The Silva Lining
Bond didn't quite know where he was. It was an echoey Hall, half descecrated, half intact. It was filled to the brim with computer servers, clearly what he had used to hack into the MI6 HQ.
The agent sat on the wooden chair, becoming some what uncomfortable based upon the fact he was tied to it. There was a sudden whirring and the elevator at the opposite end of the room beghan to lower. Bond tensed up and breathed with control. His crystal blue eyes stayed locked on the shaft ;) until a blonde man appeared.
"Hello James, do you like the island? My Grandmother had an Island it was like Paradise, but the place had been infested with rats. So how do you get rid of Rats? My Grandmother showed me. We buried pots underground and hinged the lids. Then we wired Coconut to them. The rats would come for it they would become trapped. And after a month they had all become captured. What do you do? Put them in the Ocean? Burn them? Just leave them. And they began to get hungry and one by one they started eating eachother until there were the only two left. which are the survivors. Then what? You kill them? you take them and release them into the trees. But now they dont eat coconut anymore. thye only eat rat, you have changed their nature. the two survivors, this is what she made us"
He was standing right infront of Bond. His blonde hair slicked back. Strands stuck out at the edges. His eyes were deep and sultry, His lips soft and plump. He sat infront of the agent, who didnt quite know what to say after his little speech. Bonds shirt was unbuttoned ot the base of his pecs. He was sweating, droplets running down his pulsing temple. He still looked calm and collective, An MI6 agent could not crack under pressure.
"You know Mr. Bond, i was her favourite once. 76 to 89 i was a better agent than you ever will be."
Silvas hand came across Bonds gunshot scar. His smooth fingers caressed the rough abrasion. Bond winced slightly, The scar still tingled every now and then. Silva moved his hand along the panting agents chest undoing a button. Bond looked moderately dishevelled, His tanned chestwas mostly on show. He looked what you could describe as sexy. Silva had a protruding ercetion that Bond fixated his gaze firmly upon. His blue eyes interogated the exotic man.
It was intense.
It was hot.
It was confusing.
What he felt in his heart he did not feel in his brain
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"Leave me and Mr Bond would you" Raoul ordered, to his delight the Bulshy guards exited the room without hesitation.
His hand slipped downward, into Bonds shirt, stroking his pecs, Flicking his nipples. Descending again his fingers undid each button slowly. Gently. Sensually. He flicked his sight upon Bonds eyes every now and again. He could telll the MI6 agent was enjoying himself.
"You know Mr. Bond ..." He continued while caressing Bonds thighs "There is a first time for everybody."
"Believe me this isnt my first time" Bond replied
"Oh Mr. Bond" Silvas grip tightened around Mr. Bonds appendage
Mr. Bond breathed sharply in reply to Silvas advance. This made Silva smile.
"Now Mr. Bond..." He leaned forward slightly, the strong smell of aftershave and spanish wine hit Bonds nose. Raouls Hands squeezed James' appendage.
"We wont report this will we?"
"Ofcourse not" Bond reassured
"Good boy Mr. Bond" Silva exagerated sensually
"But first untie me?" 007 questioned
"No Mr. Bond, Makes it all the more enjoyable"
"Oh i see..." Bond answered
"Dont worry Bond for what you are about to experience is most pleasurable. I assure you.
Silva kissed bonds trembling lip. The trembling stopped. His body relaxed. The pair kissed then Silva got to his knees still proceeding to kiss the agent.
He pulled away
"Are you ready Mr. Bond?
"As always." Bond replied
Silva soon descended