"There's a first time for everything..." Silva lightly runs his hands along Bond's thighs.

"What makes you think this is my first time?"

"Oh, Mr Bond!" Silva mock-gasps and leans closer, running his hands up to his bare chest. He lightly caressed his neck and ran his fingertips along his adams apple, but Bond stayed calm. Silva moved one hand to run up his thigh but left the other to touch his neck. He lightly opened another one of Bond's shirt buttons, and stroked the scars on his chest. Bond stayed still, his hands cuffed behind the chair and his legs spread lazily, almost enticingly. Silva ran his hand softly up his neck to his jawline, where he ran his fingertips along the freshly shaved skin. Bond suppressed a shiver, he didn't want to show any reaction to Silva touching him. Honestly, he was alarmed. It had been a bluff before, Bond had never been with a man nor had feelings for one, and now the man he was trying to kill was making him feel...

He didn't know. He was James Bond, serial womaniser and spy with a license to kill, yet he was sitting here letting Silva touch him in ways he had never been before. Silva sensed his hesitation and rubbed his thumb along the other man's lower lip softly, eying him up and down. "Mr Bond you seem..." He leans in, inhaling his scent. Freshly washed skin with a slightly sheen of sweat, and...perfume? He wrinkled his nose. He recognised the scent from Sévérine, and he smirked slightly. "So you have enjoyed the company of my Sévérine..?" He asks in a slightly mocking tone, pulling away from Bond and standing. Bond sighed with relief and resumed his arrogant, cocky façade. "Well, one does not 'kiss and tell'.." He smirked and leans back in his chair, his heart still racing. Silva felt a pang of jealously at his words. He wanted James' body. He wanted to feel the muscled soft skin under his fingertips and to sink his teeth into his flesh. He wanted to knot his fingers in James' hair and claim him as his own, he wanted it so badly. He felt a line of fire shoot down his spine and he breathed slowly, trying to stop himself.

Bond noticed Silva's reaction and he inadvertently licked his lips, then blushed at his own actions. For a moment he..wanted Silva. He shook his head quickly to rid himself of the thought but it lingered, like a haze of desire clouding his judgement and senses. He spread his legs wider slightly and narrowed his eyes at Silva, who briefly glanced at his crotch before taking another step towards him, sitting back in the chair and placing a hand on Bond's knee, squeezing it softly before running his fingertips up his thigh.

Bond raised an eyebrow and tilted forward slightly, meeting Silva's eyes steadily. Silva lightly caressed his cheek and James leaned in, their faces were close and they could feel and hear each others breath. James narrowed his eyes as Silva leant on and placed a kiss again his neck very softly, and his eyes widened again after he did so. He suppressed a moan as he waited for Silva to come near again, and he crashed his lip against the other mans, taking no thought to the situation or the man. Silva kissed him back hungrily, one hand on the back of his neck and the other on his thigh as he pulled away to kiss and nip with his teeth along James' jawline and neck. James groaned and his eyes fluttered shut as he fought against his cuffs, desperate to touch Silva.

Silva pulled away and took the key from the side. "Since you've been a good boy James.." He leans around and undoes one hand, then the other, and takes the handcuffs off his gently, "I'll let you free." James grabbed either side of Raoul's face and pulled him into a rough kiss, and Silva put his hands on James' hips. James moaned and pulled Silva closer, and grinded again his hips as he tried to create friction, to create anything to relieve him. Silva noticed him doing so, and his eyes flickered to the now bulging crotch of James' perfectly tailored trousers. He teasingly shrugged off the other man's jacket then ripped off his shirt, the buttons pinging to the floor as he kissed along James' perfectly muscled chest and along his collarbone.

James' pulled Silva up for another kiss and took off his jacket, then went to undo the button of his own trousers. "Patience..." Silva murmured against his lips and took James' hands away so he didn't touch himself. He bit lightly into James' neck and flicked his tongue briefly along the pulse point, eliciting a moan from the Agent. "Don't worry, I'll say you fought with all of your might.." He whispered against his skin and he kissed up to his ear, and ran his tongue along the delicate outer shell.

James closed his eyes and exhaled shakily. Doubting that Silva would follow through on his promise, it still gave him some relief to know that the fact he succumbed entirely and completely to this man, to Silva, would be delayed in its reception.

Silva's lips trailed lazily down his neck again, slowly along his jaw and down his chest, brushing his tongue or baring his teeth occasionally just to give that little bit more. Soon he was at the Agent's hips, and he began to suck and bite along his sharp hipbones, leaving bites and bruises as he went along. James looked down briefly, noting the absence of Silva's lips on his neck and his words caught in his throat at the sight of the other man on his knees before him. He audibly swallowed and smirked slightly, moving his hand to the back of Silva's head and tangling it in his hair. The other man tutted slowly and quickly grabbed James wrist and twisted his arm, causing the Agent to hiss slightly as he felt his wrist crack.

"No. I touch you. I am in control." Silva stated in slow, simple words, accompanied with a flash across his eyes.

James grit his teeth and locked his jaw, but still nodded slowly, despite every nerve in his body telling him to stop.

Well, not every one.

"Good boy."

Silva continued his abuse of James' hips before finally moving his hands to slowly unzip James' bulging trousers, pulling them away from his legs and tossing them across the room. His nimble hands made quick work of his underwear and soon James was exposed to him, in every way. Silva admired the Agent for a while as James shifted uncomfortably, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

"Take your bloody time.." He murmured almost inaudibly, and Silva eyes flicked to his face, his lip curling.

"Turn over." He commanded in a soft yet menacing tone, and James' eyebrows shot up and he swallowed again.

Now that, that he hadn't done before. Jesus fucking christ.

He slid off the chair and onto the floor, turning over to expose his bare arse as he rested his forehead on the cold floor. Silva stripped him off the rest of his clothes and he felt the clink, snap and tightness of handcuffs being attached, restraining his hands behind his back as he chuckled lowly. Who would've known Silva was such a kinky bastard?

Silva bit up along the back of James' legs until he reached his arse, biting harder there as to leave a mark. A claim. James then heard the undoing of a belt and a zip, before feeling a warmth pressing against his left cheek. His bit his lip and sucked in air, he knew full well that Silva would go in dry and he wasn't ready for that, no bloody way was he. He could of escaped, he could of done so many things but he lay there and let Silva ghost over his body for a while, let him run his fingernails along the bruised muscle of his shoulders, the dip of his lower back. He took it all, feeling pleasure pang through his body as he murmured appreciatively at Silva's touches. When Silva was finished with his examination of James' body, he lined himself up, pressing the dripping tip of his cock against James' entrance. He felt the slightly pressure and squeezed his eyes tight shut and bit down on his lip as Silva forced his way in, James' body fighting him every inch of the way.

"Such a good boy, James." Silva murmured and thrust his hips hard against James', pulling himself out and in again. The Agent's body was like a vice, and Silva brought his hand down hard on James' arse, leaving a red hand mark and a loud crack. James started slightly at that but didn't object, his face pressed hard again the floor. The pain was intense, and overwhelmed the pleasure so much that he lost the line between the two and it became a blur of regret and burning, but oh god was Silva good. When Silva brought his hand down a few more times as he rode him, stopping occasionally to scratch along James' back, loving how the nail marks made a pattern, made art of his own design on the Agent's back, James moaned softly and ground his hips against the cold floor, his erection only growing.

Silva gripped the back of James' hand and pulled his neck up, moving down to press his lips along the side of the Agent's throat.

"How does that feel?" He hissed against the skin before beginning to lick and bite the skin again, making clear bruises along his neck. James was unable to answer, he just released a low, guttural groan and bit his lip, nodding slightly. Silva smiled and moved to his ear, his tone of voice changing as if he had some huge secret to reveal.

"This is how it could be if you submitted to me, James. In every way."