A.N.- yessss what we all came to see (it's ok, you are not alone). Again, first slash so please tell me how I did. I tried to be explicit without actually being explicit. R&R

Chapter 3- Rats on an Island

Silva woke the next morning, quite refreshed and a little surprised at his bedfellow. He could not immediately recall what happened the night before that led to James Bond and him asleep, naked, and in each other's arms. Slowly though, piece by piece, it did come back to him. He smiled to himself as he strained to recall if anything naughty happened, but sighed when he could not.

He turned in the bed to get a better look at the sleeping James. He looked tired, not in the sleep sense, but in the livelihood sense. It was obvious that the years he gave to MI6 had taken a toll. By all accounts in the real world, he was still a young man. Underneath the lines of action and espionage, Silva could make out the man within. The one who had traded his good name and loyalty to his country to help him, the killer of M. Silva was still reeling a bit, the panic and despair he had felt the night before was starting to return as well. He had no idea what to do now. He had no intention of making it out alive, even if he had convinced James to join him on the island, he knew damn well what his if not both of their fates would be. It was all part of the plan, but James rescuing him? He didn't plan for that, and he was a man who lived by plans. He knew his mind was not all on the same level; at least he was still sane enough to grasp that, so he depended on his plans. They were something solid that he could hold on to when things got fuzzy. Now, he had no plan. He didn't have the first idea about what to do next.

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James woke to find Silva in the bathroom, still naked, and staring at himself in the mirror. As he approached the Spaniard, he noticed his prosthetic jaw resting on the sink. Silva didn't have much of an expression on his face, not that he could with half of his jawbone missing. But James could see his troubles written in his eyes. This sort of thing was probably a ritual for the broken man. A daily reminder of all that he gave for his adopted country, thrown right back at him. The man was lost now, and all he had was his old habits.

Silva almost jumped when he saw James approach in the mirror. He rushed to grab his jaw and re-insert it, but James got to him first. James held Silva's hand away from his artificial teeth, while struggling to think of something to say.

"It was rash, what I did back in London. And I didn't think it through properly. And I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Silva said as stiffly as possible, trying not to slur with half of his face gone.

"Everything. For these…" James graced his fingers along just a few of the scars still painfully visible across his chest. "For the time you lost. For everything else that happened." James specifically avoided mentioning his face, but still brought his free hand up to touch it. Silva shied away from the contact, freed his wrist from James' grip, and went back into the bedroom.

"What about not letting me die with Mother, are you sorry about that?" Silva said, anger tinting his mangled words.

James followed him into the bedroom and squatted down before the man, now seated on the end of the bed.

"No." He leaned up and planted a kiss on the hallowed cheek before Silva could flinch away again. "I told you yesterday. MI6 has taken too much. I guess I decided it was time to cut the umbilical cord and run before they took more." James knew Silva would understand.

Silva had flinched at the reference, but retained his outward look of despondence, head hung low and eyes cast down. James held up Silva's Jaw and let him take it. He watched as the man sluggishly put it back in place and adjust his mouth.

James placed his hands on Silva's knees and leaned up to kiss him on the mouth. Once again, Silva did not readily respond. This time, however, it was more that he was lost in his foggy thoughts rather than freezing from shock. James, determined to distract him from the man's dark corners, tried harder.

He brought his hands up to hold his head in and pressed their chests together. While he was busy enticing his mouth, James brought a hand down and began to caress Silva's growing member. The unexpected contact brought Silva out of his thoughts quickly as he groaned into the other man's mouth. As much as Silva knew James was trying to comfort him, he just couldn't let the infamous 007 win this easily. Silva quickly became an active participant in James' administrations and pulled both of them into a standing position, getting as close together as they could. Silva whirled James around so that he was standing in front of the bed and pushed him down.

"Seems I've succeeded in distracting you." James said with a smile as Silva began to crawl on top of him.

"Well, don't be fooled in thinking that you will be succeeding in much of anything else." Silva said haughtily as he bent down to start kissing James's near perfect chest.

"You think you have won so easily." James stated as he tried to maintain his control while the older man ravaged him. "I seem to recall you being interested in finding out who would end up on top." James grabbed the other man and rolled the pair over on the bed. "And since you are more used to this than I am, I see no reason to change my usual position." He brought his leg in between Silva's and began to rub against his erection.

"Who says I prefer this position?" Silva said in between gasps.

"I wasn't asking if you preferred it or not."

Silva wasn't in the mood to argue much further. They both knew that there was no going back at this point but Silva didn't want to test it. Instead he leaned up a brought James down into a crushing kiss. When they broke for air, Silva whispered into James' ear,

"Do you have any lubricant? Or are we going to fool around like secondary school children all night?"

James growled at the challenge presented. A challenge he did not have any trouble accepting as long as he didn't stop to analyze it. But then again, when did he ever stop to analyze anything during sex? He broke away from the other man as he reached over to the nightstand and retrieved his lube of choice, and pulled himself up further to prepare himself and Silva. Just when he was lowering his fingers to Silva, he was stopped by a strong hand.

"No."

"No?" James asked raising an eyebrow.

"Just do it." Silva released James' hand and held on to his hips, bracing himself.

James threw him one last glance, to give him a moment to change his mind. A quick nod from the panting man was all he needed, and with one quick thrust, he pushed himself in.

James didn't realize just how strong of hands Silva had until he began a steady rhythm. His grip tightened suddenly and he bit his lip, but other than his heavy breathing, Silva didn't make a sound. James, on the other hand, was groaning and moaning to save his soul. After a minute or so of slow motions, Silva's grip loosened and James picked up the pace.

Silva wrapped his arms around James and brought him down to illicit more contact. When he started to coo in James' ear, he nearly went over the edge but he contained himself. James wanted this to last as long as possible. Of course, that was easier said than done. The motions that the entangled pair found themselves in was far more intense than James had previously thought. Not just physically, but mentally. The level of kinship and shared experiences between the two men somehow brought the whole affair past animalistic urge and gave it more meaning. There was something here, just as he suspected the night before. He just couldn't peg it, but as he reached his climax, the mysterious feeling caused him to say something a little odd.

"God…yes!...Tiago!"

James shuddered through his orgasm as Silva froze at the mention of his name. Yes, he had used it before, that wasn't just something his mind made up. James brought his mouth close to Silva's ear and whispered, "It's alright, Tiago, just let go."

Silva all but choked back a sob at James' words and the whole situation. James held him close as he finally did let himself go, his warm seed spilling between the two of them. When the aftershocks died away, James pulled himself off of the other man and led him to the shower where he cleaned both of them off. Silva had slipped back into his semi-catatonic state, but James took no offense. He knew that while he could never be brought back fully to the man he once was, time and care could do nothing but help. James brought him back to the bed and let him have his space on his side.

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He was roused out of his post-coital snooze about an hour later.

"What are we going to do now, my dear James?"

"I had an idea, something along the lines of us two rats eating the world."

"Really?" Silva raised himself up to look quizzically at James' back.

"Yes, though not as nefarious as you would prefer I'm sure." James' usual cocky tone muffled by the pillow he had his head buried in.

"I'm not sure what you are getting at."

"Well, when I was growng up, I always heard stories about Robin Hood…"

"Ah…" Silva smiled to himself as he started get the idea.

"I always did prefer following my own orders."

"But where should we go? I'm not too keen on staying here for very much longer. And I'm sure it will not be a 'safe' house for very much longer either. "

"I had an idea about that as well..." James still had the twinge of sleep in his voice, but Silva was itching to get more information.

"Yes?"

"You wouldn't be the current owner of your Grandmother's island, would you?"

Silva smiled to himself again. It was one of the first things he purchased after he struck it rich going rogue. Instead of answering, Tiago just turned and wrapped his arms around his new partner in crime. Slowly, they both drifted off to sleep.