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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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'Well.' he thought as a smile began to curve his lips, 'how about that?' Rodolphus had spent the entire night with him, which he had never before done as it was too dangerous, especially if he was seen by someone who worked for Riddle.
They also hadn't once thought about having sex, but then, he HAD been sedated by those damn sleeping pills. 'But then' he thought, there had been that brief time just after sun up...' Roark entered his bathroom, going immediately to his tub.
They had both woken, but hadn't so much as thought of having sex, they had just lain together, talking softly, until Roark had drifted back to sleep. His guess was that Rodolphus had left sometime after that. As he hung his robe up and stepped under the hot spray of water, a thought hit him.
A relationship.
He was in a relationship with Rodolphus Declan Lestrange. Suddenly, as he began to wash, he remembered a talk he had had with his grandfather. 'Sex Roark is all well and good, and it is a very good way to express how much you want someone, how much they want you in return. But a relationship...A relationship is something entirely different. You will know you are in a true relationship with someone when you can spend a significant amount of time together, simply BEING together. Talking, laughing, asking questions of each other, sharing information on your family, about your friends, what your likes and dislikes are.'
Roark turned off the water, got out of the tub, and reached for the large towel. Well, they hadn't QUITE reached that stage yet, but he knew...once this case was over, they would. Tossing the wet towel into the laundry basket, he moved to the sink to comb his hair and brush his teeth.
Back in his bedroom microns {seconds} later, Roark moved to his closet for a clean uniform, the thought that Rodolphus was still keeping a great deal from him. Things he no doubt felt that he had to, but he knew that eventually he would tell him.
It was as he was dressing that something else came to him, making him pause. He had not sensed when Rodolphus had entered his apartment like he usually did. He wondered, as he pulled on his scarlet jacket and went to the bed for his boots, and his weapons belt, if his new shields and walls he had so painstakingly built up had anything to do with that, or if, just maybe, he recognized Rodolphus as safe.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled on his boots, tightening the three buckles for a comfortable fit, then stood and reached for the weapons belt hanging on the post of the headboard.
It was as he was pulling it on that he heard the sound, and looking down in surprise saw the folded paper tucked between his laser and...
"What the..." he released the buckle, lifting the belt to look closer. Rodolphus had made changes to his weapons belt. There were now three knives in leather sheaths...one rested within the holster, snuggled against his laser, the second would rest at his left hip, while the third...the third would rest against the small of his back, hidden by the scarlet jacket.
Removing the paper from where it rested between knife and laser, he finished buckling his belt into place, thinking that he must have gotten up sometime after he fell asleep to work on this. He was crossing the bedroom as he opened the paper and began to read.
'Good morning, love. You were sleeping so soundly I just didn't have the heart to wake you when I had to leave. As I am sure you have noticed,{ as you are SO observant},' Roark began to chuckle as he thought how amused his lover would have looked. 'I've made a few changes to your weapons belt by adding leather sheaths with three of my personal knives, but don't you worry, I won't miss these as I have others to replace what I have given you.'
Roark gave a snort at that. "Of COURSE you do, darling, what self-respecting Terminator of your caliber wouldn't?" he asked, moving down the hallway, returning his eyes to the paper. 'This way, should you ever lose your laser for any reason, you will have a secondary form of protection. Come home tonight, babe, and as soon as I can I will come to you. I can teach you to use these with devastating effect, and one day they may just save your life. I'm hoping--' he stopped reading suddenly as the handwriting on the paper registered in his mind.
He blinked. Then his eyes went wide in shock as he stared at the writing. It hit him like a punch in the gut as he realized what he was looking at. "This writing!" he gasped. "I KNOW this writing."
Reaching the arch between the hall and living area, he all but ran to his desk, pulling a key as he went to unlock the drawer he kept them in. Yanking it open, he went to the file he needed and pulled it out to slap it on the desk. Opening it, he picked up one of the notes and began to compare the writing.
"Oh, KOBOL!" he gasped, looking from one to the other. "I was...right." he breathed now in disbelief, his mind beginning to race as it processed what it was seeing. "But...how?"
How could this be? He's had so many suspicions, but with all the inconsistencies of Rodolphus' actions since they had met...from the way he did, or said certain things, the way he had reacted to others...then there were the things he had read in the investigation file, what he had observed, had felt from the first time he had stepped into his apartment.
He had then discounted the possibility. Even after they had become loves, it had just never occurred to him again.   There were just a few too many inconsistencies. He now found himself going back to the night Tristyn had died, to his words that Rodolphus was not at all what he seemed to be,
Gods, he should have looked deeper. Should have seen it was all a very good front. He should have just listened to his instincts, not discounted them because of what he saw.
So just who the hell was this man that was Tom Riddle's second, his left-hand man, the man who, for the most part, gave the other Terminators their assignments? And now that he was thinking about it, what about Rabastan? Was he REALLY their OTHER informant? Who was this man whose outward appearance was this so cold, so hard, deadly killer? This man he had found to be so different from what he showed to the outside world, to the one he showed him, and to him alone.
Who the hell was this man that he had fallen so deeply in love with?
"RORY!" came the cry.
"ROARK!"
He had been so lost within the chaos of his mind, of his thoughts and emotions, that he hadn't heard the security lock on his door disengaging, nor had he heard it open. He whirled, hearing the panicked alarm in those calls, only to be further overwhelmed by all their thoughts and emotions.
Arms wrapped around him just as he began to fall, his eyes meeting Harry's, seeing that he too had figured out the truth of their lovers as he fell into blessed silence, his head falling back over Harry's arm.
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