Okay so I've been writing a few Mpreg ( totally new to me ) fics as promtps from people for #Hannibal and I find myself quite enjoying them so I thought I'd give it a try in the Bond Fandom. I've had a look and noticed a lot of 00/Q and I do like the pairing but I have to say my own favourite is 00/Mallory so I'm going to be using them. As I said, Mpreg so if you don't approve, then hey…don't read it.

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Reckless

00/Mallory

Chapter 1

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2 months previous

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James sat at the bar, on his fourth or fifth whiskey, he'd lost count. If there was one thing he hated more than anything is was sucking up to the big heads of MI6, the ones who sat behind desks making big decisions that impacted so many lives without ever stepping foot out in the field. The never saw all the chaos, the destruction that their Agents had to deal with and live with many months, sometimes years after the events.

"Bond…"

James looked to his side to see their new Head of MI6 standing beside him, ordering a drink.

"Sir…"

"Can I get you a drink?"

"Another whiskey would be great…thanks."

Mallory turned his attentions to James who seemed focused on the drink in his hand.

"I haven't seen you mingle."

"I'm not really the mingling type Sir…"

"It's why we're here Bond."

"Look, I didn't ask to come, I was told it wasn't optional. Believe me; I have other things I could be doing."

"Such as…"

"Anything."

James got up from his seat, taking the glass of whiskey the bartender put down as Mallory passed him the money.

"Thanks for the drink."

Mallory smiled briefly as James walked away towards the balcony where a handful of people were smoking and escaping the small talk. Mallory thanked the waiter before going out to join James who was leaning on the ledge, glass in hand as he looked down at the street below. The older man sat his glass down on the ledge, his back leaning against the ledge.

"You think I want to be here, I'd much rather be at home in front of the fire with a good book. After a long day this is the last thing I had in mind."

"Why did you take this job?"

"I'm sorry."

"MI6 Head, it's so damn time consuming…dangerous. You saw what happened to M, my M…why would you risk the chance of something like that happening to you?"

"This job, yes it's dangerous but no more than yours. In fact your position is far more dangerous than mine."

"I'm still alive…she's not."

Mallory heard the hurt in James voice as he spoke of Olivia."

"I know it still hurts, it's only been 6 months but it will get easier."

"Will it?"

"I promise…I wasn't far off when I said she was fond of you and vice versa…was I, that day in her office?"

"She was like a mother to me; I'd have done anything for her. Turns out…I didn't do enough."

"James….you did all you could to save her, you couldn't predict her injuries."

"I guess."

"You know, I don't think they'd notice if we slipped away…I don't live too far from here…why don't we get a proper drink at mine."

"M was always furious when I broke in to her place." He smiled.

"Yes well, this time…you're invited. Come on, before they notice we're gone."

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James stepped inside Mallory's flat; he looked around as Mallory removed his long coat and hung it up on the coat rack.

"Just go through, make yourself comfortable." He smiled.

James walked through to the front room, walls full of art, mahogany wood flooring, and deep red walls.

"Nice place you have Sir…"

"Gareth please, for tonight at least."

"Your flats a lot bigger than mine, mind you…I don't spend much time there."

"Our fault I suppose."

"I've never really felt comfortable there, it's just a place to sleep…not live."

"Bourbon?"

"Please."

James sat down as he watched Mallory light the fire and get them both a glass of Bourbon from his cabinet before handing it to James and sitting beside him.

"Cheers."

"Cheers Sir…Gareth."

Before they realized it, they had finished off the bottle of Bourbon, both men leaning back against the couch, both a little light headed.

"Well this certainly turned out to be a better evening that I thought it would." James said.

"So spending time with the boss isn't as bad as you thought."

James turned his head to look at the older man, his blue eyes staring back at him.

"I'm sorry." Was all James said.

"Why are you apoligising?"

"I've been some what unfair to you since you took over the role, I've done nothing but resent you for being here, despite your attempts to get me on side…I've just pushed you away."

"You were hurting; I know it's not personal."

"If it wasn't for you, she'd have died in that courtroom…you gave me a few extra days with her."

Mallory saw the tears in James eyes, without thinking he reached over and took a tight hold of James free hand. He felt James tense immediately, removing his hand and getting up to stand by the fire. The younger man sat his glass on the mantle as he ran a hand over his face. Mallory got up and came to stand beside him.

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to offer some comfort to you, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No…you didn't."

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In truth James felt anything but uncomfortable, the moment Mallory's hand touched his, he got the warmest feeling deep within him. James looked up to see the regretful look on Mallory's face, James stepped forward, closing the gap between them, Mallory froze as James hand rested on his hip before James leaned in, apprehensive at first before covering the older mans lips.

"James we…"

"Ssssh."

Mallory tried to pull back but James grip was strong. James moved his face, leaning in to Mallory's ear.

"Where's your bedroom." He whispered.

"Down the hall…James we…"

James was refusing to listen and he took hold of Mallory's hand, as they made their way down the hallway, coming to stop inside Mallory's bedroom.

"Wow, you really have a red vibe going on don't you?" He joked, looking at the walls.

"It's a warm colour."

James turned to him, wrapping his arms around the older man as he turned them around, leading them over to the bed as James kissed his boss. Mallory felt the edge of the bed at the back of his legs, as James lowered him down, hovering over him. Mallory closed his eyes as he felt James unbuttoning his shirt. The older man tensed when he felt James unbuttoning his trouser, ready to remove them. Mallory gripped James hand in a vice, forcing James to stop and look at him.

"What's wrong?"

Mallory pushed him to the side and sat up, sitting on the end of the bed.

"We can't do this."

"Come on, why not."

"I'm your boss and…I can't…"

"Gareth I'm clean, I imagine you are too."

"What…well yes of course but..."

"Then what's the problem."

Mallory looked up at James, debating whether or not to tell the younger man about his rare condition but he couldn't bare the disgust in the eyes.

"I have protection if you're really worried about this."

James cupped his face, kissing him harder, leaving the man in no doubt of what he wanted.

Mallory relaxed in his arms as he allowed himself to be pushed back on to the bed, watching James carefully as he prepared them both. Mallory's eyes darted to the ceiling when he felt James enter him, praying there would be no consequences.

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To Be Continued…