Author's Note: I'm not sure why I wrote this…I don't even like this pairing that much. But I do love Master Cyclonis, and I was listening to the radio and the idea popped into my head…

I don't own the Storm Hawks; "Feel Good Drag" is by Amberlin. Read, review, and enjoy!

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Aerrow crept through the corridors of Cyclonia, avoiding Talon patrols and their commanders. He was here to confront their leader, and he wanted his surprise attack to remain a surprise.

He burst into the Cyclonian throne room, not surprising its lone occupant at all. "Aerrow," she said, leering. "I've been expecting you."

"I'm here for you" she said

"and we can stay for awhile,

my boyfriend's gone,

we can just pretend."

She advanced on him, and despite the fact that he was the one with the weapons, he backed away. She was stalking forward like a cat who had caught and was now playing with her mouse. "The Dark Ace is on some mission on a distant Terra," she said. "I've ordered my Talons not to disturb us." He didn't like the way she was eyeing him. He didn't like the tone of her voice.

But she looked so beautiful in her skin-tight battle armor. He had always thought she was beautiful, he was just usually too busy trying to kill her to care.

Lips that need no introduction

Now who's the greater sin,

Your drab eyes seem to invite

(tell me darling) Where do we begin.

Suddenly, her lips were on his, and before he could stop himself, they were kissing. He quickly pulled back and looked away, but not soon enough to miss the light of victory in her eyes, her empty violet eyes.

What was worse, the fact that she was kissing him, or the fact that he kissed back? Who was at fault here?

If he was already in this deep, from one stupid kiss, what was the harm in taking another?

Was this over before

Before it ever began

Your kiss

Your calls

Your crutch

Like the devils got your hand

This was over before

Before it ever began

Your lips

Your lies

Your lust

Like the devils in your hands

Lies. She lived in lies, she played with lies. It was all some sick, twisted game to her. He was a Sky Knight, and it was his duty to put her down, to stop her lies.

But her lies were too damm tempting, like the forbidden fruit. She was the serpent, and she was force-feeding him that which he knew he should say no to.

But it wasn't force-feeding if you wanted it, was it?

Everyone in this town

is seeing somebody else

Everybody's tired of someone

our eyes wander for help

Prayers that need no answer now

I'm tired of who I am

You were my greatest mistake

I fell in love with your sin

Your littlest sin

He was tired of being the reliable one. He was tired of being the responsible one. He was tired of making the right choices. This time, he made the more desirable one.

She was too tempting, with all her darkness. It only made her more fascinating.

He fell for her, with all her darkness, and he fell hard.

Was this over before

Before it ever began

Your kiss

Your calls

Your crutch

Like the devils got your hand

This was over before

Before it ever began

Your lips

Your lies

Your lust

Like the devils in your hands

She let him escape. She let him get away to his skimmer, and just fly off. He wondered why she didn't try to keep him a prisoner, or torture him.

She was the torture, or at least, the lack of her. He would never be able to live with himself, knowing what had happened between them. He would always have to force himself not to go running back to her like a lost puppy, begging for her to take him back.

She wanted to see him beg, so she let him go.

Failure is your disease

You want my outline drawn

You are my greatest failure

Discourse your saving song

"How did your mission go?" Piper asked cheerfully. Only Aerrow could pull of a solo-raid on the Cyclonian palace.

Guilt twisted in Aerrow's gut. "It was a failure," he said dully.

Was this over before

Before it ever began

Your kiss

Your calls

Your crutch

Like the devils got your hand

This was over before

Before it ever began

Your lips

Your lies

Your lust

Like the devils in your hands

She was the devil personified. She was evil, she had no heart, she played with hearts. She was a mistake.

A mistake he was willing to make again.

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