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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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A short time later, fresh from a shower, he slid into bed beside him, an arm slipping around his waist to draw him back against him, pressing a warm kiss to the nape of his neck.
"I'm sorry," he murmured.
Roark rolled over to face him, a hand lifting, fingers tracing a line from his temple, over cheek to jaw. "Why should you be sorry?"
"For Roderick. Though, I have to admit, you handled him very well."
A smile. "I've had quite a bit of practice of late. As we aren't on Caprica, Raphael seems to have tasked Severus, and several of the others with keeping up with mine and Harry's training exercises. We have multiple sparing sessions every morning." He snuggled closer to him, felt his arms tighten around him. "Why was he with you in the first place?"
A snort of derision. "Riddle, of course. He's furious that you closed down the last of his businesses, captured the remaining incoming and outgoing deliveries, taken all the goods, except for those he has stored in the warehouses he has, so far, shared with only a select few. Rabastan and I just learned of them a short time ago."
A frown. "More?"
A nod. "West side of the city, near Vermillion Sea Port. Warehouses eight through sixteen. Be careful though, he's got these ones magically protected." He saw him nod. "He demanded that we kill you both at once, no more games, but once we told him we intended to bring the two of you before him...he got VERY excited and very pleased at the prospect of our killing you in front of him."
"Of COURSE, he did," Roark said as he lay his head against his chest, his eyes slipping closed as he yawned. "I'm surprised he's not decided to kill us himself as he failed sixteen yahren {year} ago."
"He may yet decide to do so. We told him we'd give you your final warnings tonight. Roderick insisted that he come with me, just as Maurice, both for reasons we have yet to figure out, demanded that they come with us--"
"I think we now know what those reasons were. Did Rabastan say anything about how Harry was?" he asked, tilting his head back to look at him.
"He's fine. Once he got past the fear of being grabbed, he took a couple of chunks out of Maurice. As both of them were currently Riddle's bed buddies, he agreed. You're probably right about their motives for wanting to come, though I wasn't expecting him to make that kind of move on you, any more than Rabastan expected Maurice to move on Harry as he did." He looked suddenly very thoughtful.
"What just occurred to you?"
"Just that, given their very eager looks when Riddle said they could join us, we SHOULD have expected that they were up to something."
"It wasn't your fault, Rodolphus, and I certainly don't blame you. You are not responsible for what others do."
"Even so, babe, I should have expected that they were up to something."
"Dolph, you cannot, no matter how much you may want to, account for everything that others do, or even what they think to do."
A kiss was placed on his forehead. "Well, no matter now. Neither of them will be bothering you or Harry...or anyone else, for that matter, again."
"OH?" he asked, lifting himself on his elbow, looking down at him with an arched brow. "Do tell, darling. Just what did you two do to them?"
"They were two of our targets, anyway. As Riddle's bedmates, they had the information that we needed on our Colonial leak."
"REALLY? And did they give you the information they had?"
"Roark," he said, slight disbelief in his tone that he would even ask. "Of course they did. It's Ardyn, just as we have always suspected. Problem is all we have is their word. We still have no actual, tangible proof that we can use to arrest him."
Roark shook his head. "Why?" came sadly. "Why did he turn from his duty?"
"Drugs," came his answer. "Drugs...and money. He wanted stronger pain meds than the Base CMO would allow him, as he felt they were unnecessary. He went to someone who would give him what he wanted."
"Riddle."
"Yes. Tom Riddle bought Ardyn with all the high-end pain meds that he wanted, as well as more money than he was making as a Captain in the Colonial Armed Services."
A deep sigh. "I figured as much, but don't really understand, because the base pay for a Captain starts somewhere around sixty to seventy thousand credits a yahren {year}."
"Besides," he said, returning to their original conversation regarding Roderick as he drew him back down against him, "he touched you. That could not be allowed without some sort of punishment. You are fully aware of how possessive I am, and watching him make that move on you...I nearly killed him then and there."
Another snort, followed immediately by a chuckle. "That would be an understatement if ever I heard one," he told him. "It's one of the many things I love about you." Roark lay his head against his shoulder, his hand slipping up his chest, fingers twining through the hair there. "Things are going to come to head very quickly now," he told him.
"Hum...very soon, I should think. Definitely, after he realizes you and Harry are going to ignore our warning. Are you ready for this to end?"
"As ready as we will ever be," he said as his hand moved, a finger finding a nipple, his tongue licking over the one closest to his mouth.
Rodolphus gave a soft moan. "I will likely not be able to come to you until this is over. I'd like for you to make me a promise."
"Anything."
"Be careful around Ardyn until he can be arrested."
"You don't need to worry about him, Dolph, he's being watched even as we speak. I put Charlie and his partner on him. They were told to stay back, to just watch his movements, see where he goes, who he talks to. He learned to be stealthy the old-fashioned way."
"Um...that may actually work better than cloaking yourself in shadows as Severus and others do."
Roark gave a nod as suddenly, Rodolphus rolled over to cover him, hands slipping down under his knees, lifting them over his hips. "And since I'm not going to be able to come to you until this is over, perhaps we should make the best--" he broke off, grinning at the deep moan that issued from Roark's throat as he slid deeply into him, "of the time that we DO have."
"Sounds like," he moaned breathlessly as he began to move within him, pulling out of him only to thrust deeply, "a plan to me. Gods, Dolph, yes," came his gasped moan as his thrusts came faster, harder..."YES, so good," he said on another deep moan as he began to answer those so deep, so powerful strokes into him, head pressing back into the pillow beneath his head. "Rodolphus, PLEASE!"
"Come to me, baby," he breathed on a gasp of his own. "Let me see you come apart for me."
It only took a few more hard, powerful strokes into him, that thick, blunt head of Rodolphus' cock hitting his pleasure spot over and over for him to come apart, his body splintering, then exploding. He arched tightly into the thrusts that filled him, screaming Rodolphus' name just as he cried out his, a final thrust slamming deep and holding as his release flooded him.
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