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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 reached out for him, arms slipping around his waist to draw him closer to him until, at last, their bodies came into contact. They both gave soft groans, Rodolphus bending to brush his lips over Roark's, which parted immediately on a gasp, a flare of intense desire flaring throughout his body that had NOTHING to do with his magical ability.
"Now," he growled, "all I find myself wanting to do is fuck you senseless, as I have no doubt my brother is doing to yours, as we speak," he went on, taking advantage of his gasp to take his lips completely, tongue invading, delving deeply.
Conquering.
Possessing.
Thoroughly exploring that hot wet place he had so badly wanted to since they had met. Roark pressed himself closer, his hands coming up, sliding under the black leather vest over his broad, muscular chest to fist in his shirt. His eyes slipped closed as Rodolphus slid a hand around the back of his neck, the arm around his waist tightening, drawing him flush against him.
THAT was when he realized what it was he had seen in Roark's eyes. Pulling out of the kiss, Rodolphus raised his head fractionally, his breathing as fast as Roark's was. "Roark, look at me," he demanded, his voice huskier, made deeper than normal because of his lust.
Roark opened his eyes, meeting those lust-darkened sherry eyes, reading his passion, his lust, as much as he was feeling it in the hard length of his cock pressing against him. "Rodolphus," he breathed, arms now lifting to circle his neck, sensing that something seemed to be a bit off with his reaction, but...his lips already parting for the next kiss.
"No," he breathed, fingers slipping under his chin to lift his face, eyes searching...feeling his anger began to stir as he found what he was looking for. "FUCK!" he swore harshly. "That son of a BITCH! He DRUGGED you!"
Roark blinked. "What?" came the shocked question. "Are you sure? I don't feel drugged. How do you know?"
"Your eyes, number one. Two, as much as I want to believe that THIS," he slid his hand down to rub over the hard ridge now tenting his robe, "is solely because of me--"
He gave a sharp gasp, followed by a deep moan full of pleasure as his hand rubbed, then wrapped around him, sending bolts of lightning through him. "Let me guess. An aphrodisiac." He leaned up to press his lips to the throat bared to him, nipping his way over his jaw, then finding his ear lobe.
Now it was Rodolphus' turn to moan, his breath catching in his throat. "Without knowing exactly what he gave you...but given the reactions I'm seeing? Yeah, I'd say he gave you an aphrodisiac and, a strong one at that. Riddle has developed a new one, with a strong pleasure enhancer added to it, and a few other things as well. Its main purpose was to cloud the mind, lowering one's inhibitions so that they didn't fight what was being done to them, followed by several centons {hours} of the most intense, pleasure-enhanced fucking one could only wish for. Despite the true wishes of the one that it had been given to. The perfect date rape drug. He's just started distributing it to his Pleasure Houses. For his customer's pleasure, of course"
"Um...the whiskey..." he breathed then, fingers moving to the buttons of his black silk shirt, beginning to undo them. "Well, I didn't drink all that much of it--"
"Doesn't matter," Rodolphus told him, hands coming up to cover his, stopping him from completing his task. "It doesn't take much. It's extremely powerful, and given he mixed it with liquor...There is enough in your system to cloud your judgment, and despite the man that I am, I refuse to take advantage of that."
"My judgment isn't clouded, Rodolphus," he said as he pulled his hands free of his hold. "I admit, when I left Ardyn's, my mind DID feel clouded like I wanted...NEEDED to go back in there, and let him do whatever he wanted to."
"So why didn't you?"
His brow wrinkled. "You know, I'm not sure. There was this little voice in my head...warning me that something was off...wrong. I knew that if I stayed at Ardyn's, I'd have ended up in his bed, or--" he broke off. 'Or dead more like,' came the unexpected thought.
He wasn't sure where that thought came from but once it had surfaced...there was a very small part of him that knew that was exactly what would have eventually happened. He lowered his head to try to hide his expression, shaking it as if to rid himself of the thought.
"No, Roark. He hasn't shown any inclination of wanting to kill you. Seduce you? Yes. Fuck you? Yes, again. But kill you? No. Not yet, anyway. You're not even sure that he's your biggest leak yet."
"Actually, we are, we just haven't got the proof we need to do anything about it. And as true as the rest may be--" he broke off, shaking his head again. "Can we not talk about Ardyn, right now?" he asked, fingers returning to the buttons of his shirt, working to free them from their holes.
"Roark--"
"Hush," he grinned up at him, eyes beginning to sparkle, "there is something else I would MUCH rather be doing with you right now."
"Indeed. And what would that be, Mr. Peverell Potter?" he asked, though he already knew the answer as Roark's hands, now finished with the task of his shirt buttons, slid up his bared chest, fingers tangling in the soft, dark hair that covered him, giving a gasp when they found his pebbled nipples.
"You said," he began, hands moving up over his shoulders, then down his arms, pushing both shirt and vest down as he went, "that you wanted to fuck me senseless. Do you still?"
By way of an answer, Rodolphus wrapped his arms around him, pulling him flush against him, and lowering his head to take his lips in a hard, deeply passionate kiss. Roark moaned, his arms sliding up once again to circle his neck, lips parting, tongue moving to meet the one thrusting into his mouth, to duel with it.
He felt himself being lowered until he lay spread out on the large, heavy mahogany coffee table that sat before the fireplace, breaking off the kiss to nibble a sensuous path over jaw, to his neck.
Roark tilted his head to give him more room as he leaned in over him, gasping sharply when Rodolphus nipped at a particularly sensitive spot where neck and shoulder met, then closed his lips over it, sucking hard enough that Roark knew there would be a mark there come the morning.
He also decided that he didn't care. He had NEVER wanted something, or SOMEONE as bad as he wanted Rodolphus Lestrange at this moment, and come hell, or come high water, he intended to have him.
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