A Rumor of Peace

CHAPTER 15

SUMMARY : Roark and Rodolphus give in to their passion for each other.  

Roark drew his hands out of the pockets of his robe, moving closer to him to take the lead crystal glass from him.  Their fingers brushed and this time Roark was not at all surprised by the flare of desire that moved through him.  He raised the glass to sip, saw how Rodolphus' sherry eyes moved over him in a slow perusal, before lifting to meet his own, darkening with his growing desire.

"Um...brandy.  Ardyn gave me whiskey, knowing full well I had never drink anything but a light wine.  It didn't take me long to figure out his intention was to seduce me.  Especially after he kissed me," he sipped again, his eyes never leaving Rodolphus' so very handsome face

He frowned deeply, a n unnamed emotion flickering though his eyes.  "I am NOT Ardyn, Roark, and if I was going to seduce you, I certainly would not be using liquor to do it."

"No." he said, bending slightly to set the glass on the coffee table, "that you are not, nor would I ever dare to suggest that you were."  He moved to the fireplace, holding out his hands as he looked into the flames, becoming lost deeply within his own thoughts.

There was silence for a few microns as Rodolphus sipped from his glass, watching Roark.  "What are you thinking about so hard, Roark?" he finally asked of him quietly.

"That I don't like what he has become.  He's changed a great deal from when he was my grandfathers Strike Commander.  Nor do I trust him any longer," he told him, turning his head to look at him.  "Yet you, a Terminator, one who works for the very man who murdered my parents, who has been contracted to kill me by that very same man, I find myself not ONLY liking, but trusting."  He turned, took a step toward him, feeling this sudden, intense desire to be close to him, drawn to him as he had never been drawn to another.  "Who are you, Rodolphus Corvus Lestrange?" he asked, raising his eyes to meet his.  "Why do I not only like you, but find myself trusting?"  'Wanting you,' he thought.

"Perhaps because you know that I will not lie to you.  You may not like what I say, but I will always tell you the truth," he said, sitting his own nearly empty glass down.  "You can't say that about the Captain.  HE, Roark, has been lying to you since you arrived here."

"Hum...very true that," he said, studying his face.  "So, Rodolphus," a pause, "why have you come tonight?" came softly, his breath giving a small hitch as he stepped closer to him.

"I came to give you another warning, of issuing a stronger threat then the first one I gave," he replied, seeing the desire building in his silver eyes...and something else, something he knew he wouldn't like once he figured out what it was he was seeing.

"Did you?  And now?" came his question, his voice growing husky.  Gods, did he really he sound that breathless?

He reached out then, slipping his arms around Roark's waist to draw him closer to him until, at last, their bodies came into contact.  They both gave soft groans, Rodolphus bending his head to brush his lips over Roark's, which parted immediately on a gasp, fire flaring through-out his body that had NOTHING to do with his magical infinity.

"Now," came his growl, "all I find myself wanting to do is fuck you senseless, as my brother is no doubt doing to yours as we speak," he told him, taking advantage of his gasp to take his lips completely, his tongue invading, delving deeply.  Conquering.  Possessing.  Thoroughly exploring that hot, wet space.

Roark moaned, pressing himself closer, his hands coming up, sliding under the black vest over his hard, broad, muscular chest, fisting in his shirt.  His eyes slipped closed as Rodolphus slid a hand to the back of his neck, his arm tightening around his waist to draw him completely against him.