Chapter 1
Alec had lost track of how long he had been kept here in this dungeon (seriously, who even still had dungeons these days?), where he was constantly tortured for the information he refused to give up, not really out of any sense of loyalty to Queen and Country but rather a sense of loyalty to James; James would never forgive him if he actually said anything. He was still pissed off at himself that he had allowed that invisible twerp get the best of him and knock him out. He had awoken in this dungeon with a power suppressant collar strapped tightly onto his neck, and it hadn't taken him long to find out that he was currently a guest of his and James' favorite organization of criminal nut jobs; S.P.E.C.T.R.E. He and James had gotten separated after they detonated the bombs at Arkhangelsk; he had been able to use his telekinesis to throw everyone away after he had been caught, only for the bombs to go off early. James had been right beside him so he pushed him away and took the brunt of the blast, thanking whatever deity it was that handed out abilities that he had been given powerful telekinesis for an ability, especially as it was the only reason that he had not been killed outright, only knocked off his feet, made a little woozy, gave him some facial scars that would become less noticeable with time, and allowed an invisible to knock him out cold.
They beat him regularly, threatened to take away his powers permanently, and other useless threats that Alec knew they would never go through with; he was one of the most powerful telekinetics in all of Great Britain, which when combined with his secondary ability of having enhanced instincts that made him act a bit feral at times, made him particularly vicious, and S.P.E.C.T.R.E. refused to deny the powerful their gifts. His feral side made him stronger, faster, have better reflexes and instincts, as well as being able to suppress pain and have a killer hunting intuition, he also had battlefield adaptation, what was known as hyper-instincts, piloting intuition, predator instinct as well as prey instinct, weapon proficiency and vehicle intuition; simply put, those abilities alone made him quite valuable to MI6. As for his telekinesis, ever since his sister's death, he had been honing it, though it was not easy since, naturally, his only teacher was the pain he received when he bungled it. But he was proud of his progress; nearing 40, he had the basics of it perfected, along with the advanced level. He could bind or choke his opponents, levitate objects, increase his strength, alter an objects trajectory, stop certain objects from moving and he and James had a lot of fun with his push/pull power. That was all the basics of telekinesis, and James had helped him get a lot of the advanced stuff; his ability gave him a kind of homing effect, he had a certain level of puppet mastery in that he could control the movements of others (he got the impression that that ability both excited and scared James), he could unlock doors without keys (among other things), he had a telekinetic blast, compression, combat, destruction, his speed and endurance were augmented, he could cut things (James would jokingly call him Sylar when he did that) and he could fly, a little; he could hardly fly from England to Istanbul, still too great of an effort, but he could stay afloat after being tossed from a building. He was drawn out of his thoughts when he heard machine guns going off and screaming. For a moment, he allowed himself to think that James had finally found him, but there was way too much noise for a telepath as skilled as James, especially because James' secondary ability was ghost physiology; he was the stealth, Alec was the wrecking ball.
As his door was blown open, three men came in, two running to him to melt his shackles off, whilst the third calmly walked towards him. Alec was beyond shocked; this man was one of those that could be described both handsome and average, blond hair that was carefully brushed out of his face, tanned skin, eyes that couldn't seem to decide if they wanted to be brown or deep blue. In other words, he had the perfect look for an agent; handsome enough to stand out in a crowd, but average looking enough to blend back into that crowd when the bombs went off. What was most certainly not average however, were his power levels; as a high level himself, even with the collar he could sense other high levels, though this one clearly left him and James in the dirt with how powerful he was.
"You are one half of the pair I'm looking for; with your co-operation, I hope to soon have the ghostly psychic that could very well control all of Great Britain if he so chose."
"James may be good but he isn't that good, and I'll never help you catch him; he'd skin me alive for it." Alec said with his usual smirk, only to be surprised when the other man simply smiled back and took the collar off.
"I think you'll find that not only will you help me, you'll gladly help me." Alec then felt a tight pinch in his neck and felt himself lose consciousness. When Alec came to again, he found himself lying on a very comfortable bed in a sort of apartment with plain stone walls and a balcony overlooking what looked like the ocean. He got up and went over to the balcony, hoping to see if he could use his telekinesis to fly/float down, only to feel himself gently pushed back; there was a type of force field that let a cool breeze in from the ocean but kept him inside the apartment. He turned as he heard the door open and let loose a telekinetic blast that would stop an elephant, only to have an even stronger one thrown at him that threw him back on the bed and kept him there.
"I was wondering when you were going to wake up, but I suppose you haven't been sleeping that well for the last two weeks. I do hope your body is sufficiently healed? I personally healed you, but you sometimes need your patient awake to tell you where it hurts; I also think the scars on your face are rather fetching so I left them." The powerful blonde from before asked as he came inside and looked at Alec as if he hadn't just broken a powerful blast that few had been able to stand against, let alone stop and send back at least twice as strong.
"Why heal me if you want me to help you find James?" Alec asked as he strained against the hold pinning him.
"Oh, I don't need you to help me find him; you are going to send a distress signal that will bring him running to here."
"And then you'll take him down with your telekinesis and wipe out two agents at once." Alec summed up, only for a wounded expression to cross the blonde's face.
"'Take him down'? Oh no no, I plan to have the two of you help me in my 'grand scheme' as it were. And my ability is not just telekinesis; rather, telekinesis is a sub-power of my true power, as is healing."
"Your ability is magic based then? That's the only way I can think of in which you could have more than two abilities, unless you are some sort of replicator." Alec asked, still trying to break free from the much stronger grip.
"You were right the first time; my ability is called Evocation." The stranger said, though Alec was only more confused, so confused in fact, he stopped struggling.
"Evocation? I've never heard of that ability."
"I'm not surprised; it's the ability many fear because it is so rare and powerful, Mummy made sure I was thoroughly prepared before sending me out into the field. Of course, it took two agents to replace me when she betrayed me."
"Mummy? Replace? You were a member of MI6?"
"Yes, and when I 'operated beyond my brief' she turned me over to the Chinese, who tortured me for a long time. But more on that later, right now I have to set about convincing you to call your little ghostly telepath and then convince him to join our cause."
"What makes you think for an instant that I would join you when S.P.E.C.T.R.E. couldn't break me?" The stranger smiled in that annoying way parents do when their child has said or done something particularly foolish.
"You really don't know anything about the ability of Evocation, do you, Cossack?" The title made Alec's insides freeze; James knew he was a Russian by birth (there was only so much control you could exert over your tongue and mind when you were inside James), but only MI6 knew he was the son of a Lienz Cossack. He had been working for a long time to set himself up as an arms dealer so that he could avenge his family, though a monkey wrench by the name of James Bond had been thrown into the works about six years ago. When he had been given a partner, he had originally planned on using them as a means to an end and then disposing of them, only to find himself falling in love with the ghostly telepath. He had spent more than one quiet moment waiting for targets to slip up thinking of ways for James to come with him when he defected. They ranged from having a mental manipulator play with James' mind just enough that it was his idea for them to defect (could go horribly wrong in the fact that James was a strong telepath himself and if he broke the command, he could make Alec get a rather powerful migraine) to simply locking James in a 'ghost-proof' room where Alec could take his time 'convincing' James. From the smile that crossed the strangers face, he knew exactly what Alec was thinking.
"Evocation allows you to read my mind as well?"
"Allow me to fill you in on my ability; my ability allows me to use magic to call upon the physical, psychic and spiritual forces of nature."
"And what the hell does that mean?" Alec interrupted, and gasped as it felt as though someone had just pinched his nipples, causing a spike of arousal to go straight to his cock.
"If you could be patient for more than ten seconds, I would tell you. First, the physical; the forces of the physical plane, which mainly consists of the elements including the celestial elements Aether and Nether. Not that I use the last two all that often, far too dangerous and not very effective in the field. Now, I don't think I have to explain the psychic realm, but I will tell you that my gift allows me psionic manipulation, which to you means telepathy, telekinesis and empathy, as well as psychic energy manipulation."
"What's the difference?" Alec asked before fighting a moan as it felt like two strong hands stroked his inner thighs as the stranger explained
"Psychic energy manipulation allows me to create, shape and manipulate psychic energy in various ways, including manifesting it in a material form. My version of telepathy includes mental manipulation, a psychic shield and telepathic communication. Meanwhile, my telekinesis includes matter manipulation and telekinetic force manipulation, which frankly makes me a stronger telekinetic than you as I can do all that you can do, as well as throw yours back in your face. Finally, the spiritual plane, otherwise known as the forces of the astral plane; with this plane I can mimic the abilities of the other planes, summon ghosts and deities, fire blasts of pure astral energy, become a spirit as well as use spiritual magic such as mysticism and shamanism. But, I seldom use that part of the ability; that is even more dangerous than using Aether and Nether, as if you piss off any spirits, they will retaliate against you very harshly."
"I would hardly think that you would be afraid of your own powers." Alec tried to come off as cocky, but when he felt his nipples twisted harshly, he quickly shut up.
"Anyone who does not respect the spirit world is just asking to be torn limb from limb and tormented for the rest of eternity! However, I know that you are merely hoping to get me angry so that I may break my concentration and give you a fighting chance to escape. But, you might as well accept what is going to happen, because there really is no escape and my powers will allow me to play you like a violin." The blonde explained before he stroked Alec's neck with his bare fingers.
"You sound very sure of yourself; you should know however, that James and I use our abilities to play with each other all the time, as he teases me with mental images whilst Q is talking about our gadgets, I tease him by stroking his cock lightly with my telekinesis. I doubt there's much you could essentially do to me that James hasn't."
"Really? I wonder what the two of you would have done if the Quartermaster was a telepath as well. But, you've never been on the receiving end of your telekinesis, have you? And even if you had, it would not be on this level." As the blonde spoke, it felt like someone shoved a vibrator up Alec's ass and was shoved right against his prostate.
"Ahh!" Alec could only imagine the control it would take to put pressure on his prostate as well as make the particles vibrate at the right consistency so that he felt intense pleasure, instead of being ripped to shreds.
"Also, if just the idea of James helps you relax and get aroused, why don't I do all I can to help you relax?" As the stranger spoke, his face changed, with his hair darkening to beautiful midnight locks, his facial structure changing, and while his hair darkened, his eyes lightened, changing from dark pools into ocean blue.
"Does this help, Alec?"
"It would if I didn't know for a fact that you're not James."
"That's absolutely true; I'm much stronger with greater capabilities than James has thus far been able to produce. For example, have your ears ever been exceptionally sensitive?" The stranger asked to which Alec just shook his head, which is why he was shocked as not-James gently bit his ear and it felt like he had been electrocuted.
"When one has learned the control I have, you can fool around with certain brain functions, such as which nerves make you hot, and which don't, and I just turned all of yours on to very high levels. This should prove to be a very interesting experience for you. By the way, I don't approve of being called 'not-James'; you can call me Silva." The newly christened Silva then proceeded to kiss Alec within an inch of his life, and though Alec knew that this wasn't James, Silva was using his mental manipulation to make it feel like it would if it was, and for some reason even his enhanced senses couldn't tell the difference. Silva then started unbuttoning Alec's shirt (which Alec was thankful for; he hated the outfit he was wearing with its flamboyant design), before he started kissing and nipping at Alec's throat. All this, such seemingly simple actions, actions that he and James used to get each other in the mood, was shooting straight to his cock as if he were a bloody teenager again. When Silva got to his nipples, the only thing that kept him from shooting off the bed was the other's telekinesis; they had been mildly sensitive before, but now with his nerves being played with, not to mention Silva using his apparent ice manipulation to make his fingertips feel like ice cubes, he doubted he could truly do anything but moan and occasionally whimper. And he was right; he came in his pants before Silva even reached his navel. Silva tsked in a humiliating way as he looked down at the wet spot in the trousers.
"Such little self-control you have! It appears as though I will have to restrain that part of you as well." Alec had a feeling that Silva had intended to put a cock ring on him from the start, but found he was having difficulty catching his breath to voice such a thing. After his trousers and pants were off and the ring was on, Silva returned where he left off, though when he swirled his rough, cat-like tongue in Alec's navel, Alec was rather ashamed of the moan that ripped itself out of his throat; he hadn't even known that was a sensitive spot for himself, and now it felt like Silva had just tongued his slit. He was only mildly surprised when Silva flipped him onto his stomach; he knew this was what Silva wanted, he just thought Silva would have done it face to face. He hissed as hot wax was suddenly dripped on his back; he had neither heard a match being struck nor suddenly smelled a candle being burned, but now that he thought about it, he did remember seeing some candles on the bedside table, and the man had said he could control the elements; if he could easily summon ice, he could just as easily summon fire. It was just his luck that wax play was a kink of his; when the mission had been rough and James had gotten hurt, Alec would have James pour wax on Alec's chest, a good stinging pain that he deserved, yes James hadn't gotten seriously hurt (after all, technically speaking the man was already dead in a sense; ghost physiology and all that), but Alec's secondary ability made him see James as his mate, and good dominant mates don't let their submissive mates get hurt.
"You always top James, don't you? And all the playing you do is on the front isn't it? I would hazard a guess that the most you've ever done on your backs was spank James, am I right?" Alec was ashamed to say he moaned when Silva spanked him when he didn't respond right away. What was happening? Alec had never allowed someone to dominate him; he himself was unable to give up control to anyone, that was what made him and James good for each other, James needed someone to help ground him in this world, someone to help remind him that not everyone could be saved but that didn't make it James' fault they had died. Alec needed someone to need him, someone to look after and protect, and he had found that in James, which was why he had kept off-putting his defection; he truly needed James and James truly needed him. So why on Earth was he so turned on at this Silva dominating the hell out of him?
"Yes, I sometimes spank James, but not in a sexual sense or strictly for foreplay; he needs it when he feels like he has let someone die and I need to do it when he deliberately doesn't tell me I'm hurting him beyond his limits." He was surprised when Silva ran a soothing hand up Alec's back (now clean of the wax thanks to telekinesis and a little nail scraping) before he felt him lean over to grab something (probably a condom and lube) from the nightstand.
"I can see that you are truly a caring dominant; putting off your own revenge whilst looking for a way to bring your sub with you in your defection. What I am about to do you may find that you like, or you may want to try on James when you get the chance, as I have known many to find this act highly erotic." Silva explained as he leant down and spread Alec's cheeks.
"And what would that be?" Alec asked, trying to keep his voice steady as he prepared himself to be breached. He could not hold back his cry of arousal as Silva licked him from his balls all the way to his tail bone.
"I think you may just like rimming after all." Was all Silva said before he started licking around Alec's hole in earnest, making Alec shamefully whimper, as he had never felt like this before. When Silva tried to breach him with his tongue, it took all Alec had to keep him from entering; he did not want to think about how that tongue would feel inside of him, with him having the sensitivity of a virgin teenager at the moment. Silva then used his telekinesis to drop more wax on his back, make it feel like someone had just clamped his nipples, and make the cock ring vibrate. As his body tried to adjust (as well as make a valiant effort in cumming), he lost control and felt Silva's tongue practically dive into his entrance. /You see, little Cossack, the immense pleasure that can be given when you truly control telekinesis? When you control the very particles around you? If you knew how to do this, do you honestly believe your little telepath would be able to stay stubborn about defecting? Make him cum helplessly again and again while his body is helplessly stimulated until he is screaming in that perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. Your sub is loyal, but he is loyal to whosoever holds his leash, and do you truly believe he would rather stay loyal to something that will eventually betray him, the way it did you and me? Something that wants him to remain alone so that he doesn't betray it, whether intentionally or accidently; see all strangers as potential threats, not potential friends or even allies? To admit to the world there is something wrong with him in that he can execute a man, shoot him in the head, slash his throat or carve up his chest, and then walk away, return for a pat on the head before he returns to his cold, empty apartment, where there isn't even a pet that is happy he's home because he could be away for weeks at a time and of course he has no friends to look after them whilst he's away. Yes, return to a place that for all intents and purposes is just a spacious tomb where he can drink himself to death and the only ones who will miss him are you, the Quartermaster, Agent Moneypenny, and maybe a few restaurateurs. All that loneliness and pain, when what you, and by extension me, offer him is warmth and acceptance, a warm apartment where you and he can be together without the sneers of others, of those who look down upon you and especially on him, as he has admitted he needs a grounding agent or he will lose himself to the winds of betrayal and loneliness. To be something that matters, instead of just a number or a ghost, pointing an empty sleeve, smirking at everything people feel or want or struggle for, while feeling all the while that he wants to be part of that group, because that is the group that can make him feel not so alone, not so disconnected because he ultimately want the same things they want. MI6 wants you, James, all the other 00s, and all their other agents to act like nothing touches you; nothing warms you, that you don't need anything, not people, love, even a dream or an idea just to cling to in the darkness. We all wish to belong somewhere, make James understand that it is with you he belongs; it's you, because you accept him for all that he is./
As Silva gave his mental speech to Alec, he had dropped his illusion, used his telekinesis to stroke Alec's prostate, and had also started fingering him, but it was nothing like what he did to James; that was just scissoring and stretching, what Silva was doing was massaging and caressing, coaxing the muscles to surrender and relax, whilst no movement was made to actually stretch him apart from the finger that was gliding alongside his tongue. Alec felt his resolve weakening; this was what he wanted, the perfect way of both avenging his parents, his sister, and still having James, how had he not seen it before? James had worked solo missions, and he had worked missions with other agents before and after working with Alec, but it was Alec he would often choose when given the choice of working solo or with a partner of his own choosing. It was James who had, in his own way, offered friendship when all Alec wanted was to watch England burn. James, in his own remarkably shy and roundabout way, asked for friendship and then physical companionship from someone who could have mocked him endlessly for openly admitting he needed someone. It had become what it had, after a particularly bad mission; they had saved the mission, but a village full of innocent people that had helped them had been destroyed. The elders of the village, as well as James and Alec via a closed circuit, had been forced to watch as the women and the children had been defiled in every way imaginable, had been forced to listen to their screams as they were raped, burned with acid, the women watching their children being mercilessly destroyed while the fiends all laughed and jeered each other onto greater cruelty to people whose only crime had been sheltering them for a few hours whilst they prepared their assault. After they were done, they had forced everyone into their house of worship, then locked everyone in and set it on fire, listening to the screams of the people as they tried to get out.
As James had been forced to listen to the screams of people, innocents that could never have done anything to deserve such a fate, he had done something rather extraordinary; he was able to slip off the power suppressant collar, and soon everyone around them was screaming while clutching their heads. Alec managed to get his own off and shielded James whilst their enemies tried to shoot him to make the pain stop; he couldn't be certain if James' intangibility was active during such a strong telepathic episode and he would rather not chance it, as James was obviously also making an effort not to hurt Alec. Alec watched on the screen as the men who had violated the villagers, men who were at least fifty miles from their location, fell to their knees and then to their stomachs, as they felt what their bosses and co-workers felt. Some were fortunate in that Alec simply used his telekinesis to crush their throats before they could shoot at James or use their sonic screams, but others he left to James' 'tender mercies'. When James' eyes finally cleared again and focused, everyone who had been present had their faces fixed in horror, but many were still alive; alive in the sense that their hearts beat and their lungs took in air. He didn't worry about them though; one look at James and it was obvious that while those people may still breathe, and their hearts still beat; James had taken their minds away, and locked them in permanent nightmares. Some were fortunate enough to simply be brain dead. James then walked over to the man who had betrayed them and his village by informing the warlord they were there to get rid of in the first place of where they were, he was one of the ones who still breathed, until James put his hand in the man's chest, and pulled out his heart, which was still beating; Alec hadn't even known that James could do that. All while they drove back, obviously with Alec at the wheel as James was in no shape to drive; Alec noticed James had a dead look in his eyes, as if he were trapped in his own mind, and neither said a word until they were back in their hotel room and Alec had made James take a shower, doing his best to scrub the blood off of James' hand. And the only words were Alec calling to James, who finally broke down and cried, and Alec could only hold him while trying to bring James fully back to him. Finally, Alec kissed him, deep and slow and coaxing, a kiss worthy of lovers, not just casual partners. From there on, Alec had used everything he could think of to get a reaction from James; ice cubes, shallow cuts that bled for a few seconds, his belt, even candles and cigarettes which seemed to work the best. When they had reported in a few days later and returned their equipment to Q, the Quartermaster had taken one look at them and told M in no unequal terms that unless they were allowed to rest, he would refuse to outfit any other agents. That night, whilst James lay exhausted in Alec's arms in Alec's apartment, Alec came to the decision that no matter how he did it, he would take James with him when he defected, even if it started as kicking and screaming. Alec was summarily brought out of his thoughts when Silva withdrew his tongue and finger, and also flipped him back onto his back so that they were facing each other.
"I take it you've considered my offer?" Silva said with his little smile.
"Yes, so long as James and I can stay together, and I can have revenge for my family, I'll join you and bring James here." Silva's smile only grew as he said
"Wonderful! Now, as part of your official welcome." Silva then again surprised Alec when poured the lube on Alec's cock, not his own.
"Not what you were expecting, eh Cossack?" Silva smirked before straddling Alec and slowly sinking down on his cock. Alec whimpered at the tight heat that encased his over sensitive cock; he didn't know how many times he had dry orgasmed, but needless to say it was enough to make him highly sensitive, and wishing he could just cum already; hopefully Silva wouldn't tease him too much.
"You know, I could keep you like this for hours? Just constantly tease you until you break down and cry like a little boy; I think it would be a good look for you." Silva said as he kept a steady pace of rising and falling on Alec's cock.
"Please, don't, please just let me cum, I can't take much more. I've given you my loyalty, my promise to bring James here and to even help you break England's leash on him. What else do I have to do?" And Alec actually was crying though he didn't realize it and Silva was right, or rather he was half right; it was a good look for Alec Trevelyan, but it was only good enough for Silva to gaze upon, anyone else who made the feral telekinetic upset would find themselves in for a world of hurt. He then started a vicious pace that they both enjoyed, and as he felt his own orgasm coming, he leant down so that they were chest to chest and as he stuck his tongue in Alec's ear, he broke the cock ring off, and held onto the Cossack as he released quite the load. Alec was barely conscious as Silva lifted himself off and finally released Alec from his grip and returned his nerve endings to normal, but he listened as Silva again leaned down and whispered in his ear
"You are mine now, little Cossack, as soon your telepath will be, but I will never make you separate, never tear you apart or let anyone insult you or him. I have given you and him the freedom you truly wish for; all I ask for in return is loyalty." Alec nodded before Silva kissed him one last time and he passed out. Silva laid there for a few moments before he gently lifted himself off of Alec and went to the adjourning bathroom and got a cloth so as to clean Alec of the sweat and sperm that was slowly cooling on his skin. He had intended to only recruit a trusty lieutenant and instead he now seemed to have acquired something of a partner, two when they managed to break and remake James. Ah well, it just meant that he would have someone to enjoy his revenge with all the more; he had been building up his empire ever since he had destroyed the Chinese who had imprisoned him, and as such, he also built up quite the repertoire of assassins, masters of disguise, extortionists and other such charming people that would put the fools of S.P.E.C.T.R.E. to shame. Whilst he had been doing this, he decided that it would be all the more satisfying if he had at least one member of his own team in MI6, to watch over things and make sure he stayed in the shadows until he was ready. He had looked through every single file of every person working there, from the maintenance staff to M's personal assistants. He had almost decided on somebody from Q branch, a man that looked like he was slotted to be the next Quartermaster, when he had come across not one but two interesting files; the files of 006, Alec Trevelyan, and 007, James Bond. Trevelyan's file had read like a script for a movie; a mother and father betrayed by a leading power, surviving execution squads only for the father to kill himself and his wife while charging his only son to remember what had led them there. From there, 6 year old Alec Trevelyan had done his best to survive whilst looking after his little sister and keeping out of the clutches of Children Services, only for the three year old sister to succumb to hunger, dehydration, and exposure and die in her brothers arms. From there, Alec had been sent to an orphanage until he had been chosen by M to become an operative, everyone figuring that Alec would have been too young to remember how they had left his parents to the wolves. Of course, that wasn't the case, but it was a quaint notion to believe in, as he had only been the best agent he could be so that he could gain influence and power, as well be in a position of real power for knowing when to strike, though he had not been expecting on getting a lover as well.
James Bond lost his parents at a young age due to a climbing accident, though the way the files read, it would seem that there had been those that doubted if it really was an 'accident'. He had been eleven years old, and he still had family, but it was obvious to any that cared to look that, like Alec, he had become mentally reclusive and spent every waking moment perfecting his abilities, which had proved to be invaluable in the navy. After he had met Alec, he found himself often requesting the telekinetic as a partner on missions whenever the other was available, to which MI6 complied to as alone, the men were deadly, but together, they became a force of nature; the silent telepath and the destructive telekinetic. He knew MI6 would find this both appealing, and troublesome; after all, the two men had the highest mission success rate of any of the other 00s especially when they were together, and James loyalty to the crown was commendable and seemingly unquestionable. On the other hand however, you had the son of a Lienz Cossack who may just remember a thing or two one day (never knowing he already remembered), and he was the one who could make sure the telepath either stayed on their side, or defected. Not to mention there was the fact that SIS feared that any two assassins, let alone ones that were as close and as powerful as James and Alec, would decide to take what MI6 taught them and go into business together as very effective mercenaries.
James Bond had met Alec Trevelyan about a year after the Tracy incident, as it was called in the files, and Alec had been the one to help James heal, though even now he was still badly broken. There was also the fact that the two men were both incredibly powerful; you could train all you wanted but if you didn't have the raw power along with the discipline to back it up, all you had was a highly refined ability. Bond and Trevelyan had both the power and the discipline to become masters of their abilities, and that scared the hell out of the big wigs back in England; James had caused an entire facility of people to either go brain dead, lose their minds, or simply told their bodies to shut down, imagine if he got even stronger and could do that to a whole country on a regular basis. Then there was Alec, who could stop elephants and trucks in their place or lift them over his head, could choke a man, kill him without leaving a trace, unlock any door, was stronger and faster than most, could tear people in two without ever touching them. But what if he went to the next level? Seeing the particles, the atoms of existence, and dividing them? Controlling elemental attacks that were thrown at him, manipulating them how he wanted them to behave? That was what made people so nervous around telekinetics; you never exactly knew just how far they could or would go, and in the hands of a man whose loyalty could be called into question, they were undoubtedly afraid. And all of that was before anyone took into account James' ghost abilities or Alec's enhanced instincts; the men were highly armed and dangerous. Silva had to laugh; perhaps that was the reason M had held back in promoting him to 00, but she didn't appear to have had the same problems this time around. He had smiled after reaching his decision of using both agents; Trevelyan wanted revenge for his family, but he didn't want to lose James, meanwhile Bond wanted to be loyal to something, but he wanted his loyalty repaid with companionship and maybe even love, something that he got from Alec. They were perfect for his plans, now he just needed to help Alec attain a few finer points of telekinesis before they lured the telepath here and set about convincing him that his loyalty was better suited to those that actually valued his loyalty and would repay it in the right manner.
It took what seemed like two weeks for Alec to begin to fully realize his power, but he was stunned when Silva told him that to the outside world, less than a week had gone by; apparently, Silva did use his astral plane powers a little bit, and he had made it so that time could pass much faster on his little island if he so desired. Silva had been a vicious teacher, causing Alec to move even faster than he had ever done, as well as perfect his telekinetic shields. The first few days had been rough, as Silva proved he was not above sneaky tactics; just as he thought he had the shield to perfection, Alec would feel pressure on his prostate as well as feeling like someone was deep throating him and he'd lose all concentration. After a while though, he managed to perform such tasks without succumbing to Silva's ploys, which made Silva quite proud, something that Silva showed the night before Alec was to summon James.
"You have progressed very quickly; when you summon James tomorrow, and when he eventually arrives, which won't take long thanks to my little trap in Shanghai, you will be able to bind him before he can do any real damage to anyone. From there, I doubt it will be too much effort to redirect his loyalty and turn the terrier into a wolf." Silva said as he sipped his wine and Alec sipped his beer; Alec seldom drank alcohol, preferring to keep his wits about him, and when he did drink, it was only one or two and he really didn't like most wines.
"Not like there was a whole lot of choice; it was either advance or get cut to ribbons, I still have healing gashes on my legs and back thanks to not being fast enough or the shield not holding. Not to mention the various burns from when I would make something combust but I was unable to control it from there."
"Yes, we will hold off a couple of days before perfecting that technique; I want James to understand he will not be leaving until we are able to break England's leash on him before we start up again on you setting things on fire and trying to control it."
"I hope you will refrain from the canine comments around James, as he will undoubtedly guess I'm the reason behind them and that will put me in the doghouse." Alec then noticed a strange look on Silva's face, as if he were contemplating something. Alec didn't know exactly what they were, but Silva was helping him cut James' strings before they got all tangled up and he had to be thrown away, so he felt it at least polite to ask
"Anything in particular on your mind?"
"I was stationed in station H, quite a few years ago and I used my abilities to make sure we stayed ahead of our opponents, I was one of the first hackers and as computers got better I just got better at hacking them. It wasn't even one of my powers, and yet, I was still better, even better than some who were technopaths! Then, when the prisoner exchange came up, M gave me up in return for five agents who had been foolish enough to get themselves caught, no offense. From there, they kept me in a small room with no air for five months, and I protected M's secrets, I protected her. But they made me suffer… and suffer… and suffer until I realized M was the one who had betrayed me, leaving me with only one option; my cyanide capsule in my back left molar, the same as the one I took from you when you first arrived here while you were unconscious. But even after I broke the tooth and bit into the capsule, and I felt it burn my insides, life clung to me like a disease, and it was then I realized I had survived so that I could see her one last time, and free others from her control before they suffered my fate." Alec looked shocked at the end of the history lesson, to survive cyanide was no laughing matter, and he knew that James had often wondered what would happen if he bit into his capsule, after all the man was technically speaking a ghost already, so would the cyanide work for him, or would his insides just burn? He knew that James greatly feared being left behind, left a broken thing for the enemy to constantly abuse as he kept MI6s secrets (his stupid loyalty still getting in the way), and that was what cemented the idea in Alec's mind that they could and had to persuade James to become a double-agent for them. Alec was further shocked when he felt silk brush over his eyes as Silva tied a blindfold around his eyes, and felt himself unable to move as his trousers were opened and pulled down along with his pants.
"I wanted you to know this to understand why I wanted revenge so badly, going so far as to take two of Mommy's own children and making them loyal to me. I chose the one, who wanted revenge as badly as I did, and I also chose the one who needed to betray England before history could repeat itself and she could betray him like she betrayed me. Thanks to her, my abilities make me quite possibly the strongest person on the planet, but I will use my mind to bring her down." Alec couldn't stop the moan as he was all of a sudden aroused to an almost painful amount in an incredibly short time.
"I never told you my secondary ability; Pheromone Manipulation, it helped me with the illusion that I was your beloved James, it's why even with your enhanced instincts, you were confused at some points. I could make you feel whatever I want you to feel, I can make you more afraid of a small mouse than you've ever been in your entire life, or I could make you love the British Government that destroyed your family, and make you have an irresistible urge to be the good son, better than James to the point that you would reject James simply because your love for Queen and Country would far outstrip your love of a mere man."
"NO! No matter how strong your ability is, or how far I'm willing to go to help you and myself, I would never disregard James for England or anything else! He is my mate and my instincts would never allow me to hurt him!" Alec then heard a light chuckle and knew that Silva had been teasing him, and if he could he would have smacked himself; Silva just loved teasing him until his feral side came out. He then paused as he heard the strangest noise; it was something of a pop and clicking noise, like something was being popped and then slipped out. He then heard Silva talk again as his cock dropped and he was no longer aroused, though he was surprised when he voice sounded strange; deeper and slightly warped.
"That is why you will primarily be the one to break James; I will be around at night, but that will hopefully only drive him further into your arms, as you will be the only familiar thing, even if you were the one who got him into the problem in the first case, but even that is familiar, isn't it?" Before Alec could make a comment on his voice, he felt wet heat encompass him, and it took every fibre of his being not to scream at the sensations. He had had James blow him before (frankly he was the reason James was so good at it), but even on his best day, James could never have done this; there was no resistance from jaw or palate, Silva's mouth and throat was like an open, wet cavern. The tongue that had helped Silva play him like a fiddle his first day here, was again playing with him, the rough patchiness sliding along his cock and somehow seemed to wrap around his cock as if it were a hand stroking him. He gasped and moaned as the sensations of wet heat sucking him and a rough tongue stroking all over him before he explosively came in Silva's mouth, though he whimpered as he kept sucking and licking him as he came, milking every last drop out of him. As Alec slumped in defeat, he felt Silva release him and slip his pants back on while completely slipping his trousers off.
"I don't understand though; how were you able to do that thing with your tongue? That wasn't telekinesis, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't any kind of mental manipulation." Alec asked (more like slurred) as Silva grabbed him and helped him walk over to his bed.
"I may tell you when James has accepted his new role as you have accepted yours; I'm afraid it's a little difficult to explain, and considering I just turned your brains into liquid, and frankly I think you squirted some of that liquid with your cum, I don't think you'd understand even if I explained it in Russian, using small words. For now, rest, and think about the best way about bringing James here; we have to make sure he does not suspect anything until it is too late for him to retreat." The next day, Alec was able to mentally send out an S.O.S to James, including sending images of some of Silva's followers, a couple of which would be in Shanghai with Silva's rather pathetic pet, Severine; she would draw James in, and the men would make sure he didn't run. Then Alec would set about showing James the truth; that in spite of everything he had done for them, including losing his wife, his beloved Tracy, MI6 would eventually turn on him and either find a way to destroy him or keep him locked up with no human interaction. Alec would not allow that to happen; James belonged to him, and it was time his weapon was allowed to truly indulge in those bloodthirsty tendencies he did his best to hide except when he was on a particularly brutal mission. With these thoughts in mind, he upped his efforts in controlling his telekinesis, determined to become an expert at the advanced level of telekinesis before James arrived, and get some of the master level techniques down as well. By the time James arrived, he was proud to know he had accomplished his goal and now, with Silva locking down James' psychic powers the minute he came around (apparently Severine had done one thing correctly, and that was drug James with a powerful sedative) James would have no choice but to listen and obey. As James was carried into Alec's room, Alec noticed the men were doing their best not to let him bump into anything, not that he blamed them; many of these men had some kind of a healing factor, and were often the targets of Alec's training, especially with combustion, the seismic shock-wave and the 'remote' telekinesis, which allowed him to manipulate things that were not in his direct line of sight; such as those on the farthest side of the island away from him. Silva and Alec talked in hushed tones until both men felt James' start to regain consciousness, in which Silva left the room, but with the promise that James would be unable to use his powers in any way to escape. As James came to, he kept his eyes closed, no doubt hoping to throw his captor off balance and trying to figure out just where he was, and what the situation was.
"I know that you're awake James; you never could fool me when it came to this." Alec watched as James' eyes snapped open and looked straight at him, trying to figure out a multitude of things.
"It's no good looking through my mind; there is a telepath on this island that is even stronger than you, and he has clamped down your powers." Alec said as he came over and stroked the inside of James' leg.
"Alec, I don't understand; what's going on?"
"For you to understand you must know something very important; I am a Lienz Cossack. My parents survived the British betrayal and Stalin's execution squads, but my father couldn't let himself or my mother live with the shame. So he killed her, and then himself, leaving me to fend for myself and my little sister; I was unable to save her, and she died in my arms when I was six and she was three."
"I know." Alec paused as he looked at James, who now wouldn't meet his eyes until Alec used his telekinesis to make him look.
"I thought you never entered my mind without permission." Alec asked as he moved his hand up so he was petting James' stomach, a gesture he often used as part of the aftercare; it was what led to many of Alec's canine comments, it was a bit strange, but useful in calming James.
"Just before Arkhangelsk, you were having a nightmare; I hid myself from your defences and snuck in, hoping to figure out how to calm you, and I saw it. I didn't know how to say it without you killing me and, when Arkhangelsk happened, I thought, maybe…" A smile bloomed on Alec's face unbidden when he realized what James thought and sat next to him on the bed, turning the petting into full on rubbing.
"You thought I had chosen revenge over you and left you all alone. If you know what made me this way, you undoubtedly know what I intended. For the record, I had intended to defect years ago, but I didn't want to lose you."
"I don't want to lose you either, but I don't know how to fix this; I'm loyal to England, and you want to destroy it."
"Simple; you join me, watch England burn, and what grows from its ashes will be significantly better than what is there now." Alec said as he moved his hand up even further and started stroking James' neck, a rather erogenous area for James.
"Alec-" James found himself unable to continue as Alec dragged a nail down his throat, making him whimper.
"Don't 'Alec' me; England has been corrupt for too long James and deserves to burn. You know the only place where post-humans have it rougher is America? There, they have to register the minute it looks like they may be developing a power or they'll be thrown in jail regardless of their age or their ability. There has even been talk of doing blood tests on newborn babies to see who will be human and who will be post-human, a futile test as the baby will still possess much of the mother's genes until the child is around 8 months old or at most a year; a post born to a human will most likely register as human, likewise a human born to a post will just as likely register as a post. Now, if such a thing were allowed, how long until someone in parliament over here will suggest the same thing? Where children are immediately labelled as being different, labelled as mutants, when all they are able to do is Empathy or something, and very few are able to weaponize those kinds of abilities. Or have you forgotten that parliament almost managed to pass that law two years ago where those with intangibility had to be monitored at all times since if they could easily walk through walls, what was to stop them from walking into a bank vault?" James' remembered that law alright; he had been sweating over that law for a long time until it had been beaten down.
"Alec, that may all be true, but there are good people too, those that try to help post-humans, those that try to treat all equally, and those who admit that what England did to the Cossacks was wrong."
"So we are to keep the garden, even though only a handful of the flowers are good?" Alec asked as his hand went up again and started gently petting James' hair.
"We are to simply give up and destroy the forest just because a few trees have an infection?" James shot back, though he was in deep trouble, as Alec was using every trick he had in order to make James submit to him, which was tricky as his body was used to doing exactly that.
"James, our mouths could debate back and forth for hours, so why don't we let our bodies do all the talking?" Alec smirked before kissing James fiercely. James tried phasing through the bed, but Alec had managed to get a secure lock on James' body; meaning he really was going nowhere. Alec then threw his leg over James and was straddling him in a heartbeat, and started to use his telekinesis like Silva had taught him, starting with a light pressure on James' prostate, which surprised the hell out of him.
"Neat little trick I've learned since coming here, do you like it?" Alec asked with a smirk as he used his abilities to make it feel like he was fingering James, though he was doing it like Silva did it; massaging instead of stretching, coaxing the muscles to surrender; that was the only way to truly break down James Bond's defences, instead of a battering ram, you needed to sneak in and coax him to relax.
"Alec, please – stop for a minute and – ah!" James gasped as the light tickling of his prostate turned into full on massaging for a good five minutes. The massaging of his inner walls wasn't exactly helping any either; Alec had always approached this part with techniques of stretching and scissoring his fingers, opening James up as quickly as possible to get to the fun part, and James himself took the same approach when he teased the women he seduced. But Alec was doing something entirely different now. His telekinesis was massaging and caressing, with absolutely no attempt being made to stretch him out. Without his intangibility to get away from the sensations and with his telepathy locked up tightly, meaning he couldn't even read Alec's mind to figure out what was coming next so he could brace himself. All in all, the experience was one of the most arousing things they had ever done, and James worried about blowing his load before he was even able to get his trousers off, let alone his briefs.
"You can accept what is meant to be, James, or we can chip away at your defences until you accept. I assure you, it will be much easier if you give in now."
"Alec-"
"I suppose that answers that." Alec said before he licked a stripe up James' neck, ending it by curling his tongue around James' ear before going to work on unbuttoning James' shirt and stroking his chest.
"Al-" Before James could even utter his name; he felt pressure on his vocal cords, silencing him before he could say anything.
"I've learned a lot more about my abilities since I came here James; now, unless the next words out of your mouth are your desire to go along with the plan, I suggest you just lay there and look pretty whilst I set about turning your brain into liquid." Alec was very seldom gentle, not that James ever wanted that, but now, Alec used his hands and telekinesis to properly over stimulate James; everything from stroking his neck, to pinching his nipples, to making shallow cuts that would allow just enough blood to well up before Alec licked it up. James whimpered in embarrassment as the lightest touch on his cock made him come helplessly as he lay there and Alec watched in amusement.
"No need to be embarrassed James; I was unable to stop myself from coming when our new head, Silva, teased me, and he hadn't even reached my navel when he made me cum." James had a puzzled look, to which Alec elaborated on by saying
"He has Evocation and-" Before he could continue, he noticed James get a worried look on his face. /James must be completely exhausted to be wearing his heart on his sleeve like this/ Alec thought as he eased up the pressure on James' vocal cords so he could talk.
"I never thought that there was a living person who would actually be given Evocation as an ability; I thought it was one of those abilities you only hear about in legends and myths because you essentially control everything."
"Nope; he has it, and quite frankly I am rather glad I gave I when I did, because frankly, if you're going to remain stubborn, he is going to take you apart better than I ever could, and I'd rather that not happen James, as I love you a great deal. Now, taking into consideration my will as a rather dominant fellow, he reduced me to a crying mess within two hours, when S.P.E.C.T.R.E. had me for two weeks and I didn't break. Believe me when I say this James, but it would be much easier if you gave into me now; because if he's allowed to fuck you tonight, you will be a crying mess by the time he's done with you. And do you want to know probably the worst thing of all?" Alec whispered the last part directly into James' ear, pausing to rub his scarred flesh against James' which had quite the stubble. He felt it when James had a minute shiver, before swallowing and shaking his head.
"You will be immensely grateful when he accepts you into the fold." James whimpered again as Alec stuck his tongue into James' ear after speaking into it. Figuring he had given James enough time to recuperate, he flipped James over and started stroking, kissing and nipping James' back. When he remembered the candle on his nightstand, he lit the candle using his combustion technique, and let the wax pool as he listened to James moan. He also glanced at a toy he had always wanted to try on James, especially when he was flirting with women; sure, it was part of the job, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Silva had had one of his men get it, as he wanted to make sure that once James became their double agent and not MI6's, he stayed that way, which meant he had to be completely broken, and Silva firmly believed that those who could not be broken by pain, could be broken by pleasure. He really was hoping he could break James by tonight, since he knew Silva would bring out his 'A-Game' for her majesty's loyal terrier, and he'd really rather avoid that if he could; he had been easy since he always intended to defect, but James was different in that he was loyal. It was just like Silva said though; James was loyal to whoever was able to keep a good hold on his leash without choking him, James just didn't realize England had tightened his leash so much he could barely move without cutting off his air. When he noticed enough wax had melted, he brought the candle over and dropped a few droplets between James' shoulders, making him moan loudly. He let it cool before scraping it off with his nail and then he decided to show James the other thing Silva taught him, and he licked his hole.
"Ah! Alec, please don't do that." James pleaded as he tried to buck away as Alec grinned; James seemed to be exceptionally sensitive down there; he would often beg Alec to just get on with fucking him instead of carefully stretching him out (not that he ever particularly wanted to), but he had thought it mere impatience; this was going to be a lot of fun. He started gently circling James' hole with the tip of his tongue, having to strengthen his telekinetic hold as James tried to buck away as if he were a bronco trying to throw his rider; he barely held his laughter as he realized how apt that analogy was. As his tongue finally penetrated, he felt James convulse and come a second time; James must have been practicing celibacy whilst Alec was away with the way he was coming.
"Are you ready to give in, or do you need more convincing?"
"Alec, please – please don't make me cum anymore, I can't-"
"It won't be long before you realize that what I'm doing right now is for your own good, both in regards to Silva, as well as England's hold on you. Tell me James, do you know what a fleshlight is?" When Alec's enhanced senses picked up James' increased heart rate, he just knew he was going to have a lot of fun with him.
"Alec, please-"
"You have no idea how many times I wanted to show all those silly women that they didn't have what it took to keep you satisfied – Honey, Tatiana, Pussy, Aki – they thought they could give you what you wanted. Well James, since you seem to like the female flesh so much, I thought that this would be an appropriate toy for you." He then summoned the toy, and fully flipped James onto his back. He then slowly lowered the toy onto James' cock, listening as he whimpered and tried to buck away from the toy.
"How does it feel James? Does that feel better than what I do for you?" Alec asked after settling the toy fully over James' cock. He watched as James shook his head and tried to buck away. The feral side was almost completely in control now, wanting to show James once and for all that only Alec could satisfy him.
"Doesn't it feel as good as those women? They must be as good as what I give you; you certainly go through enough of them. Maybe this will help." Alec then activated the other feature of the toy; it had three vibrating bullets inside of it. James no doubt would have come right then and there, already being so over stimulated, but Alec used his telekinesis to act like a cock ring and kept James from coming.
"Please, Alec, make it stop – you know I was only with those women because of the mission; I was supposed to seduce Tatiana to get the de-coder, and Operation: Grand Slam would have succeeded if not for Pussy switching the gas canisters as well as getting word to Felix. Please, you're the only one that I want, now please, make it stop." Alec then picked up the candle again, and used the wax to drizzle patterns on James' chest, glad that even away; James had followed his orders and waxed his chest to keep the hair off. He then moved so his cock was level with James' mouth, and he didn't have to say a word before James took him in his mouth, hoping that if he got Alec off, Alec would let him cum and stop this, even for a little while. Finally, Alec accepted the fact that James would have to experience Silva's tender mercies tonight, so he started jabbing at James' prostate to help bring him to completion. When all was said and done, he stood to put the toy away, and noticed James was trying to stay awake, he sighed, pulling his trousers back up, getting ready to resume his training. Leaning down, he gave a small kiss to James' forehead and whispered
"Do yourself a favour James; just give in to Silva tonight, or he will break down every iota of existence that makes you, you, and he will completely rewrite them until you are his." As James went back to sleep and Alec left, he could only hope James would take his words to heart.
"Any luck?" Silva asked as soon as Alec came out of his room, but he just shook his head.
"Any advice on how to treat him then?"
"Does it matter?" Alec asked and was not surprised when he found himself pushed against the wall, Silva's knee between Alec's legs, and Silva's lips on Alec's own. He whimpered as his hormones were again played with.
"Advice?"
"Ah, his neck is quite sensitive, I also just discovered the nerves around his rim appear to be very sensitive and if you want to be rough, his nipples are very sensitive." Alec sighed in relief when he felt the arousal fade; coming from sex with Silva was all well and good, but when he made you come from playing with your hormones, it could be a little rough, not to mention humiliating. As Silva kissed him again before letting him go, and he went down to the field to again practice aspects of his telekinesis until they were perfect, such as actually grasping the organs that he couldn't see with his eyes, he worried about how long James' stubbornness would make him suffer under Silva's hands.
Later that night, James was taken from Alec's room and brought before Silva clad only in a pair of Alec's sleep pants. James looked at the person he assumed was Silva, and he was unnerved by the power levels he was sensing from Silva; he had never encountered anything like it.
"Well James, I know you haven't had much of a chance to see the island, but hopefully tomorrow will yield better results." Silva could sense the trepidation that James was having trouble hiding; poor thing must have had trouble sleeping without Alec there to wake and calm him from his nightmares.
"I was never a big fan of islands; always seemed so lonely." James replied, trying to call on the 007 persona that everyone always saw.
"Perhaps a little lonely, but I think sometimes it's good to be alone or just with one or two close companions."
"When you're a telepath, you find yourself seldom alone."
"I imagine you're feeling a little lonely right now with your abilities on lock-down."
"I've been cut off from others before."
"Turned you into quite the survivalist, didn't it? It reminds me of something when I was much younger; you see, my grandmother had an island. Nothing to boast of. You could walk around it in an hour, but still it was, it was a paradise for us. One summer, we went for a visit and discovered the place had been infested with rats. They'd come on a fishing boat and gorged themselves on coconut. So how do you get rats off an island? Hmm? My grandmother showed me. We buried an oil drum and hinged the lid. Then we wired coconut to the lid as bait and the rats would come for the coconut and... they would fall into the drum. And after a month, you have trapped all the rats, but what do you do then? Throw the drum into the ocean? Burn it? No. You just leave it and they begin to get hungry. And one by one..." Here Silva briefly interrupted himself to mimic the sound a rat made as it ate before continuing.
"They start eating each other until there are only two left. The two survivors. And then what? Do you kill them? No. You take them and release them into the trees, but now they don't eat coconut anymore. Now, they only eat rat. You have changed their nature. The two survivors. That is what she made us, though this time there are three survivors; you, and me, and our little Cossack."
"I've been called a few things in my travels but I've never been likened to a rat before." James said, with a slightly disgusted look on his face.
"You should feel grateful; in some cultures the rat is so revered it's practically a deity unto itself."
"And in some cultures they are seen as disgusting rodents that carry diseases that kill people."
"I take it you are referring to the bubonic plague that ravaged Eurasia for 5 years, resulting in a third of Europe's population being wiped out – an estimated 25 million people. You know, it was the fleas that brought the disease around; they infected the rats with it and when the rats died the little parasites would jump on us."
"I'll be sure to send them an apology card once I get off this island." James snarked and Silva couldn't help but laugh as he went to stand beside the telepath, only to have him move around and avoid him.
"You know James, I really don't understand why you're fighting this; you fight for a nation that is filled with those who would gladly see you branded as a freak, a nation that promises equality for all and then tries to pass laws that trample post-humans rights."
"Anything worth having is worth fighting for." James replied and Silva could hardly resist his snort
"You know, in places like Canada, Japan, Egypt and other certain places, post-humans are treated equally if not a little better than simple humans? Whereas in places like America you are called that disgusting word, mutant, as if there's something wrong with us. Even in your beloved England, having abilities like telepathy or telekinesis can disqualify you from certain jobs, like athletics or business; of course, if a post-human does better than a human, they must have used their abilities, because everyone knows that post-humans never just have natural skill in certain areas. If not for our beloved M, you indeed would have a very difficult time."
"M knows I know how to control my powers."
"Really? You don't think a cold chill ran down her spine when she heard about what happened in Nigeria? When she heard about you actually driving people insane, shutting their minds and bodies down, mentally attacking and killing people that were 50 miles from you? About you sticking your hand in a man's chest, and pulling his heart out, you don't think that made her wonder about some interesting things?"
"That was a one-time thing brought on by extremely high levels of stress." James replied, still side stepping and keeping just out of Silva's reach
"Really? Then tell me James, seeing as how both you and Alec were restrained, and had the power restraint collars on, just how did you manage to get your collar off?"
"It obviously wasn't on as tight as they thought it was." Silva adopted a curious look on his face before nodding
"Yes, that could explain it, if only I hadn't seen the footage of what you did; the light on the collar was on James, and that can only happen when the collar is securely fastened to a post-humans neck. Then, all of a sudden, poof, the little light went out. Plain and simple, you felt such rage the collar could not contain your powers any more, and it shorted out. A rare feat in and of itself, but to follow up with such an impressive telepathic display? Could you really blame M for being the tiniest bit worried that you could learn to summon that power at will? Or even worse? Make it grow?"
"It was just anger." Silva adopted a disappointed look as if he were a parent who caught his child with crayon stains on his hands, but refused to admit he had drawn on the walls.
"If it were mere anger, James, do you honestly believe you could have reached people 50 miles away from you. James, you and I both know that there are some who are average at their abilities, some who are on the weaker end of their spectrum, and then there are those who are just plain powerful. You, Alec and I are all on the higher end of average."
"I see despite your many talents, you do not know the meaning of the word 'humility'." James suddenly found himself unable to move, and realized Silva had had enough of cat and mouse, though perhaps in this instance, cat and rat would be more appropriate.
"Why bother with humility, when all it does is waste time? I much prefer a far more direct approach." Silva then kissed James on the mouth, and if James was forced to admit it, he had to silently say that Silva was indeed a good kisser. He tried to jerk away, but like earlier, he couldn't move a single muscle, not even as he felt a telekinetic touch drag his pants down.
"Apparently I'm not as strong as you would like to believe; I am feeling high levels of both anger and stress, and I can't move a muscle." James snarked as Silva moved away, but Silva merely chuckled.
"That is simple enough to explain, my pequeño fantasma*; you can't break free because you don't want to. You know what I offer is what you really want; your loyalty repaid with Alec's love. In spite of everything you've done and given up for them, eventually they will hate you and you will be cast aside. But you know that Alec will never let them cast you aside, and because of that, you and he have no desire to be apart from each other. You realize that what I offer is the best thing for both of you, and so you have no desire to throw off my hold on you." Silva had stage-whispered all this into James' ear before licking it. James could do nothing as Silva used his telekinesis to wrap James firmly in nylon rope; he felt his arms being tied in reverse prayer position but the rest was simply a bondage web, one that was made to wrap around his cock and Silva added to it by having a thick knot pass over James' hole.
"I must say, mi pequeño*, you look stunning in such an intricate web. Not too much strain on your shoulder is there?" Silva asked as he examined a shoulder that had been shot at, giving James the opportunity to go off the grid and look for Alec. James looked away in complete disinterest, realizing too late that if he looked anywhere but straight ahead, he would cause a chain reaction that made the rope rub over his nipples as well as rub the area around his cock and it made the knot rub over his hole. Three reactions that would have started getting him aroused, but certainly should not have made him bite his lip trying to hold in a moan.
"You were only ever interested in the reading and controlling of thoughts of people that you never thought about how the ability can be used in other ways. You touched on the possibilities that day in Nigeria, but only just. I'm going to show you just how much fun mental abilities can have with the body." James understood that to mean that certain erogenous zones had just been amplified to an almost unbearable level.
"Alec also mentioned you had pheromone manipulation?" James asked, doing his best to stand still as he was still mentally exhausted and without his abilities to protect his body, he was basically at the mercy of a man who could play him like a violin.
"Yes, an ability that helped me break down Alec's defenses and will also aid in breaking through yours. Not that I need that ability to break through yours; I know what you long for deep down, and that is what will help me."
"If you can break me with your abilities, then why bother with this?"
"Simple, if I used my abilities, I might just get carried away and break your mind beyond repair, whereas if I use our bodies to bend your will, I can be certain that you simply bend, not break, as I believe Alec would be most upset if I did that to you. Once you have been relieved of your pre-conceived notions about certain things, then you will be able to achieve your true potential." As Silva said as he ran his hands over James' shoulders and lightly skimmed his lower back. He knew from looking through Alec's memories that James was actually a physically sensitive person. Just as he had used his mental manipulation to make Alec as sensitive as a virgin, James had subconsciously used his ability to dim his own sensations. James was about to go on sensation overload, so Silva had to be careful; as he had previously said, he only wanted to bend James' will, not break him and make him a mindless doll.
"You make me sound like a horse that needs to be broken before it can reach its full potential."
"Alec compared you to a dog that is tethered to an abusive owner but the horse analogy works as well." Silva replied and watched as James tilted his head back in frustration (as he knew he would at the canine comment), then watched as James again bit his lip as the ropes tugged against his hole, cock and nipples.
"One would think you like this; you certainly seem determined to stimulate yourself."
"Call it irritation over-coming common sense." James grunted through clenched teeth.
"It's strange you know; how much you and I are alike. I believe it was fate that brought the three of us together; a trio of orphans, powerful, two already betrayed by something that should have protected and care about them, and one just waiting to be betrayed."
"You mentioned that this had something to do with M, but I don't see how."
"It's about her, and you, and me, and Alec. And you see what she has done to us?"
"Well, she never tied me up before."
"Her loss; I know Alec greatly enjoys doing this to you, and I can see why. What do you think Alec?" James then jerked his head up and watched as Alec emerged from the shadows and James couldn't help but blush as Alec's eyes took in his bound form and seemed to darken. Without any words Alec came over and stood behind James, gripping the rope, making it all tug against his spots again. He then felt Alec's fingers at his hole, starting off with two fingers shoved a little roughly into his hole, but James could admit he didn't care as Alec used his telekinesis to turn his head and kiss him. This turned out to be a very good idea as, while James had been preoccupied with Alec, Silva had gotten on his knees and started playing with James' cock using his mouth. James moaned into Alec's mouth as he struggled a little, but between Alec's raw strength and Silva's mastery over his powers, there was nowhere he could go. When James was prepped enough, Alec nodded down to Silva, making Silva literally hum in agreement, making Alec tug the rope over James' cock tightly so that he didn't come until Silva was ready. Alec entered James as Silva propped himself against the wall and then lowered himself onto James' cock. The three jerked and Silva saw James quickly losing control so he leaned down and bit James' Adams apple the same time Alec bit the spot where neck meets shoulder. The three men came, all interlocked, and tried to settle their breathing, and since he was so close Silva heard Alec say
"I forgive you James." Silva did not have to be as close as he was though to see the clear confusion on the younger telepaths face.
"For what?"
"For the explosives going off early; I saw the surprise on your face when they went off in three minutes instead of six."
"Alec, I was given specific instructions to set them off in three minutes instead of six if need be; since you were captured by Ourumov, I figured that counted."
"James, how on Earth was setting the timers off early supposed to help me?" Alec asked and James did his best to turn his head to look at Alec, causing the ropes to again move with him, though this time Alec felt it on his cock and Silva felt it near his own hole.
"Alec-" Before James could continue, Silva pressed down on both men's vocal cords using his telekinesis. Upon seeing them still trying to argue with each other (how domestic), he further used his telekinesis to press down on Alec's prostate as well as play with James' urethra (causing both men to react quite violently to the overstimulation) and said
"Hold it boys, I'm not as young as the two of you are, and I can't hold this position for much longer." So saying, Alec nudged back, drawing James with him, allowing Silva to lift himself off James. He then untied James from the web, but kept his arms tied behind his back.
"Your shoulder still alright?" This caused Alec to look at James sharply, and when Silva let up pressure on his vocal cords, he immediately asked
"Why would there be any trouble with your shoulder?"
"MI6 wouldn't exactly sanction my going to look for you, told me that you were dead and that I should move on, but I knew you were still alive so whilst Ronson and I were on a mission, there was an instance where the target and I were fighting on a ledge, Ronson attempted to fire on the target, and I didn't get out of the way of the bullet." James knew the expression on Alec's face promised him a little session after this about not pointlessly putting his life in danger. Alec looked at Silva who promptly said
"Don't worry, I started healing it as soon as I saw it when he was brought in here; he'll still have the scar, but it won't hurt him as much." This caused Alec to shake his head and mumble
"You and your scar kink. Any ways, James, the mission was clear cut; I clear the path for you, you come in, lay the explosives and we get the hell out of dodge before they explode. I'll admit, when Ourumov caught me, I thought about using the chance to disappear from MI6 but there was no clear cut way I could do it without making sure you came along. Then the bombs went off early; something I thought was a mere malfunction."
"Alec, those weren't the instructions I received at all; you were to go in early and scope the place out to look for appropriate places to lay deadly gas canisters. The bombs were supposed to be a sort of time freeze bomb; a giant flash, then everything solid would be frozen in time while you and I, being intangible at the time, would go on to places you had determined to be ideal to lay the gas canisters. If anything happened, such as you being captured, I was to set the time bombs off early and you would use the device in your watch that mimics my intangibility. I mean, Alec, think about it; who in their right mind would plant explosives at a chemical plant that had nitroglycerin in the same room as where the agents setting off the bombs were located? The chemicals that weren't burned up immediately would become airborne and possibly travel to the village that was down the mountain." Both men looked at each other and Silva could see they were having trouble believing each other so he offered up a solution.
"Gentlemen, if I may offer up a solution? Bring the memory of your briefing to the foreground of your minds, I will link your minds and we shall compare your briefings."
"Before we do that, can I please ask to be untied? I think we can all agree that I am a little outmatched here between two telekinetics with my own powers on lock-down. I fear that much longer in this position and my shoulders will pop out." Silva looked at Alec, who nodded knowing that James was right; James was one of the most deadly people at MI6 with or without his powers, but between being completely naked, being at the mercy of two powerful telekinetics, and having his own powers on lock-down, there wasn't much he could do. Silva and Alec both used their telekinesis to cut the ropes, and then each grabbed an arm and slowly put it into the correct position.
"Now, ready?" Silva asked and, after a moment, both men nodded. Putting his pointer and middle fingers on the temples of both men, he then acted as a medium and watched as both men were revealed to have been telling the truth. Tanner had briefed Alec and sent him on ahead, with Moneypenny briefing James and neither having been equipped by Major Boothroyd, so there was very little chance that they would suspect anything.
"As my grandmother would say: gentlemen, you've both been bamboozled."
"They set us both up; either to be killed or just plain separated, why though? We have the best mission success rate."
"Best mission success rate, but the two of you combined were also the most dangerous if you two ever went rogue. Think about it James; they know Alec is a Lienz Cossack, they give you actual bombs instead of the time bombs you thought you were being given with specific instructions that you should shorten the countdown should anything go wrong, assured that Alec will be alright. Afterwards, they refuse to let you search for Alec, and if I'm not mistaken, they have not let you have a moment to yourself since Archangelsk; they were hoping you would eventually lay your memories of Alec to rest and go on as you had before, though a little less trusting of any partner you may receive, after what happened to your partner and lover. And Alec, without James to temper your emotions, what would happen?" Silva asked as he turned to look at said Cossack who had a contemplative look on his face.
"Without James my mind would be solely set on revenge and I would ignore everything else."
"And, dead-set on your revenge, MI6 would eventually send an assassin to take you out; and we all know there is only one person with the qualifications to assassinate you; your former lover who, upon discovering you were alive, would feel so betrayed that he wouldn't think twice about killing you, no matter what you said; he probably wouldn't even blink if a satellite fell on you or something! And you, dear James, would probably never let another person see you for yourself and never commit to a real relationship ever again. And we all know the benefits of that." Silva could see both men were quickly losing their tempers, and he could feel James' powers start to try and break free from his grip on them.
"With me never in a real relationship, there would be no reason to make sure I stay alive to see that person again, as I did when Alec and I were on separate missions. 'Orphans often make the best agents.'" James quoted bitterly and Silva at least knew who he was quoting. In James' feuding moments, he never noticed Silva mentally say to Alec 'He begins to see how his loyalty to England has truly been repaid' and Alec only nodded discretely whilst trying to keep his own temper in check at the revelations. Putting a hand on James' shoulder to calm both himself and his sub, Alec asked
"Do you think I've been completely compromised?"
"Not if you play it the right way; play up the idea of malfunction, S.P.E.C.T.R.E. playing its part in trying to make you both doubt your bosses so that they can gain two new allies, with MI6 still suspecting, but never knowing one way or the other. Are you in, James?" James' glare could have sent an alpha wolf running with its tail between its legs.
"Obviously; I don't like it when my loyalty is repaid with someone trying to kill my partner, especially when I'm the one who would be doing the killing. And Alec, if you make the comment I know you want to, rest assured, I will castrate you." Alec only nodded, knowing in this instance James would indeed carry out his threat.
"Wonderful! Then, my darlings, rest for tonight, and in the morning, James, you are going to be put through serious rounds as you are farther behind in the usage of your abilities than Alec was when he came here. You only use the reading of thoughts, as well as mind control and illusion part of your telepathy, as well as only the invisibility and intangibility of your ghostly powers." Silva adopted an admonishing look on his face, but both Alec and James were confused at the comment.
"I get that I've been lacking in telepathy; without a teacher it can be difficult, seeing as how one wrong move can have me hearing all of London, and children have particularly loud thoughts. But I thought the whole shtick about being a ghost was being invisible and able to walk through walls." Silva rolled his eyes at such naiveté.
"Dear boy, have you never seen a horror movie or read a ghost story?" Silva asked and James replied rather snarkily
"Seeing as how when you think about, I would play the role of the monster, no, I haven't."
"Point taken, nonetheless, ghost physiology gives you the abilities of flight, possession, your own telekinesis, though you'll never be on Alec's scale, inducing fear into your enemies, ectoplasm manipulation and the ability to freeze things."
"I get all of those abilities except for the ectoplasm bit; just what is ectoplasm?" James asked to which Silva replied
"Ectoplasm is energy that comes from outside the physical realm; many believe it comes from the spiritual realm and say that it is the energy spirits are coated in so that they may enter our world." James just nodded, and as he and Alec turned to leave, Alec made the comment to Silva
"Ironic, isn't it? England tried to make James a more loyal soldier by separating us, and all they did was seal their own fates." As both men left, Raoul Silva smiled to himself and said in the emptiness of his room,
"A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it." Mind, he was not expecting the call in the morning. At James' urgent telepathic message to come running, Silva broke out his enhance speed thanks to his telekinesis, came charging into Alec's room, and was semi-shocked at what he saw.
"Is there any chance you could explain why I woke up with a tail and horns this morning and James woke up sprouting a pair of bird wings?" Silva used his astral powers and saw that, as his own had hoped when he saw the two of them, their souls each had an extra passenger attached.
"Did you get a chance to tell him about what happened to me that caused all this to happen?" Silva asked and, knowing Silva as he thought he did, Alec simply nodded his head as James, with the added weight on his back, was trying to stand up without falling over.
"Well then, I can tell you that even though I was powerful, the cyanide had ravaged my body to the point that I couldn't move even my pinkie. In my emotional turmoil and physical obsolescence, an ancient creature felt my hatred and gave me the power necessary to take my revenge on my jailors." As Silva said this, horns protruded from his forehead, his canines and tongue lengthened and to top off the image, his neck sprouted gills.
"The creature that saved my life was a leviathan. It made me even stronger, giving me control over the oceans and its denizens, fish physiology as well as snake physiology and a multitude of other goodies. I believe that last night, in James' moment of realization, two more ancient spirits took up residence within your souls."
"And just what would those creatures be?" Alec asked as his tail wrapped itself around James' middle as the newly winged male almost face-planted for the fifth time.
"Well, according to the leviathan currently purring in my mind, I would say a pair of old friends of his; for you Alec, the primordial monster of the land, the behemoth, and for you James, the primordial monster of the skies, the ziz." Silva watched as James finally managed to gain his balance and was able to stand up straight.
"If I may ask, what the bloody hell is a ziz?" James asked as he fought to keep his hard won balance.
"Essentially a primordial monster of the sky large enough to be able to block out the sun with its wingspan, it was rumored that the wingspan was so large, its shadow not only blocked the sun but cast the whole world in darkness." Silva said as Alec's tail kept swishing about in his irritation, much like a cat's.
"So, not only do I have to still perfect some techniques of my telekinesis, and James has a lot to catch up on in regards to his ghost abilities as well as his psychic abilities, we also have a whole new set of powers that we need to learn how to control so that we don't let MI6 find out we now have monsters from the dawn of time prowling about in our souls. Thus giving them even more ammo to worry about the two of us and possibly being less subtle about trying to get rid of us." Silva merely flicked his tongue at the two disgruntled double agents before giving them a look as if to say 'time's wasting'. Silva helped both men get used to their new spirits as well as develop their already existing powers. All in all, it took almost six months, making it around June when Silva decreed it was time for the two to indulge in James' hobby; resurrection. As the three men (who were now very well acquainted with each other's minds and especially each other's bodies) stood on the helipad where the helicopter they would 'steal' in order to 'escape' waited, James again sighed in frustration.
"I still don't understand why I'm having so much trouble with the air abilities as well as flying beyond simple movements; I thought the ziz was supposed to be a master of aerial combat?"
"I don't know James, but I think it has something to do with your personality; instead of going the path of least resistance, you always find a way to barrel on through to the path you want to go. From what I've noticed from air manipulators, that's just not the way to go about it." Silva said and both men could see how much it bothered him that he was having trouble with his new 'guardian's' element, especially when the other two men had had it come to them so easily; true Alec still had problems with the volcanic fields extract of his earth abilities, but it was nowhere near as bad as James, as whilst he could fly, it really did look like a human flying, in a very mechanical sort of way, instead of like a bird flying, that seemed very fluid.
"Yeah, well that air manipulator you had me talk to didn't make things any clearer; 'air is an element all about spirals, able to change direction at a moment's notice'. And don't tell me I over-reacted when I froze him because he just kept using that stupid phrase that made absolutely no sense and he kept saying I wasn't trying hard enough."
"Well, we'll have chances here and there to try and find your center when we get back to England as well as on missions, seeing as how often we manage to lose our ear-pieces." Alec finished with a smirk which was copied.
"An added bonus, of course is that with James crash-landing so much, he has enough scratches and bruises to make our story believable." As Alec turned to get into the chopper (pilot seat of course) he was knocked to the ground whilst listening to Raoul's laughter. Seeing James' wings out for a moment (wings, they had learned early on, that packed quite the punch, but were also rather… sensitive to the touch), he watched as James sauntered to the chopper, throwing over his shoulder
"And now you have a few scratches of your own to lend credence to our story." Raoul helped Alec stand up and walk over to the chopper, still laughing.
"Laugh it up fish-brains." As the three men now stood directly in front of the chopper, Raoul looked at them and said
"I believe it would be prudent if the two of you had codenames to make sure your true identities stay hidden for as long as possible from MI6 and mother. Any preferences?"
"I've already got mine; Janus, the Roman God of beginnings, passages, and endings. Fitting, considering what I always intended to do. And for James, I thought Ares was appropriate."
"Over my dead body." Alec looked confused at James' vehement dismissal of his choice, so Raoul took pity on him.
"You must have only read some basic facts on Ares to think beyond a moment's consideration that Ares would fit our warbird."
"Ares may have been the Greek God of war, but he was little more than an overgrown child. He would start wars for his own amusement, act all brave and strong, but the minute he got hurt he went running to Hera, his mother, to bandage his wounds, acting like a big baby the whole time. If I may say so, Athena was a far greater warrior, and only fought to protect state and home from outside threats." James elaborated and Alec admitted that Ares did not suit James at all.
"Do you have any preferences then?" Raoul asked and James thought for a moment, until he said
"Going with the idea of having the name of a war God, as that does admittedly seem to fit me, what about the Egyptian God, Set? He was the God of deserts, chaos, war and just general violence, since he was the God that murdered his own brother."
"I think it suits you to a 'T' Set, don't you, Janus?" Silva asked and Alec smirked before replying
"I admit it is far more suiting than my original choice, Silva. Let's get going Set; Tanner is already going to be having quite the snit fit about our 'resurrections' as it is."
"Hold it you two; don't forget, whilst it has been six months here, you Alec have been missing in action for almost five months, and you James have been missing for around four months." Both men nodded then got in the chopper, waited till Silva was a safe distance away, then took off. As they took off, Silva had never been so sure of his revenge in the last ten years, as he did in these last six months. However, neither the leviathan warlock, the behemoth telekinetic, nor the telepathic ziz could foresee that there was still one element missing for them to be complete and whole; the dangerous element of power and life.
The element of fire.
*mi pequeño fantasma - My little ghost
*mi pequeño - My little one
I use Google translate because I don't speak other languages.
