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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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The brothers were in the process of turning when they heard the rapidly approaching footsteps. "Rodolphus, I want a word with you!" was all but snarled at him as soon as he stepped into the alleyway they were in.
Harry immediately reached out to snag Rabastan's wrist, yanking the surprised man away. "We're going to have ourselves a nice little discussion right over here."
Rodolphus quickly composed himself, face closing down, expression clearing from his face as he looked at the absolutely gorgeous, furious young man before him. "You're here. I'm here. Talk."
"Just what did Tristyn mean by you not being what you seemed to be?" he demanded.
He gave him a shrug, obviously not planning to answer that question any time soon. A sound of frustration as Roark ran his fingers threw his hair. "You know what he meant, otherwise you wouldn't have spoken with him for as long as you did."
His sable brow arched, amusement slowly beginning to light his eyes, as a smile began to twist the full, sensual lips. "DO I?" he drawled the question as he took a couple of steps closer to him. "Prove it,"
Another, even deeper growl, frustration mounting, as a few of the lights spread out around the walkway supplying just enough light, began to flicker alarmingly. "I can't," came his clipped response, "And you know damn well that I can't,!" He whirled then, stabbing a finger into his chest. "But once I get ahold of those disks--"
"Disks? What disks? " Severus had mentioned a disk too, and hinted that it contained information on him and Rabastan.
Information that neither of them wanted known. To ANYONE.
Lips quirked. "He made disks. Two of them, to be precise. One on the identity of our leak, and the other one on you and your brother. I'm not going to let you get away with this, Rodolphus."
He was going to say something else, but then he received a very intense feeling of lust...of something else, but what that something could be, he couldn't tell. He turned toward the source and saw that Harry had put his hands flat against Rabaatan's chest and was now pushing him back against the brick wall, even as Rabastan grabbed hold of Harry's wrists, yanked him against him, turning them both quickly so that Harry's back was to the wall instead, his head bending.
"I'm not going to let you...EITHER of you, get away with any of this. As soon as I'm issued a warrant, I'll be arresting you both."
A chuckle, "You could try..." Then he sobered as he looked at him. "You know god-dammed well that Rabastan and I did not kill Tristyn. We kill by contract only, and he was not our contract. You, Lt. Roark, and your brother are our targets." He gave a shrug then. "It's not much of a loss, either way."
"NOT MUCH--Gods damn you, Rodolphus Lestrange!" he snarled, suddenly furious all over again. "He was A LIFE! He had a family who loved him! Friends that cared about him! How in the nine HELLS can you be so blase about his death?!" he demanded, glancing over at Harry to see him poking a finger into Rabastan's chest, who was shaking his head, distinctly amused.
Returning his attention back to Rodolphus, he was just in time to see several different emotions reflected in his sherry eyes before they were all quickly hidden and shut down behind that dark, icily deadly expression.
"You live. You die. It is a fact of life you had best get used to, Roark Peverell Potter.," he said, his voice holding a strange connotation.
'So,' he thought, 'he's not nearly as unaffected as he would like for me to think that he is.' "If you didn't kill him, then who did? You and your brother were seen talking to him."
"Sorry, Lt., can't help you there. It's your job to find out who killed him, not mine, and yes, Rabastan and I did talk to him."
"About what?" he demanded, glancing back at his brother again when he received a feeling he had never before received from him and was surprised to see that Rabastan had him pressed back against the brick wall, kissing him deeply.
He heard a soft chuckle and turned his attention back to Rodolphus. "Well, it looks like Rabastan has decided he's not going to wait any longer to claim what he wants. As for Lt. Tristyn, we had warned him about looking into things that were none of his concern. If you really want to know who killed him, and killed Major Kale, I suggest you look a little closer to home."
"You're talking about the one leak we haven't been able to find."
A shrug as he turned to go, but paused. looking back at him. "One more thing. Don't think for one micron{ second}, that your personal investigation into me...into US, has gone unnoticed."
A dark brow arched, a smile turning up his lips. "And who said anything about wanting it to go unnoticed, Rodolphus? There is, by the way, something I have been meaning to ask you."
Rodolphus tilted his head, clearly waiting.
"Why do you stay married to a woman you so obviously hate?"
Roark felt a flare of surprise from him, right along with a second, much stronger feeling of...Was that desire? Lust? He was no longer surprised by his own body's reaction to the things he felt coming from him, but just as suddenly as they had flared they were gone. Cut off completely.
"I would very strongly suggest, Lieutenant," came in that all too icy, all too dead tone, " that you stop looking into things that are none of your concern. Stop looking into my past before you find something I will have to kill you for. As for Bellatrix...HER I will deal with in my own time and in my own way when I am damn good and ready too."
Roark laughed. "Oh, Dolph," he shook his head as he brought himself under control, seeing the surprise in his eyes at the shortening of his name. "You're already going to kill me. What difference does it make if I should happen to find something you don't want me to, hum?"
That asked, Roark turned and walked away before Rodolphus could respond. This time he had gotten the last word in, and man...had it felt good.
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A RUMOR OF PEACE