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Title: Sub-Rosa (2/2)
Author: Kat
Characters and Pairing: Bond/Villiers, M, OMC, OFC
Fandom: Casino Royale
Length: 4,044
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rating for language and sex.
Disclaimer: Don't own these characters. Never have, never will. I just enjoy borrowing them.
Summary: Villiers gets in a bit over his head.
Notes:  Mad props to [info]androidtomato for all the help and patience.

The loud, pulsating music was making Villiers head hurt. He had been to clubs before when he was younger, but he didn't remember the music being this loud and annoying. At least 009 was enjoying himself.

"Having fun?" the agent asked, "Want a drink?"

Villiers looked out into the crowd of people. He and 009 were standing at the bar waiting for their contact to show. 009 had been on the prowl the entire time, probably looking for his fourth ex-wife. It had already been over an hour and Villiers was beginning to wonder if this was all some kind of test, when he felt 009 tap his shoulder.

"John," he shouted over the loud music, "I'd like you to meet my contact."

---

Bond was enjoying the music, the vodka martini, and the company of a beautiful blond as his eyes wondered across the dance floor, finally resting at the bar. He was surprised to see 009 sitting there, chatting with another man, whose face Bond couldn't see, and a mystery companion, who was hidden from his line of sight. He stared at them for a moment, trying to figure out what 009 was doing in New York and fighting the nagging feeling that he recognized the back of the other man's head. There was something so familiar there.

He heard the blond giggle then brush her breasts against his arm when she realized that he wasn't paying attention to her. He smiled at her then turned back towards the bar, only to realize that 009 and his companion were gone."Hold this," he said, shoving his drink into her free hand, hearing her huff as he began pushing his way through the crowd. He caught sight of 009 as he made it to the entrance and hung back a little before following him outside. 009 was hailing a cab, his companion still facing away from Bond.

The cab pulled up and 009 got in, followed by the man. When the man turned to enter the cab, Bond was stunned to see that it was Villiers. What the hell was Villiers doing in New York with 009? He'd heard rumors around MI-6 that there might be a mole within their ranks. He didn't believe it until now.

---

Villiers was glad to be home back in London. Glad to be away from 009 and all too glad to forget about the meeting with the contact, temporarily at least. He just wanted some decent sleep. He entered his flat and sat his bag down, not noticing the man sitting on his couch, until he flipped on the light.

"Bloody hell Bond! You scared the shit out of me," Villiers said, his heart threatening to pound out of his chest, "Please tell me that you didn't break in again?"

"No," Bond said, holding up a shiny key.

"Great, that's just great," Villiers said, rolling his eyes, "What are you doing here?" He wanted to be angry that Bond had once again invaded his home, but he was too tired. It wouldn't matter anyway, if Bond wanted to get in, he wouldn't be able to stop him.

"Waiting for you," Bond nodded at the bag on the floor, "Did you go on holiday?"

Villiers froze. Shit. "I went to see my parents in Reading. My mum's been complaining that I don't visit often enough," He looked at Bond.

Bond nodded then smiled, "That's funny, because I was at this great club in New York, with this incredibly hot blond," he said, making sure to emphasize hot blond, "And I could swear that I saw you there."

"Bond," Villiers said, shaking his head, "You don't understand."

Bond stood and stalked over to Villiers. "Don't," he said, stopping in front of him, "You really aren't the man I thought you were. You're nothing but a traitor."

"NO," Villiers replied, "I'm not a traitor...I'm...You don't understand," he said again.

"Then tell me, MAKE me understand," Bond stepped closer.

"I..." Villiers shook his head and looked down, "I can't."

"Why not?" Bond replied, anger seeping into his voice.Villiers looked up at him. He wanted to tell Bond everything, but he knew he couldn't.

"Because you can't get involved in this. This is something I have to do on my own. Just....stay out of it."

Bond's eyes were growing colder as he moved within inches of Villiers face. He knew that Bond could kill him in an instant, yet he didn't move back. Instead he held Bond's angry stare.

"I won't fucking stay out of it,"

Bond turned to leave, but Villiers grabbed his arm, digging his fingers in. Bond turned back toward him, raising his fist, and landed a hit square on Villiers jaw. Villiers stumbled back, clutching his face. Bond turned back toward the door, but Villiers lunged forward and grabbed his arm again. Bond turned, only to get caught off guard when Villiers' fist connected with his jaw. He stumbled and put a hand to the burning spot on his jaw.

 The two men stared at each other for a moment. Bond moved forward and Villiers flinched, expecting another hit, but instead Bond snaked a hand behind his head and pulled him in for a hard kiss. Villiers kissed him back, pushing his tongue into Bond's mouth, tasting blood. He moved his hands to Bond's hips and dug in his fingers hard enough to bruise, pulling him closer.

They moved to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind them. As the back of Villiers knees hit the bed, Bond turned him roughly and pushed him face down on to the bed. Villiers saw him lean over toward the nightstand and grab a small bottle of lube from the drawer that Villiers didn't remember putting there. He heard Bond open the bottle and squeeze it, then saw the bottle fly toward the wall.

Bond didn't say anything before pushing himself roughly into Villiers. He felt Bond's hot, panting breaths on his skin and cried out as Bond began thrusting into him harder. Villiers felt Bond kiss and nip down the back of his neck to his shoulder and gasped as Bond bit down hard enough to leave a mark. Villiers pressed his mouth into his arm to muffle the moans he couldn't help making. His hands became tangled in the sheets beneath him as Bond moved inside him, pushing into him so hard he wouldn't be surprised if the bed broke. He felt one of Bond's hands thread into his hair pulling his head up. Bond pressed his mouth to Villiers', teeth banging together as he kissed him roughly. Villiers moaned as Bond released his hair and brought his hand around to stroke him roughly. Once, twice and he was coming all over Bond's fist and the bed. He heard Bond groan behind him, breath coming in harsh gasps as his orgasm tore through him. He collapsed face down on the bed, wincing when Bond pulled out and rolled to the side. Villiers rolled to his side facing away from Bond, his body felt heavy and his mind was a foggy mess but exhaustion won out over thinking and he was asleep in minutes.

---

Bond stood in the doorway of the bedroom, watching Villiers sleep. He couldn't believe he was doing this again. As a 00, he had learned not to form attachments to anyone. That was what had made him good at his job. So why was he doing this? After what had happened to Her, he had sworn to himself that he would not get involved with anyone. He had felt different around Villiers, like he could just be himself. It was the same way he'd felt with Her. The front he had put up, that he worked so long on, had come down. He didn't like the feeling that he wasn't in control. Bond sighed as Villiers in his sleep. For only the second time in his life, though he'd never admit it out loud, Bond was falling in love.

---

Villiers woke that morning, sore and alone. His jaw still throbbed from where Bond had hit him, he was pretty sure when he looked in the mirror he would see a bruise. He threw on a pair of boxers then padded into the living room where he found Bond asleep on the couch. Villiers stared at Bond, debating on whether he should wake him up and kick him out or just leave him there. He decided on leaving him there and walked back to his bedroom. He grabbed his mobile from the floor in the hallway, shutting the door behind him as he flipped the mobile open and hit 2 on the speed dial. The phone rang twice before it was picked up.

"It's Villiers," he said, keeping his voice low, "I think we might have a problem."

---

Villiers was late. It had taken longer than he had expected to download the file that 009 had asked for. He pulled up in front of the abandoned building and sat in his car for a second, then took a deep breath and got out.

He walked in to find 009 leaning against a concrete pillar. The man made a point of looking at his watch and tapping it with his finger.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry I'm late."

"It's fine John," came a familiar voice from the shadows.

Villiers frowned. "What are you doing here?" he said, just as he noticed the gun pointed at him. He looked at 009, who pulled a gun from his waistband, "What's going on?"

"I'm sorry I had to get you involved in this John, I really am. I saw the way Bond kept looking at you and I knew you were the one. As soon as Bond shows, we'll let you walk out of here. I promise."

"What...Bond..." Villiers stopped, it all suddenly became clear. "You're after Bond. You're going to use me to get to him."

The Contact smiled, "He is brilliant, just like you said."

Villiers heard movement behind him and when he looked back, two men appeared out of the shadows, machine guns pointed in his direction.

He turned back to the Contact, "He won't come for me. He doesn't care about me. I was just another conquest for him," Villiers tried to keep the fear from his voice.

"I don't think so. I think you mean more to him then he has lead you to believe," The Contact walked to Villiers and shoved a hand into the pocket of his trousers, pulling out his mobile and flipping it open, "Now, why don't you give Mr. Bond a call. We wouldn't want him to miss out on the party, would we?"

Villiers reluctantly took the mobile and dialed.

---

After watching Villiers sleep, Bond had retired to the couch, where he had enjoyed what was the best night's sleep he'd had in a few months. It was almost 5 pm when he was awoken by the sound of his mobile ringing. Now here he was, sitting outside M's office, staring at Villiers empty chair. M appeared a few minutes later and ushered him into the office.

"Have a seat, Bond," she said, pointing to the chair.

"No thanks. I'll stand," he smiled.

"Just sit in the bloody chair," her voice sounding tired and irritated, "We need to talk."

Bond sat in the chair, "What have I done now?" his own voice showing some irritation.

"You're about to interfere in a highly delicate undercover operation."

"Excuse me?" he replied, raising his eyebrows.

"Villiers called me this morning and told me that you saw him at a club with 009 in New York."

"Now why would he do that?" Bond said.

M sighed, "I didn't want you involved in this at all, but since you've taken it upon yourself, once again, to stick your bloody nose into things..." she stood and walked toward Bond, stopping in front of him. "You've heard rumors that we have a mole within the agency, right?" Bond nodded. "Last week Villiers was approached by 009, who asked him to pass along certain sensitive information. Villiers first call was to me. After some discussion, I told him to accept 009's offer. Villiers has been working undercover, so we can capture 009 and ultimately, the people he works for. When you saw Villiers in New York, he was meeting with 009's contact. In fact, he has a meeting with 009 and the contact as we speak."

Bond opened his mouth to speak when his mobile rang. He reached in his pocket and pulled it out. It was Villiers. If Villiers was meeting with 009, why was Villiers calling him? Bond looked at M, then stood and headed for the door. Something was wrong.

"John?"

"James," came Villiers frightened voice, "I..."

"John?" Bond repeated, stopping behind Villiers desk.

A female voice answered, "John's a little busy being tied up at the moment Mr. Bond."

"Who is this?" He asked as he began typing into one of the computers. M stood in the doorway, concern showing on her face.

"Just an old friend who's very eager to reconnect with you," she replied in a playful tone.

A map appeared on the screen, along with a small green dot. To the right of the screen was a picture of Villiers along with all his vitals. Bond clicked on the green dot and an address appeared.

"No doubt you've just pulled up John's tracking information," she said, her voice serious now. Bond heard Villiers scream in the background. His heart rate and blood pressure sky rocketed then the little green dot disappeared.

"Yes," Bond said trying to stay calm.

"Good. Now, you know where we are, I suggest you show up within the hour, alone, or the only thing you'll ever find of John, is one of his fingers."

"If anything happens to him...," he started, but the line went dead before he could continue.

He looked at M for a moment before bolting out the door. M didn't ask him what he was going to do, she knew the answer. The only question she didn't have the answer to, was would they both make it out alive.

---

Thirty minutes later, Bond was picking the lock to one of the back doors of the building. Both guards lie on the ground, their necks broken. Bond knew he was walking into a trap, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to lose someone he cared about again. Once he got the door open he slipped inside. His body hugging the wall as he moved through the room into the hallway. Bond saw stairs to the right, he knew 009 would have Villiers guarded on an upper floor. He moved down the hallway towards the stairs, keeping low and using the shadows from the setting sun to help conceal him.

Once Bond reached the stairs he noticed a guard leaning against the wall on a landing halfway up the stairwell. Bond shoved his gun into the waistband of his jeans and quickly moved to the opposite side of the stairwell. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a few coins, throwing them towards the spot he'd been standing in. The guards head snapped up and he quickly moved down the stairs to investigate. As soon as the man stepped off the stairs turning his back to him, Bond reached out breaking his neck with little effort.

Bond pulled his gun from his pants and climbed the stairs. Once he reached the second floor he quickly scanned the hallway and seeing no one, he moved on to the third floor. There he spotted two guards standing in front of a door halfway down the corridor. Bond checked his gun and, taking a deep breath, slipped out of the stairwell making his way down the hallway. The guards hadn't even noticed his presence when the first had fallen, before the second could react Bond finished him. One shot to each of their heads, silencer muffling the sounds.

Bond swung the door open, gun aimed and ready. He scanned the room, seeing only Villiers lying on the floor, unconscious and bloody. He knelt beside him, checking his pulse to make sure he was still alive. Bond released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when he felt Villiers pulse fast and strong under his fingers. Bond shook Villiers lightly, whispering his name. When Villiers didn't wake, Bond slapped his cheek.

Villiers groaned as his eyes fluttered open. He looked around confused, "Bond?"

Bond smiled, "Back to using last names?"

Villiers attempted to smile, but it turned into a wince as he sat up.

"Can you walk?" Bond asked, looking back towards the door.

"Just a little sore," Villiers nodded and smiled, "You would think I'd be used to it after being with you," he gasped wrapping his arms around his ribcage.

Bond helped Villiers to his feet, opening his mouth to reply, but before he could he saw the smile fade from Villiers face.

"We were wondering how long it would take for you to get here," The same playful voice he had heard earlier on the phone spoke from behind him.

Bond turned, standing in the doorway was 009- his face pale and drawn, a woman with her gun trained on Bond and a guard, his machine gun also pointed in his direction.

He smiled, "The lock on that back door was a real bitch," There was something about the woman that felt familiar. He was sure he'd seen her somewhere before.

The woman moved toward Bond, finally stopping in front of him.

"You're trying to remember me aren't you?" her voice was soft, deadly.

He studied her face for a few moments before recognition set in. "005," Bond said his voice softer than he intended.

"Ah! So you do remember," She smiled coldly.

It all came back to Bond. Six months ago he'd been sent to dispatch 005. MI-6 had learned how he had been feeding information to their enemies. Bond hadn't wanted to do that to one of his own, but 005 had known the consequences of betrayal and hadn't put up much of a fight. He had just put a bullet in 005's head when the door to the flat had opened and 005's fiancee walked in. She had run screaming to 005's body and Bond had calmly walked out the door. Sometimes he could still her screaming in his dreams.

"He knew what would happen if he betrayed us, he deserved to die," Bond told her flatly.

Her hands shook as she pointed the gun at his head, "As do you," She shouted.

"You're probably right," he looked at 009. "So, there never was any mole within MI-6. All this was just an elaborate set up to get to me," he looked back at her, "It's brilliant, but if you wanted me dead you should have just come for me. You didn't have to involve Villiers."

"Oh, but I did," she lowered her gun a little, "Ever since that night, I've wanted nothing more than to see you dead. Paul here," she pointed to 009, who shifted nervously, "And Dean were good friends he told me one night after a lot of wine, you had been the one to kill Dean. So I began forming a plan, but it wasn't until Paul told me about the way you and Mr. Villiers were around each other that I began to realize that my plan was flawed. You see, I realized that death would be too good for you. Instead I wanted you to suffer the way I've suffered, I would have to find someone that you cared about, someone that you loved." She smiled at Villiers and turned her gun at him.

"Wait," 009 shouted as he moved toward her, "You said you wouldn't hurt John."

She smiled at 009, "I lied," She swung her gun toward 009 and fired, he grunted as he hit the floor. Bond took the opportunity to lunge toward the woman, but the guard blocked him from moving forward, hitting Bond hard on the side of the head with the machine gun. Bond crumpled to the floor, groaning and clutching his head as blood gushed over his hand. Villiers leaned down in an attempt to help him but the guard grabbed him roughly by the arm and shoved him in front of the woman.

"I'm sorry it has to happen like this," she said, "Turn around and get on your knees."

Villiers glared at her. She motioned for the guard, who turned Villiers roughly toward where Bond lay and hit him in the stomach. Villiers fell to his knees, gasping.

Bond looked up at her, ignoring the throbbing in his temple, "You don't have to hurt him. I'm the one you want. Kill me."

"I'm not going to kill you, not yet at least. I want you to watch as someone you care about dies," She grabbed a handful of Villiers hair and pulled his head toward her, then pressed the barrel of the gun to Villiers head.

"Villiers," Bond said as he began to fade into the darkness. The last thing he heard was a gun shot.

---

Bond woke three days later in a hospital bed and in great deal of pain. He looked around, gathering his senses, and saw Villiers, curled up in a chair next to his bed sleeping and sporting some wicked bruises on his face. Bond reached out, ignoring the pain in his arm, and lightly touched one of the bruises. Villiers opened his eyes slowly and, seeing that Bond was awake, smiled.

"How long?" Bond whispered through dry lips.

"Three days," Villiers replied, leaning over him to push the call button. "You had us worried. The doctor's weren't sure if you'd wake up. You took a nasty hit to the head."

"You're telling me. I feel like I've been run over," he chuckled, then winced as his head began to throb.

Villiers put a hand on his chest and pushed him back down, "You shouldn't move."

Bond wrapped a hand around Villiers wrist, concern showing in his face, "What about you? Are you alright?"

Villiers smiled and nodded, "I'm fine. A few bruises. Nothing that won't fade."

Bond started to talk when the door opened and M stepped through. His hand dropped from Villiers wrist as he tried to sit up again.

M waved a hand at him, "No. Don't try to sit up."

He sank back on to the bed, "What happened?"

"What's the last thing you remember?" M asked.

"The last thing I remember, is hearing a gun shot. Then it all went black," Bond looked at M, then at Villiers. "Tell me what happened," M nodded at Villiers.

"Well, apparently 009 wasn't as dead as she had thought. That gun shot you heard was from 009 when he shot the guard. When she let go of me I grabbed the guards gun and I...I killed her," Villiers hands began to tremble as he continued, "Once I made sure she and the guard were dead, I checked on you and 009 then called for help."

Bond reached out to steady Villiers hands with his own, "You did good John," he waited for Villiers to nod, then turned back to M, "What about 009?"

M shook her head, "He didn't make it through surgery."

The three of them stood in silence for a moment before M cleared her throat, "Well, the doctor's will want you to stay here for observation for a few more days, but then I expect you back at work and everything to get back to normal, or as normal as it can be when you're around, Bond."

"Yes, mum," Bond replied.

M looked at Villiers, "You've got a lot of work to catch up on John, so I expected you bright and early in the morning, understand?"

Villiers smiled and nodded, "Yes, mum."

M started toward the door and said as she walked out, "Try not to keep my assistant up too late, will you Bond."

Bond smiled at Villiers, whose own smile began to fade.

"What now?" Villiers asked him.

"Well, I suppose we need to lock the door so no one interrupts us," Bond grinned at him.

Villiers couldn't stop the smile that crawled across his lips. "That's not what I meant, but I suppose that's all I'll get from you."

Bond's face became serious, "I can't make you any promises and I can't be the man that you want me to be."

"I know and I can live with that," Villiers whispered as he leaned down to kiss Bond. As Bond's tongue slipped into his mouth and as Bond's fingers moved through his hair, Villiers knew that one day Bond would break his heart. That was the only way it could end.

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justdreaming88
Nov. 5th, 2009 01:27 am (UTC)
I've really enjoyed this, an interesting plot line and I like that Villiers knows he won't get a happy ending.
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