Closer

James was back in London for a while now. Since his return from China he hadn't left the city except for two minor jobs in Syria and Italy. Neither had occupied him for longer then a couple of days and honestly any junior agent could've done it. Truth was, M just wanted to give him anything to occupy his unresting persona with while waiting for Raoul Silvas next move. Basicly he was to stay put at London in case anything happened.

It had been quiet around Silva ever since the island incident. Of course noone ever got to know what happened on that island. Bond might have earned a curious look from the task force that found him tied to a chair with his shirt open, overall looking somewhat ravished. Luckily it wasn't something he couldn't waive off as a story about the typical struggle with the enemy. Noone had contradiced or questioned 007. It seemed like they had decided not to investigate the issue any further. James was just glad M didn't read every single mission report unless it was neccesary to reconstruct a mission gone-wrong. In this case she could very well find all the informations she needed in his report. Needless to say that James had omited the lewd details.

While it was suspiciously quiet around Silva the MI6 was now fully aware of his agenda to assault M. It was save to assume that the ex-agent planed his next move . He just did a better job of being untrackable, while doing so, then anyone liked. This was how James spend most of his days by sitting at a desk at the headquarters. This wasn't exactly what he had signed in for; bloody desk work. Eve's presence around here was the only thing that lightened his mood.

In order to learn more about the man he was suppost to deal with, James was granted access to several old files regarding Raouls Silva. Of course James wasn't a profiler but he worked closely with that branch now because what else what there to do for him? In hope for a possible approach James dug deep into the files. Silvas real name was Tiago Rodriguez. He had joined MI6 at young age. As James already had been told by the man himself, he was stationed at Hong Kong from '86 to '97. In addition the files taught him that Silva had not only been stationed there, he lastly was responsible for Station H's handover to the chinese. A double 0 with leading qualities.

James got to know more about the way Silva had approached missions back then. They tried to follow his usual pattern and track him down but unfortunately those old data didn't seem to help them now at all. There were no news about the man so this was all they could work with. It was a rather frustrating task. Every path led to a dead end. MI6 even questioned Tiago Rodriguez' few known, old connections but to no avail.

While studying the documents he had been issued with, James started to wonder about the man he met. While everyone else just seemed to want to hunt Silva down, James got curious about his case. One day he found a small note that mentioned investigations against Silva during his time in Hong Kong, however the note neither told him about the cause nor the outcome and for some reason James wasn't able to find any other information regarding these investigations.

What happened back then,what did Silva do after 1997 and how did it all connect to M? The link had to be somewhere between those lines. Even after meeting Raoul Silva, all James knew was the fact that he spited her. But why was that? Silvas motivation remained unknown and James still couldn't explain to himself why M was so reticent on the topic but he got a feeling that one answer would reveal both their reasons.

His musings followed James home.
Late at night, when he couldn't get to sleep, he pondered whether Silva was another person back then. Was the man he met even the same person he read about? After all these years? Considering it, Raoul Silva still seemed to have a lot in common with Tiago Rodriguez. For all James knew by now, he must have been cunning, deadly and more then able to run operations on his own. Of course every double 0 had to have those qualities otherwise you wouldn't become one in first place but not all of them were as good at it. Judging from old mission reports, Raoul had been a one man army and Silva still was, just in a less physical and more strategic way.

The major difference between those two personas was the deep-rooted and all consuming darkness James had sensed underneath Silvas cunning charisma.
James tried not to ponder too hard about his own resemblance. Something similar lurked deep inside him and he had gotten a good glimpse after he fell and drowned. But he had chosen resurrection. He kept the shadows at bay. Though sometimes it was harder then other times not to consign to darkness.

One night, when the main wing of MI6 was as quiet as it possibly ever got in here, James grabbed two mugs of earl grey. The light in Ms office was still on and he pardoned himself inside.

"Good evening 007. Still at you desk at such a late hour? I suspect you waited all day to get your chance to sneak up on me. Is there anything I can help you with." James took a seat. "It is about Tiago Rodriguez." Upon seeing Ms face fall James tried again. "Raoul Silva." "I knew you would come up to me with this anytime soon. I reckon you read all the files. What is it you have a question about?" "Its about what happened during the Hong Kong handover." This didn't need to be furthermore verbalised. They both knew that he was getting at. M looked him staight into the eyes but something about her seemed weary.

She then told him about how Silva went beyond official orders and hacked the chinese when he was in charge of Station H. How by the time Station H's transition came up they wanted him, so M had handed him over. "I got six agents in return and a peaceful transition."
James needed to hear more from her then this. „What was the outcome of that investigation against him?" „Acquitted in question of betrayal, accepting advantage and abuse of office for want of evidence."
„So basicly an unclear case with no proof of why he got involved with the chinese? What is your opinion about it?" The case must have been unique. If you looked at it unbiased a double 0 had made his own choices and had taken risks. Now, that is what they usualy did on their job but here you had the crucial difference that said double 0 was also in charge of running a MI6 field station. So what did M believe? Would she deem it betrayal? It was possible and maybe M was the only person to tell after evidence failed. After all, she once knew Silva well.
„I made my decision in '97. What I believe about Silva and that investigation never mattered. Our personal opinions must not influence the choices we have to make. I had to ensure a peaceful transition after 003 had failed us, so I called a halt to the damage he caused. I did what had to be done. It was, at no point of time, about the presumption of guilt or innocence and whatever opinion I might have, it wouldn't have matter by the time they closed the case. MI6 had declared Tiago Rodriguez dead by then and his name got engraved into the memorial walls at former MI6s headquaters."
"Blown away along with my own name by the explosion I guess?" James had kept a blank face all through Ms answer. She gave a sour, curt nod. They looked at each other for a moment. James felt very tired as of sudden. "Is there anything else you I must know?" "No." was all M replied. James got up and turned to leave.
He was already at the door when M spoke again. "Be careful 007. He knows MI6. He was one of us and he always has been a dangerous one for his enemies" He didn't turn around, instead his hand reached for the doorhandle. M spoke up again. "James? Have a good night." When he looked back her features were soft. A rare sight. "Thanks for telling me all this ma'am." He wished her a good night in return and went out.

When James got out of the headquarters he couldn't go back to the foreign rooms he called his home these days. He felt restless and decited to wander along Londons streets for a while.
While wandering aimlessly, he thought about M,Tiago Rodriguez and himself. James knew M was fond of him and she surely had been fond of Tiago but she would never let her feelings interfere with her job. He made the decisions that had to be done. She had to be coldblooded about it. There was no other way and he understood that. Still, James could call himself fortunate for when he woke up and realised he wasn't dead he had been free to go wherever he wanted. He had enjoyed his death, though looking back at it, it had been a dark chapter. Then just how had Silvas death been in the hand of the chinese?

James noticed that his feet had taken him to one of the clubs he frequently visited as of late. Maybe that was exactly what he needed right now.

So there he was, walking into one of Londons clubs, just like lots of nights before. Most of the time driven my boredom and insomnia and sometimes by his toubled mind. Today it definitly was the latter. He needed someone occupy his mind with with. He went to the bar, ordered a drink and sat down in the lounge. From up there he had a good view over the overfilled dancefloor beneath. James watched as bodies moved and rocked against each other in rhythm with the too loud music.

After a while he finaly saw someone who caughed his interest. There she was. Planium blonde hair obvious in the dark, petite face and, as far as James could tell from up here, rich, dark eyes. She thrilled an urge in him that he wasn't excatly sure where it came from and in case he did, he denied himself the knowledge.

He felt drawn to her, sensed that something would happen if they met. A provocatrix, that is what she was. „Agent." „Provocateur." „Women." „Provocatrix." Why did he remember that test now?

He got up and moved down onto the dancefloor below. He was in the middle of it, carefully shoving people aside and squeezing through the masses, always aiming toward her direction when suddenly there was a body pressing close into him from behind.
"I see you found my new, litte toy. Your intuition does not disappoint Mr. Bond. How do you like her. Did I choose her well? She certainly fulfilled her purpose. I was hoping to meet you down here." Raoul Silvas thick, low voice rumbles into his ear.
James breath caught and his senses blazed up to the point where they made him feel overly aware of the man behind him.

He tried to put a fast step forward, to be able to turn around and face the invader but wasn't able to move boldly enough in the enclosed space of the dancefloor. "Ah shush shush James." Steady iron hands curled around his upper arms and pulled his back closer to the broad body behind him. "Is there anything you are trying to get away from?" Silvas rough voice, laced with traces of a chesire-grin mumbled into his ear.

A hand sneaked around James arms and body and held him in place. They were pressed close to each other and he could feel the rise and fall of Silvas chest.
Silvas other hand crept up his chest, then up his neck, cupping it just below the jawline and pulling his head backwards, onto Silvas shoulder. It left his throat exposed. James tried another struggle but found himself unable to move.

Silva obviously liked the position he had him in. His voice was a pleased hum "We left some things unfinished and I am dearly sorry for that. You know James, I believe that we should get to know each other better. Means I really do not want to leave a you with a wrong impression. Please know that I never leave things unfinished." He leaned forward to scrape the soft flesh beneath James' ear with his teeth. James closed his eyes and grimaced. The thrill from their first meeting was back with a pang.
He should fight the situation because it was now or never. The road this was going down quickly now wasn't the right one. His attempt of another stuggle did James little good, when through several layers of fabric, he could feel how much Silva enjoyed this.

James would have liked to be able to say that he didn't fancy this situation just as much. But who was he lying to. Certainly not to himself. The monster in James was already awake and it was demanding. If he couldnt get away, well, two could play the game. And this was a game James was very good at. A faint smile crept into his face. He tested a little movement to adjust his lower body and ground his ass against Silvas hips. The first grind earned him a low chuckle. The second a sharp hiss. "Oh Mister Bond" "Told you this wasn't my first time. You should get to know me better as well. Im not making false promises." He thrust his ass back again to emphasize what he had said. "Seems like it will be my pleasure to get to know you better James." James managed to get more sharp intakes of breath from Silva, along with something that was a mixture of an agressive snarl and a mewling noise. The man was noisy in bed, who would have thought?

Silva seemingly needed a few moments to adjust to Bonds unexpected enthusiasm. He surely hadn't seen this coming, after James mostly motionless part on the island.
However when he did come back to his senses the game was on. James remembered how the other man had said he wanted to see who ends up on top. Clearly Silva had every intention to be that one. His grip around James upper body possitively got tighter to the point were it started to hurt but that only made James' loins stir with interest even more.

Silvas tongue lapped violently at James neck while he forcefully rutted into the space between his cheeks. Silva was out to push his way back into control of the situation but James wouldn't forgo his grounds one bit. One of his palms rested against Silvas thigh. He dug his nails into the expensive fabric and raked them up the mans leg, like he had every intention to ruin his suit. James was painfully hard by now. The teasing friction of cloth in front of him was not enough but Silva showed no interest in touching his crotch. That bloody bastard. James had to do something about it but sure as hell he wasn't going to beg.

He got his chance when Silva threw his head back at a particularly leisure stroke. James twisted his head and bit down into Silvas neck. Hard. He almost thought Silva would come just there and then. Instead a triad of spanish curses greeted him.
Without further comment Silva reached down to grab the front of James pants.
James felt his cheeks flush. Heat creeped up everywhere around him and his loins started to tingle. He wouldn't last long. He already had been leaking precome before Silva even touched him and now he had those damned, skillful hands gripping him through the fabric.

Their adjusted positions gave him more room, he could actually use his hand again. He reached back behind Silva head, dug is hands into his long hair and pulled him forward, granting himself easier access to the other mans neck. He bit down on it some more and brought his lips close to the other mans ears.

James voice was hoarse while he wispered into Silvas ear. "Do you come apart when I ride you like this? How much more can you stand before you get off. Will you imagine to come deep inside my twiching body?" Silvas hips jerked at that.
Finaly his hand found its way inside James pants. Silva gave him firm, slick strokes and it was too much. Bond came inside his pants with a hitching moan, came all over Silvas hand. That was all it took to push Silva over the edge aswell. He bit down into James shoulder, muffling the delicious yelp that forced its way out of his throat while he laisurely kept grinding into James.

They stayed like this for a while, both coming down from their highs, breaths heavy. Someway along those moments Silva must have untangled himself from James. He hadn't even noticed with his dizzy mind. The next thing James did noticed was a kiss that was pressed into the nape of his neck. When he turned around, Silva was gone. Bodies moved around him as if nothing ever happened and blocked his way.

James made his way back to the bar. Better get wasted before heading back to his rooms alone. He ordered another Scotch and scowled at it when he raised the glass but couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips while he gulped it down.
Well, he successfully laid his blond tonight. Maybe he shouldn't deny the fun he had for now. He still could do that, starting tomorow.

A/N: As you can see this story is partly about James and Raoul on the dance floor. I'm just very fascinated by the idea of them dancing. The chapters are named after songs. Thought that would fit to the idea of the story. I had Nine Inch Nails 'Closer' in mind here.