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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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Faint fingers of dawn light were creeping into the room through the closed blinds over the double glass that led to the terrace when he felt the bed shifting, rousing him from his light sleep. "Dolph?" he breathed on a yawn.
"Sh..." warm lips pressed to his brow. "I have to go before it gets any lighter. Go back to sleep, love."
Roark shook his head. "Um..." he glanced over at his bedside clock. "Can't. Got to get to the Spaceport," he sat up, eyes following his naked lover around the room as he picked up his clothing, then got dressed, "Rodolphus, do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?"
Rodolphus paused in dressing, looking at him with a quirk of his lips. "Not particularly. Never really ever considered myself all that handsome truth tell." Then his brow arched. "Spaceport for what reason?"
"The Military shuttle from Caprica." He yawned again, running a hand through his hair.
"They sent you help?" he asked as he finished dressing. He moved back to the bed, buckling his gun belt on. "Be careful," he told him, bending to brush a kiss to his lips. "Just because I have the lone contract on you, that doesn't mean some enterprising, adventuress Terminator looking to get into Riddle's good graces, won't try for you."
"I know, and as I am sure you're already aware, several have already tried. Don't worry, I'll be careful."
A soft chuckle sounded. "As a matter of fact...and the young fools have been dealt with. Riddle didn't care that they tried, it was that they failed. I had the immense pleasure of dealing with the few that tried myself."
Now it was Roark's turn to chuckle. "Of course you did. Ah well, a few less Terminators to deal with later," he watched him move to the terrace door. "Dolph."
Rodolphus paused in opening the double glass doors, looking back at him, seeing the worry in his silver gaze. He really did like how he shortened his name. "Don't worry, babe. I'm not about to get careless now."
"See that you don't, Mr. Lestrange," he said, slipping from the bed and crossing to him, smiling as his lover's eyes moved over his naked body, darkening a bit with lust. Laying his hands on his chest, he leaned up to kiss him. "I DO love you, Rodolphus."
Lifting a hand, fingers sliding over the fresh bruise where neck met shoulder. "As I love you," he breathed, taking his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
Mere microns {seconds} later, he broke the kiss and slipped out the door, meeting his grinning brother, who waited patiently in the shadows near the gated walkway out of the garden terrace the Peverell Potter brothers shared.
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"Well, FUCK!" he swore sharply, glancing down at his watch as they hurried down the tree-,,lined walkway toward the Spaceport, earning him a chuckle from his brother.
They were running very late because, despite themselves, they had both crawled back into their beds after their lovers had left them, grabbed the pillows the two had used, wrapped their blankets around themselves, and gone back to sleep.
He had woken almost a centar {hour} and a half later to Harry yelling his name as he came running into his bedroom. Instead of the nice long soak in his tub that he had planned, he had had barely enough time for a quick wash, brush his teeth, run a comb through his hair, and then throw on a clean uniform. He had paused only briefly, hand raising to brush fingers over the mark on his neck, a smile curving his lips, a half-dazed expression in his eyes as he remembered how it had gotten there
"I have a couple on me as well," Harry had said, the same expression in his eyes, "Better hurry, brother," he told him, handing him his weapons belt, "We're going to be late as it is."
Finally, they reached the main offices of the Spaceport Authority, halting outside the door. They each took a moment to draw in several deep breaths to calm their breathing, both reaching up to run fingers through their hair. Roark's soft, silky hair fell back into the places he wanted it to, but Harry's...well, Harry's hair was just like his father's, and he found himself chuckling as Harry growled his frustration.
"May as well admit it, Harry, your hair is never going to lie flat."
A snort sounded from him. "All too true. I think I better ask Alexei to give me another haircut. But not today. We don't have any time today. Let's get inside. They've probably already landed."
They stepped closer to the door and it slid open, to allow them to enter, Roark first, followed immediately by Harry, the calm, cool, collected warriors that they were supposed to be. NOT! So...oo not.
The man sitting behind the desk looked up, and they both saw the shock that flashed through his eyes as they entered. There was something else there, something neither could identify. His eyes ran over them both, the amber eyes lighting in a way Roark immediately recognized
A deep sigh. 'Oh, HELL,' Roark thought with an exasperated frown curving his brow, 'here we go again.' He looked over at Harry to see if he had noticed. He had, and was no more happy about it than he was.
"Good morning, Officer's," the Port Authority Manager said, lifting his eyes to their faces as a slow grin lifted his lips. "How can I help you?"
'By not looking at us as if you want to eat us,' Roark thought, not in any mood to deal with moron's today, and by Harry's expression, neither was he. The nameplate on the desk read 'Roderick Haskins, Spaceport Authority Manager'.
"Lieutenant's Hadrian and Roark Peverell Potter, Colonial Counter-Intelligence." He was almost surprised his voice sounded as calm, cool, and collected as it did, as he felt none of those things. His anger was stirring. "We're expecting several Officer's off today's Military shuttle from Caprica. Has it arrived?"
"Not that I'm aware of," he answered. "They were running a bit late," he said, his eyes moving over them once again, his look making Roark anger begin to flare.
"When is the shuttle due, Haskins?" Harry snapped in a suddenly harsh tone, seeing, AND feeling his brother's anger flaring, his silver eyes lighting with his inner fire. NOT, mind, that he was any better. He hated how this man was looking at Roark...at HIM.
Roderick Haskins looked at his computer screen, thinking that he couldn't WAIT to tell Tom that the Peverell Potter brats were receiving help from Caprica. Counter-Intelligence Officer's, at that, from the look of the names on the passenger manifest.
"Looks like they've just landed and will be taxiing into Hanger Bay 1 in a few moments." He looked away from his monitor to look back at them. Gods, they really WERE as stunningly gorgeous as he had heard they were.
"So...oo," he began, leaning forward over his desk, his tone trying to sound seductive, but failing spectacularly, "What are two stunningly gorgeous men like you doing in the Colonial Military Service? Surely there are MUCH better jobs the two of you could be doing?" 'Like working in one of Tom's Pleasure Houses,' came the thought.
Fury flared fast and hot in them, and Roark felt his temper snap. Slamming both hands down onto the desk before him, he leaned forward to snarl harshly, hands scorching the desk where they landed. "We are, first and foremost, Officer's in the Colonial Counter-Intelligence Unit! Our ages, nor our looks matter one bit! Should I EVER hear you make such comments again, I will personally see you arrested AND brought up on charges of sexual harassment!!"
: Roark. : The voice that came into his mind was soft, and because of the fury that burned in him, barely recognizable. : Rory, come on now, you need to calm down. : He didn't know where it came from, but as it came a second time, he thought he DID recognize it as a feeling of calm reassurance, almost like the mental hugs he got from Harry all the time, though THIS was not Harry.
The effect was, however, instantaneous, and he calmed, his nearly out of control magic beginning to settle with him. : There. That's much better, isn't it? You can think more clearly again, and I WILL want to know how the HELL you got this out of balance. :
: Ethan. : He sighed in relief. Then, as an after thought. : Still want to fry him. :
A warm chuckle. : Very good, little one, : he told him, his tone rich with amusement, giving him a mental hug. : No setting anyone on fire, Rory, no matter how much they may deserve it. Hum...mmm. It looks like you and I have a GREAT deal to discuss. Now, how about you finish dealing with the idiot. :
"Have I made myself very clear, Port Manager Haskins?" he asked in a far calmer, if cold tone.
"Ye...ye...yes, Sir," he said as he swallowed, his eyes shifting past him. He hadn't known they were THAT powerful, and he was sure Tom had no idea or he would have warned anyone likely to come in contact with them.
"GOOD. Now," he drew himself up, "I'm quite sure you won't mind terribly if we wait out on the tarmac for out party. DO have a pleasant word day," he turned, a much calmer Harry turning with him, only for them both to freeze.
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A RUMOR OF PEACE