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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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The door was opened a bare micron {second} later, and the man who entered had Roark's brow rising. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. It's the Port Manager...AND our escape artist. We've been looking all over for you, Roderick," he said to the man before returning his gaze to his lover. "You usually come alone, Terminator. How nice that you brought company with you this time around. Drink?"
"Well," Roderick began as he watched Roark turn to the sideboard, "he's certainly as calm and collected as you've said he is, Rodolphus. Except, that is, when he loses his temper."
"Indeed. He has always been thus," he said, his head turning a smirk twisting his lips, "and I wouldn't know, as I've never made him angry enough to WANT to be angry at me, or to set fire to anything, but then...our magics ARE opposites. There is, I have found, very little that the Lieutenant is afraid of. Me included. It's rather...refreshing. Saggitatian brandy. Straight."
A nod as he reached for a tumbler. "Roderick?"
"I'll have the same," he said, eyes moving very slowly over him. "Now, I wonder, just what would it feel like to fuck that tight ass of yours?"
Roark turned a tumbler in each hand. "No chance you will ever find out," came icily as he handed them their glasses, seeing the flicker of fury flare in his lover's eyes.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that, were I you, Lieutenant," he growled as Roark turned to return to the sideboard. "You're not even armed," he said as he took a step closer to him, seeing Roark's weapons belt hanging from a hook not far from his desk.
"Hum? Aren't I? Are you really so sure about that?" he asked, feeling safe enough with Rodolphus here to actually turn his back to pick up his wine glass.
His hand had barely touched the glass when he felt Roderick move in behind him, felt his hands... He turned suddenly, a very sharp knife now pressed against his jugular, making him freeze, eyes going wide in surprise that he HAD, indeed, been armed.
"Ah, ah, ah. No touching, Roderick," he murmured to him. "I happen to belong to a very possessive man. One who would be absolutely furious that you dared to touch what was his. Now," a pause as silver eyes rose to meet Roderick's, amusement flickering there, "I would suggest that you back off," the blade pressed, drawing blood.
"ENOUGH!" Rodolphus snarled, the room growing noticeably colder as his fury mounted. "Roderick, back the fuck off before he slits your throat."
"Unless, of course, you really are looking to die here tonight," he pressed harder yet, the blade cutting deeper. "I would be most happy to comply, Roderick."
"You're a Counter-Intelligence Officer, you're not supposed to indiscriminately kill."
That got him an arched brow. "But it wouldn't be an indiscriminate kill, would it? I mean, you tried to rape me. I'd be within bounds to protect myself, and if you happen to be killed..." his head tilted, the knife pressing again, the cut deepening.
"One of these days, Lieutenant," he growled as he backed up a couple of steps, pulling a folded handkerchief from his pocket to press it to the cut.
"Ah, but tonight will not be that night," he said as he sheathed the blade, his eyes going to Rodolphus, whose eyes now held a tinge of blue fire within the sherry. : Calm down before you give yourself away, : he said calmly into his mind, reaching back for his glass and sipping. "Now then," he began as Rodolphus forcibly calmed himself, "with that bit of unpleasantness out of the way," he paused to sip again, a midnight brow arched, a smile twitching at his lips at the way Rodolphus was glaring at Roderick.
: Rodolphus, : came the warning. "What do you want, Rodolphus?" he asked, suddenly feeling an intense fear fill him. Harry. Something was happening that was terrifying his brother, but too, he knew that Rabastan was there, and he would not allow anything...or ANYONE, to harm Harry.
: To kill the bastard who dared to touch you, : he grumbled into his mind, getting the feeling that Roark was, and tensing. "Just what, Lieutenant, makes you think I want anything from you?"
"Then what would you and your...guest, be doing here, hum?" he asked. "Your guest just tried to scare me, and failed spectacularly, I might add. You, Lestrange, do not so courtesy calls. Now, say what you have to say, then get out. I have a progress report to write before I can go to bed."
His brow shot up. "That isn't very hospitable, Peverell Potter," he said, all the while thinking, 'very good, my love,' "My, my, how bold and businesslike you are. Very well. Short and to the point it shall be."
He drank the brandy down, set the empty tumbler on the coffee table he remembered very vividly taking him on late one night. "I am going to kill you. When you least expect it, in a place you believe to be safe, in a way you could never imagine. Soon, Peverell Potter. Very, very soon."
"Really?" he asked, drinking from his wine. "So, why not just do it now?"
"On no. Not quite yet. There are plans in the making for you and your brother." He turned. "Let's go. There is yet something I must do before I can head home."
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"Roderick."
The voice was ice cold behind him, and when he turned to face him, he found a high-powered laser held in a steady hand, pointed at his chest. He froze, surprise and fear reflected in his eyes as he raised them to meet Rodolphus' sherry.
"What...are..." a deep swallow, "you doing, Rodolphus?"
An icy smirk. "Why, I'm doing my job, of course. It seems we were being played all along. Tell me, Roderick, just what do you know of the Colonial leak?"
"Not much, really. Ardyn is a pain med addict who couldn't get what he felt he needed from the Base CMO. He set up a meeting with Tom to see about getting it. Tom offered him whatever he wanted, and to pay him a hell of a lot more than he makes as a Warrior to tell him everything that went on there." He shrugged. "He took it."
A snort. "Of COURSE, he did," he shook his head in complete disgust. "They always do. Am I to assume he was the one who hired Melody to kill Lt. Tristyn when he managed to find out about all of this?"
"Yes. He really wanted to do it himself, as he did Major Kale Durin, but it was felt it would be too much of a risk. He was also the one to hire the Terminators to take care of Lt. Logan and Kili, as he was never sure what they had been told. They obviously failed as the fools got too impatient and tried to take them out in front of the Caprican Colonial Headquarters."
Rodolphus made a sound of derision as he shook his head again. "I swear, Tom hires too many fools and idiots to work for him. Now then, let's move on to something else. The Lieutenant. You are aware, of course, that you never should have touched him. He wasn't yours to touch."
His brow furrowed into a frown as he looked at him. "Can you please put that down? It's very disconcerting to have it pointed at me as I answer your questions. All you ever had to do was ask. As for the Peverell Potter brothers. Tom made them fair game to anyone who could take them."
"Ah...well now, here's the problem as I see it. You are wrong on so many levels it's just not funny. The Peverell Potter brothers have already BEEN claimed, and as he told you, he now belongs to a very possessive man, who is, by the way, absolutely furious you touched...oh, wait. Right. Excuse me, TRIED to touch him."
It began to grow very cold in the alleyway they were in. "What are you talki--" but then the realization of his words sank in, and his face went white. "YOU!" he gasped.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned his head just as a grinning Rabastan came into view, wiping the blood from his hands with a cloth.
"Yes. ME." He glanced at his brother, a brow arching. "What happened? I got a feeling of intense fear from Roark that obviously came from his brother."
"Maurice attempted to take what wasn't his to take. Harry didn't like that, of course. and managed to take a couple of chunks out of him once, that is, he recovered from the sudden fear of being grabbed like that. I took my turn once we left, as I CERTAINLY didn't like it. Am I to assume he made a move on Rory?" a tilt of his head to Roderick, whose eyes were swinging back and forth between them, taking in their conversation, and coming to the correct conclusion that Tom had been taken, so to speak, to the cleaners by these two.
"Tom knows that Maurice and I are with you two," he told them as he began to try to move to the side, away from the now manically grinning brothers. "He'll hear about this. He'll know the two of you--"
Twin sable brows arched. "Will he really?" came Rabastan's amused question as, with a flick of his wrist, a shuriken flew, slicing through muscle, tendon, and nerve just above his right ankle, making him cry out at the sudden pain.
"It's been fifteen yahren {year} since we were sent here Roderick, and he STILL hasn't figured out it was us who was setting his people up to be taken by Colonial Counter-Intelligence. He STILL has not even come close to thinking it's been us all along killing some of them. He has no clue it was us sabotaging some of his jobs."
"No matter," Rabastan told him. "In a few days, it won't matter as they are finally ready to move. To take that monster down for good."
Roderick, his fear now getting the better of him when he realized that, by their telling him this, there was no way he was going to get out of there alive unless he ran.
And run was just what he tried to do. A second shuriken flew, taking out the left ankle just as Rodolphus fired, the bolt taking Roderick in the chest. He was dead before he hit the ground.
Rodolphus stared at him, then turned to give his brother a warm hug. "Thanks. You going back to Harry?"
A nod. "He was a hell of a lot more shaken up than he would like to admit. I'm going to hold him, comfort him, reassure him that something like that will NEVER happen again." A deep frown. "You? Are you going back to Rory?"
"As soon as I deal with the bodies. No, Bas, I don't need help. You go be with Harry. Tomorrow, I plan to spend some time looking for the Lestrange Family Storage box."
A nod. "Who do you think took it from its normal place of storage?"
"If I had a guess, I would say it was probably Leta Lestrange, though how she knew where to find it, it will never know."
"You sure you don't need my help?"
"I'm sure. Go."
Rabastan gave a nod, a smile, then turned and hurried away.
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