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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 finally reached his apartment, glad he had walked it, though it took over a centar {hour}, it had served to clear his head, allowing him to think a bit more clearly. There had been something about Ardyn's behavior after they had entered his house that had begun to set off all of his warning instincts, but what it had been he still was not able the figure out, no matter how much he thought about it.
Securing his door, he headed through the dark apartment to his bathroom. A long, hot shower was what he needed. Though not normally one that the cold bothered much, he now had a chill. "Lights low."
Yes, he thought as the lights came on, moving to the tub to start the water. A nice, long, hot shower, a cup of tea before the fireplace. Hum...there was a new, beautiful garden cross stitch he wanted to get his hands on, though he still had five others he was working on.
He was tense, he realized as he undressed, had been since arriving at the Aquarian. Stepping into the tub, he groaned as he stepped into the hot water. Oh yes, just what he needed...
Nearly a centar {hour} later he shut off the water and stepped out, feeling physically refreshed, his mind almost completely clear, though his emotional and mental thoughts were still a mess, and he knew those wouldn't get straightened out until Ethan got here and he could talk to him.
Drying himself off, he reached for and pulled his robe from the hook beside the door., which opened at his approach. Pulling the soft sapphire blue velour on over his naked body, he headed down the hall. It was as he was passing his bedroom, tying the tie of the robe closed when the feeling hit.
He went still, freezing in mid-step. His heart seemed to have a mind all of its own as it began to pick up its beat, and he recognized the feeling that he had only ever felt around one person, his blood beginning to race through his veins, his body heating as desire suddenly flared to life.
"Do you intend to stand in the hallway all night, Roark?" came the usual, matter-of-fact tightly controlled, cool tone.
Taking a breath to hopefully slow his heartbeat, he moved down the hall to enter the main living area of his apartment. He was standing before the fireplace, adding wood to the fire he had started to take the chill out of the room. Not that Roark noticed. He was, he saw dressed as he had been earlier, though the black vest was, to his surprise, hanging open to give him a glimpse of several knives.
"I'd ask you how you got in when I know damn well I activated that security alarm," he arched a brow as he looked at him, "but that would be a completely useless endeavor, wouldn't it?"
"Indeed," came his answer, watching as Roark's eyes moved over him, knowing exactly what he was looking for, and smirked. "There are also knives at each wrist, in each of my boots, and one at the center of my back, its hilt downward so I can pull it as necessary.
Roark's eyes rose, meeting Rodolphus' sherry, a dark brow going up. "Well," he began, "that's unusual," he said, feeling like his nerves were tingling as if he had been zapped by Harry's lightning, the closer he got to him.
Rodulphus arched a brow. "How so?"
"Unless I am very much mistaken, that is amusement I hear in your voice."
There was a soft, but deep chuckle from him. "That is entirely possible," he told him as he turned to pick up two tumblers. "Drink?"
Roark drew his hands out of the pockets of his robe, stepping closer to him to take the glass. Their fingers brushed, and this time Roark was not at all surprised by the flare of intense desire that rocked through him. Raising the glass, he sipped and saw how Rodolphus' eyes slowly moved over him, before returning to meet his eyes, the sherry eyes now darkened by his desire.
"Um...brandy. Ardyn gave me whiskey, knowing full well that I never drink anything but a light wine. It didn't take me long to realize that he intended to try to seduce me, especially after he kissed me." He sipped, his eyes never leaving Rodolphus' very handsome face. "Is that your intent tonight, Rodolphus?"
He frowned deeply, an unnamed emotion flickering through his eyes. "I am NOT Ardyn, Roark, and if I was going to seduce you, I certainly would not need alcohol to do it."
"No," he said, bending slightly to set the glass on the coffee table, "that you are not, nor would I ever dare to suggest that you were." He moved to the fireplace, holding out his hands to the flames, suddenly becoming very lost in the chaos of his thoughts.
There was silence as Rodolphus drank from his glass, watching him. As if unable to stop himself, he reached out, brushing the backs of his fingers over his cheek. "Where are you, Roark, and what are you thinking on so hard?"
"I don't like what he has become. He's changed so much from when he was my grandfather's Strike Commander. I can't put a finger on it, but...I don't trust him like I used to," he said, turning his head to look at him. "Yet you, a Terminator, one that works as the right hand to the very man that murdered my parents, tried to kill me and my brother. One who has been contracted to kill me by that very same man, I find not only liking but TRUSTING."
He turned then to face him, taking a step closer, feeling this sudden, deeply intense desire to be close to him, drawn to him in a way that he had never before been drawn to another. "Just who the HELL are you, Rodolphus Declan Lestrange?" he demanded, his silver eyes searching the sherry, looking for...he didn't know what he was looking for. "Why do I find myself not only liking you but TRUSTING you?" Wanting you, he thought.
"Perhaps it's because you know I will never lie to you, which is more than I can say for the Captain. HE has been lying to you from the moment you stepped off that shuttle."
"Hum...very true that," he returned, his eyes still studying his face, searching. "So, Rodolphus, why have you come here tonight?" came the soft question, his breath giving a hitch when he took a step closer.
"I came with the intent of giving you another warning, to issue a stronger threat than the first one I gave you," he answered, seeing the intensity of his building desire...of something else, something he knew he would not like once he figured out what it was he was seeing.
"Did you? Now you don't?" came the question, his voice taking on a deep, husky tone. GODS, did he really sound that breathless?
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