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Secret Weapon

Chapter Six: With Pleasure, M.

Warnings: SMUT!!!!! also a bit of crack

Word Count: 2.6k

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Ezra tilted his head slightly, cocking an eyebrow at James as he grabbed the file in front of him. The agent was toying with him. That much was obvious. At least Tanner wasn’t in there. Would be embarrassing for what he was about to do next. Ezra stood from his desk and made his way around it, eyes zeroing on his prey. Bond. He lifted a hand to James’ cheek, a finger gently grazing across his jaw–it caused the agent to let out a light gasp. He didn’t think Ezra would do anything. Not in the office…

“Be here at 8 pm, will you?” Ezra smiled innocently as he took his hand away. Oh, James was in for it now. “You’re dismissed, 007. Do whatever you do when there’s a break, hm?”

James didn’t even have to think too hard to realize why Ezra wanted him in his office later on. Most operatives would be gone… Including Moneypenny and Tanner. No one to accidentally walk in on them.

Bond gave Ezra a curt nod, “Of course, sir.” He turned to leave, a smirk on the edges of his lips. Being James Bond, it was part of his duty to annoy the new Quartermaster.

And so he did.

James arrived at Q’s headquarters to be met with Q and Alix working away at a desk together. Ezra had to know but it didn’t seem like he cared. Q was much more stable than he or Ezra ever could have been. He made his way over to their desk, the pair straightened up when they realized he was there. Alix knew James and her father had a… relationship going on. Of some sort.

“007, what can we do for you?” Q asked, trying his best to be nice. Though, his voice was condescending no matter what he did.

Bond hummed as he looked around at the different people working around them. “My… car. The DB-5… When will that be fixed?” He’d like it to be his daily car. There was never a dull moment in the life of 007. With the car repaired, at least he’d have the upperhand if it just so happened that their enemy wanted to catch him on the roads of London.

“You gave it back to us as a burnt crisp.” Alix said simply, crossing their arms. “You might need to wait a while.” They sassed as they motioned to the shell of the car that was sitting off to the side, in its own little enclosure.

James cocked an eyebrow at the short twenty-something year old. Alix wasn’t that intimidating but they were the child of the Director. Well, when has anything like that stopped him before? “And? You’re in the Q-Branch, figure something out.” He said in a teasing tone.

“Not our fault the DB5 got fucked. Now is it, James?” Alix shrugged. Perhaps she was being difficult on purpose. Wasn’t her place to say.

James chuckled, an idea popped into his head. One he wasn’t so sure he should say aloud… but it was too funny to keep to himself. “That’s not the only thing getting fucked.” He hummed, leaning against Q’s desk to look around at the new gadgets being developed.

Alix and Q were silent–shocked he would say such a thing. Then again, that was normal for James Bond. Alix glanced from Q to James, suspicious. “I know it isn’t Q–or me, for that matter–I hope to God it’s not you.” They observed James. It was obvious, like how he wanted it to be. “Fuck… no!” They exclaimed, pained to have made the realization.

Q ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t need to be hearing this, much like Alix didn’t need to either. “James! No one needs to know about your plans with M!” Q hissed.

“What?” Bond laughed. “I never said I was fucking him.”

“Please never say anything like that about my father ever again.” Alix requested with a strict tone. Not really a request, more of an order. One they hoped James would listen to because they didn't need to hear anymore.

“Or about our boss.” Q added.

James countered, “Then fix my car, hm?”

Q and Alix shared a look, the shorter of the two pursed their lips. “Fine. Don’t blow it up again then?” Alix cocked their eyebrow at the agent.

“Deal.” James nodded. They both knew he would never fulfill the deal. He might try but it wasn’t the foremost thing on his mind. He was sentimental about the DB5 but when it came to his own life or the car–well, it was obvious which one he’d choose. He'd wrecked it plenty of times before and he expected to in the future.

Q glanced at Alix before he fixed his gaze on James. "Is that all, 007?" He asked. He wanted to focus on the new car they were building rather than that old piece of junk. Burnt junk.

"Yes. Thank you, Q. Alix." James nodded to the both of them, winking before he curtly turned and made his way out of the lab. He had a smug smile on his face…

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Just before eight, Ezra was in the middle of quite the stack of paperwork. He pursed his lips with each pen flick he did, wrist hurting. He'd get cramps from holding a gun too tightly but a pen… he was not used to that. The man set his pen down and flexed his fingers for a moment. Tanner and Eve left a few minutes ago, each saying goodbye for they left. He was alone in the Whitehall office, cloaked by darkness with some light filtering in from the street lamps outside his windows.

Ezra let out a breath as he stood from the desk to flick on the lights in the room. He didn't realize how dark it was. How late. He smiled slightly as he checked his watch.

James would arrive soon.

Though, he's heard from Tanner that the agent liked to be fashionably late. Ezra had a feeling James didn't want to miss a single second.

The director–interesting title Ezra wasn't quite sure he would get used to–unbuttoned his cuffs to roll up his sleeves. He wore his signature three-piece suit, this time in a deep brown color. His blazer was already draped on the back of his chair so he didn't need to take that off. Convenient.

A light knock on the padded door and Ezra knew. He opened the door to reveal just the man he expected.

James. James Bond.

"Hello, M." He smirked, sliding next to Ezra's body to make his way inside the office. James ran a hand across the other man's chest as he did.

He was being a tease on purpose. Probably his most notable quality–being an asshole simply for the sake of being one.

Ezra closed and locked the door behind James and hummed, "Ah, just what I ordered." He teased back. He liked this game. Though, Ezra wasn't into foreplay much. It was wasted valuable time that could be spent… elsewhere.

So, he grabbed James’ tie, pulling him close as he connected their lips. James quickly held onto Ezra’s shoulders, squeezing at his favorite spot. The space where his shoulder met his arm. It was James’ favorite because it was the thickest part of his arm, it felt solid. It’s been a while since they’ve had a moment to themselves like this. With Ezra becoming M and James officially back on the job as 007, their lives have been hectic the last few weeks. Ezra needed this. He was sure James needed it too.

For the first time in his life, it seemed, Bond pulled away from the kiss first. He needed some air in his lungs. Only for Ezra to tear off James’ blazer with his tie, ripping off the agent’s first few buttons to reveal the expanse of his neck. Burying his face underneath his jaw, Ezra sucked and nipped marks onto his skin. James’ hand settled into Ezra’s hair, a gasp then a light whine extracted from between his lips.

He didn’t expect this. For Ezra to be such a… passionate lover. But it excited James for the possibilities of what would happen next.

Once Ezra did pull away, he didn’t waste a second taking off Bond’s shirt with dark eyes as he admired his bare chest. He ran a hand down James’ side, feeling some rough spots from scars among soft muscles. Ezra went to undo James’ pants but hands stopped him.

“I’m feeling fairly bare compared to you.” James whispered, biting his lip lightly. He wanted to see Ezra’s body too. See his bare broad shoulders and lines of tattoos across his chest and arms.

Ezra smirked, cocking his eyebrow as he gently grabbed Bond’s jaw in his palm. “What makes you think you’re in charge here, 007?” He asked teasingly. James' visibly swallowed, his Adam’s apple accentuated as his pupils widened. Oh, yeah, Ezra knew what it did to Bond to use his designation number. It was hard to miss it.

“Of… course, sir.” James eventually said as Ezra continued with his mission to take off his trousers. Standing in just his boxers in M’s office wasn’t something he particularly wanted but… his boyfriend was M now.

Ezra hummed as he admired James’ body, a hand in his. He led James over to the desk, thankful he cleaned it before James arrived or else he wouldn’t have the patience to do it then. He’d probably have swiped off all of it from the desk and then the papers would have been all over the place. He pulled James on the desk with ease, continuing their kiss from earlier. A bit more feverish this time. They needed more from each other–James needed more.

And Ezra intended on giving it to him.

Pulling away, Ezra ran a few fingers across James’ jaw as he admired the agent’s swollen lips and the small sliver of blue around his pupils. Then there were his firm thighs. Quite frankly, it was hot. He was able to do this to James Bond. He made him whine. That had to be an achievement of some kind. A medal, maybe? Ezra would surely win gold.

“I have a surprise for you. Just for you, love.” Ezra whispered with a small smirk, narrow eyes as he looked at James. He had a feeling it wasn’t what the agent expected, much like what happened previously wasn’t what he expected either. James might have expected himself to take the lead rather than Ezra. He thought he would be a lot more shy in bed– in this case, an office. “Want to know what it is?”

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“Wanna spy on my dad?” Alix asked Q, an excited glint in their eyes. They were just about to leave for the day, a bit late since it was past eight at that point but duty calls. James did want that Aston Martin fixed and, knowing him, he’d bother them until it was done. They weren’t too keen on having him do that for more than a few days.

Q was in the middle of typing on his computer, some new algorithm he was implementing or some such thing, as he shook his head. “I’d rather not since he’s my boss. And, it may not be a spoken rule, but it’s against MI6 policy to hack into our own cameras.” He scolded softly.

Alix groaned in frustration, their accent became thicker with it, “You’re no fun! There’s no one else here so they won’t know. Plus, M is now my dad. I don’t think he’ll care too much.” They pouted.

Q was a sucker for Alix, he couldn’t quite say no to them. Even if he knew it would be better if he did. Purposefully getting into trouble wasn’t his favorite thing in the world to do. “Fine.” He sighed, “For a minute then we’re turning it off!”

“Yes!” Alix exclaimed happily, pumping a fist in the air before she got on her computer.

Getting into the camera system was quite simple. For them. Not really for other hackers. First order of business Ezra set up was to make sure every single piece of technology in MI6 had a failsafe, inhackable unless an operative was a part of the Q-Branch. Most notably, Q himself and Alix.

Only a few seconds later, Alix had the cameras for M’s office pulled up. And not even a second later, they exited out of the tab. Their eyes were wide as they looked away from their computer screen. They needed to scrub that image from their mind. Q looked concerned, he didn’t have the time to take so much as a glance at Alix’s screen.

“What happened?” He asked softly.

“I… just saw…” Alix took a breath, shaking the image from their memory. It just wouldn’t leave. “Them fucking.” They cringed, realizing they brought this upon themself.

Alix’s words, while slightly vague, made Q understand. It was James and Ezra. In Ezra’s office… fucking. He didn’t need to know this boss. In fact, he didn’t need to know anything about his boss’ private life besides the fact that Alix was his child and perhaps exchange a few pleasantries. That was it.

So much for a normal career in espionage.

—---

“Good boy. You take it so well, love.” Ezra praised softly into James’ ear as the man whined. He was practically on top of him while James was bent over the desk, one of Ezra’s hands on his hip while the other was planted on his shoulder.

Ezra wasn’t undressed at all. His shirt might have looked a bit wrinkled as his tie seemed out of place but nothing on his body was exposed except for a bit of tattoo on his forearms. He did add one extra thing to his wardrobe though. That surprise–it was a strap-on. Well, it was buried inside James at the moment.

James let out a low grunt that turned into a moan as Ezra thrusted at just the right spot. “I… Fuck!” He panted, his forehead against the desk. The wood was cool compared to his steaming body. He needed its coolness to feel a little bit normal, at least. What he was feeling wasn’t normal. Not for him. All his other lovers couldn’t compare. “Ezra–ah!” Another thrust at just the right angle. He was so close, he could feel it coming.

“There it is…” Ezra hummed, a wicked smile on his face. He enjoyed it, possibly a little too much. Those noises, though. They were beautiful. He eagerly awaited the next time he’d be able to hear them. Soon, he hoped. “Cum for me, love. I know you want to.” Ezra could tell. Bond was teetering on the edge. Perhaps some encouragement would do the job. “Don’t you wanna be a good boy for 009?”

There was a shift deep in Bond’s stomach, his orgasm just hit him. “Yes!” He whimpered. An almost instant relief washed over him, like a wave upon a shore. Breathless, the man turned to Ezra. “You… are going to be the death of me.” He whispered.

“Would you have it any other way?” Ezra asked in a soft voice, running a hand through James’ hair. Bond’s entire body had a thin layer of sweat. Seemed like Ezra did his job well.

James pressed a kiss to Ezra’s lips, a sigh coming from his own once he pulled away from it. “No… No, I wouldn’t.”

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Secret Weapon

Chapter Five: A Performance Was Demanded of Me, Now I Have Delivered!

Warnings: Blood, gore, swearing, mature themes, guns, shooting, violence, death.

Word Count: 4.3k

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James parked at the side of a long road. They were already in Scotland. It was beautiful with rolling valleys and high up mountains with peaks of snow. Sky was a steel gray color though it seemed. Serene. That’s what it appeared to be but Ezra could tell a storm was brewing. Much like how there was one building inside James’ chest. The man stood on the road, eyes taking in the landscape. It’s been a while since he’s been home. Decades. He was pushed to because of the fate of the world. It wasn’t the best time for him to take Ezra home for the first time. Quite the opposite.

Ezra leaned against the side of the car, carefully observing Jame while M woke up to join him outside the car. James was tense. As expected for knowing what was to come but there was also the part of going back to his childhood home. Where his parents died.

“This is where you grew up.” M stated. It wasn’t a question. She knew but James gave her a nod anyway. “How old were you when they died?”

Bond’s jaw clenched, only slightly. “You know the answer to that. You know the whole story. Orphans always make the best recruits.” He hummed. He wasn’t mad, not really. It was just how MI6 worked. He didn’t have any attachments. No one to worry when he’d leave for weeks or even months. Until now. Glancing up at the sky yet again, James pursed his lips. “Storm’s coming.”

Any emotion he did have was suddenly gone.

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As they approached James’ old home, Ezra surveyed their surroundings. The house was in a huge clearing of the forest behind them. They passed a gate, huge and imposing with a statue of a deer on top of it. Decaying with half of it crumbled to pieces. On the only standing pillar, there was a word carved on it: SKYFALL. Ezra glanced from the sign then to James. He could feel the tension rolling off him, waves crashing into each other only to make an even bigger one.

Ezra set his hand on Bond’s thigh. Almost immediately, the tension was washed away. Belittled into nothing but a small wave rolling onto a sandy shore.

As the car stopped, the trio climbed out. The house looked lonely and deserted, everything looked horrible. More dead than alive. Not how it used to be. Though, Ezra wasn’t sure if it’s been alive for more than it’s been dead.

“Christ.” M said as she looked up at the house ahead of them. “No wonder you never came back.” M being M meant she always said what was on her mind. Sometimes it would be a blessing if she never said anything at all.

They headed for the front door. James opened the door slowly, taking in the sight of his old home. For him, it was like entering a haunted mansion. It was dark inside with barely any light coming through the windows. James entered first, Ezra and M following. Their footsteps echoed on the creaky floorboards as they advanced further inside the house.

But then there was a sound. More floorboards creaked but it wasn’t either of them.

James didn’t seem scared so Ezra didn’t pull out his gun as they turned. From the shadows, emerged a man. An old man. With a shotgun. He was about M’s age with a stark white beard and piercing blue eyes. He was handsome for his age. The man–Kincade–seemed to recognize James, his eyes were on him as he entered the main hall.

“James… James Bond.” Kincade blinked. It’s been years since he’s seen James. It showed in the wrinkles of his eyes. It was certainly before his time at MI6. Kincade didn’t know anything about James’ job or why he had two strays behind him.

Bond’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he takes in the sight of his old friend. “Good God. Are you still alive?” That earned him a smack from Ezra, even if he didn’t know Kincade yet. “We were all thinking it.�� He shrugged.

Kincade looked at the pair, a knowing look in his eyes before he lowered his shotgun. “Heh!... It’s alright. It’s nice to see you too.” He slowly smiled, thankful he could see James. Even if it was for the last time. He shook Bond’s hand eagerly.

“M, Ezra, this is Kincade. Gamekeeper here since I was a boy.” James explained, a light smile on his face as he glanced between his two companions.

Kincade nodded at the two. “Pleased to meet you, Emma.” He misheard what James meant. Perhaps for the better. He then tilted his head to look at Ezra as he shook his hand as well. “You’re quite the looker, aren’t you?”

Ezra’s eyes widened slightly before a smirk graced his lips. “I like him.” He chuckled while James had an unimpressed expression.

“You’re a tad late. They’ve sold the place when they thought you were dead. Seems they were wrong.” Kincade changed the subject, looking to James this time. “What are you doing here?”

Bond weighed two options in his mind. Tell the truth or lie. “Some men are coming to kill us. We’re going to kill them first.” Truth seemed to be the best bet.

“Then we’d better get ready.” Kincade accepted his answer. He never was one to back away from a fight. Not when it came to his home.

Ezra was thankful Kincade didn’t ask many questions. After all, it would be hard to explain everything they’d been through up until that point. Some details even he didn’t know. He was around during Silva’s run at MI6 but they ran their missions entirely separately. At least Ezra didn’t go beyond his orders.

Though, he did keep coming back from the dead.

Soon, Kincade led them to the house’s gun room. Impressive… if it weren’t for the empty shelves. Notches were unclipped and the shelves were bare. James would thank Ezra later for thinking of packing up some guns.

“They sold the lot to a collector from Idaho or some such place. They were shipped out weeks ago… There’s just your father’s old hunting rifle.” The older man went to grab the rifle, it was the only thing still in its case. He handed it over to James, Ezra hummed as his eyes raked over it. It was beautiful, intricate carvings across the hilt. “We couldn’t let that go.”

M hummed as she looked over the small collection of arms on the table. “Well, thank goodness we brought more.” She huffed as James set the hunting rifle on the table.

“There might be a couple sticks of dynamite from the quarry… But if all else fails…” Kincade set his hunting knife on the table as well. “Sometimes the old ways are the best.”

Ezra shrugged, a light smile on his face. Hopeful. “Well, I particularly love arson. Not sure about you.”

M let out a sigh. Ezra was a great agent but half the missions he went on, something exploded. A big explosion. Not pretty since she was the one that had to deal with the media most of the time. She shook her head.

“Let’s get ours, hm? See what we have.” James suggested. They didn’t exactly care what they grabbed from Ezra’s unit. They just knew they needed guns, grabbing whatever was in front of them.

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Hours later and they came up with a plan. Sort of.

All the windows in the house were boarded up with some traps along the way from the front door. Guns were stashed in random places in case they needed them later on. For now, James had his father’s hunting gun, M had James’ Walther, Ezra had an AK-47, and Kincade had his shotgun–now sawed off.

James was looking out the window, the boards off to the side of him, when Ezra made his way next to him. The pair were in heavier clothes in exchange for their suits. Though James wasn’t sure if he would die or not, he had to admit Ezra looked attractive in ‘normal’ clothes. He looked great no matter what he wore. Ezra let out a breath of air as he looked out the window with Bond, his gun wrapped around his body with a strap.

“Waiting around like this is making me anxious.” Ezra admitted softly, glancing down at his gun before he fixed the gloves on his hands. Usually, he knew when his enemy was coming. He’s dealt with worse but knowing was so much more comforting than not.

James, despite their conditions, smiled. “We’re going to be okay.” A lie. Someone was going to die. It was either going to be Silva or one of them. But Bond was a liar for a living. It was his default setting.

Ezra cocked his eyebrow at James. He knew the truth. Even if James didn’t want to give it to him. For comfort, Bond pressed a light kiss to Ezra’s lips. It was shorter than their first but held a different kind of weight to it. If either of them were going to die, then this moment was the last thing either of them wanted to think about before life drained from their eyes.

Moments later, after they pulled away, M spoke up from her position at the old dining table. “I fucked this up, didn’t I?” She sighed.

“No. You did your job.” James admitted. He felt this coming. The doubt settled into M’s mind. Just what Silva wanted to happen. He paused, only for a second. “I read your obituary of me.” He admitted.

Ezra cocked his head with a light chuckle. “And?” M asked as she looked up at the man.

“Appalling.” Bond hummed.

M looked down at her gun, a little disheartened but she expected as such. “Yeah, I knew you’d hate it. I did call you ‘an exemplar of British fortitude.’”

“That bit was alright.” James shrugged.

A few seconds after that conversation ended, there was the sound of dogs barking in the distance. Nothing came right after that but they knew. Ezra and James exchanged a look. They were close.

“You ready?” James asked softly.

Ezra hummed, reading his gun. “I’m always up to the job, 007.”

Something about the way Ezra would use James’ designation number… it did things to him. But he didn’t have the time for that at the moment.

The pair stared out the window as dark, black cars approached the gateway. Figures emerged from the cars, heavily armed. Silva’s mercenaries. Ezra looked at the men. Silva wasn’t there. Perhaps he was waiting for later. The men approached the lodge slowly, creeping through the fog like wraiths. The only sound they made was their feet crunching across the moorland. They communicated through silent hand signals. Professionals. Two men split off from the others, disappearing around the side of the house.

Ezra quickly went to get rid of those two, silently making his way over to them. One was behind the other so Ezra swiftly picked him off first and then the other. Two broken necks later, Ezra could hear the DB-5 shooting away at the men in the front.

He made his way inside, careful with feather-light steps so as to not step on the wrong floorboards. Ezra shot at two men once inside, bodies falling to the floor as soon as the agent saw them. Riding off instinct was all he could do. At least they were good, Ezra hadn’t even had a scratch on him yet… besides some of the rubble from nearby explosions.

More men seemed to keep on coming, they were about to catch Kincade off guard as he fumbled to grab more shotgun shells from his pockets. But James killed one, coming out of nowhere with a stashed gun, Ezra killed the other.

They worked quite well as a team.

Kincade took a breath, wide-eyed as he stared at the pair. “You drop something?” James asked with a shit-eating grin.

Then, they heard a commotion in the kitchen. That had to be M. James and Ezra rushed to the room, Bond shooting down the stray man as he looked at the damage. His house was going to crumble by the end of the day. He could tell.

“You hurt?” Ezra asked softly, lowering his gun slightly.

M let out a light laugh, “Only my pride. I never was a good shot.”

James flipped over the final body. It wasn’t Silva. “He’s not here.” He moved around the room, pursuing his lips. “He’s not here.” He repeated through clenched teeth. He thought they were done. Oh, Silva was just getting started.

Outside, like a great prehistoric beast, an army of helicopters swept through the valley. They flew low over the moor. Kincade and M are behind Ezra and James as they look out the window to see the approaching onslaught. They were so screwed.

“Always go to make an entrance.” James whispered to himself.

Ezra glanced behind him at the older pair. “You two, go to the kitchen… Now!” He yelled. The only time M would excuse such a thing. They quickly made their way over to the kitchen as James smashed open a shutter and the glass with the butt of his gun. He opened fire. Sighing, Ezra did the same. He started to shoot at the extra men.

The helicopter turned and suddenly a machine gun was pointed at the house. Windows shattered, walls pierced, more twilight started to break through into the house. James ran, Ezra close behind him as they dodged the gunfire. Bullets ripped and ricocheted only a few feet behind them as they made their way to the kitchen. Debris flew past them, so much for getting out of this without a scratch. Glass shards sliced at Ezra’s cheeks as it flew.

“Get behind the arch!” Bond yelled, pointing. It was a stone arch, just strong enough to withstand the bullets. M and Kincade ran over to take cover behind the archway, bullets still piercing through the house.

As Bond quickly grabbed another ammunition clip from underneath the table, the helicopter began circling the house. It continued its fire as it circled. Ezra took cover with James, taking a glimpse at the helicopter through bullet-ridden shutters. The helicopter was annihilating the outer walls of Skyfall.

It was that time. “Go to the chapel, use the tunnel.” Ezra yelled as he looked through the lens of his gun. Hurriedly, Kincade led M to the study, where the tunnel to the chapel was. The helicopter slowed, moving towards the front of the house as it ceased fire. Perhaps they were checking to see if they were dead.

They needed to try harder than that.

James led Ezra to the main hallway, eyes scanning the house as he worked out their next move. They were in the shadows, guns ready. Where they were meant to be it seemed. Through the front door, blown to bits at this point, Ezra could only see Silva and his men. They prepare to fire… Only to be stopped when a device rolls into the hallway.

“Fuck.” Ezra cursed, the pair dove for cover in the great wall just in time as the device exploded.

They got up from their spot, only to have to dive for cover a few more times as Silva kept on throwing these bombs into the house. Taking a breath, Ezra rose to his knees after the relentlessness of Silva’s bombs died down.

“Everyone listen to me! Don’t you dare touch her. She’s mine.” Silva’s voice filtered inside from all the bullet holes and blown up windows.

Like lightning, Bond got on his feet and looked for a shot at Silva. He saw the shadow of Silva in the dining room, caused by the helicopter’s searchlight. Ezra hoisted his gun back up from the position on the floor and reloaded as quietly as he possibly could.

Silva’s voice filtered in yet again, an almost flirtatious tone in his voice. “Can your friend come out and say hello? I know Ezra is here somewhere.” He teased.

A new ignited fire in James’ eyes, he fired outside. But Silva’s already gone. Another canister–bomb–rolled in and sent Bond flying. He was okay, recovered quite fast. Ezra let out a low growl from under his breath, setting up his gun at the edge of a window to get a good look at Silva. It’s hard with so many people with guns, catching a single movement out of the corner of their eyes.

Smoke started to spread throughout the house, beginning to suffocate Ezra. He took a few deep breaths, getting away from the smoke as best he could. Another bomb exploded just as James came back from a cellar. He dragged heavy gas canisters towards the study. Ezra narrowed his eyes at them, confused.

Oh.

James was going to blow up the entire house. Wouldn’t be too hard, the whole of Skyfall was burning. Ezra followed, taking a peek outside when he heard the machine guns go off again but they weren’t pointed at the house anymore. It was shooting at the DB-5, riddling the car with bullets until it exploded.

“He’s a petty one.” Ezra sighed as James set the canisters down.

Bond let out a light huff. A laugh. He grabbed his father’s cigar box, retrieving a few matches and striked one alight. He then used the match to spark up the fuse… leading up to two sticks of dynamite that were strapped to the gas canisters. He didn’t need to look back, he knew how much time they had.

“I always hated this place.” James hummed, taking Ezra’s hand in his as he ran to the priest’s hole. Ezra didn’t have much of a choice in running with him. It was either get burnt to a crisp or follow Bond. Following James was a much better option.

They ran, hand in hand, racing to try and get away from the blast as soon as possible. Distantly, yet somehow close, they heard the explosion go off. The tunnel shook and Ezra could tell the flames were about to reach them. Just needed to push a little harder. Suddenly, James pushed Ezra into an alcove–a small cave–and dove after him. The flames ripped past them.

Ezra coughed, pulling himself up as he took a breath. Then he helped James up–he couldn’t contain it anymore–he pressed a deep, swift kiss to his lips. Surprised, James gave him a light smile. “We need to go to M…” James said softly. Ezra nodded, taking his hand as they continued to run.

They didn’t know if Silva was still alive. They needed to be sure.

Ezra and James emerged from the tunnel. Behind them, Skyfall was nothing but a raging fire. Destroyed. Much like James’ own past was. The pair started a sprint when they realized Silva and a few of his men were still alive–making their way to the chapel. Stakes were high. Life or death. But Ezra marked Silva for death. He pushed faster than James, feet pounding as he leapt over logs and down small hills.

Neither Ezra nor James slowed down when one of Silva’s men got closer to them–Ezra took a jump and kneed the man in the face. It knocked him clean out. Bond was similar when another man appeared, taking him out with brutal efficiency as they raced on… Until they finally reached the frozen lake.

The lake which was their last obstacle between them and the chapel.

They could only cut Silva off if he went straight across the lake. James looked down at the ice, testing it out with his foot. A low cracking noise could be heard. Well, shit. The pair exchanged a look. It was unfortunate but it was the only way. They ran across the lake. They were going to make it. They were going to beat Silva–

Gunshots. Bullets hit the ice.

The pair slid to a halt. Cracks started to form from the bullets. Ezra pursed his lips as he studied the pattern of the ice. Silva, on the edge of the lake, enjoyed their helpless predicament. He looked horrible, with blood oozing from his forehead and his hair a mess. “You see what comes of all this running around? All this jumping and fighting, it’s exhausting.” Silva took a deep breath, eyes boring into the two men. “Relax. You need to relax.”

A gun cocked. Another of Silva’s men. The last of them but he held the pair at gunpoint, with no means to defend themselves unless they wanted to try hand-to-hand. Not smart. Silva smiled before he turned. There was a light in the chapel. A glow of a torch moving inside.

Kincade and M.

“Ah, well… Mother’s calling. I’ll give her a goodbye kiss for you.” Silva smirked, raising his gun to fire at Bond.

James stared at the ice then glanced at Ezra. He hoped the taller man would forgive him later… If they survived. In a flash, he grabbed the mercenaries’ gun and fired it downward. It sent all of them into the water. With one shot, Silva fired into the water.

He missed. Yeah, what a horrible agent he would have been. Ezra had no idea why Silva used to be M’s favorite.

Ezra panicked, just for a moment, at the feeling of the cold water. Still, Silva’s man went to fight Bond as they started to sink down and down and down… Ezra narrowed his eyes as he swam a bit to move so he could put the mercenary in a head-lock, choking the man to death with just the right amount of pressure. A few moments later Bond is out of the man’s hands. When Bond is freed, the pair look up. There’s nothing but ice for what seemed like miles, high above their heads. Then Ezra caught a glimpse of something–a flare gun on Silva’s man. Ezra lunged for it, aiming it above their heads before he took the shot.

The ice above them broke open, shattered.

Ezra and James pushed their bodies as hard as they could, getting closer and closer to the surface. James is out first, helping Ezra out as they catch their breaths. Frigid water dripped down their hair and onto their skin. For a moment, Bond admires seeing Ezra soaked. The pair stood up, backs straight. Silva made his way to the chapel, they could tell.

Without so much as a single nod, they shot off from the ice. M was still in danger.

James’ fingers clenched around a knife in his pocket. Kincade’s hunting knife. It seemed the old-fashioned way was the way to go this time. Closer and closer… The pair arrived at the chapel just in time. Bond expertly threw his knife right into Silva’s spine, gun clattering to the floor. Clinging onto his last breath, Silva turned to see the two agents–eyes were wide with fury, disappointment, and rage. He took a few steps toward them, dropping to his knees.

007 took the liberty of taking a few steps forward. “Last. Rat. Standing.” He gritted out, looking down at the dead man.

M took a small breath, gaining the agents’ attention. “007. 009. What took you so long?”

“We got into some deep water.” Ezra hummed as he made his way over to M, holding her gently. From the wound at her side, he could tell… this was it for M. She was bleeding out and it seemed there was nothing they could do about it. Bond quickly made his way to Wayne’s side.

M coughed up some blood. It dripped down her lips. “This is it, hm?” Her breathing became labored, too hard for her. Ezra cupped M’s cheek, looking into her eyes. “I did get one thing right… You two…” She glanced from Ezra to James. “Ezra… you… you would make a great M.” She whispered. And then she was gone, life drained from her eyes.

They’re silent, Kincade watched from his place. Neither James or Ezra cry but they feel her loss almost immediately. An empty cavity…

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Ezra was still getting used to the padded door and… well, having an office. When M said he would make a good M, he didn’t think she specifically appointed him to be in her will. Or the fact that parliament accepted her request. He just hoped he could be in the field every once in a while. It was a bit nice… going to far off places–dangerous places. The lifestyle of a secret agent wasn’t always glamorous but it had its moments.

Like in Macau…

Tanner opened the door to the office, letting James inside. Right, Ezra was now their superior. Tanner was his assistant. He couldn’t believe it. The door closed behind 007. Just the two of them again. Just the way Ezra liked it.

“How’s the wounds holding up, sir?” James asked, a grin on his face. He didn’t really need to use the formalities but they were in M’s office. He felt as if it fit. Plus, if he didn’t respect the new appointed M then some agents would unfortunately follow.

Ezra’s face had a few, small bandages on the side of his head as he sat behind the desk. It all felt so official. The heavy desk Not something he was used to. The suits were, though. At least he could see his child more often. That was a nice perk of being the new head of the British Secret Service when his child worked in the Q-Branch.

“Fine. I’ll be better soon. Can’t say the same for you.” Ezra teased softly. “So, 007. There’s lots to be done. Ready to get back to work?” He placed a new Top Secret case file on the desk in front of James.

“With pleasure, M.” Bond hummed, glancing from the file to meet Ezra’s dark eyes. “With pleasure.”

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