Authors Notes: I feel like I need to explain something here, when I watched casino royal I had paid very close attention to the relationship between Le Chiffre and his girlfriend and couldn't help but notice that they sincerely seemed to care for one another.
In the film Le Chiffre rushed back to his room because Valenka says that she needs him, it's an emergency and he actually hurries back to her despite being in the process of working a $150,000,000 game in the casino. Though it had been a trap and Valenka had her arm threatened to be removed she still worked her butt off trying to protect Le Chiffre, she didn't seem to hold it against him. In their own way they seemed to honestly care for each other and to me that says the Le Chiffre does something to make her love him, for Valenka to want to protect and be with him.
So going by this it would be in my opinion that Le Chiffre would be doing something to keep Will. That's basically what I'm running with to work out his personality for this story.
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It hadn't taken long for Le Chiffre to discover exactly how 'broken' his William truly was. Within the first week of their new arrangement his prize having wondered out of range of his ankle monitor, rousing the infamous banker with thoughts of escape as he rounded his men to hunt down the runaway. Though he had been greeted with an unexpected surprise when instead of a man racing down the cobblestone in a getaway he had found him walking the watery streets of Venice in a daze, Will having sleepwalked out of their room.
With muttered apologies and blurry eyes Will had climbed into the offered car next to Le Chiffre with all the restraint of a mushroom, following the banker as if he were returning to his own bed in Wolf Trap and not to the arms of a terrorist.
Though the easy adjustment appeared as peculiar to most, for Will it was simply another adjusting development in his life he had already come to terms with. One he considered a small price to pay when it placed him so close to the knowledge that lay at Le Chiffre's fingertips.
Hannibal had been patient and so would Will.
Le Chiffre found the easiest remedy to the complication of Will's wondering was the addition of a padlock to the inside of their bedroom door, the key to which keep in the drawer of his night stand. It left him only waking to Will wondering their room at night instead of flooded streets, a far easier task to collect his empath from and tuck back into bed.
By the time he'd gotten Will home to their villa in Paris, France he had found himself waking to the screaming of night terrors, his prize throwing himself from their bed with a hand clutched to his stomach in ghost pains of times gone by, an icy sweat slicking his body as leaned over and heaved, vomiting onto the Persian rug set beneath their bed.
It wasn't the first time, it would not be the last.
"Another dream," Le Chiffre soothed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he poured a glass of water for his beloved. "It's only a dream." Kneeling by the shaking Will he rubbed soft circles into his back pushing the offered water into his hand, encouraging small sips to ease the sour taste of vomit from his mouth.
"Sorry," His voice was uneasy as he tried to blink away memories of a knife buried in the muscle of his belly, the quite pained voice of a man he'd loved tearing him open as vivid as the day he had open Will up. Damn his empathy, the nightmare never died.
"There is nothing for you to be sorry about," Even after so many weeks together Will was still left surprised when not for the first time Le Chiffre showed more patience and kindness than he had anticipated. When he had met him for the first time, stared into his mismatched eyes and followed him onto the boat for a game of cards he knew had every chance to be his last Will hadn't been able to see so much as a molecule of kindness hidden within the slightly older man. What he had seen was a proud business man, clever and quick with his mind and his numbers who suffered silently from truths still unknown. He hadn't been able to see the gentle touches hidden beneath skin stretched over muscle and bone for those he longed to share himself with.
For some reason Will was something special to him, the longer he remained within the man's life the more he realised that though he had been won Le Chiffre had come to consider Will as something more, something, no, someone special he valued in his life rather than an object won and owned. "You don't have to do this Le Chiffre ," He took another sip of water, sitting back against the warm body of the man behind him as he let strong arms wrap around him to be his anchor, easing his mind began to settle.
"I only do what I want, Will. You should know that by now." He pressed a gentle kiss to his temple and reached for the phone by the bedside table, pressing a button to wake his housekeeper and let him know he had something to clean in the main bedroom.
Will said nothing more after that, letting Le Chiffre lead him out of their bedroom and a sitting room on the same level. Larger than their bedroom it was illuminated by the light of the moon shimmering through a mosaic of colored glass to paint the floor a mélange of colors.
It was beautiful and honestly Will's favorite room in the house, the villa having once been a grand church with towering cathedral ceilings and arching windows and doors. Though the building had been remodeled several times over the years, the large sheets of stained glass windows still remained to cast rainbows of reds and blues over the marble floors of the household. The largest window, a twelve foot circle reminding Will of a kaleidoscope of saints was set above the fireplace of that sitting room, a room he had long since claimed for his own.
Le Chiffre had let him, leaving Will to his own devices when he searched for privacy within the sanctuary of the room, whether to read or sit in quiet contemplation made no difference to the banker who seemed to understand Will better than he had any right to, only entering the room when Will inhabited it when given permission to do so, allowing Will a place to call his own.
It was another kindness he had not anticipated and one Le Chiffre only went against when bringing Will to his safe place late at night after the nightmares.
As president of his business, Le Chiffre was not a man restricted to the working hours of nine to five. Free to sleep as he liked and rise with the sun or the moon as he wished, Le Chiffre always chose to rise with Will. Always choosing to leave the warmth of their bed during the night in favor of keeping his darling Will company, be it to walk through the gardens at night and breath in cool air as they watched the stars and Will waited for sleep to creep upon him once more and chance away the insomnia or sit with him as the maids and butlers saw to fresh sheets or cleaned the carpet.
In the two months they had spent together, Le Chiffre had almost always chosen to stay awake with Will and keep the other man company as his frayed nerves calmed, the only standing exception for an important business meeting Le Chiffre had expected in the early hours of the morning. Even then he refused to leave Will to suffer alone in the shell of his him, instead holding Will against him to comb fingers through the silky hair of chocolate curls until he calmed enough to close his eyes and see nothing but black, the rivers of blood fading to shadows behind his eyes.
It was peaceful, soothing and more than Will had anticipated. More than he had ever expected.
With every night Le Chiffre followed him from bed, it seemed to move something within Will a little more, a warmth spreading across his cheeks and through his chest as gentle fingers combed his hair and thin lips found his own in soothing kisses and sleep muttered words of comfort. It made his tongue seem too big for his mouth, throat too dry to swallow, words too hard to force as a kinder nature only given to the things Le Chiffre cared about or felt belonged to him was directed at Will, "Perhaps I'm still not use to being someone people want." His smile was strained as he watched the banker light a fire to blend orange firelight through the melding colors that danced across the floor.
"You are very wanted," Hands smoother than Hannibal's had been cupped his face, tilting Will's to meet stormy eyes with bicolored ones, "so wanted I wish for your complete comfort within our home." Though Will still didn't know why, even after two months living with the man had yet to discern the reason for Le Chiffre's interest in him.
Another smile pulled his lips as he brushed stray flying curls to smooth among the rest, framing Will's face as he leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth. "I couldn't help but notice that you've been mooning over something, perhaps someone in your old life." He touched their foreheads to keep the eye contact he had forged between them, pressing on. "I took the liberty of looking into your old life to see what it is you might have been missing," Will didn't know whether or not to feel violated by the act, "I hope you will forgive me for my prying, but I have a surprise for you."
Will furrowed his brow, curious what this man could possibly have derived from his old life short of corpses and fishing gear, "A surprise?" he encouraged.
His smile widened, no poker face given as he rose to step away from his prize. "Wait here a moment. I had been saving this for your birthday, but perhaps you would enjoy it more now." He left Will by the fireside to warm the chill of nightmares from his bones as he went to collect his gift.
It gave Will a few moments to let his mind wonder towards what that 'gift' might be. He'd been given more than enough clothes both in his style and in Le Chiffre, slimmer fitting suits and shapely pants to better reveal Will and his figure at the banker's events. He'd been given designer watches he only wore to tell the time and expensive cologne he knew Hannibal would have approved of in favor of the Old Spice he'd preferred to wear and Le Chiffre refused to supply him.
He was treated like a Queen in Le Chiffre court of men, all of which directed to follow Will's orders as if they had come from Le Chiffre himself so long as they did not assist in his escape or allow him any knowledge towards Le Chiffre clientele or work.
He'd never been left wanting for anything in his time with Le Chiffre with the exception of his home back in Wolf Trap and Hannibal.
He felt his heart break at the sound of a dogs bark.
Will nearly dropped his glass of water as he got to his feet, abandoning the cup on the table to turn toward the stairs. "Winston?" His eyes watered as he watched seven dogs bound over the stairs, a herd of wagging tails and lulling tongues rushing to greet him. He dropped to his knees to meet every lick with hugs and scratches, tears streaked long wet lines over his cheeks like salty rivers to drip from his chin as he was surrounded by warm soft fur and the unrequited love he'd been missing so bad he'd ached for it. A family lost he thought he'd never see again.
Blue grey eyes rimmed with red turned to meet with bicolored blue and brown, "Thank you…" He meant it, meant it so much it hurt.
"You missed your family." He said as though it answered for everything, though it was a feeling he did not know himself. "Perhaps you'll find yourself able to sleep better now."
Stepping forward through the pack of loving dogs he took Will's hands to tug him back to his feet. "They are not allowed in the bed. But for tonight you may have them in the room." It was more than enough.
They tripped back to their room with the furry herd at their feet, barely making it to the bed before Will pushed the banker to his back, settled between Le Chiffre's legs to tug silk pants and boxers to his knees. "You don't have to do that Will." He smiled, propping a pillow behind himself to better enjoy the show, he knew he would feel the warmth of supple lips wrapped around him soon enough, despite his words.
Will met his mismatched eyes with storm clouded blue; there was a sharpness to those usually elusive depths a gratefulness and sense of want. If Le Chiffre were brave enough to set a name to the strange energy that ran through them, he would have described it as nothing short of a broken love.
"I only do what I want to. You should know that by now." He smiled, reviving words of earlier kindness as he leaned forward, licking what seemed to be permanently kiss swollen lips to lick the older man's flaccid cock into his mouth. A lustful hum blessed his ears as he gently worked the length of flesh between his lips, taking the base to stroke in hand as he tonged the head, ran his tip along its slit and hollowed cheeks.
"Will," he moaned the ex-profilers name, barely able to help the buck of hips into the warmth that surrounded him, moaning as flesh swelled under the work of skilled fingers and artful tongue, its girth stretching Will's lips wide as his hand slid to tease the velvet sack of balls and he opened his throat to swallow the head brushing back against it.
Broad hands combed flyaway curls as quiet moans were pulled from his lips with the sliding of mouth over his cock and focus of tongue to his slit. "You're welcome." He breathed, watching as blue eyes for the first time since their meeting sought his own, a genuine wanting in them he hadn't seen until that moment. "Let me know if you would like anything else William, anything at all." He encouraged thoughts of frivolous desire.
A stray tear rolled the length of his cheek as he leaned forward to suck more of the heavy flesh into his mouth, swallowing around the head that touched his throat to bruise as he made the man stroking his hair with gentle hands groan in pleasure above him.
The sound of his deep accented voice was gratifying in a way it hadn't been before, not that Will hadn't enjoyed the feel of Le Chiffre's thin lips wrapped around his own aching cock or the press of strong hips pushing his thick heavy flesh to bury deep within him, it simply hadn't been as gratifying to hear the slightly older man find his pleasure in Will's flesh as it was in that moment.
What had begun as an ownership and the fulfillment of obligation had slowly grown into friendship and then…Will didn't know what it was changing into again, but this thing between them was evolving once more. Changing for Will where it already had for Le Chiffre.
He wanted to make this man happy.
It was almost empowering to know that he could draw soft sounds of desire from this man with a sweep of his tongue and hollowing of his cheeks, taste the bitter salt of precum over his tongue when he kissed his cock with an open mouth before sliding the length down his throat, taking him to the root.
In honest Will felt as though he were only touching the tip of the iceberg in repaying the grand kindness that had been bestowed upon him with the return of his family.
A warning tug was all Will received before his lover arched into him, thick bitter heat filling Will's mouth as he emptied himself inside him. Fighting not to choke on the salty cum that coated his tongue Will swallowed the bitter gift down, letting the softening flesh slip from his swollen lips with a lewd pop.
He swallowed air in much needed breaths as he tucked the flaccid cock away, "Come here," he purred, tugging Will to crawl up his body and join him higher on the bed, capturing the satisfied smile pulled on pink swollen lips in a kiss before arranging the slightly smaller male to spoon against him with a protective arm wrapped around his middle. "As much as I would love to continue, you need to sleep Will. You've had too many nights without enough rest." Feeling a nose bury in curls too much like Hannibal had once done, Will tried to think instead of the man behind him, the one who stroked his stomach in languid circles and offered a sigh of defeat to pat the mattress by Will's side, summoning the pack of eager dogs to their master's side.
Will didn't doubt it would ruin the sheets. It was a gift Hannibal would have never allowed.
"Only tonight," He whispered with a kiss, sounding nothing like the man he used to love and exactly like the one he was beginning to.
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"Is there any particular reason you feel like showing me off this evening?" Will murmured as he accepted a glass of dark amber liquid smelling of pricy scotch, vanilla and smoke. Though the brand name always seemed to escape him it had become one of Will's favorites during his time spent with Le Chiffre and in turn became a regular stock for their villa.
He enjoyed it just as much sipping the pricy beverage in public where he could be seen as the eye candy Le Chiffre enjoyed him to be during their outings, as he enjoyed drinking it at home. "It is our six month anniversary." He explained, leading Will to a secluded table away from the people that milled the floor of the grand casino.
A business trip that overlapped on a date Le Chiffre refused to push aside in favor of fortune. It was a celebration of the night he had won his darling William. Over their too short time together Will had finally began to warm up to him with the gathering of his pack, he wanted to make sure Will understood exactly how important that acceptance he had gained from the ex-agent was to him, placing Will before his clientele.
"You make it sound like we're dating." Will wasn't sure if it would be the right term or not. He had never been forced into anything, but he wasn't sure how much choice he had ever had in such things to begin with.
"Aren't we?" Leaving Will to seat himself he flagged down a waiter for a bottle of their best champagne.
When Will saw the waiter he felt his heart stop.
The smile Jimmy Price greeted them with as he quickly jotted bullshit on a notepad having nothing to do with champagne selections was enough to have Will tasting bile. "And what's the special occasion?"
"It's our anniversary," Le Chiffre answered in kind, pausing as the cooling roll of a blood tear over skin caught his attention, excusing himself for a moment he turned from the waiter to see to the red pearl in his eye as Will watched lips mouth out a silent message. The man he had once called offering comfort and a wink before smiling at the banker and walking away.
If Price was there, he knew Jack wouldn't be far behind.
"I need the rest room, excuse me." Will frowned, gaining a look from his lover as he rose from the table.
Le Chiffre's hand found his own as he rose, a look of concern coloring the older man's face as he watched Will. "Is something the matter?" He could read the real question without Le Chiffre voicing it. Had he offended him? Assumed too much?
Leaning close he caught thin lips in a kiss, squeezing the hand that held his own, "Everything's fine. I forgot to use the washroom before we left. Go ahead and order for me, I'll be right back."
Letting him go bi-colored eyes watched as the ex-profiler made his way across the floor, weaving through tables dressed in snowy linins and violet accents, silver cutlery and crystal glasses to disappear into the men's room.
Another waiter was all too quick to follow him inside.
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