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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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Rabastan entered the apartment, the banked fire in the fireplace the only light as he secured the door. Removing his leather jacket, he hung it beside the door, before turning to head back to the bedroom, unzipping the leather vest containing all his weapons as he went.
Harry was curled on his side facing away from the doorway, his blankets pulled around him, and sensing his distress more than he ever thought he would, Rabastan quickly finished undressing and moved to the bed, reaching for him immediately when he lay beside him.
Harry's eyes jerked open and he started, his body tensing. "Shh..." was breathed into his ear, "it's just me. It's alright, babe, I have you."
"Rabastan," he breathed, immediately tossing away the blankets and rolling against him to snuggle closer to that big, so familiar, naked body. "I knew you would never have let him get very far, but still...the feel of his hands...his mouth on mine--"
"Shh--" came softly, hands smoothing down his back, back up, "and you will never know how sorry I am that it had to happen at all. Though watching you take a couple of chunks out of him...Well, you need not worry about him any longer, as he has been...dealt with."
Harry raised his head from his chest, moving to settle himself on top of him as he looked down into his eyes.  "Tell me what you did to him," he demanded, his chin resting on the hands he crossed on his chest. "I want to hear every last detail," he went on, emerald eyes taking on a look of vengeful excitement.
Rabastan grinned at the viciousness he heard in his lover's tone and began to tell him exactly how he had killed Maurice. It had been slow, painful, and with lots of blood, watching Harry's glittering eyes throughout the entire telling.
"I know, as a Counter-Intelligence Officer, we are not supposed to enjoy, or even relish killing, but I took great pleasure in killing him. You are not the only one he has done that too, nor, I think, would you have been the last."
"But you are much more than a Counter-Intelligence Officer, aren't you? You and Dolph were sent here with clear orders to do whatever you thought was necessary to maintain your covers. They had to know, once you were firmly established, that you would both have to do things that are generally not approved of by the Warriors Code we all take, and live by. As for myself, I am fully aware that I have a bit of a mean streak, and so does Roark once his temper is roused. We may not relish killing, but we will not hesitate to do so if the situation should call for it," he told him quietly, then leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. "Thank you."
"Trust me, babe, it was my pleasure. Things are going to start moving very quickly now. You've shut down the last of his businesses and captured the last of his incoming and outgoing shipments. Given the orders he gave us, and just how furious...how out of control he was, once he realizes that the two of you have no intention of complying, that you are, in fact going to be coming for HIM now...What do you intend to do about Ardyn?"
He shook his head. "I just don't know. I want to talk to Roark, and the others before any decision is made. Despite what you learned tonight, we still have no real proof that he is working for Riddle, just the words of his sometimes lovers. I think, even were we to arrest him now, hold him for questioning, any good military defense attorney would have him free before we could even begin."
A nod as his hands ran up and down Harry's back. "But as you have probable cause...We KNOW he's our spy...our leak. We know he murdered Kale--"
Warm fingers covered his lips to quiet him. "Unless you and Rodolphus are prepared to come forward to tell everyone who you REALLY are--"
He swore sharply. "We can't, not until this case has been cleared, and maybe not even then depending on what, and where the Admiral and Commander Thorin decide to have us do next. We've only managed to identify a few of Riddle's upper echelon. They may decide to keep us undercover to try to find out who the rest are."
"Then we can't arrest him yet. Once we confront Riddle...and if he comes forward--" Harry gave a sudden moan as Rabastan's hands slipped down over the globes of his ass, massaging, caressing, pressing him down into the growing hardness of his cock. "Rabastan!" he gasped as he was suddenly rolled onto his back, his lips taken in a deep, commanding kiss.
Harry moaned, lips parting for that thrusting, exploring tongue. As he kissed him, Rabastan slowly shifted to his knees between the now widely spread thighs. "Look at me, Harry," came the rough demand, his hands already beginning to move over him.
Blinking his eyes open, he focused them on the handsome face, saw the passion, the lust reflected in those sherry depths, felt his cock rubbing against his own as his hands slowly explored his body. "Rabastan," he arched up, a hand reaching out for the nightstand, blindly searching for the bottle of lubricant they always kept there. "Please..."
Something clattered to the floor, but neither paid it any heed as Harry's hand finally closed on the bottle. Popping the cap, he brought it down to pour a good amount over Rabastan's cock, his other hand coming down to wrap around that long, thick, so very hard cock.
Rabastan groaned as that hand moved on him, spreading the lube to thoroughly coat him. "I want you," he growled, "I want to be inside you, claiming you...possessing you...I want to OWN you, Hadrian James Peverell Potter."
Harry smiled up at him. "Then do it, Rabastan Archer Lestrange," he gave a soft cry then as lubed fingers pressed into him. "Take me," he gasped as they began to move in him. "Possess me," he gasped again as those fingers moving so slowly in him twisted, turned, prepared him. "OWN me." He arched into those fingers, head pressing back into his pillow as pleasure began to run through him. "Rabastan, PLEASE!"
"Look at me," he growled, pulling his fingers free of that tight, hot heat, slipping his hands under his ass and lifting...positioning himself, and as Harry's emerald eyes met his, he slid into him in one long smooth glide, filling him completely until his balls pressed against him. "Aw fuck, babe, you're still so damned tight around me," he groaned as he pulled out of him, only to thrust right back into him.
"Bas," he moaned, "yes. Oh God, that's so damn good," he gasped, hands lifting, palms flat to the wall, moving into those thrusts.
Rabastan settled him back to the bed, leaning over him, hands coming to rest on the mattress on either side of his head, bending to claim his lips as he thrust with powerful strokes in and out of him. Taking him, possessing him, demanding that he respond.
Which he did, moving with him, arching into each powerful thrust, the pleasure building...building...
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Sweat covered them both, their moans, their gasps of pleasure wound nearly continuously as Harry, now on top of his lover, moved up and down on his cock, knees planted into the mattress on either side of his hips. He raised his hands, pushing his sweat soaked hair back off his face, then he lifted them over his head, stretching himself, arching back as he slammed himself down, Rabastan thrusting up into him, striking his pleasure spot dead on.
Sitting up suddenly, arms wrapping around him, lips pressing into the exposed throat as he rolled them once again, settling Harry on his back. He had taken him up to that precipice of release, only to stop, let him come down, then slowly had taken him up twice more, stopping each time just before he tipped over the edge.
This time though, his thrusts came fast, deep, and hard, pushing them ever closer to their orgasm...until, suddenly, their magic reacted, opening around them, filling the room, building with them...
"Rabastan," he moaned, hands raising to press against the wall once again, arching into those pounding thrusts, their magic...lightning, shadow, and earth swirling around them, condensing..."Bas, PLEASE...I...can't." he moaned. "Too much. It's too much," he gave a cry as suddenly all of his shields came down, leaving him open to everything that Rabastan was feeling, and vice versa. "I CAN'T!" he cried out, inexplicably feeling very afraid...overwhelmed by what was now happening between them.
He thought it had been intense before, it was nothing on what was NOW happening between them. "Sh...hh," he rasped, reaching for his hands, twining their fingers as he came down over him, blanketing him as his thrust shortened, came faster. "Trust in me. Trust in yourself. I love you, Hadrian James Peverell Potter. Now. Tomorrow. Next secton {week}. Next sectar {month}. Next yahren {year]. I will love you until the day I die. I am now yours, just as you are mine."
Harry's eyes widened at the promise he heard in those words, his hands tightening around the ones twined with his, his passion-taut body finally beginning to splinter. Suddenly, he knew what he had to do.
"I love you, Rabastan Archer Lestrange. Now. Tomorrow. Next secton {week}. Next sectar {month}. Next yahren {year}..." he gave a cry at a particularly hard thrust. "I will love you from now until we die. I am yours, just as you are mine."
"Come for me," he rasped, his own body beginning to splinter. "Come with me...NOW!" he thrust hard, slamming into him and freezing, holding himself deep in him as their orgasms struck, their magic exploding around them, coalescing as it returned to them, binding them in a way neither had expected, but accepted.
"Mine," came his rasp as he rolled to the side so his entire weight did not come to rest on him, not that Harry would have minded. "You are mine now, Harry," he said as he bent to claim his lips in a slow, deep kiss.
Harry gave a moan as he rolled against him, the kiss ending a moment later. His eyes came open, met Rabastan's, a slow smile beginning to twist his lips. "You feel it too, don't you?"
"Oh yes. Could hardly avoid it. You are lightning. I am Earth and Shadow. We are a perfect match. Do you mind? That we have bonded as we have?" he asked, sighing as Harry snuggled against him.
"No, Bas. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. I love you," he yawned suddenly, which had his bonded lover chuckling warmly, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"As I love you. Go to sleep now. We can talk more about what this is going to mean for us later."
"Hum...kay." He was asleep before the next micron {second} passed, not feeling Rabastan's fingers combing through his hair, until he too, finally fell asleep.
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