Rumor's Confirmed

          The bedroom door closed behind them, Rodolphus turning immediately to slip his arms around Roark and draw him against him, his head lowering as Roark lay his hands to his chest.  Rodolphus claimed his lips in a passionate kiss that had Roark moaning, lips parting immediately.

          Rodolphus' tongue met Roark's in a passionate duel, retreating to draw Roark's out, before returning, both of them giving off moans.  That was when he felt Roark's fingers moving to slip the buttons of his silvery gray silk shirt free of their holes, the shirts edges parting as he moved down.  As one kiss ended only for another to begin immediately, the shirt opened completely, Roark's hands slipping up his chest, fingers twining through the dark hair, finding his nipples.

          Another moan as Rodolphus gave his shoulders a shrug, the shirt falling from his shoulders to the carpeted floor.  "Gods," Roark breathed as Rodolphus began to back them to the bed, his fingers quickly dealing with Roark's shirt.  With breathing not at all steady from his kisses, he was eased back onto the mattress.  "It's been too long."

          "It most certainly has.  Far too long," he said, "and it is my full intention to make up for all the lost time by making love to you until we are both to exhausted and sated to move," he told him as Roark settled back against the pillows.

          Slipping easily between splayed legs, he took his lips in a deep, passionate kiss that had them both moaning deeply, Roark's arms lifting to circle his neck.  When the kiss ended a moment later, he breathed breathlessly, "Rodolphus."

          "You are going to scream for me tonight," he murmured against his kiss bruised lips.  "Tonight, and every night that follows."

          Roark's silver eyes darkened with desire.  "Is that a promise?" he asked.

          "It is," he said, taking his lips again.

          Roark moaned deeply, his hands slipping down between them to begin dealing with Rodolphus' slacks, pushing them down past his taut, firm ass.  Rodolphus kicked them off, his lips now slipping over his lovers jaw to his neck.  Roark tilted his head to give him more room as his teeth nipped at the pulse point where his blood was racing.

          "Oh yes," was breathed his lips closed over the nipped spot, hands now sliding up up his back.  "Yes, Dolph, mark me."

          "I am going to be doing so much more than marling you, babe," came his growl, passion darkened sherry eyes meeting the silver, holding them.  "Tonight, Roark Durin Peverell Potter, I am going to claim you as I should have on Aquaria.  I am going to make you mine so completely, there will never again be any doubt between us just how much I love you."

          "I admit it.  When I woke up in Life Center, and you weren't there, I had begun to think that you has left me," he murmured, his eyes dropping away from that intent, searching gaze.  "I am so sorry, Rodolphus, that I ever doubted that you loved me."

          "No.  Don't be sorry.  By staying away from you for so long, I no doubt gave breed to such thoughts, helped to strengthen them, to grow.  Never again.  I so very nearly lost you, and had I known that you carried our child..."

          "I didn't know that.  I had no idea I was pregnant.  If I had...perhaps I would have done things a little differently."

          A grin.  "Or perhaps not," he said.  "My marriage to Bellatrix was a complete disaster from the very beginning, but I had no choice.  She was only ever a way to prove my loyalty to Riddle, and I was pretty sure she knew that.  I was so cold...dark...almost lost to that world that I had to create in order to bring down that madman.

          "I did things in the course of that assignment that I am not proud of, things that will very likely haunt me for the rest of my life.  Then you came into my life.  You brought me to life again, changed the path I was going down, knowing just how dangerously close I was to losing myself.  You brought me back with your warmth,  the way you fought back, taunting me...tempting me.  It didn't take me long to realize," he said as he tossed the last bit of Roark's clothing over the side of the king size bed, "that the longer I was away from you, the more I needed to be with you."

          "Rodolphus," he murmured, lifting his arms, only to have his hands captured, lifted over his head to be tied with silked scarves to one of the slats on the headboard.  "What is this then?" he asked with an arched brow.

          "Tonight is going to be all about you," he said as he finished tying the scarf around his left wrist.  "It has been one of my fantasies to have you tied to my bed, at my complete mercy.  They aren't too tight are they?"

          Roark tested the bonds, then shook his head.  "No, they're fine.  I love you, Rodolphus."

          "Just as I love you," he said as he knelt between his legs, his hands beginning to move over him, making him shiver.  "Tonight, I am going to prove that to you," he breathed his fingers found his nipples, began to play with them, making him arch with a gasp.  "I will never fail you again, Roark Christopher Durin Peverell Potter," he went on as he bent to press tender kisses down the scar.

          "Rodolphus."

          "I am going to make love to you," he told him, head bending, tongue laving over the right nipple, "make love to you as I have never made love to you before."