Aerrow walked the corridors of the Condor. Most of his team was asleep, except for one: the merb they had found with the ship a few months ago. Stork was an enigma, alright. Fear seemed to dominate his life, yet he flew the ship fearlessly, like a thing possessed. Lately, however, something seemed more off about him then normal.
Within less than a week of meeting them, Stork had been found climbing into bed with each member of the team for sleep. He had the worst nightmares, it seemed. But for the last week or so he hadn't joined anyone, and Aerrow could swear that some nights he could hear sobs coming from Stork's room.
He found Stork exactly where he figured he would, at the helm. "Good evening, Aerrow. Can't sleep?"
"I was just going to see if you wanted company for bed once we land," Aerrow told him.
"Land, you say?" Stork's ears shot up, as though he hadn't heard right.
"Yeah, I figured you could use a break. I haven't seen you get any sleep in a few days."
"Eh, not the first time. When you live in the Wastelands, sometimes it's best not to sleep," Stork countered. "But landing... yes, perhaps some rest would be welcome. After I check out the hull. I want to make sure that last Talon attack didn't do any damage."
"I'll give you a hand if you want," Aerrow offered.
"NO!" Stork all but screamed. He cleared his throat at Aerrow's obvious alarm. "Ahem, that is, I'd rather have a warm bed waiting for me with a warm body. It's chilly out there tonight."
"Stork, are you sure you're alright?" Aerrow asked, vastly concerned for the merb.
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine. Um, where are we setting down?"
"You pick. Just do it soon. Less then three hours you understand?" Aerrow told him sternly.
Stork bowed his head, causing Aerrow to shake his. This too had become a recent development in the merb's behavior: Aerrow would give an order, or even a strong suggestion, and the merb would just about bow to him over it. He tried telling the merb not to do this, but Stork actually seemed not quite aware of this habit.
"Less then three hours," Stork echoed. Aerrow gave him a parting worried look before leaving.
The moment he was out of hearing range, Stork let out a sigh of relief. "Whew. Thought he'd never leave." He then let out a moan of pain. He was desperate for sustenance, the warm life-blood of others. The hunger was damn near killing him with the pain of it. If not killing him from starvation.
A dark chuckle echoed through the room, and he looked up at his reflection in the window. "He smells so good." The scent of Aerrow's blood still lingered in his nostrils, and it was all he could do to keep his fangs - curse these damn things - from showing.
"We've been over this. It's not going to happen," he spoke to the reflection. "I'd never hurt him. Never. No matter how hungry I am. Besides, there's a terra not too far from here that has plenty of wildlife."
"Bah! Do you honestly think that you can survive like this? Look at you! You've never tasted what we BOTH know you must have!"
"I'll make do!" he snapped. "I won't hurt them... I can't." He leaned against the wheel. Dear Atmos, he was starving. He'd managed to feed right before the Storm Hawks had shown up, allowing him to seem like a normal merb to them all. But lately they hadn't had a chance to land anywhere really. They'd been mooring in the sky instead. He felt better doing so, but this gnawing hunger was starting to get the better of him... not to mention he was now cold no matter how warm the surroundings were.
"That'll be the death of us then. They all smell so good and it's driving us both mad. And you damn well know it!"
"Would you shut up? Look, there's land and food. I'll set the traps, check the hull, feed..." Stork wiped his mouth with the back of his hand; he was drooling at the very thought, and his cloaca tingled in remembered desire for the act. "And get some well deserved sleep. Away from you for a change."
"You never take enough."
Stork sighed. "I'm not sure what would be enough anymore, and nether are you. I've never been full, not since... Besides, that would take all night. And Aerrow's expecting me." He looked at his reflection. Apparently it had nothing to say to that.
He damn near cried in joy when the wheels of the Condor touched down. He hugged the Time Pulse. "Don't worry baby, we'll be back in the air in the morning. I just need to check you over."
He all but sprinted to his room and silently took out his cages before heading out of the ship. With damn near inhuman speed, he moved away from the Condor to set his traps. If he was very lucky, one or two of the four traps would have a meal in them.
He waited now, scanning every inch of the Condor's hull in the meantime. It was a good thing too, in his mind. He found several things that in the morning, when everyone else would be able to see them, he'd have to repair.
His hunger drove him to check his traps sooner then he would have liked, but to his delight, three of the cages had some animal in them. "Dinner is served," he said to himself as fangs - long and sharp, half cone shaped, allowing him to easily suck the life blood from a being, that is if he'd ever figured out how to bite them; everything that was eatable in the Wastelands was on the small side - emerged from his mouth.
"This will be divine. Aerrow's in for a surprise when I get back." He snagged the first animal. He could smell its blood, hear its heart beating frantically in terror. It made him salivate again. He didn't even look at it long enough to see what it was. He savagely tore its head off - he'd never learned exactly how to bite these things the right way - tilted his own head back and let the sweet, sweet blood run down his throat.
It felt like fire was entering his body, spreading out to limbs that were becoming heaver with each passing day. In his starved state, his body had begun to absorb his own blood just to sustain itself. 'Oh dear Atmos, yes,' he cried out in his head. 'Oh if only it were warm out...' His hand reached between his legs and through his uniform he teased the edges of his cloaca. Feeding had always aroused him. Since it was such a rare thing, the pleasure of drinking the life essence of a living being was increased to nearly orgasmic levels. And combined with the his long exile in the Wastelands, where something feeling so good was so damned rare, he'd taken to self pleasuring during feeding.
He repeated the process on the other two animals, draining them dry of the sweet coppery taste of blood. He then carefully removed his traps. The local scavengers would take care of the leftovers. He returned to the Condor, hid his traps, made damn sure that there wasn't even a trace of blood on him, and then headed for the much welcome warmth of Aerrow's bed.
"Stork? Took you long enough," Aerrow said with a yawn.
"Sorry, there's some damage to the hull, but it'll have to wait till morning." He didn't want to talk. He strode over to Aerrow and planted a kiss on his warm lips, hands roaming wildly. When Aerrow pulled back for air with a questioning look, Stork merely shrugged. "Okay, maybe I really missed your warmth."
Aerrow smiled at the merb and held him close, walking him to the bed. "Then let's warm you up," he said with a smile. He pulled off his clothes while Stork did the same. The merb threw his arms over his head and turned his head so that his hair fell into his eyes. He wanted Aerrow's loving touch. He buried his instinctual desire to pin the human under him... Aerrow's touch banished such thoughts from his mind as the Sky Knight touched and kissed his body, tracing the patterns on his skin as well as making his own. His touch was always gentle, always loving, and it made Stork want to give rather then take. To give himself, and everything he had to this young man. It was times like this that, if only for a few moments, he forgot his ever present hunger, forgot what he'd become in the Wastelands, and could be just another merb again.
Stork gasped when Aerrow's tongue traced the edges of his cloaca. "Aerrow..." his voice was light and breathy and needy. The warmth of the room, the boy, the blanket over him, and the fresh hot blood in his body caused his cock to bloom almost at once.
Aerrow looked up at Stork, fingers still tracing the lips of the merb's cloaca. "What do you want Stork? Just tell me. You haven't been with me in a while and Finn's been bitchy, so I'm guessing you haven't been with him either. You need this, don't you?" Stork couldn't speak from the sensations Aerrow was giving him, so he nodded. "So tell me what you want."
This was much different for Stork. He normally wanted to just be taken, but he'd just fed for the first time since being with this crew, and his body was demanding release. "Nnnugh I..." After years of being told what to do during sex, the term "I want" was still hard to get out, but he wanted it so badly that he pushed the foreign words out of his mouth. "I want..."
He knew Aerrow hadn't yet been taken. Oh, he knew the Sky Knight and the sharpshooter fooled around, but Aerrow had yet to be penetrated. And while the idea often came to Stork's mind - when he was horny, unable to get off, and hungry all at once - to be the one to take that last bit of virginity, what some would call the last of his innocence (who was anyone kidding; these kids were anything but, except maybe the sheltered wallop Junko), the last thing he wanted to do was to be in a place of control with Aerrow... he might succumb to his need. So he figured on the next best thing, something that would keep Aerrow's neck away from his mouth as well. "...your mouth?" His voice was hesitant, questioning, unsure.
"You want me to suck you off?" Aerrow's tone, on the other hand, was soft and reassuring. More asking to make sure that's what Stork meant than anything else. Stork merely nodded. Aerrow nodded as well and took the merb's member in his mouth, sheathing it to the hilt.
Stork cried out loudly and his hips thrust up into Aerrow's mouth. He looked down to see Aerrow smirk around his cock and begin to suck. "S-should have guessed... aaaahhhh, yessssss," he hissed harshly. "Finn right?"
Aerrow nodded, fingers working the edges of Stork's cloaca and tongue working the shaft in his mouth. He could feel Stork's desperation, and made a mental note to ask him why he hadn't come to any of them before now. For now, he decided to give the merb exactly what he wanted.
He twisted his agile body so he could reach up with one hand to pet and stroke Stork's ears while the other hand worked his cloaca. As soon as his hand touched the merb's ear, said merb downright screamed in pleasure. Aerrow stopped for a moment. "Don't hold it back, Stork. I love hearing your voice."
He went happily back to the task, his own member becoming excited at the cries coming from his lover. Stork must have been really pent up, because when Aerrow used his teeth the merb cried his Sky Knight's name loudly and spilled his release deep in Aerrow's throat.
"Oh Atmos Aerrow. Thank you. Thank you." Stork sounded as though he were thanking a god for some blessing. He lay there panting for a time, unable to speak further, just letting his body enjoy what had just transpired.
He felt kisses being placed over his body, and he could feel the bed moving a bit as Aerrow stroked himself. "You're so beautiful, Stork."
Stork looked down his body at the Sky Knight, looking at him like he was off his rocker. "I'm not crazy, Stork. I find you so beautiful." These words were spoken between kisses. Aerrow sighed, then gasped when one of Stork's hand-like feet grasped his ball sack. Stork continued to rub and massage Aerrow's sack with a foot while hands found pleasure spots on the boy's body. "Oh Atmos, Stork..."
"That's it, Aerrow... I gave you my release, now give me yours." Stork's other foot joined the first, and he bent his body at an impossible angle so his hands could take over the task that Aerrow's had started.
"Holy shit!" Aerrow cried out as he came violently.
"I see I can still surprise you Aerrow," said Stork, smirk firmly in place.
Aerrow crawled up to hold the merb close, letting Stork's body cool his own overheated one down. "Stork? What's wrong? You've been acting strange... er then usual. Tell me. Let me help you."
Stork sighed. How often in the few months he'd been with the squad had Aerrow spoken those words. Anything else, he couldn't lie to him. But this, this hunger, the desire for his blood... no. This was one secret he'd never reveal. He couldn't bear to think of what Aerrow and the others would say.
At least part of him couldn't. "Their fear would be so wonderful to behold." Stork shook his head for a moment, silently telling himself to shut up, and glad that Aerrow's heavy breathing had covered the whispered words.
"You say something, Stork?" Aerrow asked tiredly.
"No. Nothing. And nothing's wrong. I've just been... tired and a bit distracted. I'm still trying to absorb all this. It's taking some getting used to." Not fully a lie, not a total falsehood.
"Stork, I haven't seen you that needy..."
"Aerrow, I just got tired of Finn's version of... pillow talk as it were. And well, you... I was afraid of... you know... asking." He wanted to drop it. Wanted to sleep; right now he'd rather have the nightmares of his past then the waking one he suffered in day after day in the present.
Aerrow gave a tired chuckle. "Stork, never be afraid to ask. We're both tired. Let's just get some sleep." The redhead pulled Stork to him, holding him close. "Good night."
Stork waited until Aerrow was asleep, then tears of pain and longing fell. 'How much longer can I do this? They need me, I need them.' He rolled over to face his bedmate and with a touch so light, it was as though the darkness had fingers, he caressed the boy's face. 'Do you know how deeply I care for you? Do you understand that I suffer for you? I won't lie, not to myself, not about this. The others, I could take or leave, but you Aerrow... I need you as much as I need the Condor. I'd follow you to hell and back, happily and with no remorse. You could join Master Cyclonis and I would be at your side with a smile on my face, so long as you let me keep my beloved Condor. What should I do... Gods and devils, what should I do?' And yet more tears fell, this time in sorrow.