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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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As he headed back to where Ardyn stood, he felt those eyes boring into his back, and that was when he realized that his brother and Rabastan were nowhere to be seen. He had a sudden feeling that Harry--
"There you are, Rory. Where did you do?" he asked as he looked around, a frown suddenly appearing. "Where did Severus and Harry go?"
"They decided to head on home as there was nothing else to be done here. Rodolphus."
"He's here?" he asked, beginning to look around again as he slipped an arm around him. "You spoke to him, then?"
A nod as an unexpected feeling of warning, of very intense dislike overwhelmed his senses. Feelings that he knew were not coming from him as he allowed himself to be turned, and led over to where Ardyn had parked his air car. "He told me that neither he nor Rabastan killed Tristyn," he told him as he opened the door for him to get in.
Going around to the driver's side, he gave instructions to the car, then turned his attention to Roark, feeling excitement begin to thrum through him at the prospect of finally having him alone. "I didn't know you had this," Roark said as he looked at him.
"I don't use it as often as I probably should. Like you and the others, as every place I need to go is located within walking distance, I prefer to walk. My doctor says walking was better for my leg anyway. Do you believe him?"
The car began to move through the traffic on the road. "Surprisingly, I do," he answered, noting the way he had ordered the car to go. "Your place?"
"Do you mind?" he asked. "I think we need to talk about what to do next."
"No," he murmured, head falling back against the headrest, eyes closing, becoming aware of a feeling of very intense worry.
For him.
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They were pulling at each other's clothing as they entered Harry's dark apartment. As his scarlet leather jacket hit the floor, it was immediately followed by the clunk of Rabastan's leather vest, fingers already setting to work on each other's shirts, the door sliding closed behind them.
Suddenly, Harry found himself pushed back against that door, his already kiss-bruised lips being taken again, this kiss as passionate as the others had been. He moaned, their shirts falling open. Shirts were pushed down their arms as Rabastan thrust his tongue into the hot, wet space that was Harry's mouth, thoroughly exploring.
Then it was Rabastan's turn to moan as Harry's hands rose, settled against his chest, and began to explore the broad, hair-covered expanse, fingers finding the sensitive, taut nubs that were his nipples.
Fingers twinning in midnight hair, the kiss broke, "Rabastan," came breathlessly, as he looked up into passion-darkened, sherry eyes. "Gods," he rasped as Rabastan bent his head, teeth nipping at the sensitive spot where his neck and shoulder met, then sucking. "We really...should not...be doing this," he gasped, feeling his fingers at his uniform pants, his own moving to dark jeans his soon-to-be lover was wearing.
Buttons were undone, zippers lowered, hands sliding behind, the under both underwear and pants to move over tight, taut globes of each other's asses, pushing them down so that they were both, at last naked to the other.
"No," came his answer, "we probably shouldn't, but..." he pulled him away from the door, into his arms, and turned him, walking him toward the leather couch. "I find that I can't stop now. I want you too badly," he told him, taking his lips in yet another hard, passionate kiss as he pushed him down into the couch.
Harry felt the leather, felt Rabastan dropping to his knees between his legs as he pulled out of the kiss, looking down into dark, passion-dazed emerald eyes. "I'm not sure I can be as gentle as you deserve, Harry," he groaned as he felt Harry's hands curving over his ass, kneading, pulling him closer as his legs parted further for him.
"So who asked you to be?" came his breathless question, followed by, when he felt that so hot, so hard thick cock against him. "IN me, Rabastan," he rasped, arching into him, "I need you in me right now."
"Hold on, let me prepare you a bit," he gasped, drawing back a bit to look down at him, sherry eyes moving over the naked body beneath him. "Fuck," he breathed, "you are stunningly gorgeous," he gasped as Harry's hand wrapped around him, began to stroke. "Oh...fuck...yes," he gasped, lifting a hand to silently summon his pants from where they had fallen.
'To hell with backing off,' he thought as he drew a small bottle of lubricant from one of the pockets, shifting closer to Harry as he popped the cap, pouring some of the slick liquid into his hand. He wanted nothing more than to slam himself into him. To take him...possess him...OWN him.
Harry arched with a cry as fingers began to press into him, to move. "Do you," those fingers pulled out, went into him again, and again, "always carry...Oh, FUCK" he cried as those fingers moved, opening him, preparing him, "Oh, YES!" he arched yet again into those moving fingers, pleasure moving through him. "Lubricant with you? For KOBOL'S sake, Bas, I'm ready. Just take me, already!"
Take him he did. Lining himself up, he began to push into that so tight, so hot heat, pulling out only to return, easing deeper...deeper still with his next thrust. He heard his gasping, his moaning as slowly he filled him. "So, fucking tight," he rasped as he pulled out, only to fill him again, and again, forcing himself to go slow, even when all he wanted to do was just take him, to slam himself deep over and over again.
"Rabastan," came the deep moan, beginning to answer those thrusts into him, his hands on that taut, flexing ass as he moved in him, his so big, so hot, rock-hard cock thrusting in and out of him. "Rabastan...PLEASE!"
Giving in to that demand, Rabastan began to pound into him, taking him hard, taking his deep, feeling him move with him, arching his hips into his powerful thrusts. "Yes, there...right there!" came the cry as their breathing quickened, sweat began to develop, beading their foreheads, their chests, rolling over their temples, their gasps, the moans and cries of passion filling the apartment as they both strived to reach orgasm.
Their bodies grew tauter, tensor, Rabastan thrusting so hard, so deep, and Harry moving in answer to him. Then...suddenly, with a powerful, slamming thrust into him, he hit something that had Harry screaming, arching tightly up into him as his body exploded in release, Rabastan following only moments later, throwing his head back and crying out as with one last hard thrust home, he released flooding Harry.
Lowering himself over him, he took his panting lips and felt arms wrap around his neck. "That," he rasped as he broke the kiss, lifting his head just enough to meet those sparkling, shimmering emerald eyes, "was amazing," he rasped.
A slow, sensual smile turned his lips. "It was, wasn't it? Take me to bed, Rabastan. Now that I've had you, I find I want you to fuck me all over again...and again."
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