James Bond shuffled into his kitchen, following the scent of freshly brewed coffee that had begun to fill the small apartment. Taking a mug from the dish drainer, he filled it to the brim before bringing the mug to his lips and taking a hesitant taste.

It was scalding hot, with a hint of some nut flavor that he didn't know that he owned. Was that hazelnut?

He wandered into his living room to find his favorite chair already occupied by a man with bottle-blond hair.

Before James could improvise with throwing the coffee at the intruder before going for the gun that he had strapped to the bottom of the couch, the man stood up, smiling and spreading his arms wide.

"Hello, James, I thought I would surprise you."

James blinked slowly and nearly lost his grip on the coffee in his hand. The man was in front of him in just two quick strides, taking the mug from James's grip lightly, placing it on the table.

"Best not to ruin the carpet, James. Wouldn't want to have to lose that deposit, now would we?"

James's eyebrows furrowed for a moment before a look of hopeful hesitation flickered across his face, "Tiago?"

That white smile got wider and then closed in, lips brushing against his cheek and then making their way to his ear, "Yes, my dear. Have I really been gone that long?"

"You look so different." James muttered right as the other man's tongue darted out, licking at James's earlobe.

"You know how missions go. Sometimes a bit of bleach is needed to conceal an identity."

James reached out hesitant arms, hovering for a few moments before he embraced the blond man.

He was so warm. And that cologne. How could he have forgotten Tiago's smell?

The agent buried his face into the other man's shoulder, inhaling deeply and enjoying the feel of the other man.

Tiago's lips found James's neck, causing the man to let out a small sound of surprise which turned into a quiet moan. He had missed this. These simple everyday touches. It was what he missed most when either of them went on a mission. These small things that almost caused him to take one of Tiago's sleep shirts with him on missions so that he would have something concrete to remind himself of his lover.

But no matter how many times he was tempted, he never acted upon the impulse.

Tiago brought James back from his musings by kissing his lover on the lips. James immediately responded, parting his lips and letting the other man's tongue enter and taste the bitterness of the coffee mixed with the unique taste that was James. The agent cursed his slightly burnt tongue, for everything was dulled slightly, but he let the sensations of Tiago's tongue exploring his mouth wash over him, battling half-heartedly for dominance before letting Tiago take control once again.

When they parted, James could feel the creeping flush on his face and chest, could feel the blood flowing to his groin.

"Shall we go to bed, James?" Tiago asked, his voice a husky purr.

James nodded, taking Tiago's hand in his, not wanting to let the other man go.

It had been so long, so long.

They tumbled into the bed, clothes stripped off between heated kisses.

James clung to Tiago, face buried in the other man's shoulder once again and he shuddered as he found release.

Tiago tilted James's chin up and planted a chaste kiss upon his lips.

"I missed you."

"I missed you, too."

James curled into the warmth that was Tiago and drifted off to sleep.