James was enjoying his time in Rome, things had calmed down so he and Le Chiffre had managed to take in the sites, there was something familiar about Rome but he couldn't quite remember, it was just out of view and that was beyond frustrating.

The first night there the two enjoyed the most wonderful meal out in the warm night air. James was teased with the sweetness of his pasta as well as the way Le Chiffre never took his eyes from James'. Bond didn't want to go back to the hotel he loved the way Rome's streets lit up with almost supernatural light but Le Chiffre insisted.

XXXX

As they walked through the hotel lobby and into the elevator Le Chiffre's phone rang, he answered it with one arm snaking around James' waist.

"Yes. Good. No. Well done Kratt, I will be in touch."

James didn't want to know, as far as he was concerned they were safe, he just wanted to be happy a little longer. Le Chiffre pushed the cell phone back into his inside pocket, then slipped his other arm around James. "I love you, my James." Bond smiled and embraced Le Chiffre.

"I love you too." He leaned up and kissed the bankers soft lips. "Can we go to bed?" He had such a seductive look in his eyes that Le Chiffre couldn't deny him.

"Oh, certainly. I could never turn you down."

"Well I'm glad to hear that."

The two laughed as the door opened revealing the fifth floor. James linked his hand with the Albanian's and dragged him down the hall to room 1277. Once inside Bond dropped to his knees and began unbuckling Le Chiffre's belt. Those days of thinking he wasn't gay had long gone, James may not have been attracted to men, but he was attracted to Le Chiffre. Love didn't have to fit with sexual preference.

"I could get accustom to this."

"You better."

Bond smiled as he pulled open the older man's belt then tugged down his pants and boxers in one motion. Just the sight of James on his knees had Le Chiffre half hard but when James placed a soft kiss to the head he stiffened completely. James took him into his mouth and sucked painfully slowly, swirling his tongue around the tip. Le Chiffre couldn't control himself, he plunged his hands into James' hair and thrusting deep into Bond's mouth. Le Chiffre didn't know when James had undone his own pants and had begun jerking himself off, but Le Chiffre would not stand for that no matter how good James' mouth on him felt.

Without warning the Albanian pulled out of Bonds mouth and picked him up then threw him down on the bed.

"I was enjoying that." James announced taking his clothes off as quickly as he could, Le Chiffre copied stripping himself as quickly as physically possible.

James leaned back against the golden pillows waiting for Le Chiffre to please him. The accountant climbed onto the bed and over James then with maroon eyes locked with blue ones he took James' nipple into his mouth teasing the bud, running his tongue in a small circle, pulling little moans from his agent.

"Like that?" He teased.

"Shut up and get back to it."

Le Chiffre burst out laughing and then kissed James full force pushing all the passion he could into it. James dove his hand into the nightstand and pulled out a small bottle mid kiss.

"Well, well you are flexible." Le Chiffre spoke between kisses.

"You have no idea. Now, I want you inside me."

"Always demanding." Without another word Le Chiffre lubed up his fingers and began teasing James' entrance causing little moans from the agent. Oh how he enjoyed those needy moans.

"Please." Bond begged.

Like always Le Chiffre did whatever James begged and plunged a slippery finger into his agent, stretching, teasing his hole. Another finger slipped in, Le Chiffre crooked his fingers pulling yet another moan out into the open. A third had James arching into his touch begging for more as he began forcing himself back onto the Albanian's fingers, eyes blown in lust and want.

"Please Le Chiffre...I...need...please." He couldn't think all he knew was he wanted the older man inside him.

Le Chiffre took his fingers out and James mourned the loss, feeling empty.

"Shhh my James, you will get what you want."

He assured placing another kiss on James' pink lips. Bond's legs were hauled up over Le Chiffre's shoulders giving him better access to his love. With a last kiss Le Chiffre pushed in filling James. Bond threw his arms up in the air and buried them in Le Chiffre's blackish-grey bangs watching them fall from their designated place. Le Chiffre thrust harder like it was the last time they would be together, because really it could be, at any moment James could remember his life, at any time he could lose the blonde. Le Chiffre tried not to dwell on that and enjoy himself.

"Harder."

James groaned as he pulled Le Chiffre down for another messy kiss. Le Chiffre knew he wouldn't last much longer and nor would James. A few more thrusts and James came, covering himself in sticky warm liquid. The agent's body tightened around Le Chiffre pushing him over the edge. With a loud moan Le Chiffre came filling his lover.

"Oh God."

"Not quite, James but I appreciate the compliment."

"Bastard."

"I know but I do it so well."

"Don't I know it."

The two chuckled and Le Chiffre wrapped his arms around James and kissed his forehead softly.

"Le Chiffre, are we safe now? The Shari family won't come after us again?"

"James I can't promise that people will never look for us again or even find us. What I can promise is that no one will ever hurt you without one hell of a fight. One that requites several plastic surgeons for the survivors."

"Oh you would leave survivors?"

"Only as a message. That being 'hurt my James and you lose your face.'"

The two sat there in each other's arms until one by one they fell into a dreamless sleep.

At first James had desperately wanted to remember his life before the coma but that had settled into ambivalence. He didn't need to remember, had even stopped asking Le Chiffre about his past. All he needed was now...and Le Chiffre. Le Chiffre loved him and that was all James needed to know. Le Chiffre was more than fine with that.