Behind him, Dark Ace grunted and twisted his fingers inside him.

“Argh!” the Sky Knight screamed, seeing sparks going off behind his eyelids. What the hell had that been?

He bucked up as the Talon rammed his fingers in again, jabbing hard against that spot once more.

“Oh, please,” he moaned, shaking.

Dark Ace tugged his digits free and quickly positioned himself.

Aerrow panted, suddenly so empty he longed to be filled. “Please,” he whispered.

The Cyclonian plunged his long hard prick into the Storm Hawk and slumped over him, catching his breath. Aerrow was so tight that Dark Ace had had to stay still otherwise he would have come.

He got control of himself with difficulty – the little noises the red head was making were so incredible he was burning to fuck the life out of the lad.

Aerrow clenched his ass, feeling almost painfully full, and yet he had never felt so hard. He ached to come, but couldn’t wouldn’t let the other see he was enjoying this.

Dark Ace began to stroke inside Aerrow, gripping the hips to angle the boy correctly so that he struck that spot again and again.

“Oh.” Aerrow couldn’t breathe he felt so hard.

Tension mounting, the Cyclonian pounded into the lithe body under him, balls drawing up tightly under him. He refused to come, not yet.

Aerrow was gasping and rocking his hips back to meet every thrust, cock swishing uselessly through the air, fluid gathering at the tip to drip over it.

Dark Ace’s jaw tightened. He growled and kept going.

Unable to bear anymore, Aerrow grabbed his own length and tugged madly at it, climaxing in moments and screaming his release.

The Talon threw back his head, shuddering, and let his own climax come too. He held onto the hips and thumped into the clenching channel, his seed spurting forcefully into the lad.

Blissful relief washed over both pilots as they slumped down, bones turned to jelly.

It was the red head who recovered first, biting back a sob of hopelessness as he realised just how much he had lost – his pride, his dignity, and his virginity – all claimed by his worst enemy.

For the Talon, he was enjoying the feel of himself softening within the other man. He heat around his length was amazing, so wet. He pondered on how soon he could force the stupid Storm hawks’ leader to suck him off.

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Thirteen hours after Aerrow had left the cell to face Dark Ace for their freedom, he was returned.

He limped between two Cyclonians who pushed him roughly into the dungeon again. He stared guiltily at his team, lips swollen, thighs aching, cock throbbing, and could think of nothing to say.

Finn moved off the wall and limped over to meet him.

“What happened?” the red head asked in concern, all his fear rushing back – that bastard Dark Ace hadn’t kept his promise!

“What?” the blond flushed. “Oh, er, nothing. Tripped and pulled a muscle. What about you?”

Aerrow’s eyes widened and he blushed. “Oh, er, the same.”

A look passed between them – they would never query the other’s statements regarding the limp.

Piper had smile at him wanly in greeting, but hadn’t moved over to him. She had remained leaning against a wall, a distant look on her face.

“You ok, Piper?” her commander asked.

She shrugged. “I will be when Stork gets here.”

Junko paced across to his leader and wrapped an arm around him. “How’d the race go?”

Aerrow could barely remember that far back. “The race? Oh, I lost. He cheated, but what did we expect?”

“What did he want with you?” Junko asked, missing the horror growing in his friend’s eyes.

“No-nothing. Just to gloat.”

Finn, who was still blushing, said, “How long do you reckon it’ll take Stork to find us?”

“About ten seconds,” said a familiar laconic voice.

“Stork!”

The Merb’s eye twitched nervously. “Er, I managed to sneak in under their aerial defences, but no doubt the Condor has been discovered by now, so I thought I’d bring you all suicide pills.”

“Stork!” Aerrow said, almost smiling, “Come on, let’s be going.”

The other’s lank black hair swished as he turned his attention to the cell’s lock. “Probably Urangium construction, in which case, all attempts to open it will be pointless.”

It took him less than a minute to break the lock. He looked almost disappointed. “Let’s see what mess has been made of the Condor. Probably surrounded with swamp lugs by now, or Bog bats – closely related to Vulca bats, except they strip a ship in even less time.”

He led the way, ridiculous duck inflatable around his waist, tin hat on his head, and continued his monologue on the probable damage already done to the Condor.

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The Condor had not been detected, and Stork, being Stork, had even found their weapons on the way in and already returned them to the ship. They got on board gratefully; Stork in ultra paranoid mode was a lot to take.

Flying away on the ship, Aerrow looked down at the terra, wondering when his next encounter with the Dark Ace would be.

He smiled.

By the way, there will be more to this story – mainly what was happening to Junko, Finn, Radarr and Piper whilst Aerrow was taking his punishment.

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