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By : Gothatheart
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Title: 20
Fandom: Storm Hawks
Author: Gothatheartholo
Pairing: Dark Ace/Aerrow
Rating/Warning: PG13 for yaoi, BL M/M, etc, etc.
Disclaimer: I do not own Storm Hawks or make money off it.
Summary: Stork sees something that was more than what it appears.
A/n: For the_usual_spot challenge and the daerrow challenge. Btw, I haven’t seen any of the new episodes, so my knowledge of the characters, etc, is based on the first season and therefore, this is slightly AU, I suppose.
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It was one of those terrifying, nerve-racking days, where all of the Storm Hawks, with the exception of their pilot, had to once again battle the Cyclonians. Stork heard the battle cries and winced at the sounds of weapons clashing, fists and legs colliding against the flesh and armor. He heard the skimmers screeching as they crashed into one another.
Stork was anxious, jittery and alert, his eyes trained on the upcoming Cyclonian troops. With a small, satisfied smile, he pressed the red button in front of him and snickered as the cannons fired beams of energy at the Cyclonians. Many of them fell from their skimmers, but thanks to their parachutes, they floated away, seemingly safe.
Stork knew better. Once they landed on the wastelands, those foul, desert beasts would grab them by their teeth and chomp on them for dinner. He shuddered at the thought and focused his eyes on the battles in front of him.
It was Finn’s clumsiness versus Ravess’ efficiency; Junko’s strength versus Snipe’s violence; Piper’s brains versus the troops‘ stupidity. The winners were obvious, but one couldn’t always judge too soon, especially with the battle between Dark Ace and Aerrow.
Besides the obvious reasons, Stork never understood why Aerrow wanted to fight Dark Ace. If he were to face him, he’d totally run for his life and then, from a safe distance (as if he could ever be safe), fire a few things here and there from his new inventions and then pray to the gods above that it would be enough to at least distract the enemy from finding him.
There wasn’t much to do now. The Storm Hawks had already wiped out half of the Cyclonian troops and even their leaders were smart enough to finally retreat. Dark Ace was the only exception as he and Aerrow continue to duke it out in midair. How they managed to do that consistently, Stork would never know.
They were rivals, equally matched in strength and skill, but he wasn’t so sure about experience. Their energy blades clashed again and again, releasing sudden sparks into the air. They grunted as they shifted from one skimmer to another, both pairs of eyes burning with something strong and fierce.
Stork blinked and looked again.
Yes, it was true. One could say their hate-filled rivalry was legendary, especially with the way they ignored everybody else during their feisty encounters. It was as though they had their own little circle that no one could ever dare to enter because of one possible consequence. Stork knew very well what that was:
Death.
If any of the Storm Hawks or the Cyclonians tried to get in their way, they would end up either burned or dead because the rivals couldn’t focus on anything else. They could only focus on trying to kill each other. Even now, Radarr was no longer flying with Aerrow, seated safely behind Piper on her heliscooter.
It was too fierce. It was too intense like the very fires of the old dragons. It was…strange.
Stork blinked again.
Very strange, indeed.
-.-.-
The Condor was calm again and the Storm Hawks save for himself and Aerrow had gone to bed. Stork didn’t want to sleep. Enemies often took advantage of one’s vulnerability, like Dark Ace and the rest of his ilk.
He needed to warn Aerrow about that, because Aerrow was too reckless, too similar to Dark Ace. But sometimes, he had to remind himself that Aerrow was just a fourteen-year-old boy. He was standing next to Stork, gazing at the black sky, seemingly in deep thought. Stork cleared his throat and crossed his arms.
“Something on your mind?” Stork inquired softly.
Aerrow laughed. “I thought the same with you.”
Stork arched an eyebrow. Aerrow could be witty too. “Well, actually, yes, there is something on my mind.” He paused for a moment and wondered how Aerrow was going to react to this. “You ever notice that every time you fight Dark Ace, it is as if you are in another world, as if…”
Aerrow was staring at him now, his eyes burning with that same emotion, something strong and fierce, but he couldn’t identify it. Maybe it was intensity. He had always thought it was hatred, but if it was hatred, then the battles wouldn’t be so focused, so concentrated, so artfully and seemingly planned.
“What do you mean by that?” Aerrow inquired, looking surprised with his widened eyes, if not defensive even. “He’s the enemy. He has to be taken down and besides, I know he’s not really interested in fighting the other Storm Hawks.” He smiled this time. “And that’s where he’ll fall. Despite his loyalty to Master Cyclonis, he doesn’t care much about his other teammates except for his master.”
“But that’s exactly the point,” Stork said with a sigh. “If you’re not careful, that will happen to you too. Your obsession can be your weakness as well.”
“You’re worrying too much,” Aerrow said with another carefree laugh. He patted Stork’s shoulder and smiled again. “I appreciate the concern, but considering that I’m the leader of this team, I think I can handle myself.”
Stork snorted. “If you say so.”
-.-.-
For once, Stork was not steering the Condor. He was in his room, cuddled up in his warm blankets. He couldn’t sleep though. Every time he closed his eyes, the dreams that he thought would come turned into nightmares. Many times it’d leave him gasping for air. Other times he’d feel as though he would never wake up.
A sudden thump on the wall snapped him out of his thoughts.
Okay, now he didn’t want to sleep. How could he sleep with all of those random noises? He sighed and got up. He took off his pajamas, put on his uniform and his gadgets lest there’d be mind worms. If anything, he should be back in bed, somewhat safe in his blankets, but if it concerned the Condor, then he needed to protect her.
Finally satisfied with his preparation, he slid the door open and listened carefully to the intruders. Breathing. There were two people breathing loudly. No, one was panting and the other was whispering hoarsely. He didn’t like the sound of that. He let his hand feel for the light and finally switched it on.
Silence.
Now the voices became louder and he realized then that there were two male voices. He hoped they weren’t Finn and Junko going for midnight snacks again. That’d tend to wake up Piper and things could really turn ugly from there. He decided that he should investigate and tiptoed towards the voices.
Once he was near enough, he realized that if he went any further, if he turned left on this corner, he wouldn‘t be able to necessarily go back. There was a huge possibility that what he might face was one of the Cyclonians or even worse, in his opinion, those Raptors. He didn’t really like any intruders or anyone messing with his beloved Condor.
He took a deep breath and tilted his head to the side.
A sense of dread and shock filled him at the betraying sight.
Dark Ace was here and not only was he here, he was pinning Aerrow against the wall with his body. Stork expected them to fight, for Dark Ace to suddenly punch or stab Aerrow and for Aerrow to retaliate by pushing him away, but none of that happened. Instead, Dark Ace was pressing his mouth against Aerrow’s and Aerrow was actually enjoying it as he moaned throatily.
Stork wanted to stop them; he wanted to stop looking or even to look away, but he couldn’t. He watched, engrossed as they continued to kiss. He could see the flashes of tongue and hands wandering on the areas of the bodies that should be hidden.
“Open your eyes,” Dark Ace whispered. So the hoarse voice came from him. Why couldn’t Stork recognize that tone of voice earlier? Was Stork losing his touch? Or maybe he just didn’t want to believe it?
Aerrow complied and there it was again, that strong and fierce emotion glimmering in his green eyes. They finally broke the kiss and the two seemed to finally realize that they weren’t in the dark anymore. They moved away from the wall, practically tearing each other’s clothes off as they headed towards what probably was Aerrow’s room.
Even with Aerrow picking up their tops, Dark Ace couldn’t keep his hands off him. Those large hands that could choke and kill were sliding down Aerrow’s lean and naked back. Then he locked his arms around Aerrow and began to feast upon his exposed neck.
Eww. Just. Eww.
It took all of his will to finally turn away and return to his room. He certainly didn’t want to see any more of that.
-.-.-
It was one of those fine and calm days in the Condor again and Stork supposed that it was convenient that everybody except him and Aerrow were playing a game of Keep Away outside of the ship. Aerrow was definitely good at that game, especially with the snatching and being fast and elusive.
They were both standing in the bridge like last time. Stork stared at his leader and frowned. “I saw what happened a few days ago.”
“So you’re the one who turned on the lights,” Aerrow said with that brilliant smile of his. He could fool a lot of people with that pretentious smile, but he couldn’t fool Stork. No. Stork was far older than any of them and thus he had more experience. It was one of the reasons why he was so paranoid and distrustful.
“Yes, I was, but trying to change the subject doesn’t really suit you, you know,” Stork said with his own little grin. Aerrow arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “And if you try to deny or lie, that doesn’t suit you either. So maybe, you should just tell the truth.”
“But if I told you the truth, then you would think I’d be lying,” Aerrow said with another small laugh. “Because what you assumed was before and what you assume now and what you will assume later on just won’t make any sense until everything is all done with.”
“Well, whatever you are doing with him, if the others find out, we’ll all be doomed. But I think, you already know that,” Stork said and usually, he’d be shaking and shuddering, but this was different. Aerrow could be banned from being a Sky Knight for sleeping with the enemy.
“It’s not that simple,” Aerrow said softly. “It just started off as another way to fight, another way to gain control, with him having the upper hand in the beginning.” He stared at his hands with a thoughtful look on his face. Stork couldn’t read him at all. “But then it turned into something else, into what it is now.”
“But if you allow this to continue, you’ll not only destroy your crew, you’ll destroy yourself,” Stork warned. “Do you really think you can get through with him with the way you’re doing things now? You said so before, he is the enemy. He needed to be taken down.”
Aerrow suddenly laughed again, though this particular laugh was hollow and bitter. “Yeah, I did, though I didn’t intend it to be that way.” He turned around then and stared at Stork with that same, contemplative look. “If you tell the rest of the Storm Hawks though, I won’t hold you back. Maybe I’ll learn from my mistakes that way, to take full responsibility of my actions.”
Stork chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t think I need to. I think you already know what’s coming up. And I bid you good luck on that.”
“Thanks,” Aerrow murmured, nodding his head. “Just give me some time. The war with Cyclonia is almost over.”
“Almost,” Stork muttered. “Next thing you know, it’ll take another ten or twenty years before something is finally resolved.”
“We’re getting there though,” Aerrow said with hope shining in his eyes. None of that strange, intense emotion. None of that traitorous lust. Stork truly feared for his leader. He wouldn’t want him to become the next Dark Ace.
But who knew? One couldn’t judge too soon, after all.
Fin.
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A/n: I apologize for the suckiness of this written piece. College English destroyed and raped whatever confidence I had in writing and I haven’t been feeling up to writing until now. Not only that, I haven’t written anything for this fandom for months, so uh, yeah. =D sorry! And, I think this is the first time I’ve really written anything in Stork’s pov and also the first time in months I’ve written a long-ish one-shot.
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