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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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His hands and lips were everywhere, taking him up, then holding him on that precipice, but not letting him go over no matter how much he begged, letting him, instead slowly come down, only to take him up all over again. Both of them were flushed, sweat covering them when Rodolphus, kneeling between his splayed legs, hands under his ass, lifting him...slid deeply into him, holding himself very still as Roark's eyes widened, a gasp of pleasure escaping him as he arched up into him.
He began to move, to pull out, thrust back into him...again...and again. Slow. Steady. Yet deep and powerful. Filling him completely with every thrust.
"Dolph," he moaned, head moving on his pillow as the thrusts came faster, harder..."GODS! Rodolphus...so good," he moaned. "You feel..." he gave a sharp gasp as he shifted his thrusts within him, finding that one spot that had intense, nearly painful pleasure flooding him, "do damned good."
"So do you," he rasped huskily, sherry eyes on the face beneath him. "You are so fucking beautiful in your passion," he said, hips pumping in and out, striking that one place within him again...and again.
Suddenly, Roark's hands shot down, pressing against his abs, gasping, "Stop!" he cried breathlessly. He looked up at him, hands slipping down further, still pressing against him. "Stop a moment."
Rodolphus thrusts slowed, then stopped, his cock buried to the hilt within him. Sliding his hands up under his back, to his shoulders he lifted him and brought him against him to take his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
Roark moaned, arms wrapping around his neck, legs shifting to allow him to lift himself off him, thrust himself back down. Up. Down. He pulled out of the kiss with a sharp gasp as he continued to move himself on him, his hands on his shoulders, head falling back, feeling Rodolphus's lips against his throat.
"YES!" he cried, feeling himself being lowered back to the bed, Rodolphus withdrawing, only to thrust back into him with a hard, deep thrust. "Rodolphus! Oh Gods, PLEASE!"
"Look at me!" he growled as he pulled out, held with just the tip of his cock within him until his eyes opened, silver meeting sherry as he thrust powerfully, filling him. "Mine, Roark Peverell Potter," he said, his tone as possessive as his look was. "You belong to me, and solely TO me. There will never be another for you."
"Yes, YES, Rodolphus, yours. Now," thrust, filling him, withdrawing, "tomorrow," another powerful thrust, another withdrawal, "always. YOURS!" he screamed, arching up into his next thrust, his body splintering, coming apart with such an explosion of pleasure, his orgasm so powerful, he nearly blacked out.
"ROARK!" he dimly heard Rodolphus cry as his release filled him to overflowing.
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OH! This was going to be bad.
The boys were furious.
So completely, incredibly, hotly furious when the Pleasure House they were raiding several nights later, contained nothing but children. Boys and girls, some no younger than seven, but no older than seventeen were now being led from the building under blankets meant to protect them from prying, curious eyes of the onlookers watching as Counter-Intelligence conducted another raid against Tom Riddle.
They stood side by side on the steps, silver and emerald eyes burning with barely contained rage as the last boy was brought out under the arm of the deeply concerned Captain Bill Weasley, the boys shuddering obvious, as Bill led him down the steps, murmuring to him the entire time, noting the rage that was boiling in the Peverell Potter brothers, and arching a brow as he moved past them,
Everyone who knew them had also made note of the rage rolling off of them in waves, and they were watching the pair warily. They knew the brothers were planning to do something. It was in their furious gazes.
Once the last boy had been led to the waiting medical van, Roark looked at Harry, Harry looked at him, their eyes meeting...holding, silently communicating. Severus, standing at the bottom of the steps saw them looking at each other, saw their expressions harden, change...
"Oh FUCK!" he whirled where he stood. "Aiden! Greyson!" he shouted to them. As one, the brothers moved, turning to the house, their arms raising, palms turned toward the house. "Get everyone back! NOW!" he barked out sharply. "Everyone take cover!"
Neither said a word, but then they didn't need to. Their absolute fury and outrage was all that was needed. Their magic, already responding to what the brothers were feeling, came immediately to their call, the air around them beginning to crackle with electricity, growing hotter by the micron {second}. Suddenly, a bright beam of lightning flashed, nearly blinding them all as it struck down through the center of the house.
Fire erupted everywhere as Roark tossed a huge fireball into the house. "BURN!!" he said. "Burn until there is nothing left of this filth."
The house, when the brother finally turned as one to descend the steps was completely engulfed in flame, neither bothered at all by what they had just done. Under the nearly stunned gazes of everyone there, they moved to join the rest of Counter-Intelligence as they moved to meet them.
"This is going to enrage him, Roark," came the soft warning from the left, making him turn.
"I don't fucking CARE, Ardyn!" he snarled, turning on him with eyes that still burned with his inner fire. "LET him be enraged! I'M enraged! We are ALL enraged...except for you and Percy, that is, by what we have found here this night!" he glared up into those calm, hazel eyes. He frowned then, realizing that Ardyn was not AT ALL bothered by what had been found that night. "CHILDREN, Ardyn! They're ALL children! FOUR are seventeen! SIX are fifteen! FIVE are thirteen! EIGHT are twelve! SEVEN are ten! FOUR are eight! EIGHT fucking yahren {years} old! What kind of monster are you to want to use an eight yahren {year} old for sexual pleasure?!" he finished his furious rant with a shout so loud, that those who had not been looking, now were.
"I know," he said, trying to set hands on his shoulders, only to be slapped away. "Look, I understand. I really do, but setting fire to the house...burning it to the ground. That's not the answer."
"Perhaps not for you," he growled, now a little calmer, though not by much, "but it was mine and Harry's answer. This isn't over. Not by a long shot."
Whirling, he stalked away, Harry following, Severus and the Durins following. Apollo paused beside his friend. "You seem remarkably un-bothered by this, Ardyn."
"I'm not, Apollo, I'm just as furious, just as outraged as they are, as YOU are, but this wasn't the way to handle it. Destroying the property doesn't change what was happening here."
"No, it doesn't," Boomer spoke up as he joined them, "but it sure was the answer for Harry and Roark." He shook his head. "You know, I knew they were powerful...but I had no idea they were THAT powerful."
"THAT," a wave at the house, "was nothing. It wasn't even CLOSE to their full potential," Zac said.
Ardyn turned, looking at him in disbelief.
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