A Rumor of Peace

CHAPTER 29

SUMMARY : Rabastan and Rodolphus are surprised by their lovers.  Explicit sexual content.

A black leather gloved hand closed over his mouth as an arm went around his waist, drawing him back against him.  Roark's hand flashed down toward his laser, only for it to be captured in a hard grip, the hand covering his mouth moving to remove the pistol from it's holster to toss it away, landing in the corner of the couch.

"Now what will you do?" came the deep, deadly cold growl in his ear.

He didn't say anything, just reacted.  His foot lifted, snapping back at the exact moment his head went back as well, striking him in places that were not the usual striking places of mouth and knee.  Raphael would have told him not to hold back, but as he really didn't want to hurt Rodolphus, any more than he ever wanted to hurt Raph when they sparred, he DID try to hit at places they weren't likely to hurt to badly.

When the hold on him loosened infinitesimally, allowing him to twist himself free, his hand was now holding one of the knives that he had given him that morning.  Sherry brown eyes sparkled at this new challenge that his lover was presenting to him. 

"That was good, babe.  What else have you got up that sleeve of your's that I don't know about?" he asked, approval clear in his tone.

Roark grinned at him.  "Would you care to find out?" came the dare with an impish grin beginning to twist his lips.

Rodolphus couldn't help the chuckle that broke free.  "Let's see what you've got, Roark Peverell Potter."

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As soon as he walked into his apartment, he secured the door, took the bag that contained the ingredients he needed for dinner on the kitchen counter, then headed for his bedroom to change out of his uniform, and shower.

Once dressed in a pair of sleep pants and a matching shirt, he grabbed his weapon's belt off the corner of the bed, and headed for the kitchen to begin dinner.  Stopping to place the belt the belt on the end table near the couch, he continued on into the kitchen.  Moving to the counter where he had set the bag down , he began pulling things out.  A package of cubed beef sirloin, peppers, mushrooms, carrot, onion, and several fresh herbs.  

Ordering the inhouse computer to turn on the radio, he decided he would make Rabastan's favorite stir fry dish.  As one of his favorite songs began to play, he began to sing with it, setting to work seasoning, then putting the meet into the cast iron skillet to sear, before turning to the peppers.

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Harry was at the cook range, moving something around in a pan that smelled absolutely wonderful, Rabastan thought, moving on silent, bare feet into the kitchen where his lover was working so intently.  He noticed that Harry had removed his weapons belt, leaving himself with no apparent form of defense as his weapons belt was no where in sight. 

As Harry lay the large spatula aside, turning to go to the frig, Rabastan moved, slipping his arms around him tightly and drawing him back away from the range.  He stiffened only a brief micron, then he moved, snapping his head back to connect with shoulder instead of jaw, twisting himself sharply.

Once he was free of the tight hold on him, he turned and ran for the arched doorway between the kitchen and living area.  Rabastan let loose a laugh and followed him, finding Harry now standing beside the couch a small throwing knife in his hand.