THE JOURNEY CONTINUES: FINDING KOBOL

          Draco looked between the two, getting the feeling that there was more there than met the eye.  He could almost see the palpable desire simmering just beneath the surface.  He also sensed that this second man was extremely dangerous, more so than Rodolphus, who held a very dangerous air around him like it was a second skin.

          It was part of what was drawing Draco to him.  That air of danger, as well as--  "Tell me, Lt., how's your father?"

          The question was so sudden, and so surprising, he turned to look at the blond man.  "My father?"

          The grin the man gave had Draco shuddering.  "Yes, your father.  Let me introduce myself.  Major Evan Rosier.  Some call me Hunter, or Assassin, because I hunt people that need to be dealt with, one way or the other."

          "Whyever would you be hunting my father?" came the defensive question.

           A grin, but he didn't answer as suddenly another voice broke in.  "Malfoy.  What do you want?" he asked, setting the tray full of glasses down.

          "He came to flirt with your husband."

          Roark's brow arched as he picked up two tumblers with a rich amber liquid in them, passed one to Evan, the other to Rodolphus.  "Really?  And how is that going?" he asked, reaching for the glass of wine, only for his hand to be caught.

          "Not very well.  He's just realized the one he wants is unavailable."

          Draco was, as he watched Rodolphus take Roark's hand and yank him down into his lap, bend his head to take his lips, indeed beginning to realize that Rodolphus Lestrange was beyond his reach.  Whistles and cat calls began from those around the table as he rose to his feet.

          "What?  Leaving so soon?"

          "Evan."

          "Fine, fine," he said, lifting his glass to sip, his dark blue eyes never leaving Draco's back as he quickly moved away.

          "Alright, what was that all about?" came the breathless question once the kiss had ended.

          "Hum...?"

          "Evan!"

          "Sorry, beautiful, it's restricted information."

          A deep sigh.  "Of course it is,"

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          Heartbeat and breathing slowly returned to normal, his body slowly coming down form the intense orgasm, he rolled to snuggle against his husband.  Rodolphus' right arm going around his shoulders, his hand moving lazily up and down his back.

          He moved, lifting himself onto his elbow, he looked down into his eyes.  "I can't stop wanting him," he said softly.  "Every time he kisses me..."

          "I know," came as softly.  "Roark, what do you want?"

          "I...don't know."

          "Yes, love, you do.  I love you, Roark, and I know you love me.  That you desire Evan is honestly no real surprise, especially as when he wants someone, he goes after him with a single minded purpose.  He did the same thing to me on Aquaria.  I know just how hard it is to resist him."  A grin.  "I also know just how hard it is to resist his kisses."

          "Did you love him?" came softly as he settled back against him, head in his shoulder, his right hand coming to rest on his chest.

          Rodolphus brought his left hand up, covered Roark's right, lifted it to press a kiss into his palm.  "Yes," he answered simply.  "I've been thinking."

          His head tilted back.  "About?"

          "Evan and me.  You and me.  Your reaction to Evan when he touches...KISSES you.  I'll ask again.  What do YOU want?"

          "I...I want..." a pause, then,  "I want Evan."