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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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It was very late when Roark finally returned to his apartment, after seeing Harry to his door. His brother had hugged him tightly, ordering him to take a sleeping potion or a couple of the pills, he didn't care which, he just wanted him to take one.
"You need to sleep," he had said with a look of worry. "I'll come wake you in time to take a shower before we head to the Spaceport."
"Fine," he had grumbled.
After his door slid closed behind him, he leaned back against it, his eyes closing as his head fell back. A deep sigh sounded as he thought, 'Bright Lords of Kobol! What a fucking, horrible night this had turned into.' Two more raids after they had taken down that drug den on Wahren, two pitched battles with Riddles security teams, as well as several Terminators that were now guarding the properties and businesses. There had been death on both sides, mainly Riddle's people, and three Garrison warriors.
It was during the last raid of an illegal gambling hall that had popped up seemingly overnight, that things had gone wrong. Both Tyler and Desmond had been injured, Desmond taking a laser bolt to his left shoulder, while Tyler had taken two hits. One to his left leg, the other a graze along the right side of his chest, along the ribs.
Severus had sent them all home after informing them that the injuries were not serious and that in a few days, both would be good as new. He had also decided that both would be remaining overnight in the Aquarian Life Center for observation, both having been given pain meds and then had been sedated so that they would sleep.
Roark now also realized what being overwhelmed by emotions, especially as they were not entirely HIS emotions that he had been swamped with when the two had gone down.
"Rodolphus," he murmured, his head lifting and his eyes opened, watching him come across the living area from the glass doors.
"You were a very busy boy tonight, weren't you?" he asked him softly, amusement clear in his tone. "I trust that Captain Desmond and Major Tyler will be alright?"
"Severus says they'll be fine, though neither of them will be going on any future raids for a couple of sectons {weeks}. Severus had them so doped up on pain meds and sedatives," a brief smile. "He sent us home as the two were quite loopy and very sleepy."
"I'm sure they were."
"You and Rabastan were there? I thought I heard Bellatrix's insane cackling during the most pitched part of the fighting."
A snort sounded at the mention of his crazy wife. "We were there." He told him, eyes studying his face. His hand lifted, brushing strands of hair out of his eye. "He's with Harry, and yes, that insane bitch was there. She was the one who shot Tyler. Lucky he moved when he did, or he would have been dead."
Roark's face went pale, and he nodded. He looked up into sherry eyes, thinking he looked... "You really shouldn't be here," he murmured, stopping THAT thought before it had completely materialized. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to push away from the door and step into his arms, feel them close around him. "Any more than Rabastan should be with Harry."
"No, we shouldn't be," he agreed softly, "but I just couldn't stay away any longer. I could no more stop coming here tonight than we can stop the sun from rising. "I can go if you like--" he turned to begin to move away.
"NO!" he reached out to catch his wrist. "No. Please, Rodolphus, stay." GODS! he sounded so desperate. "I have a bare minimum of understanding about what is actually happening to me. For the first time all night, I actually feel calm. Safe. I NEED you, Dolph."
"Just as I have come to need you," he replied as he stepped into him, bending his head to brush his lips over Roark's. "I know that we agreed on just that one night, but I just can't stay away from you any longer. Kobol knows that I've tried, but these last few sectons {week} have been sheer hell. I just can't stay away from you any longer."
"I know," came softly as he settled against him, his head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "It's been hell on me too."
"When I saw you tonight, laser in your hand, an unreadable, but very determined look on your face...I knew there was no way in hell I could stay away from you. One night is just not going to be enough. I want you much too badly."
Roark lifted his head. "No, that one night is not going to be anywhere near enough." He pulled back, looking up into his face, lifting his lips to his. "BED, Rodolphus. Now."
He just couldn't help it. He laughed. It had been so very long since he had laughed like this. Once he had himself back under control, he drew Roark against him. "Demanding little thing, aren't you?" came his amusement rich voice.
"That I am," he replied with a chuckle of his own, "but then, you aren't much better. If I remember our one night together as well as I know you do, you were a VERY demanding devil," he lay his hands flat to his chest, lifting himself up to press his lips to Rodolphus'.
As the kiss grew deeper, more passionate, he began to back them toward his bedroom, fingers setting to work in the buttons of his black silk shirt after he had dealt with the ties to the leather vest.
"Devil," he said huskily, "I like that," he went on, then gave a soft moan as cool fingers slipped inside his opened shirt to sift through the dark hair there as they moved up his chest, finding his nipples. "We will be lovers after tonight, Roark," he told him, wrapping his arms around him. "You will be mine...and mine alone. If anyone even THINKS about attempting to take you from me, they will regret it."
"Will they?" he breathed, his own tone husky. "My, how...possessive you are," he pressed his lips to his chest, nipping at his skin. "I like that. Very, VERY much."
"I am not a good man, Roark. There is a lot of darkness within me. Darkness that will never go away. I'm violent. Deadly. But I always protect what is mine. You say I'm possessive? Let me show you just how possessive I am."
Bending his head, he took his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Roark's lips parted immediately as they both gave deep moans, tongues meeting in a duel for dominance, which Rodolphus easily won. They fell back onto the bed, hands moving each other, removing, then throwing the clothing away from them, to land somewhere on the carpeted floor.
Between one kiss and the next, Rodolphus had himself well lubed and with a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in Roark's so hot, tight heat. Roark arched, giving a soft cry at that burning entry. Rodolphus paused only long enough for Roark to become used to him within him before he began to move. Withdrawing, thrusting...again...and again. Their passion for each other flared hotly as his thrusts came faster, harder, seemingly deeper, pushing them toward their orgasms.
He was taken. He was possessed. He was OWNED. The thrusts in and out of him were so powerful, so very deep. Gasps. Moans. Grunts as they moved ever closer toward their orgasms, their bodies growing tighter as their release approached...until FINALLY, it hit. Slamming into them, making them cry out, bodies freezing, Roark felt Rodolphus's release flood him even as he released between their tightly pressed bodies.
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