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Summary: Bond is an unbounded alpha who was sent on a mission to rescue a computer genius who was kidnapped and being held captive and used to infiltrate MI6, Complications arise when he cant help his attraction toward the much younger omega and secrets that will turn them against each other. Also along for a ride is another 00, Eames who's attraction toward a new field agent is causing havoc on his biology specially since his attraction is toward another male which is impossible since Eames is straight.
Pairings:- James Bond and Q, -Eames and Arthur
He rolled on his side, blue eyes taking in the other body that laid in bed with him. She was a beautiful beta, long jet black hair, green eyes, sensual lips, and the most delicious curves. She was any man's fantasy but to Bond she was just another means, another body to bed for information or sport to get what he needed in service to his Queen. She had moaned for him, screamed, scratched, her need was palpable. He knew once he touched her why she then had strayed away from her husband, why she had been at the bar alone with her low cut dress and her alluring looks. She was searching for something, something that Bond knew the minute she met his eyes that she expected him to give her, that need she some how knew he would be able to satisfy. So after a few drinks, light touches down her exposed back, he had reeled her in and she had taken him to her room and to bed where Bond had fulfilled his duty and her desires.
He sat up on the cooled sheets that had once warmed from the coupling and began to get dressed. He didn't understand, not anymore. Alphas, betas, and the ever illusive omegas...they were all the same. Driven by the primal urges, always on the look to form that bond, to find the one that belonged to them. It wasn't that James himself did not believe in love, he had felt the brief touch of something that he once could have called that. But the thing about being a 00 or specifically the thing about being 007 is that was not something he could ever have, ever want, ever need. The only true and constant thing in his life is and will always be MI6.
He realized that the minute he lost Vesper, the millions of times he almost lost his life in service for Queen and country, the day he lost M...this was it for him and he accepted that completely.
Once he was done getting dressed he glanced at his watch and without a last look toward the beta that he had shared those long passionate hours with he walked out, he would find her husband and kill him because one thing Bond knew was that nothing mattered, not his status as an alpha, not his life, just the mission, just his service.
"For Queen and Country." He thought as he walked towards the elevators.
The ceiling was metal and curved, the lighting hanging down bounced off the soft brownish greenish walls warming the room, deep red booths lined one side of the wall while the counter seats had black leather. This wasn't one of those cheesy 1950's diner, this one played off the dark woods from the moldings, counters, tables, and bronze hardware beautifully, the floors in a black and off white pattern fit seamlessly, the whole place gave it an aged sort of vintage look. He had found this particular diner years ago and since, had always visited when he was in London, sometimes difficult given his profession.
Tonight the diner was not crowded, a few booths had been occupied, and even less people sat at the counter. He looked down at the zippo lighter between his finger and continued to flip it open and close again. His eyes traveled across the room and stopped on a young couple who sat in the corner, a male and female beta. They were young, maybe 17 years old who glanced back and forth from their food to each other before blushing. There seemed to be some awkwardness he noted, they probably didn't know what to say to each other.
"First date." He thought with a smirk to himself.
His eyes then moved on to an alpha who sat with a child. He could see it in the eyes and nose that they were father and son. The boy had to be at least six, he glanced at his father and would try to get a sip of his coffee every time he thought the older alpha wasn't paying attention. Once the boy was able to get his hands on the cup he took a sip and his face quickly scrunched up at the bitter coffee flavor causing his father to laugh and the watching Alpha to smile. He then moved on to an older couple that sat in front of him, they had been speaking quietly to each other with small smiles and deep wrinkles, years of what he figured was a good life.
His eyes sought out the movement to his left, he caught the slight grimace on the betas face as she closed the door to the bathroom and walked in his direction.
He had met her at the opening of an art gallery here in London, she was attractive, tall, short brown hair cut into an asymmetrical bob, brown eyes, small perky breast, and dangerous hips. They had talked for hours about art, about London and its weather, about travel, and many things in between. He was happy when she accepted his invite to the opera, then to a Broadway show, then to a gala, he had taken her to places that he felt were suited for her. She had gushed and loved every single outing, she felt at ease in high society. He could tell the way she carried herself, the way she seemed to blossom in being around the cultured, the wealth and prestige. He on the other hand just knew how to play the part, he's been doing this for enough of his life and lifetimes over, it was all part of the job, all part of being a 00.
She walked back to the booth and sat across from him and let out a sigh.
"What are we doing here?" She asked, he could hear the slight annoyance in her voice.
"I thought this might be a good place to catch dinner." He smirked at her, hands still playing with the lighter.
She looked around the diner with a slight look of disgust. "Here? I mean it's a diner that serves American food in London, honestly. There are so many other places we could go."
"Like a five star restaurant?" He asked.
He noticed that her eyes lit up.
*Flashback*
He had called her earlier in the day to ask her out to dinner, which she of course accepted. He had told her to go casual since it was just a bite to eat, yet when he picked her up there she stood in an emerald green evening gown that plunged in the front and framed her small breast perfectly. Her hair had been picked up in waves with a few stands framing her face, ruby red lips and dark eyes complimented the look. He glanced at the choker around her neck, he could tell they were real diamonds.
"You look lovely." He smirked as she walked toward him.
"Thank you." She had a small smile on her face which disappeared as she finally took notice of what he was wearing.
"Your suit." She stopped almost choking on the word, as if calling what he was wearing could even be considered that.
"Do you like?" He teased.
"You have such wonderful suits, why on earth would you wear that?" Her nose wrinkled as he open the door for her.
"This is actually one of my favorites." He replied easily.
"But your coat and trousers don't even match?" She quickly replied back in the same offended tone.
He laughed before closing the door for her and heading around the car and climbing in.
"So where are we going?" She asked.
"Well I decided to take you to one of my favorite places to eat. I really don't get to visit much because of work." He started the car and pulled away from her house.
"So, this is casual for you?" He asked glancing at her appreciatively.
"Well, I know your auspicious taste." She paused smiling back. "You're a man who wants and has everything but the best, your type of casual is anything but."
He fought the urge to sigh. "Well I'll tell you this, you will be the most lovely thing in the entire place."
After thirty minute of driving they pulled up to the front. He didn't think she could be anymore horrified as she took in the restaurant they would be dining in.
"Your kidding right?" She glanced at him wide eyed.
He shut off the car before climbing out, walking around the car and toward the passenger door and opening it for her.
"This is where you decided to bring me?" She hadn't moved to get out of the car.
"Give it a chance, darling." He held his hand out toward her.
After a few minutes of her sitting there she got out of the car, never taking the hand offered to her.
They walked into the diner a few people glancing over at them hearing the small bell above the door jingle as they walked in, some stared obviously taking in the over dressed beta standing next to him.
"You can sit anywhere!" They heard a voice yell from the kitchen before a heavy set mocha complexioned female came from behind the swinging door.
"Where would you like to sit?" He turned toward his date.
"Is that my favorite boy?" The aproned beta who came out of the kitchen asked.
"Hello, Sarah." He greeted with a smile.
"Don't hello me, we haven't seen you in months." She scolded.
"Work and all that." He answered smoothly.
"Well sit your arse down so I can feed you a good meal." Her eyes went from him to the elegant beta still standing stiffly beside him. "Or would you like me to sit you at our best table?" She asked letting out a deep chuckle.
"Thank you Sarah, I'm sure we'll find a suitable table." He answered winking at her and leading his date toward one of the booths.
Sarah had brought out coffee for them to drink, which his date had quickly declined with a look of disdain on her face.
"So what will it be?" Sarah asked not even bothering to grab a note pad and write it down.
"We haven't even touched the menu yet." He smiled at Sarah.
"Well I know you will have the special, but I can't say I have something that your little friend here will like." Sarah spoke with a smile.
"Where's your bathroom?" The annoyed beta interrupted.
"Back there, hunny." Sarah pointed to the back.
She didn't need to be told twice and quickly got up and headed toward the back.
"So." Sarah looked pointedly at him. "Who's the her royal highness?"
"You know, we take our royalty serious here." He smirked.
"So I noticed" Sarah laughed. "You British."
"You Yanks." He retorted quickly.
"So, anything to start you off?" Sarah nodded toward the menu.
"Just the coffee." The Alpha nodded back.
"And for her majesty?" One of Sarah's eyebrows raised.
"I don't think she'll be staying." He spoke with a sigh.
"Don't worry hun, you'll find someone." She touched the alphas shoulder. "Either that or I'll take ya, been trying to divorce eddy for years now."
"Edward." They heard a British accented voice yell from the kitchen.
"You Brits." She chuckled as she walked towards the back.
*End flashback*
Now the lovely beta was back and sitting across from him looking like she wanted to be anywhere but here.
"Your really do look ravishing." He said reaching across to grab her small delicate hands, but instead she had evaded his touch completely.
"What's with you, what's with this?" She spoke looking around again.
"It's just a diner pet, It's some place I enjoy." He spoke pulling his arm back.
"This is a bit..." She trailed off. "You know there having a showing of some Monet work, we could still make it if we leave now."
"I don't want to see Monet, I want to have dinner and just..." He trailed off as well. He kind of expected this but he had hoped she would be different.
"Thomas, please enough with this, the costume you're wearing was enough for me." The beta huffed out.
'Costume?" His eyebrow raised.
"That suit, this place." She waved her hand around.
"What's all the fuss about?" He asked.
"I get your trying to show me another way, a way different that what you and I are used to but." She paused for a moment. "We grew up privileged and we love refinement, and the better things high society have to offer. She stooped and let out a small sigh "This every man bit is tiresome."
"I was actually quiet an excellent criminal growing up." He spoke after a few seconds of silence. He wasn't sure how to approach this but he knew it couldn't continue like this.
She let out a small laugh. "Oh, stop it now."
"I've done less then honorable things." He continued.
"That is quiet enough!." Her voiced raised as she stared into his eyes.
"I'm a very good criminal you see, and very good at faking." He leaned back.
"This isn't funny, this isn't a joke!" She yelled disbelievingly.
"No it's not, darling." He replied seriously.
She stared at him eyes opened and in shock. "Your horrible."
"I know." He responded.
"How can you be so cruel and say those things to me, I know you Thomas." Her voice shook a little. "You're a good man who enjoys art, and opera, and attending charity galas."
"That's not me, I just know how to play the part very well." He argued.
"If you don't stop this right now I'm leaving and you'll never see me again." She stood up and stared at him intently, looking into his face and eyes to see a sign of anything that would prove what he was saying was false. A smirk, a twinkle in his eye, something that would confirm to her that this was all a joke, one in bad taste but a joke non the less. He noticed the minute it hit her, the minute she realized that this was not a joke, that this was him being the most honest he's ever been with her since starting the relationship.
"Hey hun." He heard Sarah speak but his eyes were on the angry beta in front of him.
"You're a lair, all this was a lie!" She shouted.
"I didn't lie, at least not about everything." He spoke again.
"Oh no? Is your name even Thomas York?" Her voice never lowering.
"Actually, it's Thomas Eames." He answered before the beta swung and landed a hard slap to his face.
He didn't bother to avoid the hit, he figured it was the least he could do.
"Goodbye Mr. Eames. I hope I never see you again." With that the beta gave him a hateful look before walking out of the diner.
"More coffee hun?" Sarah finally asked.
"Yes please." Eames spoke with a sigh.
"Can I ask you something?" She asked not bothering to refill Eames already filled cup of coffee.
"Of course, darling." Eames smirk looked almost believable to Sarah.
"York? Even I knew your name was Eames." Sarah didn't bother to say anymore.
"She didn't want to know, least not deep down inside." He stopped for a moment to look toward the older couple that he had observed earlier. They seemed to look at him in sympathy. "Some people are content with the costumes, she just didn't know which was which when she looked at me."
The Alpha gave her a reassuring smile and leaned further back into the seat. It was true that he had lied to the lovely beta but he had done it for his own reasons. In his line of work there was little room for the truth but then the more he spent time with her the more he realized that maybe his truth wasn't meant for her to know. That certainty proved true today as he sat alone in the diner with a cold cup of coffee and the realization that he was the only person in the diner sitting alone.
"Eames."
His thoughts were interrupted and he looked toward Sarah.
"Yes, Dear?"
"Do you know how me and Eddy met?" She asked finally taking a seat across from him.
"Edward!." They heard an annoyed voice from the kitchen again.
"No, I can't say that I have." Eames fingers twitched to play with his lighter again.
"Well I'm not gonna bore you with it." She laughed. "So let's just say he was the last person I thought I would end up with, yet here I am 30 years later and I've never regretted a moment." Sarah poured herself a cup of coffee before continuing. "Here." She pushed a key across the table toward him.
"Sorry." He said getting up from the both. "I'm leaving again in a few days, so if you can keep it for me I would appreciate it."
"Your eventually going to have to take it." She said with a scolding voice.
"Maybe next time." He smirked dropping a few bills on the table.
"You haven't eaten." She noted.
"But the coffee was fantastic darling, it always is. Best cup of Joe this side of the lake, fit for a royalty" He said the last part with a perfect American accent, shoving his hands in his pockets and turned and headed toward the door. "Always a pleasure Sarah, Edward." He called behind him.
"Damn you british men and your charming ways." Sarah chuckled loudly behind him.
The room was brightly lit with the perfect temperature, they sat around the leather sofas smoking Cuban cigars and drinking whiskey; He could tell what they were talking about when he zoomed into their lips with the scope. He shifted again softly on his elbows and tried to keep the tension out of his body as he fixed the scope again, the man he was waiting for should be coming in any minute.
His was an Alpha named was Juan Antonio Montanez, MI6 had been looking for him after he fell onto their radar a few months ago and Bond was able to track him to Puerto Rico. The women Bond had spent the night with was her husband, she was a beautiful women with an unsatisfying marriage with the bad habit of kissing and telling. After her husband had found out she had spent the night away, he proceeded to go get her and that's how Bond was able to track him down, for some reason this particular criminal did not believe in using cellphones or computers to communicate, one of those paranoid blokes.
Apparently there was a meeting being held in the mans home, the other men of no consequence to MI6 or James, as of now he was just waiting for Montanez to walk in so he could take the shot.
He glanced down at his watch for a minute before he shifted his eyes back through the scope. James didn't have an issue doing it "his" way but in this particular situation there was no information to retrieve or a reason for him to take the close and personal approach, so this would have to do.
James focused on the slight movement from the corner of the room, he saw some of the body guards move out of the way and make way for his target; Montanez. He waited until the man had greeted the other men in the room and sat down on the brown leather couch just in James line of sight.
"He's here" James spoke. "You sure you don't want me to do anything about the others?"
"Just the target 007, no one else." After a few moments a male voice spoke in James ear.
At this James stayed silent and focused on the task at hand, he brought his finger to the trigger, shifted his body again than he took a breath held it in, his body completely still before he pulled the trigger and released his breath slowly. He waited, looking through the scope, it took a few seconds for the men in the room to realize what happened when they saw Montanez's body slumped back and the blood that was pooling. James confirmed the kill one more time before quickly getting up and disassembling the sniper before placing it in it case and slipping off the roof.
"M, target is down." James spoke as he moved quickly away.
"Good 007, I have a new mission for you when you come back so be prepared to leave." M spoke again before cutting away.
James sighed for a minute "Another mission." He thought almost fondly.
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