Okay I'm making a one shot now because this idea has been haunting my dreams XD No joke I've dreamt about this scenario for the past three days and its driving me nuts! So without further ado I present to you this! Enjoy!

Discalimer; I don't own Strom Hawks, but I do own the name Axara because Aerrow's dad currently doesn't have a name.

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Dreamscape

Pairing: Dark AcexAerrow

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Dreamscape: n. A dreamlike scene, which has surreal qualities.

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The Dark Ace smirked to himself in the darkness, he couldn't believe how simple and easy it was to infiltrate the Condor, a ship he himself had once been a part of so many years ago; because of this he had an extensive knowledge of the ship's interior and background and found it easy to bypass the carrier-pilot's paranoid traps and enter the ship undetected. The ship itself was silent save for the quite rumble of the engines and the occasional creak of the ship, as he quietly walked though the ships hanger, past the teams skimmer bikes and through to where he knew the crew quarters were.

The Dark Ace felt the pangs of nostalgia and lost memories as he walked through the ship, he remembered back to the times when he has been working and living with his other team mates on the Condor and it had been…fun for a while…that was, until Axara arrived; the old leader of the Storm Hawks, and Aerrow's father became the new team leader after the other Sky Knight had died in battle. Axara had been a replacement but the other team members had bonded quickly with him, Ace however had not; he hated the way Axara treated him, though he became his new co-pilot he felt, no he KNEW the Sky knight didn't like him and looked down on him, it was part of the reason he betrayed Axara and the others to the Cyclonians so many years ago, the funny thing is, that he didn't know much about Axara he didn't know whether he was married or he had kids…until he first saw Aerrow, if he had he probably would have hunted the kid down, and either brought him to Cyclonia or killed him.

He looked just like his father, almost a spitting image except for the green eyes, the teen had obviously gotten them from his mother, but everything else the hair, the stance, the expressions, they were all his fathers.

And the Dark Ace hated him for it…

No…Not hated, that was such a harsh word even for him when referring to the teen, he didn't really HATE the kid, sure he was a thorn in his side on more than one occasion but he didn't really hate Aerrow for it, they were simply on opposite sides; Aerrow was a Sky Knight and he was Cyclonian, it was natural for then to feel a certain dislike for each other, it was how the war between the two factions worked.

Walking quietly along the walkway that joined all the crew quarters he headed to the last door on the left, which had been his fathers; he didn't know how Snipe knew which bunk Aerrow slept in (1) and honestly he didn't want to think such a disturbing thought, instead he just took the information and had headed out here on his mission.

His mission to Kill Aerrow.

Mater Cyclonis had, had enough of the Storm hawks meddling in her plans and she wanted the leader taken out. Permanently. Dark Ace had nodded and agreed to take on the mission but he had a heavy heart when doing so; Aerrow was only 15! He was hardly an adult, it was a shame that he would have to cut the teens life early, especially when he showed so much talent and promise, but orders were orders he would do this if it assured the Cyclonians victory.

He paused when he finally reached Aerrow's room and he took a deep breath preparing himself like he did on all the other occasions where killing was necessary, before he allowed the door to open and he stepped inside.

What he found took his breath away.

What he saw in front of him couldn't be the boy he'd sent to kill, it just seemed too eerie, too unreal even for him, Dark Ace had never been one to believe old sailors stories of sky sirens and angels.

Until now…

Aerrow was fast asleep in his bunk, the covers had been kicked off of him due to the warm night and Aerrow's nightshirt was open, revealing his slightly tanned chest, which rose and fell gently with each soft breath the teen looked so innocent to tempting just lying there. Dark ace wanted to smack himself in the head for thinking such weird things; for a start he was at LEAST 8 years older then the teen, they were both male AND they were enemies for fucks sake!

'This is ridiculous I don't have an attachment to him, I'll just kill him and get it over with' the dark haired Cyclonian thought as he pulled out his sword the blade glowing a blood red, and he lifted it over the teen, the tip of the blade pointing downwards, the glow of the blade illuminating the red haired teen as Dark Ace prepared to thrust the sword downwards.

…Seconds past and his arms hadn't moved.

Slowly he felt his arms lower of their own accord and he moved the blade from over the teen and shut off the crystal as he stared at the sleeping red head for a long time mentally wrestling with himself as to why he just couldn't kill the kid and have it done with. Ever since he'd joined Cyclonia he had carried out Master Cyclonis's orders without hesitation even when some of the orders felt wrong and cruel, even to him, he had done it anyway, he'd never hesitated to kill someone before, he had stuck to his motto of 'No mercy' so why couldn't he kill the brat?

'Maybe because you actually like him' a voice sounding ironically like Axara whispered in his mind, which made the dark haired commander try to shake the thought away but it was no good. 'Oh no, your not getting rid of me now! You remember me right? I'm your conscience, you know, probably the last part of you that has some morals and that actually CARES about someone other than yourself?' Axara's voice muttered obviously bitter about something; the Dark Ace snorted at this wondering if the stress of his job was finally getting to him; even years on from he betrayal, the other was still pissed at him, or maybe that was his punishment, to have a bitter sounding Axara as his newly re-found conscience.

The Dark Ace groaned quietly, this HAD to be some form of twisted karma.

'Yeah it probably is' his conscience said with a slight snicker at his thoughts 'You and I need a serious talk, seen as it's been so long since you were hit with a touch of doubt about yourself and your 'mission'' the voice said and the dark haired man could almost see two hands making comma motions in his mind at the word 'mission' 'Anyway we'll talk about this later let's focus on the main problem here: Why can't you kill my son?'

The dark haired Cyclonian actually grimaced slightly at being reminded just how young Aerrow was, and whom EXACTLY he descended from. With a sigh he thought about this for a few minutes before he shook his head "I don't know" he murmured forcing himself not to look at Axara's son as he did so, only to make he conscience sigh at him.

'Lair! You know PERFECTLY well why you can't kill him, the only problem is that you're a) too stubborn to actually admit it and b) you've spent so many years burying your emotions and your conscience, you've almost become heartless to everything, even helping Cyclonia became emotionless didn't it? But, he changed that didn't he?' it was a statement and not a question and even if it was, the dark haired commander wouldn't, no couldn't, have given his conscience an answer.

On the bed Aerrow sighed and shifted on the bed moving onto his side unaware that he was twisting his nightshirt underneath him before settling down again, completely unaware he was being contemplated over.

'He doesn't know yet does he? That you're the one that killed me?' Axara asked the voice was surprisingly soft and not accusatory at all, the Dark Ace shrugged as he took the opportunity to walk over to the small window in Aerrow's room and look out of it as he contemplated the question.

"I don't know, if he does it would explain all the hatred he has towards me" the dark haired commander said softly as he thought back to all the times he and the red haired leader of the Storm hawks had clashed blades, the hatred in his eyes had been intense and far more than what he expected; he was a Cyclonian and his enemy so he understood some of that hate, but not all of it until now.

Axara sighed 'Well if he's anything like me he'll get over it…eventually, even more so because he's young I've been dead for years, he can't do much about it now, well actually... he COULD kill you but that's about it'

Dark Ace rolled his eyes at this "If your trying to cheer me, up your failing at it very badly Axara, your confidence speeches always were extremely lame" the dark haired man whispered to himself as he forced himself not to turn around to look ('Check on' Axara said to Dark Ace's annoyance) at the teen and focused at why he couldn't kill Aerrow and what he would say to Master Cyclonis; true she gave him a lot of leeway where failures were concerned, but recently her leeway had grown extremely short, even for him.

'She's not going to be happy huh? Why wouldn't she forgive you though? You're her humble and loyal bitch right?' Dark Ace bit his lip to stop himself from shouting at himself at the bitch part of Axara's comment, even though technically it was true.

Instead the grip on his two bladed sword got tighter, the only sign of his irritation. "She's had too many plans fail since the Storm Hawks were revived and laughingly enough, she's also questioning my loyalty, she hasn't said anything but I've seen the looks she gives me every time I fail to destroy the Storm Hawks" the commander said softly. "I think, that it's his life or mine this time"

'Do you love him?' Axara's voice asked quietly and this question actually made the Dark Ace smirk in amusement at the craziness of all this; here he was standing in Aerrows bunk on the Condor, talking to himself because he thought he had Axara for a conscience in his head.

"I don't love him, but…I don't dislike him either" the commander said finally turning towards the sleeping teen; he felt confused about this whole situation and it was an uncomfortable emotion to re-live, he was used to knowing what to do, being in control of how he ran things…but he couldn't control this.

He couldn't control this strange want for the teen.

'So your infatuated with my son, your one sick fuck Ace' Axara commented half in spite and the other in amusement 'You'd better not rape him while you're here its bad enough your drooling over him in his room while he's asleep'

If the dark haired commander could have killed he bodiless voice in his head he would have done so happily and damned the consequences, as it were he had no choice but to listen to the snide comments of the other while silently raging…

that was until he heard Aerrow speak.

Even Axara fell silent as one word passed the Aerrow's lips and was sighed out softly "…Ace…" the teen rolled onto his back again and groaned softly as his dreams became more intense. 'Ohh looks like my son doesn't hate you so much after all…I don't know weather to be shocked or slightly sickened by it' Axara commented lightly, as the dark haired Cyclonian walked over to the bed where Aerrow was sleeping restlessly a frown on his handsome face as he just stared at the other.

The teenage Sky knight groaned softly again and his hips arched slightly his lips parted as a light gasp escaped "Ace…." The teen whispered again, the way the teenager said his name sent a jolt of satisfaction a pleasure through him; the teen had never said his name like that when he was awake.

The dark haired commander looked down at the teen an unreadable expression on his face at the other, at this point he actually expected Axara to say something snide or even to talk him out of doing anything to his son, but all he received was silence which both relived and unnerved the Cyclonian commander.

Dark Ace's blood red eyes started at Aerrow intensely, then slowly he pulled off one of his black gloves and giving into just a little of his temptation, he trailed a his fingers gently down the boys lightly tanned chest, savouring the smooth warm skin under his fingertips, Aerrow gave him the required reaction which was to moan, quite loudly, curious the dark haired man did it again but this time he let his nails scrape slightly against the teens flesh which made the boy cry out his name softly.

He paused after a moment to see if the other would awake after concluding the leader of the Storm Hawks was either still asleep or a really good actor, he slowly leaned down and captured those tempting lips with his own, kissing with a gentleness he didn't even know he had in him before pulling away, knowing he'd stayed for too long and that even though he knew punishment was probably waiting for him in Cyclonia, this moment with the teen was worth it. "Until next time Aerrow" Ace whispered in the teens ear before he stood.

'Your such a paedophile Ace' Axara finally commented with a snicker as the Cyclonian commander silently left Ace's room and headed back to the hanger "Shut up Axara" he growled "I didn't hear to protesting when I touched him" That made Axara shut up, with a smirk of victory the Dark Ace walked out of the hanger and over to his skimmer.

Not one minute after the Dark Ace left his room, Aerrow snapped awake panting heavily with a raging erection. 'What a dream, it, it wasn't like the others…' the red haired teen thought; for a start the dream's he had involving Dark Ace were fitful and uneasy and Aerrow usually woke up before it got intimate but this time…Aerrow saw the erection and bit his lip 'I shouldn't, I know I shouldn't but…oh god' the teenage Sky Knight thought as he reached into his pants and slowly began stroking himself softly his green eyes fluttering closed in pleasure as he fantasized about one person, one man who was unobtainable to him, the one person who was his greatest enemy and his greatest desire.

Moaning loudly, he clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle his moans of pleasure crying out the Cyclonians name over and over until he finally couldn't take it anymore and he came with a quiet whimper.

Panting softly Aerrow lay there for a moment getting over his orgasm and as he did so he turned his head to the window and swore he saw a red skimmer fly off past his window and into the distance.

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(1) Referring to episode 19 where Finn clones himself and Snipe comes aboard, I'm thinking he might have snooped around first and forced the clones to tell him what all the rooms were, it seems like the thing he'd do XD

Oh my god! XD I didn't intend for Axara to get such an important role in this but I'm not complaining I enjoyed trying to invent his character from scratch I tried to make him a bit more arrogant then Aerrow and more likely to hold a grudge XD

This IS supposed to be a one shot but I suppose if I get enough encouragement to continue I might make a sequel probably involving Dark ace being tortured by Cyclonis for flailing to carry out orders and Aerrow stumbles in on him while doing a stealth mission…ohh the possibilities XD Until next time, see ya!!!