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When Le Chiffre manages to escape with his life in the Bahamas, he expected to be constantly on the run. He would maybe tip a few of the people who are after him so they can shoot each other in the foot and leave him out of it to spend the rest of his pocket money to play some dumpster fire of a poker game in a dingy bar.

He was escaping the bar fight that erupted after an accusatory word from a drunkard of him cheating. Lucky for him, he has been in enough games to know how to slip away when things get feisty.

Le Chiffre was grinning at his winnings he manages to snag for three weeks in a row so he hadn’t anticipated that today was the day that a certain annoying minou would find his rat hole.

A simple hard knock on the back of his neck renders him unconscious. Le Chiffre could only wish now that the fall had at least killed him. But no-

James Bond seats in front of him on a lavish looking couch with a small smile. To Le Chiffre it looks like a taunting act but if he were to find his way out of this… he will have to play the part…

To an outsider it just seemed like a rather relaxed rich boy teasing the poor waiter who looks uncomfortable with the look given to him ever since he entered the room. His expression doesn’t change anything as he bends over to offer him a glass of wine.

“Wine for you sir?” He asks through gritted teeth.

“Do you have a martini darl’?” Bond grins at him through a suave accent. Chiffre didn’t know whether to laugh or scowl at him. Bond didn’t need a new face or a new voice, his credentials that landed him in this party in the first place is more than enough to convince the other people in the room that he belonged here.

“Now now Mr Kowalski, don’t scare away the waiters, I want one too~” Mr glamour opposite him may as well be his partner with how over the top he looks.

Le Chiffre still doesn’t know what he is doing here other than being a source of entertainment to be kicked around. He is sure that with the lack of effort to hide his true identity that this was a MI6 mission. Why was he, a fugitive, on a MI6 mission? He has no idea.

He had only a few minutes of clarity after being knocked out when he was promptly threatened by the british spy as if Chiffre really made any effort to hide from the people who hunted him for years and was told to pretend to be a waiter and given a plate as soon as he was shoved through the back door.

Chiffre still isn’t sure if this was some elaborate prank from the agent but he might as well sneak a few glasses here and there and listen into the gossip that has been around the upper class lately.

He isn’t one to be sociable but it wasn’t like he doesn’t have anything better to do.

But then again… he smiles towards a few ladies who had been giving him some glances throughout the night. He can have some fun while he can…

Chiffre made the mistake of not realising that Bond is staring at him the whole time. He takes out a handkerchief seemingly to wipe his mouth but hidden underneath the cloth was a remote that he had saved just for the occasion.

Bond didn’t need to look to him to know that Chiffre’s face pales.

The chatter of the crowd manage to mask the soft sound but the vibration was loud to Chiffre’s ears. Gripping the tray he is holding tightly, he places it onto the counter before excusing himself towards the toilet.

There were many people socialising outside and the night is still young so there was no one but Chiffre in the toilet which is a good thing because the vibration is getting louder and Chiffre is sure as hell the spy didn’t tie a phone on his crotch.

No the vibrations was coming from inside of him.

Not really sure about to do with himself, he tries to calm himself down and planning to try for the backdoor. His mind is however fuzzy, unable to take the tight confines of his pants he was in a hurry to remove it he almost missed the soft knock on the door.

Why would anyone knock on an occupied cubical?

Chiffre had no idea what to expect when he recognises the voice behind the door.

“Open up Jean or I’ll turn it up.”

Chiffre glares at the door as if it would implode if he channeled all his anger through it and killed that insufferable spy. He can feel his eyepatch being soaked in blood.

His stubbornness promptly lasted a second however as the vibrator in his ass started vibrating quicker. Chiffre had to try two times for the lock to unlock the door, not bothering to cover himself. It wasn’t like the spy didn’t know what he was doing anyway.

This has to be personal revenge for playing with his balls... Chiffre chuckles as he leans back against the wall, barely able to stand without shaking and it's not just because of the vibrations against his prostate.

Bond didn’t expect for himself to pause at Chiffre’s dishevelled state. Drinking in the sight of the former financer’s flushed face and wet eye, he enters the cubicle and locks the door behind him.

Chiffre isn’t meeting his eyes, stubbornly staring down at the toilet seat like it offended him. He isn’t touching himself either, hoping that the spy would get whatever he want and stop on his own, expecting him to take charge.

Instead, he simply pulls down the toilet seat and sits there, looking up at Chiffre with a smile as he finally meets his eyes to wordlessly ask him what he wants with a frown.

Bond stares into his eye for a moment, watching it water a little from effort.

“I can turn it on to the highest setting you know?” Bond smirks after Chiffre continues to remain silent, waving the remote in his hand around. “I can do this all day.”

“What do you want?” Chiffre asks through gritted teeth. He had been doing well right? With what he had… what did he do wrong?

Bond raises his eyebrows like he expected something else, like maybe a punch in his pretty face.

Chiffre glares at him but with his hair slightly out of place, cheeks flushed and cock leaking, it only looks petulant. Chiffre swallows not only his spit but his pride, he has gotten this far after all.

“What do you want from me? sir-”

Just that one extra word almost took his entire breath from him. Chiffre thought being weak might appeal to the spy’s softer side but Bond doesn’t seem all that affected by him. Maybe it was the spy training he did.

There wasn’t much space between them so it only took Bond raising his hand to be able to wrap his arms around Chiffre. Half expecting to be hit, his legs buckle not out of pain but the vibrator inside of him, torturing him, definitely not because of fear.

Bond’s hand is cold but it warms up with Chiffre’s flushed cheeks and oddly gentle, like he was holding something fragile.

“You cannot look at anyone but me… understand? Remember that you are my… prisoner…”

Chiffre is distracted, sure, but he isn’t too far gone to be confused about Bond’s words… right? He is definitely speaking in English.

He simply nods eagerly first, just wanting the assault on his prostate to stop.

Bond didn’t immediately stop it however and takes both Chiffre’s hands into one and a handkerchief in the other. With a stroke and another, Chiffre would be embarrassed by how easily he came from just that if he weren’t basking in relief of the release.

Chiffre slumps against Bond’s leg as the spy shifts above him. When he came to, he found the hand that held his wrists together is now stroking his hair. Bond watches as the gears behind Chiffre’s eyes churn.

He finds it mildly amusing that Chiffre was trying to read the situation. He didn’t think he still had it in him after watching him waste his life away in some dark alley.

He was just supposed to keep an eye on him. But when he saw his chance, he couldn't help but take it.

Bond tells himself that this was his chance to take his revenge. But all that fire was snuffed out after losing everything for the sake of his mission… now… he just feels… empty.

He wonders if Chiffre feels empty too. He can change that for him.

Bond wastes no time however when they get back to their hotel to rip his clothes apart like an animal, no sign of that restraint in the toilet. It wasn’t like it's his anyway and Chiffre had to cope with the situation by wondering if he does this for his female partners too.

He makes no effort to fight Bond even if he doesn't trap his hands, there is the empty man that is frivolous with his life. Bond thinks that maybe, just maybe, he is just as alone as he is.

But Chiffre would rather be intimate with anyone else.

So it must have been bad… whatever it was for Chiffre to bare his neck for Bond. Bond pushes Chiffre on the bed and starts to undress himself. Chiffre makes no move to help him as Bond’s mouth is eagerly onto him in a blink of an eye.

Chiffre wasn’t joking when he said that it would be such a shame for that body to be broken by torture but other than a few new scars, his physique is broad if not broader than the last time he saw it. Chiffre's heart flutters like a little bird, trapped between a tower of muscle. Was it fear or arousal? Chiffre doesn't really know.

Might be envy if he was ever willing to admit to himself.

But for someone who is supposed to be his enemy he is being rather tender with him right now, kissing every inch of his body, leaving goosebumps along his skin.

Chiffre watches Bond though his foggy eyes as he poured a generous amount of lube, which Chiffre doesn’t even want to know if there was a gadget in the spy’s arsonal that covers that of all things, onto his fingers. But then he suddenly remembers the woman whom Bond seems to love so much. Maybe the lube wasn't meant for him.

Chiffre tries his best not to squirm when a finger prods into him. Probably not the first time it was in there given the device placed inside of him but it was the first time he was consciously feeling it.

He has no idea where the controller is but a sudden buzzing on his prostate helps a little to mask the pain of the stretch.

The spy didn’t need to take care of him but he does, making sure he is thoroughly stretched and lubed up before slowly entering Chiffre.

Chiffre groans, arching his back as Bond’s tip pushes the vibrator deeper. He digs his nails into Bond’s shoulder, not pushing him away but it was enough to hurt a little. Bond is more busy trying not to be too over eager and just fucking Chiffre into the ground.

If anyone were to see them now, they wouldn’t believe that they were enemies just a few years ago.

“Where is that brutality I’ve heard so much about?” Chiffre asks in a whisper through rough pants.

Bond pauses for a moment, they were having what is supposed to be a mindless act yet each movement had calculation behind it. Bond however seems to take a little while to catch up with Chiffre.

“I’m a gentle lover,” Bond smiles, deciding not to give him the satisfaction. “Deal with it.”

Chiffre narrows his eyes but doesn’t say anything else but breath heavily as Bond continues to piston into him and increasing the setting of the vibrator. Despite going at a pace he isn’t quite used to, the vibrator and tight walls of Chiffre was enough to send him over the edge.

Chiffre arches his back, squinting watery eyes meeting bright blue ones as he stills inside of him. Bond hadn’t felt as much disgust as he believed himself to have when he fucked him, he also hadn’t escaped into an illusion where this wasn’t the guy who tortured his balls that are clearly working.

Bond pushes that thought to the back of his mind as he buries his face into the crook of Chiffre’s neck, riding out the rest of his orgasm.

Bond didn’t need to take care of him but strokes Chiffre’s stiff cock until he cums in just a few, still new to this feeling of pleasure, he is unable to control his reactions.

Chiffre squeezes his eyes shut, breathing steady as he waits for his heart to calm down as Bond pulls out from inside him. It was a bad idea but Chiffre does feel a little sleepy. He moves to remove his eyepatch and Bond takes it to put it to the side.

It seems that Bond would be spending the night which is reckless given Chiffre could just kill him right there. But as soon as the thought entered his head, he was lulled into sleep.

When he wakes up, still alive and with the light of day shining through the curtains, he is thoroughly confused.

If he was to be captured by the MI6, he was sure that he would be in a padded cell where they could monitor him at all times and not sleep with their agent.

The bed is empty save for the sheets covering his body and a pile of freshly laundered clothes. It’s cold… either the guy never spent the night or he got up early.

He looks past the eyepatch, not really needing it right now, he walks to the bathroom to find it empty as well.

Chiffre uses the bathroom like it is his own. He doesn’t feel disgusted either if that was what the spy was expecting. He himself hadn’t thought about what he expected when having sex with his enemy, who just so happens to be his first man, would be like.

He fumbles with the hair tie that made him look presentable at the party and looks at the mirror. He had let his hair and beard grow to hide his face. His hair isn’t completely cut to the length it was when he first met the spy but it’s a lot smoother and his beard had been trimmed to be presentable.

It was still a far cry from the boyish looks that helped with his ability to charm the ladies. Bond surprises him again by leaving an unopened shaving kit on the rack beside the sink. He can kill the spy with that but instead, he uses it for its intended purpose.

Deciding that there was enough time to look even more presentable, he steps into the shower and lets his mind wonder. If Bond was wondering if Chiffre had any ulterior motives… sure he was pandering towards the spy to hope that he won’t be treated too badly. But a part of him is bored of the life he had made for himself.

Sure he was winning against plebs, but it wasn’t like he can use the money to buy a fancy sports car or watch that can either identify him or be easily stolen. It is nice to indulge in nice food every once in a while at least instead of having pizza everyday.

He was wasting his life, sure, but he cannot be that lonely… right? He had a few lays during his time hiding but… he was sure that he was as straight as a ruler. (Even though none of them really lasted)

But he had… enjoyed it… last night… did he?

Chiffre leans against the shower wall, deep in his turmoil as he lets the sound of running water be background noise, he doesn't hear the door open. He didn’t want to lock the door in case the spy starts barging in, guns blazing, but Bond isn’t worried about Chiffre hiding something.

Bond sighs and buries his face into Chiffre’s neck and he lets him. Chiffre is tense however, as if expecting Bond to kill him. But Bond doesn’t, he had proved that he wasn’t going to hurt Chiffre last night but he was patient, they were going to have a long time to build trust after all.

It was clear that Bond was only doing this because he wants information. But anytime he isn’t interrogating him, he can let himself pretend that this was something that can make his life comfortable again.

Bond doesn’t touch nor fuck him despite their physical intimacy. He simply reaches for the shampoo and starts washing himself. Chiffre had the scent of soap on him when Bond was kissing the mark he had made during their escapade last night.

He had to take care of things last night after Chiffre was knocked out cold but he cannot stop thinking about the man in his bed.

Since Chiffre is done, he lets Bond use the shower and wordlessly walks out of the bathroom. Chiffre only relaxed when Bond didn't chase after him. He is still waiting for things to quickly blow up in his face. At least he has a proper shirt now.

“Behave yourself,” Bond simply says before grabbing his bag and gestures his head to the side, prompting Chiffre to follow him.

Chiffre hadn’t been as chatty as he was when he was before but he continues to be obedient so Bond isn’t going to complain.

But he can see the appeal for the first time since his last flame despite the eyepatch, his pretty looks cannot help but shine through and maybe if there was something he could fight for his eyes would be pretty as well.

Well they still are despite looking dead inside. Bond tries not to crash their car by glancing at Chiffre who feels the glances but doesn’t squirm as much as he wants to. Chiffre simply stares out the window, missing the comfort and convenience of a car.

Chiffre isn’t really sure what Bond is expecting but they didn’t exactly stop by the most luxurious hotel. They stop by the motel and he wasn’t really sure if he was supposed to stay in the car.

His sense of self preservation had dulled and decided that since Bond had turn off the engine that he was supposed to follow him. Dying after having sex and a nice shower is not the worst way to go. He might be in for some good ol’ fashion torture but there was no need to go all this way for torture, he was going to give Bond whatever he wanted if he simply asked, if he could still be useful anyway.

Instead of stopping in an alleyway or in an empty room, they stop outside a room that is clearly occupied with the sound of hushed voices inside of the room.

Chiffre watches the spy work, taking out something small that he can’t really see from his angle as he presses his face towards the wall. But it wasn’t the contents of their conversation he was after. Chiffre leans against the wall, there weren't many people but two people loitering around the hallway was suspicious enough so Bond gave him a gesture that seems to be to wait here. If it meant something else then Bond should have used a better gesture.

But he stays put as he was near to the other door, it just seems like he was waiting for someone. Bond walks towards the other end of the hallway and disappears around the corner.

“I’m telling you, there won’t be another night, so I suggest you make use of your time wisely,” the man with a shaven stubble and a mustache with a suit and glasses smiles at his lady with wavy red hair and irises like emeralds. It was clear that they belong in a fancy hotel, but they had to use the motel to be covert.

The giggles and creaking inside the room is loud without Chiffre needing to press his ears against the wall. Chiffre should just go back to the car… the sounds inside are making him feel a little shameful. Only because of what happened last night of course.

Bond finally returns, he still has the gadget in his ear. He takes a lockpick from inside his pocket and used the noise inside to mask only the littlest of sounds. He has his gun out and kicks open the door, scaring its occupants.

“Freeze!”

Only the lady did grab the sheets but the man, disorientated, raises his hands in surrender until he realise that there was no way he was being arrested for anything he covered up.

“What is the meaning of this?!”

Bond watches as the lady ignores his orders and picks up her clothes. The door to the bathroom suddenly bursts open. Making the woman scream, Bond immediately goes to shoot at the man that had emerged. He looks like one of a henchmen. He tackles Bond, pushing his gun to the side but Bond is sure to not only lose the gun but uses his leg to kick him in the nuts.

Not the grace he wanted but he was willing to do anything to complete his mission.

The man on the bed uses the chance to put on his pants and escape with the lady and they would have been able to with the door wide open if they didn’t crash into the door that suddenly closed.

They were so focused on Bond and the bodyguard that they didn’t see Chiffre close the door. Chiffre looks at the man’s face in amusement as it makes a face shaped hole in the door.

It’s definitely the cheapest motel if the door can be broken that easily.

Chiffre wasn’t going to help Bond when he is much better suited to fights than him but hey, at least he caught the guy for him and gave him a concussion so he wasn’t going anywhere.

Bond easily takes out the bodyguard by strangling him. The woman stared at the both men in horror before pulling Bond by the hair. Bond grits his teeth, he wasn’t one to hit a woman so he was far gentler but still rough when he pulls at her arm, leading her to easily land onto the unconscious body of the bodyguard.

She was brave but disorientated after being slammed onto something not really that soft.

Bond sighs, massaging his wrist where the bodyguard grabbed.

He’d say the mission is quite the success other than the collateral that is the motel’s door but Chiffre was able to weave a story for the people at room service and when Bond was finished with removal of the bodies, he gestures for Bond’s card. He wasn’t going to use his own money for the spy’s mission, MI6 would have given him an allowance anyway.

Not the millions of dollars he used in the poker game but it was more than enough to cover the door at least.

Bond decides that Chiffre passes the first test he had for him. Now that he is sure that Chiffre had completely given up and instead of wasting away at MI6, can be useful for him during missions.

It was hilarious, him, choosing his own partner when he works alone most of the time. Chiffre doesn’t see nor hear any of the people that helped him during their casino arc so none of them really recognised him as long as he let his hair loose.

Bond liked the ponytail look but that would be saved for more private missions where the other operatives aren’t present.

“Didn’t you die?” An agent asks in amusement as he tries to peek inside the car which was still running only to be blocked by Bond.

“Won’t be the first time,” Bond smiles.

“Well, you’re given a whole mansion to yourself if you want to look important enough to meet the head, this organisation, Evius, is a little more slippery than the ones you are used to, so make sure you don’t make a huge spectacle of it.”

Bond doesn’t promise that will happen and they finally reach the mansion they will be staying in.

Chiffre had been bored and grabbed a cap to take a nap without worrying about hiding his face even when Bond was attentive to all the possibilities that someone was watching them.

Instead of waking him up normally however, Bond decides to flip the switch.

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“Come on now, we need to train you to be able to take more than this,” Bond tutted at him like he is a child, prompting Chiffre to glare at him. He hadn’t stopped the vibration since they entered and he had time to slowly take a bottle of wine from the kitchen and have him replay the scene at the party.

The vibrator was alright at the low setting but Bond hadn’t stopped increasing the volume, not giving him more than a minutes to adjust. He should just drop the glass onto the floor but Bond simply let that setting settle inside of him for a little longer for him to get used to it.

“Drop the glass and I will increase it,” Bond threatens as it takes Chiffre a few seconds too long to lower the glass towards Bond as he sits onto the couch with a not so innocent under the surface smile. (roll credits ding!)

Chiffre didn’t know which is worse, torture or this. His pants are, again, too tight for it to be comfortable. But it sure as hell is doing something to Bond if he was just going to stare at his pelvis like admiring his work as he takes the glass from Chiffre.

There were two, Chiffre wanted to reach for it when Bond raises a finger to stop him.

“You are not to drink that or touch yourself, if you do I’ll be sure you won’t live comfortably,” Bond replies.

Chiffre snorts at the choice of words as if he was comfortable now. It however doesn't go unnoticed by Bond.

“Or do you want pain instead?” Bond asks in amusement.

Chiffre hurriedly shakes his head. But there was something else he can do to spite Bond. There was no need to play around, he grabs the glass of wine anyway and Bond made the mistake of looking at him with raised eyebrows as wine splashes at Bond’s face and Chiffre has the satisfaction of watching it trickle down as Bond close his eyes with a frown.

It wasn’t wise to poke the boundaries of his captor but Chiffre hadn’t been able to make any informed decisions he made since he was truly comfortable. Besides, he didn't say he couldn't spill the drink, he should really choose his words carefully-

The good thing is he can put the tray down now. Bond didn’t even look at the switch and started spamming the button to turn it to the highest setting.

Chiffre groans as he drops to his knees. The vibration ripples through his entire body, making his legs weak. True to his word, he doesn’t touch himself but presses his back against the cabinet for an anchor. It was hard to hear Bond when he was speaking given the vibration was in his ear.

It took him a moment to come back to himself a little. Bond studies his trembling figure for a moment before grabbing Chiffre roughly by the arm. Bond was able to control himself when they were in the bathroom. But if Chiffre had been in his clear mind he would have noticed Bond losing his cool here, his heat hardening his cock as he roughly pulls him onto his lap.

If he were to turn it on its highest setting back at the party, it was sure to get attention even if it was noisy around them.

Bond sits back onto the couch and lets Chiffre lean his forehead against his shoulder before taking both their dicks in his hand and starts stroking feverishly. Chiffre could only shiver and watch as he breathes deeply into his shirt. His noises are soft even after being simulated like this, it still makes him cute when his eyes lost its focus like that.

It didn’t take that long for Bond to cum and for Chiffre to shortly follow suit. They were equals like that, even if Bond wants to hear Chiffre beg and call for his name, he has to remind himself to be patient. Chiffre leans back, Bond’s arm being the only thing that prevents him from falling off the couch.

Bond pulls Chiffre closer, stroking his butt as a form of mock comfort. Was that too possessive? Chiffre was simply too lost in the afterglow to be able to comprehend anything. The buzzing in Chiffre's ass was still loud but it was clear that Chiffre was too tired to get up again so Bond turns it off as he takes off their stained clothes and leaves Chiffre on the couch for a minute or two with his jacket draped over him.

Chiffre thought that it was the end of it but he should have expected Bond to come over and pick him up. He was slightly jolt awake by the sudden movement despite how slowly Bond carried him but he knows he can get into his good graces by letting him do whatever he wants and letting him think that he loves this princess treatment no matter how much he wanted to kick and scream at him.

Whatever was left of his pride is probably thrown out the window. But Bond knew better than to let his guard down at any point in time. He doesn’t sleep with Chiffre and gives him cuddles. Chiffre assumes that in this big mansion Bond is sleeping one of the other rooms.

Chiffre did test the door and walked around the mansion for a little bit after waiting for about an hour, staring up at the ceiling, doing calculations to keep himself awake. He made the mistake of taking the inhaler with him which he hadn’t thought that Bond would bug it to track his movements and voice like before, he also didn’t think to check for cameras because he didn't really care about surveillance.

He didn’t escape though, because if he did, Bond was ready to punish him.

He didn’t try the doors either, not trusting it to be trapped or make a loud sound that would alert the spy.

Bond watches as he loots the pantry before going back to sleep. He is also quite surprised that Chiffre didn’t try to escape given the windows are locked from the inside, Chiffre can easily escape through the windows if not the front door.

Bond had known the man’s name for a while but didn’t seem right to use it, even in his head. So he decides to put the cypher's skills to good use.

By use it means that he has to reveal the plans to him. Chiffre could escape with the plans and inform the enemy organisation and get back his way of life from before. But the ‘reasonable rate of return’ was too much of a gamble that almost cost his life the last time he tried it.

A better person would have reformed his lifestyle. But Chiffre isn’t one and he is well aware of that fact, a part of him will always want to go back to that old life... and in a way, he hadn't left it yet, he is simply on the fence, ready to abandon the mission it becomes too much. He wished Bond would give him a knife at least.

Chiffre is wearing a black surgical mask and his eyepatch again as they were with other agents. Once they were alone, he noticed something.

“What happened to the girl you were so fond of?” Chiffre asks in amusement. “She didn’t like your job so you are replacing her with me?”

Bond freezes as he adjusts his cufflinks.

“Didn’t think you were the unfaithful type-”

Chiffre didn’t know if he was doing this to annoy him after giving them a decent plan of action.

“She’s dead.”

“Oh…” Chiffre looks away as an agent walks past them. “My condolences… but she can’t be that bad for you to switch lanes-”

The agent hurriedly takes the items they came in to take and almost trips over the carpet on their way out as Bond glances at Chiffre with a pointed look who smiles innocently.

“Okay Jean, since you want to play.”

Chiffre eyes widen at the name but it could be just Bond’s bullshit luck but he had something else to worry about as the vibration was threatening to expose him.

“Okay! Okay! I apologise sir!”

Bond snorts at the salutation and switches it off. Chiffre sighs, thinking about all the things that would turn him off… which he came up blank now that he thinks about it but before he could fuss about it, they were told that they needed to go.

Bond nudges Chiffre which irritated him a little but at least the lack of enthusiasm of being in the field was enough to calm him down.

Chiffre’s job was simple, which was to watch Bond’s location on the monitor and listen to him breathing while he infiltrates the warehouse.

One of the agents called Wright was with him through every step of the way. He is just there to help Chiffre whenever he can, he seems to be a young one, younger than him anyway.

He seems curious about what this guy’s relation was to James Bond and has this misconception that he seems to be his most trusted guy Bond has given he was the one supporting the agent.

Chiffre can feel the light from eyes shining from his side.

“Do you mind?” Chiffre grumbles, covering the microphone in his earpiece to dismiss the agent beside him who has done nothing but stare at him.

“S-sorry-” Wright stammers before giving him space which is not much given they were in the back of a truck. The driver takes one look at the front view mirror and decides to roll the divider up.

“You didn’t teach me any code words or what exactly am I supposed to be looking out for,” Chiffre grumbles into the earpiece, not caring that he’d look like an amature to the other agent in the room, because he is, there was no point in hiding it.

It takes a while for Bond to reply. “Just make sure that I’m going the right way and prepare for anything I ask for.”

Chiffre rolls his eyes. “You can’t memorise a map?”

Bond can but it was what Chiffre was supposed to do anyway. He wasn’t going to be much use in the field, he would have been breathing too loud or walking too loud… he might never even stop talking. Some people do that when they are nervous.

“Can you see if there are any guards beyond that door? Click the infrared setting.”

Chiffre frowns, finding it immediately and changing the screen to his bodycam.

“Well there are people in there but I do not know if they are guards,” Chiffre grumbles. “They are armed though…”

“Got it.”

Chiffre thinks that Bond might exercise caution after hearing that they are armed but the resulting gunshots gave Chiffre the impression that he didn’t.

“James?” Chiffre asks.

There is a long pause where the agent behind him seem to have an indescribable expression on his face like he is snooping into some scandalous affair.

“Don’t call me that…” Bond’s voice pants into the intercom as the moving of something heavy can be heard near him. “You’ll never know who is listening.”

His voice is playful, like he was talking to a woman he is dating. Bond doesn’t notice the stray henchman watching him from outside the room but another agent did, it was just quick bullet to the head did Bond drop the body he was moving to check out what was the noise.

“Hello double o seven, as careless as ever I see…”

Chiffre frowns as he hears them both talking like old friends. He was swirling in a pit that made him a little envious of how easy it is for Bond to make friends and carry out his plans. If only he had people that were competent in his ranks when he was part of an organisation that is out to only kill him. He only realised that there was breathing way too close to him after a beat later.

Chiffre glares at the agent who immediately straightens when their eyes meet before going back to his position pressed up against the wall.

Bond doesn’t talk about the mission at all once they are done. Not about the organisation that was hunting him for years, not about the plans that he is making for his former enemies.

He simply takes whatever Bond gives him in stride, which makes Bond a little irritated that he seems relaxed even though he is supposed to be his prisoner. He was supposed to be hating everything Bond was doing to him, ordering him around, letting him be used for his pleasure.

Bond gets a little bit of satisfaction however during the days where he can laze around and watch Chiffre as he shuffles towards the bathroom with remnants of himself dripping between his thighs which are litered with bite marks courtesy of the spy.

But his time to fool around was cut short as usual as another mission came in but this time it was a threat that didn’t require over the top planning but Bond brings Le Chiffre there anyway.

They needed to help with a threat. Bond just needs to get in and take out the guards one by one. Chiffre is left in the car, watching as the soldiers that were sent to deal with it negotiates with the leader.

Though it was not someone he recognise, he seems rather out of place with his black fashionable coat, lack of shirt, sunglasses and styled hair.

Style was something he loved but didn’t bother with. Would Bond liked it more if he wore more revealing clothes? He has to wonder as it was his first time ever attempting to woo a man before. He wasn’t really got at it even if he had to flirt to save his life, he sure as hell wouldn’t be able to.

So the question was: why him and not somebody else? Was it really because he was an enemy that he wanted to make him suffer like this? Or was it something else? It was hard to read the spy despite reading him easily at the poker table.

Or maybe it was because Bond himself doesn’t know why. But both of them are too blinded by their ego to see it.

Seraphin sighs, this was getting nowhere he might as well blow the whole crowd and be done with it.

“I want money is that so much to ask for?” He grumbles.

“Yes it is-”

Seraphin gasps and quickly turns around to find his guards all on the ground and someone pointing a gun at him. This is just great, he shouldn’t have to get out of bed for this.

“I don’t have time for dis-” Seraphin grumbles before kicking Bond’s gun aside with a kick.

Bond hadn’t expect the guy to actually attack given he doesn’t seem like the type to but that’s just the ploy.

Seraphin smirks as he swiftly attacks him, hitting him… well tickling more like but Bond isn’t able to catch him. He is too slippery for that.

“Hold your fire!”

The soldier exclaims but one of them didn’t listen and in turn has the whole squad firing at them. Chiffre curses under his breath and exits the car.

“What the hell are you guys doing?!” Chiifre exclaims. It was only a while before the squad stopped firing. Bond and Seraphin managed to get into cover but in the midst of the chaos Bond lost sight of Seraphin.

“Fire! Fire!”

He could only hear his voice and the firing of rockets at the jeeps parked as a cover for the soldiers. It may block bullets but it doesn’t block explosions aimed at the tyres too well.

The commander could only look around helplessly as their jeeps get destroyed he didn’t notice a rocket aimed straight for him.

Chiffre realises that this may be his only way out. Logic be damned, he pushes the commander out of the way a second before they fire the launcher. Before the rocket could hit him however, Bond tackles him to the side.

There may be shrapnel flying all over the place but at least no one got blown to pieces.

“Are you crazy?!” Bond exclaims, fussing over him like he wasn’t the closest to the rocket.

Chiffre blinks at him like he’s got three heads or something. But they would be able to talk more if the sound of bullets firing didn’t inform them that they were still in the middle of a fight. Chiffre tugs at his shirt before Bond, just because it’s faster, pulls Chiffre with him.

Chiffre lands squarely onto his pelvis and Bond can only curse the man. Why is he always busting his balls?! He much rather he'd stayed inside. He tosses Chiffre to the side before rising to go back into the fray supposedly but is being kept down by the spray of bullets from a rapid fire machine gun.

Chiffre huffs before using his inhaler. He used way too much energy for that one guy like he wasn't the reason he was in this position in the first place. But he hadn't expected to be saved.

“Why did you save me? You could have been rid of me…” Chiffre mutters in question while they were back home, with Chiffre standing stark naked in front of the window, swirling a glass of wine in his hand. If he had robes and sunglasses he would have looked like a rich guy.

“We still need you,” Bond grumbles, not really wanting to thinking about it, he much rather think of how Chiffre is still standing when he is at the receiving end of it. He stares at the curves of his ass far longer than he needed to if he had laser eyes it would have burnt a hole through the window.

“You haven’t interogated me about my conspirators since you had me,” Chiffre frowns as he downs the rest of the wine.

“Well there wasn’t really any need for that now… they would have changed a lot since you last worked with them because we dismantled it,” Bond mutters.

“Dismantle?” Chiffre frowns. “Even if you kill the head it’s like a hydra, someone is just going to replace them…”

“Yeah well but you won’t be useful for that anymore… we've defeated basically everyone you would know..."

“And yet… I’m still here… why?”

Bond didn’t really mean to shrug but he guessed that the sex really loosened his walls more than Chiffre’s did.

It’s not like he doesn’t know. There was more to it than just his intellect that they needed but Bond was willing to feed into that carefully crafted veil between Chiffee and himself.

The reason is right there staring at him in the face… and yet… Bond is doing his utmost to ignore it.

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“You don’t have to treat me like a princess you know, I’m not your girlfriend,” Chiffre huffs as the slow drag of Bond inside of him pauses.

“But that’s all you’ll ever be,” Bond hisses into his ear, tickling it with hot breaths. “Her replacement.”

Chiffre smiles at that. Bond didn’t know what it meant at the time but he snaps his hips harsher because Chiffre is right, he doesn’t have to be gentle with him and he seems to like it given the way he tilts his head back and spreads his legs further.

“Fuck!”

The next day Chiffre was exempted from work because his back was killing him which regresses Bond back to the princess treatment he was talking about but he was patient.

Bond had scolded him for pushing himself too much when he couldn't even walk to the kitchen without his legs shaking.

“Are you nuts?!” One of the female agents exclaims, Bond just wants to get the mission over quickly just so he won’t need to leave Chiffre alone but that meant taking the same risks he would have taken…before…

Well it wasn’t like there was much to live for… all there was, was the mission.

But he hadn’t felt like that for a while… a moment… a warm body in his arms… was all it took for him to take being a spy seriously again.

“Was there really no one else that can do this? Surely this can’t be healthy for you either,” Chiffre muses as he steals the wine glass from Bond’s hand. He was feeling generous and laid in bed, Chiffre was talking about the chess match that they were watching and pointing out how stupid the competitors are but Bond wasn’t really listening so he isn’t really sure what led to that conversation so he could only dumbly hum in confusion.

Chiffre frowns up at Bond who looks like a dumb golden retriever with his stinkin’ bright blue eyes.

“How do you get those eyes to be so blue anyway? Is there something you put to-” Chiffre raises his hands like he was going to gorge Bond’s eyeballs out so Bond pushes his hand away and grabs the wine glass back.

“Why do you ask so many questions without letting me answer?” Bond scoffs. “If you don’t want answers then don’t bother me.”

“Well it just seems like you weren’t paying attention… when I asked you in the middle of me talking about the queen’s gambit whether you shit your pants you agreed with me-”

Bond frowns, “Did I?” That was careless… he shouldn’t really be this relaxed around Chiffre but he cannot help it with the glasses of wine he had already drank.

Usually Bond leaves Chiffre after sex to sleep in his own room where he can lock the doors but instead Chiffre decides to turn on the TV instead of sleeping, they were already drinking so Bond might as well continue so here they were… Bond fighting sleep and Chiffre looking like he fits snugly in Bond’s arms.

Chiffre was watching a buffoon embarrass himself when he hear soft snores above him. Chiffre frowns before glancing up at Bond, trying not to move too much but Bond seems to be in such a deep sleep, the wine glass had rolled out of his hand and landed onto the carpet with a soft thud yet it still didn’t wake the spy up.

At least the glass was empty. He could shatter the cup and stab him, right there in the neck. Or he can simply hit him on the head with the lamp or bucket if he wants heavier.

Yet he turns back to the TV and the next thing he knows… it is morning… or sometime in the morning anyway.

He had fallen asleep while the channel changed into a nature documentary, now its a cooking show and he wants food… Chiffre goes to the kitchen, again another place where he can go all stabby stabby but he doesn’t.

Instead he makes coffee, usually they go out for food, they wouldn’t trust each other with food for obvious reasons but the fridge is filled anyway for if they were feeling something small for themselves.

If Chiffre wasn’t here he suspects the kitchen will never be used for anything other than coffee. He prepares breakfast for two just because he never sees Bond really eat breakfast, usually it’s just coffee and go and Chiffre would usually get takeout with him.

So Bond is slightly disoriented to not only find food on the table but Chiffre to be up and early, even worse was he was in Chiffre’s bed instead of his own… it was sloopy, he could have been killed in his sleep.

But then again, he felt like he had been helpless with himself, his moral code had made him a spy, the sacrifices he made for the country… How long was it going to take?

He was going to serve the people for as long as he breathed. But how much heartbreak can he take? He was only human after all… Chiffre walks in to check if he was still awake to find him staring at the window at the end of the bed, when he enters, the bright blue unblinking eyes unnerves him but he stands his ground anyway. Bond was just wondering if he’d feel the heartbreak when Chiffre eventually betrays him… or worse… died when he could have saved him.

But why would he? He asks as his eyes turned to the breakfast that he made him.

Chiffre frowns as he carries the tray of breakfast into the room because he had made eggs and toast and didn’t want it to get cold.

Chiffre places a hand onto his forehead, to check his temperature maybe but Bond’s reflexes were too heightened when he was deep in thought so his hand was grabbed before he could touch his skin.

Chiffre doesn’t look impressed.

“If I were going to kill you I’d do it yesterday night,” Chiffre snorts, “The food isn’t poisoned either, if something were to happen I don’t want to be left defenseless,” he reasoned.

Bond hates that he sounds reasonable, it makes him seem like the crazy one. Crazy meant lack of control and he didn’t like that and neither should Chiffre. Bond pulls Chiffre onto the bed anyway, he was wearing a shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned, presenting himself like the whore he is.

Chiffre huffs in surprise but didn’t fight as Bond breaks his skin with his teeth like an animal. Chiffre tenses underneath him, good, fear was needed to regain control.

While it seemed like Bond might just eat his throat out, his bites turns into rough kisses. It was late in the morning and they probably had a mission but Bond didn’t care. He didn’t penetrate him however, he simply played Chiffre like a fiddle, like he knew the instrument for years, inciting delicious pants and soft moans Chiffre.

It was a little bit of improvement from his silence but Chiffre’s expression is enough for him to lose all sense of self control. But control is what he must have. He calms himself as he buries his face into Chiffre’s shoulders as he strokes him, fast and hard.

Chiffre’s hands are on his shoulders but not pushing him away as usual, he isn’t digging his nails into his shoulder either and leaving a mark like he used to. He is disorientated, but seems oddly relaxed underneath Bond. He jerks to a stop to frown at Chiffre but at the same time Chiffre spasms and cums in his hands, dirtying his shirt and Bond’s pyjamas.

Chiffre trembles underneath him and Bond had already forgotten what he was thinking about when Chiffre was reaching towards his belt. Bond slaps his hand away, he actually has work today and he takes the coffee and toast in his mouth before leaving the room.

Chiffre lays in bed for a moment, still breathing heavily and looking at the door where Bond had left blankly. Well it was not his problem if he didn’t want to be taken care of. He frowns down at his shirt, MI6 had taste in choosing his clothes at least so he was a little sad that it was ruined but he can always ask for more.

If he had known that being under MI6 protection was going to be this luxurious, he would have folded sooner. But then again, his pride won’t necessarily take it.

“Where is your pretty friend?” Agent Muskrat muses as he blows smoke towards Bond who narrows his eyes at him, not gracing him with an answer. Le Chiffre was supposed to be a secret, letting him out was already making the upper management anxious they even considered giving him plastic surgery.

“If you want to make him useful… the drive you stole gave us a lot of information, the person you are looking for is Ethan Brown also known as Regina, he is a high ranking official at the very least, he loves guys like your little friend, use him as bait and you get someone on the inside-”

“Out of the question!” Wright exclaims and sinks into himself as both senior agents gave him a withering stare for speaking out of line.

“The squirt is right,” Bond replies and Wright would have fainted right there if he weren’t trained to stand in a serious position for long periods of time. “He is a VIP, what you are suggesting is ludicrous.”

“I know who he is double o seven,” Muskrat snorts. “I’ve read the spectre files, what can a lowly gambler give the british government?”

Bond frowns but doesn’t grace him with an answer. He had pulled strings to get Le Chiffre here… he wasn’t going to let him go that easily.

“Are you really going to be selfish now? After all you’ve sacrificed? More people will die if this organisation is stopped, are you willing to let innocent agents be defiled while you protect a murderer?” He hisses.

He is right, there was a good candidate here, despite his affliction, he had a charm he is sure most people would swoon over if his personality weren’t so trash. No one would mourn him if he got hurt, especially Bond.

Still, he brings the idea to Le Chiffre, curious as to what his reaction would be.

“Sure.”

Bond stares at him like he had just grown another head.

Chiffre shrugs, “I’m used to charming my way out of things, you’d be surprise the amount of weaseling I’ve done with just my face.” He smirks as if the spotlight is on him, it only made scoff at Chiffre in disgust.

But there was still a little bit of worry nonetheless. Was he worried for Chiffre’s safety or the fact that there wouldn’t be anyone to have sex with? Given the frequency he hopes Bond doesn’t go too crazy.

When he took the idea to M however, he seems less enthusiastic about it.

“We don’t know if Spectre had anything to do with this organisation… if they did not only did they cover their tracks better than we expect but not only that they would have one of their people back into the ranks,” M frowns as he continues however Bond doesn’t seem all that interested because he has taught of that after all…

“-yes well you were the one who destroyed the organisation, I’d expect you to do well to remember what they are capable of,” M sighs.

Of course, how can he forget? He had lost so much because of this mission… he wasn’t going to lose anyone else. The faster they get to the head of the hydra the better.

Bond wishes he didn’t have to do the delivery himself, however, his form threatening to break the longer he had to wait for this Regina to enter, he is sure that Ethan Brown isn’t really his name…

Le Chiffre is wrapped up in a nice little present for their guest of honor on the dining table and somehow he was supposed to be the guard that kidnapped him. Hard to believe that such an allusive organisation would just let anyone in here, Bond hardly had to do anything and everything has been sorted out for him.

So him being here was really just torture, it's like a kid who is forced to give up his toy for a 'better cause' like growing up or something.

The door throws open, Bond didn't flinch but if he could he would. Meanwhile Chiffre completely plays the part of helpless victim as he jumps from the sound.

"Honey~ I'm home!" A boisterous man grins. A large man in a suit and tattoos all over his neck is what you'd expect from a mafia boss and not a manager of a popular fashion brand. Beside him is a blonde young man who looks generations younger than the other.

"Is that my present?" He asks in a sickening sweet voice. Le Chiffre didn't need to turn around to know that they were talking about him.

"Yes honey bunny eve-vy poo," Regina cooes to Eve and notice that the henchman is still there. He frowns at him and claps his hands.

"Chop chop! Get a move on! I didn't pay you to join in the fun! That would be eve-vy cutie's job isn't that wight?" Regina grins and Eve nods enthusiastically. Bond has no choice but to leave rather reluctantly. He does not find this entertaining at all.

As soon as the doors close the facade drops and Le Chiffre cannot help but shudder at a sudden chill at the silence. Not even breathing could be heard as blood was rushing through his ears at how ridiculous the people he was supposed to charm were.

Something tells him it is all an act so he better get his act together then and starts trying to struggle out of his bonds. Bond had been instructed to give him a slight sedative to keep him relaxed but not enough to completely knock him out.

Still, Chiffre would struggle if he didn't know the plan, the more noise he makes the more anticising he becomes.

"Shhh, don't worry, I'll take good care of you~" the taller one whispers as he turns Le Chiffre around to face them. It wasn't right to call him Regina, the flamboyant act was just an act and he actually looks more like an Ethan than a Regina.

His hands are rough and big enough to crush his head if he wanted to. Chiffre flinches away from his hand as he caresses his cheek and brushes his hair away from his face.

"My my my, what a rare beauty..." Eve cooes in a low voice and Chiffre cannot help but feel embarrassed. He knows that his mismatched eyes have scared people off, it was only his physique and his facial structures that saved it but they seem to be interested in his eye.

"Does it hurt? Poor thing," Eve pouts as Ethan changes his side to press a thumb under his mismatched eye.

"My princess asked you a question, little one," Ethan smiles down at him despite his words being laced with venom. "Shake your head and reply to him."

Chiffre slowly shakes his head from side to side, keeping his wide eyed scared expression.

It seems to work on them really well as Ethan starts undressing Chiffre. He was wearing a simple set of civilian clothing, a sweater and pants, his hands was cut free and the tape around his mouth slowly torn aside but his feet are still bound together. Chiffre tries to push Ethan away but it was like trying to move a mountain. The sedative also worked in his favor.

Unlike Bond, Ethan is rough but practiced, he knows just for a second where to touch in order to raise goosebumps, the back of the neck, with the taste of wine and fire in his mouth. Chiffre lets a tear escape, his eyes aren't bleeding but it feels like it's going to. Eve climbs up onto the table, cleaning up his tear as it was his turn to kiss Chiffre as Ethan cuts his bonds at the ankles and pulls his pants in quick succession.

Eve was leaner and shorter than Ethan, probably shorter than Le Chiffre too so he takes the chance to fight but Eve's grip is vice-like. Princess my ass- he is just as strong as Ethan. Chiffre tries to kick Ethan anyway but all it did was help Ethan take out his shoes and start licking his sweating feet.

Chiffre shudders, trying to escape Eve's vice like kiss and grip. Chiffre cannot help but find his erection, his body being used to sex everyday makes it hard for him to control his reactions.

"You taste so heavenly little mouse~" Ethan cooes as he moves towards his erection and taking him whole. Chiffre pushes at Ethan's head weakly but that only encouraged him to suck harder.

Chiffre finally parts from Eve, leaving a trail of saliva to drip from his chin as the hand holding his chin lowers to twist at his nipple.

"Fuck-" Chiffre slurs as he cums inside Ethan's mouth, unable to take too much simulation, he completely collapses on top of Eve. "-you-"

"Mm maybe tomorrow little mouse," Eve grins, being compared with a mouse for the first time had Chiffre worried that maybe they know who he was but Eve definitely doesn't know as the nickname is teasing Ethan more than anything for the choice of words. So does Ethan know?

Ethan pops open a bottle of lube to prepare Chiffre's ass. Chiffre was slightly hoping that they won't get to this part. He was worried from his position that he might actually have to watch but Eve turns him around and he is naked from the waist down.

"Bite me and I will kill you," Eve warns with a sweet venomous tone. Chiffre has never done a blow job before so he didn't have to act on that aspect. "Watch your teeth," was all he said before he abuses his throat. Chiffre is completely crying now, choking and spluttering on Eve's cock.

"Don't kill him yet," Ethan muses as Eve reluctantly slows down to give Chiffre more space to breathe. He just looks so pretty like that.

Ethan slides into Chiffre, rough and hard. The vibrator shouldn't be comforting but the lack of it was making it too foreign for Chiffre. There was a sound at the corner of the room but the two above Chiffre ignored it while Chiffre notes of the muffled sound of a fire alarm through the blood rushing through his ears.

He has no time to think about the implications of it as his was being roughly assaulted on both ends. It was unpleasant, crude and Chiffre had to wonder how low he had to go just to survive. Was it worth it?

The last thing he felt was being stained of something hot and wet before passing out from exhaustion.

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Chiffre awakens to find himself at the back of Bond's car. He seems to be on the phone still. Chiffre is back in his sweater and he doesn't feel anything in his ass or throat so either Bond had cleaned him or they didn't manage to finish.

Chiffre doesn't say anything to ruin the moment. This was far better than he realised, he really does have a chokehold around Bond for him to jeprodise the mission. Chiffre doesn't make a sound other than to search around for his inhaler to use it.

He lowers his head, hiding how shaky the experience made him, he did agree to it after all but Bond cannot help but notice it and feel the sense of protectiveness that made him glad that he returned to the room and saved Chiffre. It's morality, definitely not because he was possessive.

They hadn't managed to finish, at least he had that satisfaction. He just had an earful from M but he mentioned that he actually expected this and wanted Bond to lay low while they use Regina's rage to their advantage.

Chiffre didn't know where they were going and didn't want to ask. The streets they are in are starting to seem familiar however. He then realise a beat later that they were in the undercity where Le Chiffre was hiding in before Bond showed up.

Chiffre doesn't ask but Bond felt the need to explain that they had actually found him years ago and had protected him ever since so he can use him. In the end, it didn't matter because spectre was destroyed just recently before Bond got to Le Chiffre. So the question was... why is he still here?

But the good thing is that meant that Chiffre's place was still secured and protected, but the more hilarious fact is that the government knew of the illegal activities happening here and chose to ignore it because there is no law enforcing here.

Le Chiffre has a devious plan to bring Bond into the bar he frequents, wondering what his reaction would be but he might have already he anticipated it. He seems to be very familiar with his house and helps himself to a few things that he sure wasn't there was he left the house.

Bond didn't waste anytime after his drink however as he hauled Le Chiffre into the bedroom and all semblance of the gentle lover he so claimed had vanished. Chiffre lets him because he wanted to see how far Bond would go.

Finally, Chiffre gets to see the animal underneath, tearing at his clothes and biting into skin. Le Chiffre underestimates his control however as he became less rough and more desperate. Bond wanted to erase the memory of the others in his mind, wanted Chiffre to only go to him for sex and the next time he was offered this chance, would think twice before doing so. Yet he cannot do it the rough way, so he did the next best thing.

Chiffre looks down with foggy eyes filled with lust as Bond sucks at his hardening dick. Bond is way too skilled to be doing this for the first time. Chiffre tightens his fists in Bond's hair possessively at the thought of Bond doing this to someone else and Bond surprisingly lets him but he doesn't let Chiffre thrust into his mouth, pining his hips onto the bed and purposefully going slow to tease him.

Bond didn't want to think of anyone else but they are right... he gets to see that face a lot of times, one on the verge of tears, pitiful, cute... pretty like stars in the night sky. Bond didn't like it that someone else saw him like this. He didn't think he'd have this reaction himself after giving Chiffre to someone else.

He knows that he is in deep shit.

But he finds that he doesn't care not when he swallows Chiffre's load and high pitched keens. If all it took for him to get a blow was to present himself to other people Chiffre would do it often, he muses to himself, oblivious to Bond's fear of how routine this is to them.

Chiffre doesn't even realise how much he is comfortable with the agent fucking him, not that he would have cared much about who tops. Not as much as Bond does... at least not anymore he thinks. Maybe if he were the same man he was years before... he'd mind it... a lot.

“Don’t you want to hear about what I’ve learnt from them?” Chiffre asks as they laid in bed together, there was no TV so they could only converse. Bond is vulnerable to an attack here, making himself comfortable in a bed that was not his, yet Chiffre made no move to grab what he knows is a pair of scissors in the bedside drawer.

“What can you even learn from that?” Bond frowns, as if the mere thought of it is distasteful.

"Regina already knew who I was, it is to be expected, I was the face of a lot of monetary transactions within the organisation after all, he called me a mouse he might as well outright called me a rat. Eve doesn't know what he means by that however means that Eve is not part of the organisation you are looking for if not he would have picked up on what Regina was putting down."

"That's a little far fetched..." Bond mutters, it's a reach but that is what they manage to find while they were distracted. Bond snuck into the office to connect a virus into the laptop locked in a vault in Regina's office.

It took Q a few hours to learn about Eve and Regina's public background and how legit the company seems to be with years of records and lack of missing funds.

If Regina hadn't called Chiffre a rat, he would have gotten away with it. But then again... Regina could have done it on purpose knowing that spectre had been destroyed yet having a spectre member here, served on a silver platter. He wouldn't expect him to work with his former enemies.

"How did you even know this Regina was part of the organisation you are looking for?" Chiffre asks, fidgeting with his inhaler.

"Aren't you tired?" Bond asks, fighting a yawn as he closes his eyes.

"I can hardly believe that an organisation that have flown under your radar for years would slip up now... there are some people who just loves the chase, showing off, thinking that they are untouchable."

Bond snorts, "Sounds like a mastermind of a terrorist organisation alright."

It also sounds like the person leaning against him. Even he gave a show of not really caring about his life or dignity, there was still a slight air of arrogance and pride.

"You should be careful of him... you might be looking at the person you are looking for after all..." Chiffre mutters, his voice had lulled him to sleep. Chiffre wanted to smack the agent awake but he isn't that suicidal, he can only pout and try to sleep which is surprisingly easy when sleep never came easy to him in this room.

But it is still settled at the back of Bond's mind at least, leading Bond to give a warning to M and Q to be careful before looking back at the table where a poker game is being held. He knows that Chiffre frequents the bars around here, the hanging deck was one of his favourites because there are all sorts of personalities in here.

If he came here it was not to win, but it's to gather information.

“Full house!” A man with a shiny head and no tooth exclaims, slamming his cards onto the table. He is grabbing the chips when Josh, as usual, would stop Carter. Josh takes up half the space on one side of the table, with long beautiful (he won’t accept any less) hair and one blue eyes, just one hand is enough to send him through the wall much less stop him from calling it bluff.

“Four of a kind,” Josh smirks, cards falling out of his tank top.

Chiffre didn’t even bother with his cards, tossing him at the table.

“Royal flush!”

“Shut up you pig face Jessica! There is no way you didn’t cheat!” Carter shrieks and then there would be a brawl at the poker table between two lanky people and a huge juggernaut, funnily enough, the two lanky people would overpower Josh before pulling each other into a cat fight.

Chiffre would steal a dollar and escape, he didn’t know why he bothered with those buffoons, they don’t really take the game seriously.

Josh however seems to notice him this time.

“Where do you think you’re going Nate?” Josh asks.

“Leave me out of it-” Chiffre grumbles. “I have nothing against you guys…”

“But it’s been days since we last saw you! You should play more!” Carter grins cheekily even as he is getting his ass beat by the silent Jessica with her black hair completely covering her face, she looks exactly like what Le Chiffre would have been like a few days ago, actually… a lot of them look similar; it’s a great way to blend in and cover one’s face.

“No thanks, I have no more money…” Chiffre didn’t look as helpless as he did then however, when Josh was about to toss him up like a kid, someone taps him on the side and he is met with a punch in the side.

“Ow fuck!” He curses but he was knocked out by Bond who didn’t have his face covered, yet dared to make a scene like that.

“Woah! Who is your new boyfriend?!” Carter exclaims, laughing like a hyena until he was completely knocked out cold by a finisher move from Jessica.

Chiffre tries to escape, letting Bond just take on the whole bar by himself. Usually when a newcomer shows good fighting prowess, it usually leads to just that. But was it really wise for him to leave his muscle behind? No… not really… so he crawls through the kicking and punching to pull the rug from under Bond, literally.

“Let’s go-” Chiffre whispers, Bond didn’t know why Chiffre would ask him to leave when he can take them all on when a loud shot of a shotgun made everyone stop fighting and drop whatever they were holding.

“Where are your manners?!” A man with gelled brown hair and a suit with sunglasses exclaims. He looks high class and highly out of place here. Chiffre gestures for him to follow him out to the back.

“I could have handled that,” Bond grumbles.

“Yeah but you are drawing too much attention to us… why did you think I managed to stay so low in one place for so long?” Chiffre asks.

“Because we were protecting you,” Bond grumbles.

“You guys didn’t find me, I let myself be found by your people, this was a decoy place your people had been observing for five years when I’m not even here, I’ve only let myself in because even they haven’t found my pawn yet… I was somewhere else…”

They were already out of viewing range so they start their walk back to Le Chiffre’s place while he starts counting the notes he had stolen during the chaos. Bond didn’t believe Le Chiffre at all.

“Where?”

Le Chiffre smirks as he pockets his ‘winnings’. “Samara.”

“The desert?” Bond frowns.

“No the city-”

Bond rolls his eyes, not appreciating the sass. He isn’t sure if Chiffre is lying in the first place but it’s best if Bond pretends that he doesn’t believe him. Then again, it’s the reason why his superiors are allowing this man to still live. Having someone who is experienced in the underground scene was beneficial for them given how much he knows despite having little to nothing to go on of.

But that's just having a different perspective on things. Anyone else could have been less dangerous, the danger lies within Chiffre's wits, at any given time he can stab them in the back. Which is why Bond was careful not to let anything confidential slip, even during his missions.

But maybe why they allowed this was because he hadn't hurt anyone anymore and what he was doing isn't confidential or isn't to surface level public knowledge... until the organisation that Le Chiffre might defect to appeared.

They made a show as to inject him with something for the sex but if he knew that it was a microphone he didn't show it. At least according to Q he didn't, for he now knew how to curse in fourteen new languages.

Bond wakes up to find the bed empty. He looks over at the window, looking it at this angle was a little strange. When he was scouting out the area he frequent this area the most. It is definitely not to stare at the man while he was sleeping

Even with the unkept hair anyone can recognise him if they knew where to look.

Regina taps the pen onto his car seat, as if looking to stab someone, Eve looks depressed beside him but still looking fabulous as usual. That sour face turned sweet however as he notices someone at the door. A curt knock onto the window and Regina is grinning from ear to ear.

"Regina, is it?" Chiffre lowers himself and gave them his most charming smile. He even had the audacity to wear one of the most fashionable and expensive suit.

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“What the hell boss!?”

Tengen, the owner of the hanging deck, light a cigar as he watches with unimpressed eyes at the people who frequent here and get their ass beat every other Thursday to pick themselves up.

Even Jessica seems wholly unharmed.

“Some guy started coming in here demanding some chief chief! Like we don’t know any chief boss! But he still beat us up!”

“It was the boyfriend of Nate- Natalan- I saw him just when he came back from- from- wherever he came from!” Carter exclaims. Josh pokes him in a rather deep cut in his arm, earning a yelp from him.

Tengen didn’t even bother with an acknowledgement. Letting his bodyguard into the backrooms, he drops the facade and gave him a tired expression.

“Mr Bond, I am here on a delicate operation, I cannot keep defending you if you keep causing trouble-” Tengen sighs, taking his sunglasses off to reveal tired brown eyes.

“What do you know of Ethan Brown also known as Regina?” Bond asks, not removing his sunglasses and cap nor does he bother him with an answer to his predicament. This is why he hate government agents, always going around ruining other people's jobs just because they can.

“Well he owns a fashion brand known as Regina Sparks… anything else I don’t know… I was assigned to establish myself here for when Le Chiffre eventually comes out of his home… took him years but…”

“Yeah apparently he only just moved in a year ago,” Bond grumbles.

“Impossible…” Tengen frowns, “Our people have seen him nearby… his driver even got a speeding ticket once…”

“He has a driver?” Bond frowns. “Where exactly do you think he is living?”

“Well… the only mansion near here is the Kingpin’s estate…”

Great… even the local police got his place wrong… Bond didn’t need anyone however, Le Chiffre was still connected to Q so all he needed to do was wait for the right moment to strike and strike at their weak spots. Bond wants nothing more than to break into their ranks however but he can’t… not when he had already ruined an operation once.

His show of power here was just a facade, he isn't actually angry... well a little bit but not enough to go beating up people. But he has to admit that it was a great way to relief stress.

“You may not trust me with your money but I have other skills that even the MI6 finds me useful,” Le Chiffre replies with a friendly smile, tracing goosebumps along the shoulders of Eve who seems curious.

"I can gather intelligence for you, analyse your competitors for you, even if you won’t trust me in handling your money, you can still ask me for advice…”

“Why would you want to come work for us?” Regina asks, blowing smoke towards his face, Le Chiffre’s face doesn’t betray anything but he still is disgusted at the smell. Mainly because he needs his inhaler shortly after every time he does that, making him seem vulnerable but that’s a good thing to appeal to them as he had learnt.

“They will put me in jail after they find out what I’ve done…”

“What crimes?” Eve asks, eyes sparkling.

“Just some fun,” Chiffre looks at Eve, flashing him a cheeky smile.

“Ooohoho I wanna join!” Eve exclaims in excitement.

“Eve darlin’ could you give me and Mr Le Chiffre some space here? Once it’s all over, I’ll bring the both of you to the Bahamas, okay?” Regina smiles.

“Okay!” Eve beams, eager to be good for a trip but Le Chiffre had been hoping that Eve wouldn’t leave, shooting him a worried look but Eve is too happy-go-lucky to notice his distress. Chiffre curses internally at the stupid blonde as the door closes, Chiffre can hear the footsteps behind him that they don’t bother to hide so he doesn't bother to look.

“Poor puppy, I’ve only thrown money and sex at him, yet he is so eagerly innocent and obedient to me… he had seen me kill people before…” Regina mutters, unlocking a switchblade. “Yet he asks no questions… will you be the same?”

Le Chiffre is lowered onto the seat by a knife to his neck.

“I assure you, there is no need for this,” Chiffre’s smile is slightly twitchy, not really sure why they saw the need to threaten him when he seems earnest enough to want to join them.

“I want you to be bait… I’ve heard a lot about this prized agent of the british government,” Regina smiles, walking over to the side of the table where Le Chiffre sat, sitting on the table top, he tilts his head as he points the blade at his face.

So it was a kinky thing Chiffre guessed as he let his face be led around like a doll. He hadn’t taken a particular care of his looks yet underneath the rough exterior, is a cowardly small man.

In a way he is a lot like Eve. So the agent must feel something for him, being an agent of good after all. Weak and pathetic, that is all that they live for, to protect.

So play the part he must as Regina leans in to claim what is his.

“Mr Bond?”

Bond is in the Hanging Deck, hoping that the lure of poker would bring him back but instead, he finds three ominous looking people in suits calling his name.

Then again, everyone here looks ominous. They seem ready for a fight but Bond knows they aren’t here for that, it’s just an intimidation tactic. It works on other people but not on Bond but it wasn’t Bond they are trying to intimidate. One of them glances towards the bar, embarrassed that he was caught staring, the bartender pretends to be busy with cleaning.

“A message from Regina, if you want to see your little boyfriend in one piece again come to the manor, alone, you know which one.”

Of course there was only one manor he knows that they own, he has been there before after all. It also meant that they knew who he was and their cover was blown… Bond didn’t need to look to see an order by M to not fall for a clear trap but he doesn’t report it to anyone and like a fool, goes there alone.

"Your gun, Mr Bond," Regina meets him before he even reached the front porch. Bond is slightly suspicious that his car or something on him might be bugged... either that or he has the whole premise under surveillance or he stood outside there, waiting for him every day to come.

Though that would be ridiculous. He looks to the bodyguard who hands a tray to him. He places his pistols and three hidden knives. The other bodyguard pats him down, as if he wasn't going into enemy territory where they may be traps inside and his weapons isn't going to do any good against nano bots.

Bond at least was glad Chiffre wasn't hurt or tied up, he is having multiple guns trained on him however. Chiffre looks at him with an expression that is half dread and half sheepish. He can easily just leave him here... yet he came... maybe it was the righteous part of him... or they really needed him, why else would Bond risk his life for him?

"Don't worry, I won't ask of you to do anything to betray your people, I have to say... I'm quite disappointed you didn't decide to do more however," Regina smiles as he offers a hand towards Eve, who looks at Chiffre in worry.

"Are you going to kill them both?" Eve asks in a whisper.

"Not yet darling, I have a surprise to show you though," he whispers back with a playful grin before righting himself up and speaking loud enough for Bond and Chiffre, who are both staring at each other to hear. "... and to our mutual friends, come along now."

They had one bodyguard at Bond's side but a few at Chiffre, even though it should be the other way round, Bond finds it wholly inconvenient. Even if he were to take out his one guard and the other few standing in between them, he still won't be able to make it in time for them to put a bullet into Chiffre's head.

All he needed was time... despite their current vulnerabilities, they weren't all out of options. Le Chiffre isn't worried one bit, nothing ever goes his way anyway, at least he had lived, with no regrets, a few years more than he expected to.

"I'm sure you're eager to learn about what I have in store for the world, I'm sure Mr Bond would be familiar with it," Regina smiles as he learns them to a computer room and turns on the screen. It was the world map, with red dots littered all over it. "I'm sure it's not as impressive as his plan... after all... he was always the technology expert... the things he'd make... well for me, I was more on the interpersonal side of things."

With a push of a button, a video appears where it shows people killing other people, rallying and flags being waved. Bond had seen violence but this was something he was not entirely recognised on.

"All this didn't happen by the way," Regina muses and looks to Eve as he looks up in horror. "But I'm going to broadcast this to everyone in the world..." the video flickers to find Agents from MI6 killing innocent people and people who have the hearts of the people, ruled out by suicide became murder instead.

"It's amazing what lies people will believe when you have their best interests in heart... I particularly like this flag, I think I'll name it... the Regina Rebellion... original... isn't it?" Regina jokes towards Eve who smiles nervously. It was a joke that Regina was bad at naming things but the things that Eve saw on the video was unlike things he ever seen.

"Chaos, people rising up against the people that swore to protect them... while I, the revolutionary leader, will have the world under my sole control," Regina grins maniacally. "With you at my side... nothing will be able to touch us," he turns to Eve who doesn't seem all that into the plan but Eve doesn't fight it.

"That sounds... great..." Eve smiles, placing a hand on Regina's cheek. "But what are we going to do with... them?" He tilts his head towards Bond and Le Chiffre.

"Well they can be your pets," Regina smiles. "And be one... happy family..." he lowers himself, as if to kiss Eve when he pulls out a gun. Eve tenses as if he was worried that he was going to be shot after all but he aims it towards the ceiling and shoots.

Wright drops from the ceiling like a dead bird but he is spared the nasty fall by his bodyguards as if they were ordered to be on alert. Wright yelps trying to wiggle out of the bodyguard's arms who is completely undeterred like it was just a normal Tuesday of agents falling from the sky.

Regina then points his gun towards Bond.

"You've broken our deal Mr Bond... now your friend here is going to pay the price for your mistake," Regina smirks pointing the gun at Le Chiffre before pulling the trigger.

"No!" Eve exclaims, pulling Regina's hand to the side and it barely misses Le Chiffre's ear.

Regina was going to berate Eve for ruining a moment when the door was broken down. The bodyguards were all shot in the back, some who reacted faster only got shot in the front. Lucky for Regina and Eve, they manage to escape the fire from said bodyguards doing their literal job while Chiffre and Bond aren't the target of fire, they were also unharmed.

Wright could only yelp when the bodyguard holding him drops. He couldn't move, not when there was a bullet lodged in his leg but the agents were quick to give him medical attention.

"You alright?" Q asks through Bond's intercom which they had learned not to give him a communicator that can be snatched but rather something injected into him.

"Yeah... Regina and Eve escaped though... it wasn't just a mere manager we are dealing with..." Bond mutters, looking back at the screen still displaying Regina's plan, on the bottom shows a logo of the organisation 'MATE'.

"Could he be the leader?" Q asks, his working brain can be heard through the speakers but Bond isn't really paying attention to him.

"Maybe... I'll need to confront him about it..."

"I have no way of tracking him..." Q replies and started listing a few ways he could get him. All the while Le Chiffre is also studying the same plans, the video playing at the corner of the world map... he finds it... odd...

"The organisation I used to work for... spectre... had several allusions towards the game of chess... MATE is not the main organisation, CHECKMATE is," Le Chiffre mutters.

Bond doesn't look at him but he isn't going to punch him either nor make a ruckus. Regina and Eve were going to disappear too well if they don't hurry. He glances at Chiffre who smiles at him as if expecting Bond to praise him. Bond rolls his eyes, everything had went according to their plan half expecting Le Chiffre to actually defect but the fact that Regina saw through him almost immediately... meant that Le Chiffre really wanted to help Bond.

Bond didn't want to dwell on it further, not when they had someone to catch. He took an educated guess but Regina seems to still be letting Eve make himself predictable by telling him all this. Eve doesn't seem as enthusiastic as he does so he might be in trouble... especially with that stunt he pulled by saving Chiffre.

They both climb into the car together.

"Go back," Bond grumbles. "You have done enough." There was no one looking after Chiffre, he could very well just run away, he didn't need protection at all.

"No, I feel much safer with you," Chiffre smiles.

Bond didn't wait for him to change his mind as he steps onto the gas, trying his best not to return it with a grin of his own. It was a long time since Le Chiffre had felt this much freedom, maybe he wanted to be a government agent after all if it meant that he had a helicopter at his beck and call.

He hadn't been back to the Bahamas since almost six years ago... he is slightly unnerved and a little fond of being back here where he lost so badly for the first time but he had some fun history here that would probably be stained by the agent beside him.

What better way to stain it even further than to potentially die where he was supposed to?

Eve stares out into the ocean, looking troubled so Regina comes over to hug him.

"We are going to be fine... I promise you..."

"You promised you wouldn't use a gun in front of me again..." Eve mutters, not believing him.

Regina says nothing for a whole minute, simply rocking Eve from side to side. It was supposed to be reassuring but it's nothing but unnerving.

"I'm sorry love... but after we rule the world... there won't be any need for me to get my hands dirty..." Regina sighs, tender kiss trailing goosebumps down his neck.

"Promise?"

Regina smiles as he turns around, the loss of warmth making Eve look back in curiosity but slightly regretted it. He should have taken that trip to Japan... away from Regina and all this... mess-

"Welcome the two of you," Regina grins as he steps out of the higher deck to lean against the railings. He had been looking out in the general direction of the lower decks but Le Chiffre and Bond actually managed to get onto their boat before it left the docks.

They didn't have an easy way out so they needed to bide their time but Regina revealing that he knows that they are out there while they are far away from shore makes Chiffre a little stressed, he needed his inhaler but the sound of it should have been drowned out by the seagulls and ocean.

Unless this guy has super hearing, he most likely did this on purpose the moment they stepped onto the yacht with no crew.

"You won't be able to see much of the fireworks here but I assure you, you are in great company anyway! Why don't we take care of you huh?!" Regina laughs as he jumps onto the railing like a little kid.

"Love... who are you talking to?" Eve asks, trying to be cheerful but there was a break in his voice that gave away his nervousness.

"The spy and his little friend of course," Regina smirks. Bond pulls Chiffre out of the way as Regina pulls out a gun and starts shooting at them.

"Stop! Stop!" Eve shrieks as he covers his ears from the noise from the gun. Unlike the silencer that the spies use, the machine gun that he has is loud.

"Aw come on! Aren't you having fun?!" Regina exclaims.

"No I'm not! Stop this madness this instance! I don't want to hear it!" Eve exclaims. Regina was going to furiously berate him when he noticed a sound behind him and he toss Eve off the railing with a slap. Bond was late into pulling the trigger, not expecting him to do that but he manages to hit him square in the ear.

Regina yowls and starts shooting at Bond who takes cover below the railings. There was a small platform around the yacht that was also above the windows into the captain deck that was where they were hiding and Chiffre, being on the other side, manages to catch Eve before he falls off into the ocean.

Chiffre knew it wasn't going to be Regina that is flung off, not with his build anyway, even him and Bond don't have that kind of strength between them. He half expected Bond to be the one flying but he caught Eve nonetheless and helps the panicked man up to his level.

"Climb down from there," Chiffre nods towards where the ladder they used to climb up.

Regina hears him and turns towards him. Before he can shoot, Bond charges towards him, Regina was unable to hear him through his rage as he uses his jacket to strangle him. The fabric isn't strong enough however so Bond needed to shoot him but before he can he was flung off of Regina.

Regina was fast enough to pull the gun on him but Chiffre was faster, instead of just pulling him overboard to save his life however, he tackled him to the aside. While wrestling, Regina manages to punch Chiffre in the cheek so hard that Bond heard something crack.

Regina, fueled with rage, was going to just crush Chiffre with his hands. But it gave Bond the necessary time to shoot Regina between the eyes before he could do so.

"You idiot!" Bond exclaims, scrambles over to Le Chiffre. "Jean! Can you hear me?"

Chiffre smiles, so he did know his name after all... he wished that Bond would call him that more often rather than that blasted title his former bosses gave him.

"Stay awake! Help is on its way! Jean!" His voice is sinking under water. Jean used to be afraid of a lot of things, losing his inhaler, being shot in the head... drowning... even if he was lacking in the will to live department, he jumps at shadows. But in this moment, he wasn't afraid of anything... he is just as light as a feather.

A younger Jean looks at the black and white pawn of the chessboard in his hotel room as he looks to the door with a grim expression. He may dress sharply and flashed his ego outside in the casino floor, but he was already weary. His luck has worn out, playing with fire when he wasn't a professional terrorist.

That stinking spy with the brightest blue eyes... he takes a swig of the fifth glass of wine he had tonight. He was going to need it if he wanted to take the courage to take his life back. But those eyes... those hands... he swore was going to steal the life from him.

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A solemn agent lowers his head as he caress the tombstone with his thumb. His blue eyes are laced with sadness but also acceptance at the loss. The young Agent Wright is behind him his leg already healed, places the flowers he brought onto the grave. But where was Bond's?

Wright sniffles a little, prompting Bond to pat him on the back. Two pats was all he got before a hand stops him from hitting the poor boy's organs out.

Bond softens as he watches Le Chiffre- no Jean place a bouquet of white roses onto Vesper Lynd's grave. He had picked out the flowers and had Le Chiffre pay for them even though Bond is technically richer... who knows where Le Chiffre got his money but Bond finds that he didn't really care as much as he should.

'You probably hate his guts but... he is helping me... I know you would have wanted me to move on... but... I just needed a few people to show me the way... it took me a long time but... at least I got there... this will probably be the last time I visit you... it's time I focus on the present now... rather than the past...'

He's got a good thing going here so he didn't want to live a life with the regret of losing someone else and Vesper would want that for him too... and probably chew his ear off for taking this long.

"What happened to you?" Bond asks as they both laid in bed, simply basking in each other's warmth. It was a long day, even if they were naked. They haven't fucked yet and Jean simply snuggles close to Bond's chest, sighing like he was a cat nesting.

"What do you mean?"

"You've changed... I haven't been kept up with you until I found you that night... what made you lose the will to live?" Bond asks.

Jean didn't expect for him to ask that, he had lost a bit of memory from his injury but he must have said something in his delirious state.

"It's nothing... a figure of speech... I wasn't exactly living in the best conditions before you found me," Jean rumbles in a soft voice. "I am too cowardly to kill myself anyway..."

"Fear is good..." James mumbles wondering what would happen if he had found out that Jean had died... he wouldn't have an outlet for his anger and revenge... maybe he would get better anyway, maybe he wouldn't.

He mutters a curse under his breath, Chiffre's victory by surviving after what he did to him really did a number on him.

"You want me to what Mr Bond?" Jean asks in half astonishment, half teasing, as if not trusting his own ears on what Bond said.

"James, please, I think we are beyond formalities," James snorts. Even though the curse was not wholly directed at Jean, he finds that he doesn't really mind at all. When he is in love, his brain gets mushy and he comes more blind than usual.

But Jean doesn't think the same. All he had to do was almost die trying to save him.

"I want you to fuck me-"

Letting him top being the equivalent to putting his life in his hands is kind of an exaggeration but also giving up his pride and potential blackmail?

Jean smiles, cheekily, he didn't need to say it a third time, even though he has the urge to do so just to make fun of him but James surprisingly doesn't seem worried about it at all. Jean sucks onto his neck, touch ghost-like. It's about time Jean return the gentleness he has given him for weeks, And return he does.

James surrenders to him complete control, his past, present and future... it was his to destroy, build, bury... whatever it is... his hands trails along the bandages wrapped around Jean's chest and waist, looking like an angel from heaven with all the white that surrounded him.

But James knows, Jean is far from pure, underneath that porcelain mask. Yet donned in pure clouds he was.

Jean gestures with his hand like he is demanding his wallet, James chuckles before grabbing the lube and passing it to him. Jean learns not to question where he keeps these things as he pours a generous amount on his fingers. James raises an eyebrow, it feels like he is just using it all just to tease him but he is surprisingly easy to relax as Jean inserts a finger into James.

He is still slow and methodical, a little too slow for James' liking as he resist the urge to hump into his petite fingers. He takes the other hand and starts worshipping it by sucking on it. Even when James gave control over to Jean, he seems to still have a tight leash around Jean.

"Keep going little mouse," James teases in an exaggerated french accent. Jean rolls his eyes but his fingers had stopped shaking from effort and became purposeful again. He looks cute looking focused on properly stretching James. Pain was not new to him but it was still a little bit uncomfortable given he always had been in the one who gives.

But he didn't want to regret anymore. He wanted this... at least once.

"I'm ready," James grunts with impatience as Jean has already stretched him with almost his whole fist.

"Are you sure?" Jean asks as if Bond hadn't already shown that he trusted Jean. He trusted him when he sent him to Regina and Eve. He trusted him to watch his back during missions, small or big.

"Yes." In a single breath all doubts seems to disappears from Jean's face. He strokes his dick with lube before thrusting into James' his eyes rolling back a bit. It's been a long time since he was wrapped around a tight warmth.

It would have been embarrassing to cum there but he was quite close to doing so, so Jean had to wait for both of them to adjust. James isn't faring better, somehow Jean manages to hit the spot.

"Fuck- Jean-" James pants. Jean's cock twitches, James' impatience must have rubbed off on him as he didn't wait any longer... he needed his release now or it would be self inflicted torture.

To think that their pace would be the complete opposite. James wouldn't want it any other way anyway, digging his fingers into the sheets, the other hand squeezing Jean's, their breaths frantic and in sync.

James knows he is close so he raises his legs to lock Jean in place, deep inside him before cumming. Being clenched in a vice-like grip, Jeans leans his forehead onto James' shoulder as his climax is squeezed from him.

Jean curses in his native language, a low and grutal sound it almost makes James hard again. He really should brush up on his Albanian.

Jean collapses onto James' shoulders, catching his breath, all the while James trails kisses down his neck. Even on the receiving end, James cannot help his giving habits.

James takes out what seems to be a plastic pink pill attached to a cord. Jean immediately knew what it was and snorts, so that was what it looked like. He can't really tell since it was inside and out of him before his consciousness.

"Can I?" James questions as he nibbles onto the sensitive spot on his neck. Jean isn't faring any better than James is, cock already half hard. He could always tell James that he was tired and maybe they should continue tomorrow. But hell, there is no mission anyway, they could sleep in.

"Yes," Jean grits his teeth, all doubts being tossed out the window when he grinds himself against James. He loves getting the princess treatment after all. All these weeks, thinking that there was a power imbalance but the fact was: they were both at each other's mercy.

James pours pretty much the whole bottle onto his fingers and the vibrator. There wasn't a bigger non verbal consent than Jean mischievous grin as he helps spread his cheeks.

James claims the grin with his mouth as he slowly pushes the vibrator and his fingers into Jean. The stretch is a little uncomfortable but the painkillers aren't only working on his wounds. James was careful not to push Jean too hard anyway and their kisses are just as slow and gentle as his fingers.

A smile on his lips was all the warning he got before the vibrator was turned on. Jean moans into James' mouth, somehow he manages to find his prostate easily like he had the exact coordinates-

"Ah- James-" Jean whines. James swallows his cries with his mouth. "Please- I-" intoxicated, it wasn't like he was doing it on purpose but James was addicted to the taste of Jean. "I-I'm going to-"

James doesn't listen to him and instead, pushes his finger below his prostate, massaging the vibrator against it.

"Fuck-" Jean's eyes roll back as he squeezes his eyes shut, his climax almost knocking him out. It took him a moment to come back into himself and fight unconsciousness because it wasn't over, there was still James to take care of.

But even if Jean was knocked out it only took two deep thrust into his suckling walls for the dam to burst. Jean moans softly at how hot it is, literally and figuratively.

Combined with the slowing vibrations, Jean was throughly sated. He must have dozed off for a second as the next thing he knew the light had turned off and James is next to him, trailing goosebumps on his senstive neck. He didn't even realise that the vibrator is off and it's just his shaking.

James' warm body however manages to still his shaking body after a moment, letting himself relax into his arms. The probability of things going wrong for them is high but then that's just life isn't it? James' gentle touches and tight hug however makes it, for once, just numbers.

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Chiffre was jolt awake by a rude slap, leaving him gasping for air as there was only a few seconds of relief from his inhaler before he was stuffed with cock again.

It has only been a few seconds because Eve's thrust was quickening, close to his climax as Ethan roughly takes him from behind. The sound of flesh slapping against each other was loud in the huge room. Chiffre could only hold on for dear life as he takes their assault without the strength to fight them.

He needed to endure this... get into their good graces... and...

Was this any different than what he had with Bond though? Did he really need to use his brain when he can turn it off?

There was no point in fighting this... if this organisation was anything like spectre...

Chiffre sobs as Eve cums down his throat first, interrupting his thoughts. At least he is slightly reassured he won't be killed by a gun given their lack of bodyguards and pockets where they can hide a weapon given they are half naked even when they came in from the outside.

But he wonders if death would be better than being abused like this, by Bond, by these two psychos.

Chiffre chokes back a sob as cum dribbles down his lips, he almost bites into the dick as Ethan falls from above him.

"Watch it!" Eve shrieks before pulling out, leaving a trail of saliva and cum behind him. "Oh that is hot-"

Ethan growls, his hips snapping against Chiffre as he thrust faster and harder, he is sure that it'll make a mark as he raises his leg to hit deeper into Chiffre. Eve was already hard again just watching them.

Chiffre sobs begging them to stop.

"Oh you're so cute," Eve muses and silence him with a deep kiss. His eyes rolls back as Ethan cums deeps inside of him, he had always been afraid of pain for this exact occassion. He didn't realise how much he missed Bond's gentle touch when Eve's nails draw blood upon his neck, stinging as he makes it worse by licking it.

Chiffre could only tug weakly at Eve's arms. They weren't finish at all, instead of changing places, Ethan flips him around, disorientating him even more than he is. Eve didn't need lube, the cum and sweat was enough for him to slip in. They are both big despite being of different physical size.

Chiffre lets out a strangled moan as Eve easily finds that sweet spot inside of him. Eve's kiss would be considered gentle compared to Ethan who bites at his lips, drawing blood but why was it making Chiffre hard? Pain used to be a turn off but now, he is conditioned to like it.

Chiffre didn't know how long it took but it felt like forever when they finally cummed inside of him, his arms and legs are lax from all the crying and cumming. He is supposed to be disgusting but he was treated like something to be turned on by. It was sick, it almost made him throw up.

Something tells him that Ethan would eat that shit up anyway.

The night was still young. They had taken pills in the middle of fucking but not give Chiffre any. He was already not that physically fit, but everytime he threatens to go under, he was shaked awake if it didn't work, wine was poured on his face.

This was some other kind of torture and Le Chiffre had to apologise to Bond for not thinking of this sooner. But he never really saw the appeal of these kinds of acts anyway.

Part of Chiffre has already lost itself in the act however, it made him easier to please them both.

His hands were tied halfway through the night which he thought was wholly unnecessary given that he stopped fighting it a long time ago.

"Did we break it?" Eve asks, he had stopped a few seconds ago. But Chiffre's loud moans were drowning out his voice, it made Eve a little jealous that Ethan could still keep going with little prompting. He was never that enthusiastic towards him.

Ethan grunts, as cum spurts out of Chiffre's ass, it seemed to be finally over. Their drugs are finished and so is their wine. Chiffre begs internally that they won't open another one as he feels that if they were going to plan his escape tomorrow, he won't even be able to walk.

"Ha... damn... we really drained the banks huh," Ethan laughs boisterously, tugging at Chiffre's flaccid cock. Chiffre is unable to hold back a choked sob that was too real to be an act.

"Don't break it," Eve repeats before helping Chiffre up. "There there, it's okay, go to sleep now."

Chiffre was afraid of going under, but Eve's humming voice actually worked as he was beat tired. Chiffre wasn't expected to be able to be awake all the time so they actually managed to hide a microphone under his skin.

"What a cute present, how long do you think until people will miss this one?" Eve asks, combing through Le Chiffre's hair as he softly snores.

"Not long probably," Ethan grumbles, lighting a cigarette.

"Well I want to keep him forever," Eve pouts. "Can't we keep him like what's his name- you never let me see him anymore and I'm jealous~"

"You don't even remember his name," Ethan snorts blowing smoke towards them as he goes to sit at the couch near the campfire.

Eve frowns, Ethan is really bad at aftercare, he wonders if his little cat was doing well as he takes his coat to drape it over Chiffre's body. He can't carry a grown man so he had to go tend to Ethan with his sweet charm. The microphone in Chiffre still manages to pick them up but mainly because they bugged the whole place and not just on Chiffre.

So the agents had to stay there, listen to Chiffre get abused for hours. Bond would have burst through the door, guns blazing if this wasn't the mission.

"Honey, could you be a dear and help me to my bedroom, please~ I want to keep him," Eve whines as he rubs against Ethan's cheek like a puppy.

"You know we can't do that sugar," Ethan sighs, "I only took eger in because he seems fit for the company..."

"Yet I never seen him at your runways or on the news," Eve frowns, "I may not remember names but I never forget a face as pretty as that~"

"It's something in internal affairs, it would just bore you."

Eve hums. "But I want my fuck boy... it's not everyday you come home and let me fuck you silly anyway, I want something to keep my cock warm for you." His breath is hot in Ethan's ear. Usually people would think it'd be the other way round and they do, Eve knows they think of it when they see them be lovey dovey in public. But behind the curtain was another thing entirely.

"Hm... alright alright... but don't blame me if you get arrested for this," Ethan snorts.

"No way! He loves me! You'll see! Now help me darling, come on! Come on~"

The agents listening in looks at each other before looking up at Bond who looks like he is about to crack the screen open.

There isn't anything useful, not between Eve and Ethan anyway. But Chiffre already knew that and has a plan in mind.

"Eve darling..." Chiffre mutters, leaning against Eve's shoulder as he downs a drink, humming in acknowledgement. Chiffre had been cooperative so he had been more bold to speak up on the third night they spend together. Their routine is not unlike the one he had with Bond only he doesn't go out on missions, just go on dinner parties.

The agents even had his fake family worry about him but he explain it to them like a good little boyfriend and even got a transfer that Eve promises to make every month. Chiffre looks at the zeroes in hunger, he wants to gamble but alas it wasn't going into his pockets, it was going into the agency's. That and they could use the transfers to possibly crack more information on them.

The company isn't only a fashion brand, it has multiple layers on it and they are surprised that one of the managers who seems well off in life, is still part of a terrorist organisation.

"It's strange that I've never heard of your manager until now... he barely makes public appearances unless it's at parties with you... it seems like he loves you a lot..." Chiffre mutters.

"Yes well, don't worry sugar, I will love you just as much," Eve beams, stroking his cheek. No not the one on his face. Chiffre was a little disgusted at how perverted they both are but then again he can say the same for Bond if he wasn't just doing it to get to Chiffre's head.

But then again, Bond never really forced him either. On days he wasn't feeling it, or decided to promptly collapse on the bed, exhausted, Bond hadn't disturbed him on those nights.

It didn't matter if he was unconscious or not feeling it here. His ass was in a constant state of abuse, everytime he'd wake up to his hole being sore and littered with semen, sometimes he'd even wake up in the middle of the act.

"But what is he doing in other times? He isn't designing the clothes, that's a designer's job right? What does a manager do?"

"You're oddly more interested in Ethan than in me," Eve teases.

"Well isn't he your partner?" Chiffre asks.

"Yes... he's also my boss," Eve grins. "Well I guess he recruits people and make sure everyone is doing their job... I guess?"

"Does he need to be away for so long though? I haven't seen him since two days ago and we've always been together..."

"Well... there are branches overseas..."

"Can we see them?"

Bond was slightly worried that he might be planning an escape but when he looks to Q he shakes his head, gesturing for him to wait.

"Of course! There is the Japan branch, North and South American branch, you name it we can probably go anywhere you want."

Chiffre always wanted to go to Japan... it seems super lively there and of course, the gambling scene was quite popular.

"Mm I'll think about it... maybe I'll ask my parents first... they would probably allow me to go however... given you take care of me so."

"Yes yes of course!" Eve chuckles. "I will protect you with my life!"

Chiffre didn't believe him for one second but still smiles anyway. Bond hears the start of kissing sounds and immediately drops his headphones.

"That could be code for him to ask us where he should be going... but will it be necessary?" Bond asks.

"Maybe, if he follows them on business trips maybe we can hook him up with a camera contact and we can see a few people from the organisation there... it seems like Eve doesn't know about his boyfriend's other life though... all they did was have sex," Q grumbles, his ears practically being assaulted everytime they did that but lucky for them, everything is recorded down.