Le Chiffre (Jean) has returned yet again to the place of a long-lost whirlwind romance, as always secretly hoping to see Adam again after all this time. His luck has been bad since he lost him all those years ago, but maybe his luck has changed.
Adam Towers is looking for a scoop, and the last place he thinks he’ll find one is at the Poker World Championships he’s been assigned to cover by the crappy gaming mag he works for. But his chance to step into a tabloid career comes when he becomes convinced that the two semi-finalists – James Bond and the enigmatic “Le Chiffre” – are actually lovers. He is wrong.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hannibal (TV), Casino Royale – Fandom, Basic Instinct 2 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: LeChiffre (Casino Royale) x Adam Towers (Basic Instinct 2) Characters: Adam Towers, Le Chiffre Additional Tags: Autoerotic Asphyxiation, erotic asphyxiation Series: Part 5 of Diamonds, Fur Coat, Champagne Summary:
In which a particular luxury item draws out unknown pleasures.
Obviously I couldn’t help myself! I finally managed to squeeze in a new episode in my RI series – Royale Instinct Weekend is sort of over but fuck it, the smut goes on! Now I can catch up with the wonderful stuff I missed for the event~~
He knew very little about the man. His photo on the app was actually of his shifted self – a beautifully sleek panther – and information was bullet points. His Wildr name was MrNumber but that gave about as much away as Adam’s handle – BunnyFuckT0y.
When Adam had contacted him they had exchanged short messages about preferences and such. And so far he was still interested, if a little business like. He hoped it wasn’t going to be like the wolf all over and end in a damp squib.
Adam rapped his fingers on the bar and took a few more swallows of his pint. He had arrived early given that the guy knew what he looked like from the app but not vice versa. Hopefully he would spot Adam and not walk out. No, of course he wouldn’t walk out – Adam knew he was pretty gorgeous. His looks were definitely not something about to put anybody off.
He checked his watch and saw he should expect the man any moment, and hoped he would be prompt – time wasters in any sense being another of Adam’s pet peeves. The door opened and some obvious wolves walked in. Those really obvious ones where you could see it in their sense of dress and haircuts before you even scented them. Adam was about to turn away when a man followed in behind them. Dressed entirely in black. Black on black on black. Well, that was one way to commit to your inner shifter, Adam mused, able to scent the panther the moment the wolves moved to the bar.
The panther stopped and looked around the room until his predatory gaze fell upon Adam and he began forward. Adam shuddered under the man’s intense eyes – one scarred but both bright and dangerous. He damn near came in his pants before MrNumber had even reached him.
Adam didn’t attempt to look away as the man stepped to the bar, despite his herbie senses telling him he should cower, possibly run. He loved the zing it sent through his nerves.
“Adam.” The man said, a statement not a question. Adam was thrown off for a moment but then remembered he had given his name in the private chat. His companion had not.
“Mr Number?” Adam’s lips twitched into a grin.
“Le Chiffre.” the man offered his name and his hand.
Royale Instinct AU where the infamous poker game is held in London and includes a chance meeting between Le Chiffre and local tabloid journalist Adam Towers.
By the end of the poker tournament Le Chiffre is so besotted he sells out to MI5 and lives happily ever after with his new boy toy.
I can’t draw today (or any other day, to be honest), but I wanted to contribute something for the @royaleinstinctweekend, so here’s Death!Le Chiffre. He does play chess sometimes, but he prefers poker. And good old torture. Definitely not a Euthanatos, this one 😛
Not the best first person to meet after just having been strangled… But Adam has his ways.
Adam stared at his corpse and seethed over his stupidity believing Dr. Glass wanted to fuck. The man hated him, obviously a lot more than Adam thought he did and now he would get away with murder.
He wanted to attack him, scream in the man’s fucking face but all he could do was stare as his killer left his flat.
The quiet in the room after was the worst.
Adam put his hands on his face and let out a bark of laughter that hurt, which was another stupid thing because he couldn’t feel anything really. Ghosts feel nothing and this was just his way of coping.
“That’s not exactly true.”
He nearly fell off the bed at the sound of another voice, grabbing for something to hold onto only for his guest to be there instead. The man was unnaturally attractive even with the strange eye, and when he smiled Adam felt himself blush.
That wasn’t real either.
He held out his hand and Adam took it, felt it, clutching for the touch.
“Who…?”
His guest smiled. “Who do you think, Mr. Towers?”
Adam licked his lips. “I didn’t expect Death to be so–”
Death smiled and touched his cheek, exposing the ruse of humanity with a show of boney fingers. “I am quite a vain man still after all these eons, I apologize. Would you like me to dispose of this form?”
Adam shook his head. “No.”
He smiled. “Good. Are you ready to go?”
“No.”
“No one ever is,” Death sighed, “Someone as alive as you were I am sure can’t fathom giving away the thing he held so dear.”
Adam moved back and looked down at himself, noticing now that he wore his most favorite clothes topped off with the scarf that his father had given him the day his first byline had been published.
“It’s not life I’m afraid of losing, I can’t bloody fathom letting that asshole get away with this. Do you know what he–”
“I am aware,” Death sighed, “And he will not. Now is not the time to think on the past and Death is not the end, Mr. Towers. It’s just the beginning. You were not a good man but that has little to do with the rest of eternity. Would you like to see where you’re destined to be?”
Adam looked at his body. “Someone is coming for me?”
“Yes, I promise you.”
He looked at Death again or at least the man Death may have been once upon a time. “Is this what you were or is it just–?”
Death held out his hand. “Wouldn’t you like to find out?”
Adam smiled and took his offered hand, warmed again by the feel of him.
Le Chiffre (Jean) has returned yet again to the place of a long-lost
whirlwind romance, as always secretly hoping to see Adam again after all
this time. His luck has been bad since he lost him all those years ago,
but maybe his luck has changed.
Special thanks to @slashyrogue and @shoegazerx for putting on this fest and encouraging my first rare-pair attempt! As always, thanks also to @fragile-teacup for being an awesome beta 🙂
€87K in the pot. He had the makings of a flush and he was quite
sure the overly tanned American seated across from him was bluffing. The
man was practically leering at him. He had a comb-over and a diamond
encrusted pinky ring in the shape of an ace of spades that made Jean
overly aware of the knife sitting snug in his pocket.
It was all he could do to keep from letting loose an enormous sigh. He was immensely bored.
“Monsieur Le Chriffe? The bet is to you.”
Jean narrowed a hard stare at the dealer.
Don’t push me you little shit.
The man shrunk in his seat slightly, offering a deferential incline of his head.
Jean made them wait a few seconds more. Perhaps he was a more
keyed-up than he cared to admit. But he always was when he came to this
hotel.
I hate Monaco. Why do I insist on coming back here?
He knew the answer to that, but he pushed it away, flicking his
two chips reflexively as he stared down the man across from him, now
beginning to look increasingly unsure and trying to cover it with a
large swig of his drink.
“I call.” Jean tossed his chips lazily, looking around. He really did need to find a better table.
Or you could just leave this place. Stop torturing yourself.
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