Pairing: S00
Rating: NC-17
Summary: World War II and post-war AU, HE can't be expected
Warning: Very OOC, some spy stories have historical sources, but there is insufficient research.
His lips and stubble rubbed gently against the tips of Bond's ears and cheeks.
Just like when they first met, he wanted Bond to feel an unquenchable itch inside him, he wanted him to get shamefully hard.
This time he couldn't do more. He fell against Bond's body.
Blood stained each other's clothes, and then formed a small lake on the ground.
The world and Bond's mind went white.
Like the white night falling in a Spanish town, like the white night in the French wilderness, like that white night in London that enveloped the entire midwinter.
He spends his life telling this ferocious and unholy story, and then puts an end to all participants, framers, benefactors or enemies of his life.
He leaves only Bond alone.
He wanted him to carry it forever and then embark on a lonely road.