It took a long while and much quick thinking on Le Chiffre's part, but the two had fallen into a routine: They would wake in each other's, James would help Le Chiffre make breakfast, who had kept his promise and cooked every morning and evening. They would eat while Le Chiffre spun his lies about their lives together and then at night they fucked like animals before falling asleep in each other's arms ready to start again the next day.

Kratt had called the one cell phone that Le Chiffre had, James had been shocked as Le Chiffre had told him of the people after them, but he knew Kratt was loyal to them, well Le Chiffre but he didn't know that bit. Le Chiffre had gone silent upon answering the phone, eerily silent. His face fell and then said.

"Airport one hour." His accent ran thick with a hint of anger.

"Le Chiffre, what's happening?" James rested his hand on his lovers arm, attempting to still the Albanians anger.

"James we need to leave."

"What? Why?" James panicked.

"It seems that the Shirai family has found us."

"The Shirai family?"

"Yes, they are Japanese arms dealers who we have had several dealings with, but now they seem to have gained access to a CIA drone and they plan on bombing the house, anyway its better than the trademark kill." He said the last bit in a hushed tone.

"Trademark kill?" James forced Le Chiffre to look at him.

"The name Shirai means white well, and so they have a nasty habit of dropping people down wells to suffer and die in agony. Like I said we need to leave now Kratt will pick us up at the airport."

"This place has an airport?"

Le Chiffre didn't respond he simply kissed James on the forehead and ran upstairs packing what he deemed necessary. Bond didn't know what to do, he had planned on reading for the day now he was at a loss, did he help or did he stay out of the way? James decided to offer his help.

XXXX

The bedroom was still full of their things, in fact only two bags seemed to have anything in them.

"James fill the green one with whatever you want to take with us but please do it quickly."

James nodded and set about doing as asked while questioning himself on how many times before they had done this, it seemed that even after their so-called retirement they still had to run for their lives. Le Chiffre rushed around the house gathering clothes, paperwork, all sorts of bits to survive.

"Le Chiffre, how many times have we done this? Will we do this?" Le Chiffre froze halfway out the door, silence rained for a moment before he took a deep breath and gathered the man into his arms.

"James, I hope that this is the last and as for other times, once, only once out of Montenegro. Do not dwell on them." Again he told the truth.

"Where will we go?"

"Rome. We will stop over there for a few weeks before going to my house in Dubai."

"No extradition treaty."

"Yes. How did you know that? Did you remember?" Le Chiffre looked worried and rightly so.

"I don't think so. I...I just...knew." It took a moment in uncomfortable silence, James was beginning to think that Le Chiffre didn't want him to remember, maybe it was the argument. James changed the subject. "Have I been to Rome before?"

"Yes, but not with me." Lying using the truth really did come far too easily for Le Chiffre.

XXXX

Ten minuets later and the two bags had been packed, thankfully the snow was mild meaning they didn't have to fight to get at the car. They had just begun to drive away when a drone appeared in the not too far distance, but thundered forward releasing the thing hell bent on destroying the place James had come to call home. Within seconds the house boomed into flames destroying all in sight. Le Chiffre never looked back instead choosing to race through спрятанный as fast as he could, James however, could look back and see the devastation, he half expected an avalanche but none came and James had to thank any deity that would listen.

When they got to the incredibly small airport a brute looking man he assumed was Kratt stood at the stairs of Le Chiffre's jet. The airport sat of a cliff and the view would have been wonderful if the rising black smoke of his home had not taken over the distance. The moment Kratt saw James he reached for his gun but Le Chiffre raced over and whispered something inaudible and his face fell to confusion.

"But boss..."

"Plane, get on it." Le Chiffre cut Kratt of and gestured for James to come closer, he did.

As if trying to convince Kratt of something Le Chiffre pressed a firm kiss to his James' lips and held his had while they boarded the plane.

XXXX

They had been in the air about an hour, Le Chiffre had filled James in on the full plan, it had taken Bond a few moments to take in the words, Kratt was unnerving him. It took a while and a glare from the Albanian but Kratt finally spoke to James.

"It is good to have you back sir, we were worried you wouldn't wake up." James gave an uneasy smile before responding.

"Thank you Kratt, Le Chiffre said it was touch and go there for a while."

"True, I was sure you would die." Even his henchman lied via the truth. Le Chiffre glared again and Kratt added. "But thankfully we have you back, sir." James turned to his lover.

"Le Chiffre, will they come looking for us again?"

"They have to know we were not in the house and so yes they will look but I assure you James they will meet a painful end at the hands of Kratt."

The idea of a man being killed didn't shock him as much he would have thought.

"Alright, just make sure they don't destroy another house or worse kill one of us. I need you."

Kratt's eyes rolled but James didn't see that thanks to him leaning over and kissing Le Chiffre again. The rest of their trip was made in silence with brief intervals of Le Chiffre giving Kratt orders for the Shari families deaths.