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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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Rabastan rolled onto his back, taking Harry with him, still buried deeply within him, their bodies slowly coming down from their orgasmic high, relaxing as their heartbeats slowly returned to normal. Rabastan moved his hands soothingly up and down Harry's back, sometimes moving down over taut ass cheeks.
"Alright?" came the soft question, legs shifting as Harry settled against him, making a soft sound as his lovers softened cock slipped from him.
"Um...just great," Harry breathed, lifting his head as he brought his hands up. laying them against his chest and settling his chin on them. His emerald eyes searching the face of his lover. "Just so you know...I'm not letting you go now, Bas. I don't think I can even if I wanted too."
"I know that I can't," he told him, sherry eyes searching the face before him, seeing passion kissed lips, sparkling emerald eyes in a face still flushed from their lovemaking. "There's no going back for either of us now. I don't know what the future will hold for us, but for now, you are mine, and I'm not letting you go."
"Just as you are mine, and I no more want to let you go then you do me." he sat up suddenly, hips slowly moving back and forth, his hardening cock rubbing against Rabastan's swiftly hardening one. "I don't know where this is going either, nor what we're going to do, or what will happen once this case is over. What I DO know is that I don't want to lose you. I don't want to see you imprisoned, or worse, dead."
Rabastan reached up, hands moving over the smooth chest, finding his nipples and pinching them, smiling at the gasp that sounded. "I don't want to lose you either, and as I have no intentions of dying any time soon, OR going to prison...We'll figure it out Harry, and in the end, we will be together."
Harry's brow arched as he lifted to his knees, reaching behind him for that hot, hard, long cock, holding him as he lowered himself onto him. "Bas," he breathed as he took him deep, rocking his hips back and forth, then lifting himself and thrust down. "OH...FUCK!" he said on a long moan.
Rabastan sat up suddenly as Harry continued to move on him, burying his lips in his neck, nipping at the skin, sucking. He rolled them, settling Harry on his back, kneeling between splayed legs, hands lifting hips and thrusting hard, deep, wresting a cry from him.
"GODS!" he cried, hands lifting to wrap around the bars of his headboard as Rabastan thrust powerfully in and out of him. "Rabastan...PLEASE!" he moaned as the pleasure began to build once again. "YES! Take me!"
"MINE!" he growled at him, leaning in to take his lips, settling him onto the bed and coming down completely over him, hips flexing, pumping, slamming himself deeply within that hot, welcoming heat. "Mine, Hadrian James Peverell Potter. "YOU..." thrust, "ARE," another thrust deep into him, "MINE!" he slammed himself into him, holding as he released deeply within him.
"RA...BAS...TAN!" came Harry's cry, arching tightly into him, his own release coming between tightly pressed bodies.
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He lay against him, head resting on his shoulder, their racing heartbeats slowly beginning to slow their frantic beats, though their bodies still thrummed with their so passionate lovemaking.
'No way in HELL is this just sex anymore,' he thought muzzily. Something had changed between them. Shifted. What that shift...that change was he couldn't say, but whatever it was, it was important.
"Are you okay, babe? I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, turning his head to press his lips to the sweaty brow, then to his lips when his head tilted back.
Babe. He liked that. A lot. "Oh yes," he breathed against his lips, stretching himself against him his hand moving up, fingers twining through the hair that covered the broad, muscular chest. "Absolutely wonderful, and no, Rodolphus, you didn't hurt me."
Their eyes met, held. Slowly, his head lowered to take his lips in a deep, sensual kiss. Roark moaned, lips parting, tongues meeting, dueling...retreating, returning to duel again. Eyes closing, hand sliding up around his neck, body sliding against his lovers.
The kiss broke. "Just what," came breathlessly, lifting his head just enough to look down into sparkling silver eyes, "have you done to me, Roark Christopher Peverell Potter?" he asked searching their depths as if looking for something.
"The same thing that you have done to me, Rodolphus Declan Lestrange," he answered him, pushing him back to lie against the pillows, rolling on top of him, his own eyes searching, looking for the same thing Rodolphus had been looking for in his. "What, I wonder, would you say if I were to tell you I think I'm falling very deeply in love with you?"
A startled look flashed through his eyes. "Are you?"
"Yes, Rodolphus," he said, a smile curving his lips at the surprise that now flared. "I do believe that I am." His head lowered to press a kiss to his lips. "You look so startled...so surprised. Does the fact that I could be in love with you really surprise you that much?"
"As a matter of fact, yes...it does. I am a married man, Roark, and granted Bella and I may hate each other, she IS still my wife. What's more, I'm a Terminator. I work for the man you are trying to bring do--" warm fingers pressed against his lips, stopping any further words.
"I know exactly WHO, and WHAT you are, and as for your...WIFE, she can be dealt with eventually. I can see, AND feel what you're trying so hard to hide...to keep hidden beneath that oh so cold, oh so dark, and so deadly exterior you present. YOU, Mr Lestrange, are a hell of a lot more then you let anyone except your brother see. Trystan was right when he said you are nit at all what yoy seem to be."
"Roark," he began, wanting nothing more than to tell him everything, and to HELL with the consequences.
"Hush," he murmured, pressing another kiss to his lips, "it's alright. I know that whatever it is you're hiding, you're doing so because you HAVE to, not because you want too. You will tell me sooner rather than later. I think I may have an idea what it might be, but as what I suspect may not be the truth, I'll say nothing about it, nor will I push for you to tell me."
"Why?"
"Because I trust you. However unlikely it may seem to you, or too Rabastan, Harry and I trust the both of you."
"Perhaps you shouldn't," came his growl as he rolled them until Roark lay on his back, looking up at him. Capturing his hands, lifting them over his head, and locking them in place with a silent spell, legs locking Roark's to the bed. "You know," he said conversationally, "this would be a perfect way to kill you, Lieutenant. Here, in your bed as I fuck you into the mattress," one of his hands slid down to his neck. "Right here," he said softly, eyes one his face, watching his reaction.
"Right here, Roark," he said, "right as you reach your orgasm, clenching so hard around my cock, I could press right here," his fingers pressed against the jugular. "I could kill you with just the right amount of pressure."
"Um...mm, yes, I suppose you could, at that," he told him, looking up into his eyes, holding his gaze as he smiled, "but you won't."
"And just how, Roark Peverell Potter, can you be so sure?" he asked, his tone holding just a bit of desperation.
"Two reason's. Dolph. One, it wouldn't be your style. Oh, I've no doubt you could fuck me, then kill me just as we release, but it would be a knife in the heart, not strangulation. Second...I told you, as much as you hide it, I can still cee into your heart. No matter what your training may be telling you to do, your heart...your soul, your MIND aren't going to allow you too. There is this innate sense of right, of honor buried deeply inside you that only a few have seen. It's what has drawn to you in the first place. It's also a part of why I trust you so much.
He smiled up at him, feeling his hard cock pressing against him. "It's also why I'm not fighting you as you hold me trapped so beneath you, and doubt me not, Rodolphus Lestrange, if I felt truly threatened by you, or felt that I was in danger, I WOULD be fighting you."
"My GOD," he breathed as he settled himself completely against him, legs pushing Roark's further apart, the hand on the mark on his neck slipping under his head, cupping the nape of his neck, then moving slowly down his spine. "I think I love you."
Roark arched up into that hard body now blanketing him, both his wrists still locked by his locking spell to his pillow. For some odd reason he felt completely safe. Protected. "Rodolphus," he breathed, arms moving to try and break the spell. "I have this fantasy."
A slow smile twisted his lips. "Just one?" he asked huskily as he bent to kiss him, positioning himself, and with one hard, powerful thrust, he buried himself in that so hot, still so tight heat of his lover. "I have several," he breathed as he began to move, pulling out before thrusting back into him," all of them concerning you in several scenarios, and several positions," he told him, grunting as he thrust, pulling out, only to thrust again...and again..."This is only one of them," he gave a moan at the same moment as Roark, feeling him arch into him as their pleasure began to build.
"Rodolphus...please," came the gasping, begging tone as he answered those so powerful thrusts in and out of him. "PLEASE..."
"This is only one of them," he gasped, thrusts beginning to come faster, harder. "You," he rasped, "trapped beneath me while I take you, pounding myself deeply into you, taking you with so hard, deep thrusts you feel me within you the next day."
"OH!" he gasped, arching into him to take him deeper if that were possible. "Yes, Rodolphus, take me. So deep. So powerful. I WANT to feel you in me all day tomorrow."
"Trust me, babe, you will," he rasped breathlessly, his eyes so very dark as their pleasure rose higher...higher yet as he thrust.
Hips pumping...flexing as he thrust harder, faster, grinding himself against him with each inward stroke. "Oh yes, Rory," he gasped, breathing fast, catching with his rising pleasure. "That's IT, take me into you," he gasped as Roark legs now lifted alongside his pumping hips, lifting further to wrap around him. "Fuck, babe, you feel so god damned good. So hot, so very tight on me."
"You should...feel it....from my end. OH! OH, YES...SS!" he cried out as a particularly hard thrust found that pleasure spot, striking it over and over, driving his pleasure even higher. "Rodolphus," he moaned, his head moving on the pillows beneath him. "I NEED you. PLEASE!"
"And you will have me," he groaned as he lifted his head to look down into that passion flushed face. "MINE," he growled at him. "Say it, Roark," he demanded of him as his hard, fast, deep thrusts into him shortened, almost slamming into him as their bodies strived for their release. "Tell me! Say you are mine...and mine alone."
"YES, Rodolohus. YES, I am yours, and from this night onward, I will only ever be yours!" he rasped, then gasped sharply as the thrusts within him came shorter...harder...until, finally..."RO...DOLPH...US!" came his cry, his head pressing back into his pillow, his body arching tightly into the hips driving so powerfully into his own.
"Yes..." he moaned, surprised he could still talk given how fast his heart was pounding, short of breath. "Oh, FUCK, Roark, YES!!"
Roark cry of release matched Rodolphus' as their bodied finally splintered, their orgasms rocketing through them, his so hot release flooding the body beneath him.
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