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A RUMOR OF PEACE	By : Acaciarose Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6494 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He was standing in the shadows outside the terrace doors. As he stepped forward, Roark saw that he was dressed all in black. Black leather boots into which he had tucked black leather pants, the leather seeming to mold very nicely to his legs, his thighs, and...other things. 'A little too nicely,' he thought, thinking now that the pants almost looked like a second skin on him.
He wore a black silk shirt tucked into the pants, a matching leather vest over it, and finally, he wore black leather gloves. He looked, from what he could see, to be in his mid to late thirties, standing a few inches over six feet. His body was very nicely made, not quite lean, but close with just the right amount of muscle in all the right places, making Roark wonder just what it would be like to run his hands over him.
His face...Roark now raised his eyes further and saw an almost angular, nicely tanned autocratic face framed by thick, almost wavy rich sable brown hair that, were it not pulled back and held by a thin leather stripe at the nape of his neck, would have fallen to his shoulders. His eyes...Finally, as their eyes met...held, Roark thought that they looked like the sherry his grandmother liked to drink.
Neither moved.
Neither did they speak.
They simply stood, studying each other until finally... "You know," he said calmly, "you really shouldn't sneak up on people like that," he said as he returned his laser to its holster and secured it. "It could get you killed."
His brow went up. "I don't generally make it a habit to sneak up on people I know will shoot first and ask questions later," came his cold reply. "Besides, those that I sneak up on usually don't realize I'm there," a smirk on full, sensuous lips. "Not until it's too late, of course."
"Of course," he murmured, lifting his glass to sip from the wine within, his silver eyes never leaving his face. "Who are you?" he asked of the man who had yet to step fully out of the shadows of the terrace doors.
He came forward then, stepping fully into the light of the living area's lights. "Rodolphus Declan Lestrange, Lt. Roark. I am quite sure you have heard of me."
Roark arched a brow at that so cold, yet quiet introduction of himself, a slow smirk twisting his own lips. "As a matter of fact, I have. Could hardly have avoided it, now could I?" he asked calmly, apparently not at all bothered by the fact that he had a Terminator standing before him.
"Riddle's left-hand man, one of his top Terminators." He sipped again. "Well, I would say it was a pleasure to meet you, but I think we both know I would be lying." 'NOPE!' he thought. 'Not lying. SO...OO not lying. Fuck! Why the hell did he have to be so fucking handsome?'
Amusement suddenly flickered through those sherry eyes. "So...oo. You're not afraid of me," he said in a tone that was almost like a slow drawl, a smile now beginning to twist his lips. "Good." He took a step closer. "That will make things MUCH more interesting."
"I'm so glad that you think so, Terminator," Roark replied with just a touch of sarcasm visible in his tone as he leaned back against the sideboard. He sipped from his glass, allowing his eyes to begin to move over him once again in a slow perusal, this time feeling his heartbeat begin to change its beat, his blood beginning to race hotly through his veins. "So, Rodolphus Declan Lestrange, to what do I owe the honor of your company tonight?"
OH! WOW! Just...wow. This was NOT good at all. He was attracted to him. That was certainly unexpected. It was also completely inappropriate. To say the least.
"To give you a warning. Drop your investigation against Tom Riddle, or I will be your death."
A sudden chuckle sounded from him, surprising Rodolphus, and there wasn't much that surprised him any longer. Though he never allowed it to show, any more than he had let show how Lt. Roark Peverell Potter's so slow perusal of him, his so completely uncaring reaction to him, had attracted him as much as everything else about him had.
He was even more stunningly beautiful in person than his holograph had been, and oddly...He had never been THIS attracted to someone in quite a long time. His...wife was often a better deterrent to his taking lovers than anything else ever had been. She just LOVED to leave pieces of any lover he took lying around for him to find. Then, just because she could, she often went after Rabastan's lovers too, just because she knew how seeing his brother upset, or hurting pissed him off even more.
"Well, I can't say I'm surprised by this."
"No?" came his reply. "Why would that be?" he asked.
"First Virgon...now I'm here. We have to be doing SOME damage if he's sent you after me." Pushing away from the sideboard, he gave a shrug. "Feel free to try to stop me...stop US, Rodolphus, but a word to the wise?" he saw his head tilt just slightly. "I don't intend to stop. It is my full attention to take that filth you work for down. Alive preferably, but dead if I must."
'O...kay...' he thought, 'that was just...yeah,' he let his own eyes move over him slowly, seeing determination in every feature of his body. He was just absolutely, stunningly beautiful in his determination.
And he wanted him.
Badly.
"Not if you're dead, and you WILL be dead Roark Christopher Peverell Potter. The choice is, of course, yours."
"My choice was made a long time ago, Rodolphus. Very well. Stand between us if you must, but know this. I will not stop. It will do you absolutely no good to put yourself between us because I will be taking him down, and I will take you with him if I must."
That earned him a deep chuckle. "Oh, this is going to be so...oo much fun," he told him. "I love a good challenge, Lieutenant, and it's very obvious you are going to give me one hell of a challenge. Well, we will just have to wait and see who will claim the upper hand then, won't we? Let the games begin," he said, giving him a mock salute, then turning and leaving the way he had come.
Roark stared after him, confusion now becoming visible on his face. Somewhere deep within his mind, at the very moment their eyes had met, there had been the feeling of something shattering. Now, on top of this so inappropriate attraction he felt for him, there was something ELSE...something that was even more unexpected than his attraction.
There was this sense of...what? Recognition?
'Yes,' he thought. That's exactly what it was. It was a sense of recognition of some kind. A connection he had never before felt to anyone but the Durin's, and even THAT he didn't understand, nor had he ever thought to ask them about it.
Though with what was happening now, he probably should. But...how? How was this feeling even possible? He had never met Rodolphus Declan Lestrange. Had he? There WAS Saggitara. Of which he had no real memory of.
Just who the hell was Rodolphus Declan Lestrange? Roark asked of himself as he sank slowly to the carpeted floor, his back to the sideboard, his body beginning to shake as reaction to the encounter began to work its way through him.
'And why,' he asked himself, 'do I feel like I have just met the other half of my heart and soul?'
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