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Color me blood red
By : Gothatheart
Category: +S through Z > Storm Hawks
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Title: Color me Blood Red
Fandom: Storm Hawks
Author: Gothatheartholo
Pairing: Dark Ace/Aerrow
Rating/Warning: R-NC17, at least, for sex and character death.
Disclaimer: I do not own or make money of Storm Hawks.
Summary: There was a flaw in his plan. He could not change Dark Ace.
A/n: I was talking to choptail and I wondered whether I could really write a pwp in this fandom. So, I gave it a shot, though, it’s not really a pwp, unfortunately (?). And this is a sequel to ‘20’. This is for the usual spot comm, challenge 3. Also, this is obviously not season II compliant. Dedicated to choptail for inspiring me. XD
***
I bleed as my way of compensating everything to you.
How heavy is blood?
Happiness and sadness lie too close.
The hand that will be born tomorrow, will simply [be] pure and nothing else.
I can barely see you now with all these tears.

-Glass Skin, Dir en Grey
***
Aerrow stood on top of the Condor, clad in his blue pajamas. It was a cool morning with the sky clear of clouds and the sun shining upon him. From time to time, he felt a soft breeze. He took a big breath and released it, trying to bask in the wonderful sunlight, but he couldn’t stop the ominous thoughts from tormenting his mind.
When he had told Stork about Dark Ace with so much desperation and hope, when he had told Stork that all he needed was a little more time to turn things around, he didn’t realize the flaw of his so-called plan--until now.
He could not change Dark Ace.
It was obvious that Dark Ace was loyal only to his Master and no one, not even Aerrow could change that, because Master Cyclonis had something that Aerrow lacked. He didn’t know what it was, and even if his chest hurt at the thought of it, he’d rather not know.
If nothing else, he was glad that Stork hadn’t said anything. It meant that Stork trusted him to deal with his own problems and eventually, when the time was right, he would have to since this was something he could not avoid.
It would determine the fate of Atmos.
***
They would often meet in the darker places of Terra Neon. They were in one of the rooms of its hotel now. The room itself, with its lights dimmed, made it harder for anyone, lest nosy people decided to peek somehow, to figure out what was going on.
Aerrow was leaning against the wooden post of the bed, clad in absolutely nothing-- like his bedmate. He mentally braced himself as Dark Ace descended onto him, pulling him into a rough, passionate kiss. Dark Ace bit his bottom lip, forcing him to yield and dominated his mouth in the same way he would attempt to dominate and defeat Aerrow in one of their battles.
Aerrow shuddered and gripped the sheets as Dark Ace’s hands began to explore the parts of his body, starting from his shoulders and stopping momentarily at his stomach. In the beginning of this, in the thrill of doing something so forbidden, he enjoyed this. He liked the way Dark Ace was rough with him because if he were to act in any other way and be tender and sweet, Aerrow would not be able to predict him.
His grip slackened on the sheets as Dark Ace pulled him even closer, shifting their positions-- Aerrow sitting on Dark Ace’s lap-- and he gasped as he felt Dark Ace’s arousal brushing lightly against his. He ran his hands down Dark Ace’s back, dragging his fingernails down the skin and Dark Ace arched and kissed him again.
He thought he really enjoyed this. He really did, but not anymore, because Dark Ace’s wandering hands were like snakes slithering all over his body and once they would slither and tighten around his neck, he felt like he would choke. Dark Ace’s kisses burned and tainted him, drawing him closer and deeper into the path of decadence.
Even with Aerrow flushed and sweating right now, even with Dark Ace pleasuring him as a means of dominating him, as a means of finally defeating him in something, Aerrow could no longer enjoy this.
But he could pretend and play for now and he gasped again as Dark Ace wrapped his hand around his aching length. He stroked Aerrow, smirking at Aerrow smugly. Aerrow wanted so badly to wipe that smirk off his damned face and someday, he would, but not now.
Not now…
Dark Ace was teasing him, his thumb rubbing the slit of his length, eliciting a groan out of him. Aerrow tried to do the same, but Dark Ace glared at him with his fierce blood-colored eyes. He thought he could lose himself in those eyes forever, but he always snapped out of it the moment he realized that Dark Ace was a murderer. Dark Ace had shed the blood of the innocents-- including that of his father.
Despite it, Aerrow had the upper hand; he knew why Dark Ace was acting the way he did, and Aerrow let out a soft moan as he finally reached his release. Dark Ace didn’t wait for him to relax. The Talon commander used the fluid remains of his climax to prepare himself and then, without warning, he raised Aerrow’s hips and forced his way into him.
The pain was not unexpected, but this time, Aerrow would not show weakness. He tried his best to stifle his moans of pain, and focused on the rhythmic movements of their bodies together. Dark Ace was thrusting up, panting loudly, his eyes so dark with hunger and lust. Aerrow wanted him out, his muscles squeezing all around Dark Ace, making the older man groan in pure ecstasy.

In his climax, he pushed Aerrow away and Aerrow collapsed on the bed. Aerrow could feel the older man’s essence dripping down the side of his leg and shuddered again, but this time, in pure disgust. He watched Dark Ace and saw him pant again, trying to catch his breath, but in the end, with his energy depleted, Dark Ace collapsed on top of him.
Aerrow let him rest, but his thoughts were still a storm. He knew that the farther he went with this, the more confused he was and the further the storm in his mind intensified.
***
Aerrow was standing on top of the Condor again and the weather was the same, with the shining sun and the cloudless sky, but the winds were not gentle, blowing at his hair and his clothes fiercely.
He could tell his team was worried about him, because he would only come up here when he needed to think, but he could not deal with them now. He needed to clear his thoughts first.
He stared at his hands. He didn’t put the gloves on this morning so he saw how dirty and calloused they were. These hands were no longer pure; they were tainted and blood-stained from the way he had touched Dark Ace and the people he had to kill, because people were often in his way.
He supposed he was similar to Dark Ace like that, but he didn’t like to be compared to that man, didn’t like the implications and what would eventually happen in the future.
He could see it. Even with the weather warning him of an upcoming storm, even though he had spent a lot of time with Dark Ace, the storm in his mind was finally clearing. He was confused about Dark Ace, lost in his ideals and fantasies where he could change him for the sake of good, but their relationship, even as rivals and lovers remained the same. They had fought against each other in the battlefield. They had sex at night. There was nothing else.
In the end, there was only one thing that mattered that made him the same, but different and separate from Dark Ace.
His loyalty.
***
Aerrow stared at Dark Ace thoughtfully. The man was lying on his stomach and was breathing quietly, calmly as though he haven’t had a good sleep in years.
He ran his fingers through Dark Ace’s black hair, reveling in its coarseness. Everything about this man, from the way he battled, to the way he coupled with Aerrow was coarse.
Aerrow decided to let him sleep. He stepped back and stayed here, his mind clear, his hands reaching down to the pockets of his pants…
***
He finally left the hotel room, but he stood in front of the door. He tried to ignore the drip drip drip of what would be the blood-soaked blankets. He tried to ignore the stench of the freshly spilled blood. He gazed at his hands and saw how blood-stained they were, red rivulets running down his wrists.
He tried to forget the horrible scream that was still echoing in his mind, and the shock in those blood-colored eyes, but he felt no regret. He lived his life in the present. He learned from the past and applied it to the present and the future.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and wiped his hands with the curtains of the hotel. He left the hotel and looked up, gazing at that window where their room was and felt his chest tighten.
May you finally rest in peace.
Fin.
***
A/n: And there you have it. =D
It took me an hour and thirty minutes to plot and write this, which is pretty cool ‘cause it usually takes me longer, but I guess, this is what happens when I’m inspired. =D
Review please? X3 they’re so encouraging. Makes me wanna write more. Haha. Damn, it feels good to write again. Mmm.
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Color me blood red	By : Gothatheart Category: +S through Z > Storm Hawks Views: 1895 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Color me blood red