#royale evening

[le-wendigogo]

Le Chiffre and (just a slightly drunk) Buddy in a RoyaleEvening

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[wyrm-wolf]

I couldn't stop crying with @vulcanplomeeksoup about the ship Royale Evening, Buddy Wittenborn from Evening and Le Chiffre from Casino Royal, and well we were talking about them staying in this little house to hide from MI6, and ;u; lots of fluff happens ok ~~ The Hideaway Series Part 1 Having to go hide out in the little house is not Le Chiffre’s favorite thing in the world, actually he hates having to hide from his enemies. MI6, FBI, he doesn’t care about them, wanting to just stand up and fight back. But sometimes even the mightiest of villains have to turn tale, and hide out, lay low for a bit so all the commotion dies down. But this, this is just unacceptable, he sneers, looking at the little house his men had settled him in, it was small, and unlike most of the places he was used to sleeping in not at all fancy. There is no room service, no fancy food, no nothing, just a small one bedroom one bathroom house, that barely has anything to call a kitchen. The only thing enjoyable about the place is that it’s looking over the beach, secluded enough that he can go down for a walk with Buddy if he wanted to. When Buddy sees the house, he just smiles and looks in awe before commenting a small, “Looks just like my old house.” setting his bags down, before walking towards the kitchen. Le Chiffre raises an eyebrow at the kitchen, scoffing to himself as Buddy rummages through one of the cup boards. He’s half expecting the man to pull out some secret hidden wine bottle, only to be surprised when he actually pulls out a frying pan. Buddy’s eyes seem to light up at how old and worn down the pn looks, setting it down on the stove, before looking through the fridge. “Wow, I’m getting old college memories now, I use to have a pan like this, and a place like this. But much smaller.” He chuckles at the last part, leaning into the fridge, one foot wrapped around the other as he keeps his balance. Le Chiffre, sets their stuff into the ‘bedroom’ before walking back to sit down on one of the stools at the counter, watching as Buddy grabs a few items and sets them on the counter. “College? What was that like for you?” “Well it wasn’t anything like this,” Buddy snickered, setting the stove to low, as h rolled his sleeves up. “My room was small, almost closet sized, and I had some dumbass for a roommate. He would always steal any of the food I cooked, so that was a thing, I ended up having to hide food under my bed. Ate cold meals some nights, and small warm meals the other nights, but i was always happy, drunk too. Besides when I was in class, at parties I was probably smashed, can’t remember those though.” Le Chiffre smiles at the thought of a younger Buddy, getting through each class, studying up late, or going out to parties. He wonders if his curls were longer back then, or if he was as much of an alcoholic as he is now, though they have been working on it. The image of a younger looking Buddy makes him smile, thinking of those flush red cheeks that he would have, and his lovely smile. Thinking to himself, what would have happened if we met then?, would he have helped Buddy with his addiction, or would he have ignored the lovely boy. Le Chiffre doesn’t think too hard on the thought, as Buddy starts making a show out of cooking in front of him. “Do you always like to show off your cooking skills, love?” Le Chiffre hums, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. Buddy glances up at him, grinning smugly as he turns to pull out two wine glasses, filling them halfway. Le Chiffre takes his own glass after Buddy filled it up, watching as his boy flips the noodles in the pan over, adding some spices to into the pan as he does. Watching in silence, Le Chiffre sips his wine while his lover cooks, working up a storm in the kitchen as he does, only to be interrupted by a single phone call that takes minutes until it finishes. Stepping back inside he freezes, the small two person table has been set, one of Buddy’s white button up shirts being used as a table cloth, with plates stacked high with food, a candle and their wine glasses. Buddy walks back into the room, placing down the silverware, before turning to smile up at Le Chiffre. “Buddy...I…” “It’s not the best, I know, I had to use some improvisation with the tablecloth. And the food isn’t really fancy, it’s just mou chen, also there was only half a can-” He’s stopped by Le Chiffre’s lips placing over his own, melting under the older man’s touch as Le Chiffre wraps his arms around his boy. When he pulls back, Buddy’s cheeks are flushed red, bright and lovely like wine. He looks down at their feet, chin tucked under as if feigning shyness, “I don’t even know if you like Chinese.” “Dashuri, I love you so much, the only thing that brightens up my day is having you around.” Le Chiffre coos, lifting Buddy’s chin back up to kiss him once more. Buddy chuckles, rolling his eyes, before pulling a chair out for Le Chiffre to sit in. “Old sap.” “Only for you, dashuri.” Their meal is eaten in silence, besides the words said through the loving glances they throw at each other. Buddy tries to hide his smile as he sips his drink, avoiding looking over to Le Chiffre, as he knows it will result into him laughing, or just melting into puddy. When they finish, Le Chiffre offers to clean up, pushing Buddy towards the bathroom so he can shower. Smiling as Buddy leaves him with a chaste kiss on the cheek, then turning around to hower, Le Chiffre watches the sway of his lovers hips, before turning to clean up the kitchen. Finishing up, he walks down the hall to join Buddy in the shower, only to slow down as he hears him singing in the shower. It’s always rare for him to catch Buddy singing, as the man always seemed so keen on keeping the skill hidden, and was just too shy to actually do it in front of anyone. Taking slow steps, he stands in the doorway to the bathroom, watching as Buddy washes his chest, humming some sort of tuneless song, before singing a few notes. Grinning to himself, Le Chiffre takes of the last remaining pieces of clothing before stepping in behind Buddy, wrapping his arms around the smaller man’s waist, placing soft kisses to his wet curls. Buddy jumps, turning around with a grin on his face, as he laughs at Le Chiffre’s tender lips. “Stop scaring me like that, you know I don’t like it when you sneak up on me.” he chuckles, kissing the side of Le Chiffre’s cheek, before nuzzling against his neck. Slapping a hand against the other’s chest to put a little emphasis on his words, Le Chiffre, only grins wider. “I know, but it’s the only way I can hear you sing, your always so shy about singing. I don’t know why you don’t like your voice, it’s beautiful, dashuri.” His smile grows as Buddy rolls his eyes, turning back around to finish washing his hair. “What i would give just to hear you sing a private song for me.” “Don’t get your hopes up too high, I’m not one to fall too easily to your tricks Jean.” Le Chiffre raises an eyebrow, his mouth twitching in a mischievous grin, leaning forward to mouth a kiss over Buddy’s neck as his hands slide down to his his. “That can be changed.” Humming, Buddy tilts his head back to kiss Le Chiffre, before snaking his way out of the older man’s arms. Stepping out of the shower, to wrap himself up in one of the yellow towels, drying the water out of his hair while standing nude in the bathroom. He looks back to give Le Chiffre a lustful look, before sauntering off to the bedroom, making sure that his hips sway just a little more. Le Chiffre breathes through his nose, hurrying to wash his hair out, before grabbing down a towel for himself, stalking after his main choice of prey. Tonight the panther will eat.