Hello. Considering the lack of stories involving Le Chiffre and Bond, once I wrote this one, but never thought about publishing. But now I did, I don't know why, maybe it's because of the expectations for Spectre. Well, I don't know.

The story is set during casino royale. You will find here: M/M; M/F pairing. Violence. Rape. So if you don't like it, please, don't read it, mainly if you are empathically pre-disposed.

Important note: English is not my first language; Portuguese is, so I apologize for eventual assassination of the English language. I tried hard to write decently.

I don't own any of the characters.

I hope you enjoy.


Le Chiffre stepped into his Yatch after a meeting with Mr White about their new client, Colonel Naija Taban. A military leader who took control of abandoned villages in Rwanda and were turning them into a market of drugs, prostitution and slavery. He was building on them an empire of terror that made him billions and Le Chiffre would clean his dirty money. Le Chiffre took off his fancy Armani black suit and hung it on a stool, in front of his mini bar. He undid some buttons of his black vest and watched as his girlfriend walked towards him, on her swimwear.

"Hey…" She hugged him and kissed his neck softly.

He closed his eyes and let out a soft breath.

"You look tired…" She started undoing the rest of the buttons of his vest.

He touched her neck to pull her for an erotic kiss.

"Hm…" She broke the kiss and took the vest out of him.

The weather was gentle and the wind from the ocean was entering the Yatch through the door of the backward deck. It was a charming sensation mainly after a day of stressful business and dangerous talking.

"Sir…?" The boy who took care of the Yatch appeared.

Valenka moved away from Le Chiffre and walked to the bar to pour them a drink.

"Yes, Carl…" Le Chiffre answered and turned on his heels as he undid his tie.

"I found this on the deck this morning."

He handed Le Chiffre a letter.

"Thanks… You may leave for today."

"Thanks sir… shoh ty!" He spoke in Albanian and left.

"Shoh ty!"

Le Chiffre read the paper.

"What is it?" She asked.

"I want to fuck you again… you are one piece of hotness and a fine piece of art… a dangerous one…"

Le Chiffre bit his lip and ignored her question. He threw his tie around her neck and pulled her for another kiss. She smiled and gave in. He grabbed her hair tightly and pulled her head back to kiss her neck.

"Hm… strangle me with this…" She whispered sensually on his ear and her hand touched his tie.

He did so and led her with the tie to the poker table and touching her back with his hand, he pushed her above it, so her body would be bended over the table.

"Fuck me…" She whispered with a moan.

"Shh…" He whispered so she would be quiet.

She smirked and moaned.

He pulled the tie and it tightened around her neck. She moaned. He undressed himself throwing all his clothes on the floor. He bended over her and kissed her back while playing with his penis at her entrance. One of his hands carved his fingers on her hair and she moaned hard.

"Fuck me… bastard…" She begged.

He chuckled still kissing her back and jerked the tie.

"AHm…" She moaned.

He caressed her back gently and pulled the tie at the same time. He knew the exactly point of the balance between a domination and gentle sex. His movements were sensual and respectful and at the same time dominating and this is what Valenka most loved on her toy, besides, of course, his money. Maybe it was because he was in constant contact with his feminine side, but not without losing his masculine imposing figure. Not that those macho categorization mattered anymore on her life.

"Ahm…" She moaned and breathed hard as her orgasm started to hit her body.

He had to thrust some more times to reach his own orgasm. She loved to listen how his breathing hardened when he was closing and then how he gave himself up to his orgasm. He pulled himself out of her and gently took his tie out of her neck. Without saying a word he walked to the bar. She observed him and wished they could act like lovers after sex and actually lay down on bed exchange petting and skin on skin cuddling, but no. His introspectiveness had never allowed him to and that frustrated Valenka. Again, not that she loved him more than she loved his money, but exchanging intimacy and care with someone were really important in human life.

She left to the bathroom with her frustration and her understand that it couldn't be more than that.

"What part of the 'bring him uninjured haven't you understood, double o seven!" M spoke outraged while walking down the corridors of the headquarters as Bond followed her.

"I tried… but you know I'm not that skillful." He mocked.

"You are as impulsive as a wild animal… Any thug can kill. And keep your arrogance and audacity to yourself."

They reached her office and she stopped at the door.

"To continue in this mission, you have strictly orders to bring the man alive and uninjured. Could you do that or will I have to send double o 6?"

"If you think he can do the job…" He defied her.

She let out a breath of frustration and they entered her office.

"Frederick Makondo was able to talk and give us some names." She sat at her chair.

Bond sat across her and grabbed the file she handed him.

"He said this man Naija Taban is turning villages that once were abandoned by the state of Rwanda into a market of drugs, prostitution and slavery. Nija Taban is a former colonel and now has built his own army."

"And you want him alive why?" Bond glanced.

"We don't want him… We want the man who finance and laundry his money so he can reinvest in terrorism."

Bond put the files away and listened.

"We believe, by the information Frederick has given, that the man is called Le Chiffre. We don't know his true ID and he sure knows how to hide it. He is believed to be Albanian and also a bank accountant for the world of terrorism…"

"So Naija Taban is just one of his clients."

"Yes. We need him alive. We believe he is a treasure of information."

"Hm…"

"So your mission is to go undercover and get close to him. He is also believed to be very dangerous, seductive and persuasive. Gets what he wants. Bit of a mathematical genius who wants to prove it by playing poker at high stakes matches. You will fly to Montenegro this night and, for now, watch him close and find out if his connection with Colonel Naija Taban is really for the meanings we suspect. I'll need a report every night. For further reasons… you are an English business man. We set up and ID in case someone wants to check out. I sent the dossier, please read it."

Bond nodded and stood up.

"Not an injury, Bond!"

"Not an injury."

He smiled cynically and left.