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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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"ROARK!! he came bursting through the open doors crying out his brother's name, "ROARK, WHERE--Oh thank Kobol," he said as he caught sight of him sitting on the floor, his back to the sideboard.
His face and eyes were blank of any expression, obviously lost deeply within himself. Worried, Harry went to him, sinking down beside him. "Rory?" he said as he slipped an arm around his shoulders, drew him against him, and waited patiently, fingers sifting through his dark hair.
Finally, after several long, silent centons {minutes}, he stirred. "Harry?" he asked, head tilting back to look into his brother's worried gaze.
A smile. "Welcome back, little brother. Am I to assume you too had a visitor in the form of a Terminator issuing a warning?"
"Um...mmm. You?"
"Rabastan Archer Lestrange. Rodolphus?"
"Yes." Returning his head to Harry's shoulder and relaxing completely into his side, he said, "Tell me what happened between you and Rabastan."
"Probably about the same as you and Rodolphus," he told him, glad that he couldn't see how his face turned a slight pink as Rabastan came to the forefront of his mind.
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Harry was sitting curled in the corner of the dark brown leather couch, the only light in the whole of the apartment coming from the lamp on the side table bedside him, as well as the light from the hall that led to his bedroom and the bath.
Lying open on the arm of the couch was the newest hardcover, sci-fi thriller from one of his favorite authors. On the end table beside the couch sat a glass of Aquarian red wine, and a small platter of select fruit, cheeses, and crackers, from which he had been snacking since he had settled into the corner of the couch nearly two centars {hours} ago.
He was just turning the page, completely lost in the story, when he went still, a feeling of being watched washing over him. Head jerking up, he looked around the shadowed apartment with narrowed green eyes. Not seeing anyone, he picked up his bookmark, placed it between the pages, closed the book, and set it on the end table before getting to his feet.
He moved around the room, first checking his front door to find it was securely locked, as was the back door in his kitchen. The doors to the courtyard garden terrace he shared with his brother, were open. The courtyard was completely enclosed, the iron gates locked...
Hum...perhaps he had better go check them, he thought as he left the kitchen, just on the off chance...He went through the open terrace doors into the warm, humid night, a slight breeze blowing up. Seeing nothing as he looked around, noticing the light coming from his brother's apartment, he moved to check the two gates
Finding them secured, he returned to his own apartment. 'Must have been my imagination,' he thought, going back to the couch. Picking up his nearly empty wine glass, he went to the sideboard for a refill. He had just set the bottle down when the feeling came again, stronger this time. His hand went to the holster hanging from a hook close to hand, drawing and aiming it with deadly accuracy as his turn completed.
An amused chuckle sounded. "Well done," he said, his voice deep. "So," a pause as he stepped into the light, looking at him. He saw an absolutely, stunningly handsome young man. Midnight hair, slightly long, the ends curling against his neck and at the edges of the green velvet robe he wore over pajama bottoms.
The face...was nearly alabaster in color, though slightly tanned by his time in the Aquarian sun, smoothly rounded, his jaw clean-shaven, and the most gorgeous emerald green eyes. His body was just-- That thought broke off, finding suddenly as he allowed his eyes to move over him, that he wanted that body beneath him, taking his pleasure of it in the most wonderful, sinfully delicious way, pleasuring him in return.
"You would be Lt. Hadrain Peverell Potter," he said in a suddenly very cold, deadly tone, all amusement gone.
Harry arched a brow, seeing how this stranger's eyes had moved over him...saw the flare of lust, and felt the most unexpected reaction within his own body. "I am," he answered arm steady, laser pistol dead center to that large, muscular chest, his finger on the trigger.
He allowed his own eyes to move over this man, saw feet encased his black leather boots, tight black jeans tucked into the boots, molding his legs, thighs, and...His eyes moved quickly away from that bulge to lean hips, a flat, taut stomach, and washboard abs beneath a black silk shirt, the first few buttons left undone beneath the leather vest, showing him dark chest hair.
His face once he reached it again, was very handsome. Deeply tanned, angular, almost autocratic, jaw shadowed with the beginnings of an evening beard. His hair was a rich, dark sable brown, cut and shaped to accentuate his face, its ends curling against his neck. His eyes lifted just a bit more to meet those sherry brown eyes...holding them.
"And you would be?" he asked.
"So you like what you see?" he asked, his cold voice suddenly going husky, apparently not at all bothered to have a laser pointed at his chest as he took a few more steps into the room.
Suddenly, as dangerous as this man seemed to be, Harry got the sense that he himself was in no real danger as of yet. Lowering his arm, he turned to re-holster his weapon and pick up his wine glass, turning back to him as he sipped. "Did you?" he asked lightly, though from his expression he obviously had. "You still haven't told me who you are." He sipped once again, eyes fixed once again on his face.
He chuckled as he moved closer still. "Rabastan Archer Lestrange. You have, I am quite sure, heard of me, and I am suddenly finding I would like nothing better than to take you down onto this nice, comfortable-looking couch and fuck you senseless."
"Well, THAT will not be happening," he told him even though he felt his own body reacting to his words. He wanted to swear, loud and virulently. "So, Rabastan Archer Lestrange," he drank deeply, "to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"
His brow shot up at the so-calm question, and he grinned. "You're not afraid of me."
"No, I'm not. Now, Terminator, how about you tell me why you have come? I would really like to get back to my book sometime tonight."
Surprise flickered through those gorgeous, sherry eyes, and he had to chuckle. "Oh, you going to be so much fun to play with. I like it when they think they aren't afraid of me because then I get to prove them wrong. As for what I want...I've already told you what I want, but as you obviously are not ready to give yourself to me, I will just have to settle for giving you a warning." He took two more steps, his voice dropping to a deadly growl. "Drop your case against Tom Riddle, or suffer the consequences."
Harry laughed. With his head thrown back, he didn't see the shock in those sherry eyes. When he had finally calmed himself, he spoke. "Not going to happen. We are not going to stop until he is in Colonial custody. More than enough innocent people have been hurt...have been killed by that madman you work for."
"Ah, what a shame then, as you will leave me no choice but to kill you, beautiful, and oh, what a shameful waste that will be." He took the last two steps, bringing him close enough to smell him. "But before I DO kill you," he told him softly, his head bending so that his lips were merely inched from Harry's, "I will fuck you...I'll have you screaming with the most intense orgasm you have ever had. Then I will slit your throat.'
"That sure of yourself are you?" he asked. Fuck! Did he really sound that breathless, husky? "Well, no matter. Try your best, Rabastan. I'm more than a match for you."
"ARE you? Well, we'll see about that, won't we? I'll be seeing you soon, lovely."
Without another word, Rabastan Archer Lestrange turned and sauntered out of his apartment, leaving it as silently as he had come. Slowly, once he was sure he was gone, Harry sank weakly into a chair, drawing in a slow, deep breath, then releasing it as his head dropped into his suddenly shaking hands.
What the HELL was he thinking? He couldn't be attracted to that damn Terminator. That man was his enemy, he also worked for the very man he had come to take down...the man who had so brutally murdered his parents and left him and his beloved brother for--
"Oh, FUCK!" he gasped suddenly. Roark. Jumping to his feet, he ran from his apartment for his brothers.
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