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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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Warm water washed over them as he threw his head back, eyes closing, deep moans of pleasure issuing from his throat where Rodolphus' lips were currently buried. His back was pressed to the tile of the shower wall, arms raised up over his head, hands trying to find some kind of purchase on the slick surface.
Rodolphus' hands cradled his ass, holding him up, body pressing him against the wet tile, his legs wrapped around him. Fast, hard deep strokes that always hit that place within him that had him crying out as intense pleasure washed over him with each driving thrust deeply into him.
Rodolphus!" he moaned, his hands slapping down into wet shoulders, clutching at him, his legs tightening around those pumping hips, his body growing ever tighter with his impending orgasm. "Oh, bright Kobol, Dolph, feels so good!" he cried out, head thrashing against the tile wall. "PLEASE!"
"So fucking passionate," he rasped huskily, his eyes dark with his desire to take...to possess...to OWN, driving himself in and out of that so tight, so hot hole. "So very responsive, and so Godsdamned beautiful. You're still so very tight around me, those hot walls massaging my cock. It makes fucking you such a wonderfully pleasurable experience that I have never had with anyone else."
"I'm glad...to hear...that," he panted out, the thrusts within him shortening, coming harder, faster as he too neared his orgasm. "Yes..." he moaned, "GODS, yes. Please, Dolph, need you so badly," he rambled on, "Good," he gasped. Oh, sweet GODS, it's so good how you move in me. Your cock so big, so hard and hot...stretching me...to take YOU!" the last word came out in a long drawn out keen.
"Let go, baby," he breathed, pressing tightly into him, his thrusts pounding...driving into and out of him. Taking him. Possessing him. OWNING him. "That's it..." he rasped, his dark eyes on the flushed, wet face, "just let it take you. Trust me to catch you when you fall."
"Rodolphus!!" he screamed then, his hands clenching, his body jerking, head striking the tile as with one final, deeply powerful thrust he was sent over the precipice he had been on for what had seemed like forever.
His body exploded, feeling his release between their tightly pressed bodies, even as Rodolphus flooded him with his own.
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Harry's body was stretched taut, gasping, moaning, head thrashing on the carpeted floor beneath his straining body as Rabastan, now above him, pounded into him with hard, deeply powerful strokes.
"Oh...God," he gasped as the pleasure grew sharper. It had never, he thought dimly, EVER been like this with any of his other lovers. The pleasure had never been this intense, this all-encompassing that all he could think about was the man driving into him, claiming him, possessing him, OWNING him.
"Come to me, Harry," he rasped, one hand flat on the rug near his head, the other slipping beneath the small of his back to lift him into his thrusts, hearing him cry out, dark sherry eyes on the deeply flushed, sweaty face. "COME to me...NOW!!" he slammed deeply into him, holding himself as he released deep into him, both of them crying out, Harry's release shooting over his stomach, his chest.
He collapsed over him then, feeling like he couldn't keep himself up even had he wanted to, but then quickly shifted to his side so as not to rest his full weight on him. Not, he thought, as Harry rolled against him, snuggling closer despite the sweat and heat of their bodies, that Harry would have cared. Harry, he had learned, liked to be blanketed by him.
"It's never been like this before," he murmured, tilting his head back to look up at him, his racing heart slowing returning to its normal beat, his hot blood cooling. "What I feel when I'm with you...when you're moving so hard and so deep within me. It's a bit...terrifying what I feel when we're together like this."
"Hum...more than a bit, I'm thinking," he rumbled, "and just so you know, I feel the same way." He pressed his lips to Harry's, then releasing him, he got to his feet. "Come on, let's get a shower. Then we can eat whatever it was you were making that smelled so good."
Harry let himself be drawn to his feet. That sounded like a good plan to him. It would give him a chance to think about what he would say to him.
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"So," Rodolphus began as a plate was set before him on the table, "who taught you to fight like that?"
Roark gave him a smile as he set the plate with garlic cheese bread between them, then took the seat across from him. "It was a Durin."
"Of COURSE, it was a Durin," he said with a deep chuckle, reaching for a slice of bread as he cut into his lasagna, and took a bite. "Umm..." he hummed as he chewed. "Was it a Durin who taught you to cook too?"
Laughter. "No, THAT would have been my grandmother," he picked up his wine glass and sipped. "It was Raphael. Near the end of my first yahren {year} at the Academy. He was under orders from his father, his uncle, and my grandfather."
That raised a brow. "Orders from Admiral Roark, Commander Thorin, and Commander Adama? What the hell was going on that they would issue orders to Raphael to give you extra training?"
"Opposition. There were a lot of people who were watching me very closely...waiting for me to fail. I even received a hard time from some of the instructors. They gave me more work than any of the others and expected me to have it in by the time written on each assignment they gave me. I knew they were just waiting for me to miss even one to fail me."
His brow shot up. "I gather that didn't happen?"
A soft chuckle. "No, it didn't. I stunned them all by not only handing them in on time but getting top marks. That's when they began to pile even MORE work on me until someone realized what was happening. That someone said something to those in Command, and they immediately put a stop to it. I was to be given the same workload as everyone else. If they wanted to hand out extra credit, fine, but hand it out to the entire class, not just to me."
"They weren't happy about it," came the statement,
A snort. "Not by a long shot. In fact, it pissed them off even more. Cadets and instructors alike."
Rodolphus suddenly frowned, anger sparking in his eyes. "Were you ever physically attacked?"
"No," he answered him quickly. "They would never have dared to come at me physically, but mentally...emotionally...? It was bad. It was decided, as the first yahren {hear} came to a close and final exam scores, written and practical were posted, that I was going to need more specialized training, Second yahren {year} became about defensive and offensive in all forms, on top of regular classes, and Viper training courses."
Rodolphus could only shake his head. "As if you didn't already have enough on your plate as it was. I mean, really? Completing what was generally a four-yahren {year} course in two would have been no easy feet."
He shrugged. "Well, no, it wasn't, but once I found the right balance...got myself into an organized system between the classes, classwork, studying and the practicals, as well as all the offensive and defensive classes, it turned out to not be too bad. It didn't leave me with much in the way of free time, but that was my choice. As I told a certain Captain after a first full team meeting, my choices, my decisions, and my consequences. But you know, as I think back now on those two yahren {year}, between all the magical and military training, I've been wondering if they weren't...just perhaps, grooming me to be in Counter-Intelligence. That they weren't grooming Harry."
"Hum..." he reached for his wine glass, a thoughtful look on his face. "I think, if they perhaps saw something in the two of you, that would be entirely possible. The Durins, from what I have heard, have always been remarkably good at looking beneath the surface, of seeing things in people that no one else typically sees.
"They've been even better at choosing whom they take into Counter-Intelligence. Still, sixteen was way too young to enter the Academy, but FOURTEEN?! Babe, that was completely insane. There's a part of me that understands completely why you would want to do so, but then there's this other part of me that thinks they never should have allowed it to happen. It was, I'm sure, your entrance exam scores that tipped the scales in your favor."
Roark arched a brow at his words but had nothing to say back to him because if he WERE honest with himself, he knew...even understood where Rodolphus was coming from with that statement. Truth told he knew that fourteen WAS too young to enter the Academy, but...
He shook his head, reaching for the wine bottle to refill their glasses as they continued to eat, to talk about anything and everything. Rodolphus shared little stories about him and Rabastan when they were young before their parents had died. Roark doing the same with himself and Harry. Likes and dislikes were discussed, Roark telling him how he had gotten into doing cross stitching, and coloring.
"A way for me to calm and sort my mind so I could sleep at night, not that the sleeping part worked all that much. Harry reads...and we both like to play computer games."
Once they had finished eating, Rodolphus helped Roark clear the table and do the dishes, which he found oddly satisfying that Roark liked to do them by hand, and once they had been washed, dried, and put away, they headed back into the living area.
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