Q

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Bond escorted Q out of the bar and up to his suite. Given the choice between sleeping in his cottage and taking the opportunity for a room like this, Bond didn't even think it was a choice. The carpet was plush, a small kitchen, full bar, fine wood and elegant wall paper. Crystal and glass and fine art. The bed was through open double doors, a thick, luxe mattress dressed in fine linens with fat pillows. This was the way Bond preferred to treat himself, given the chance.

"I should say, construction is on hold for the time being," he said, as if that wasn't a given.

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"It's nice," Q said quietly, looking around. "I imagine this is more your taste than our little cottage."

The boffin paused a beat then, before glancing over at the double-o. "I'm quite fond of our cottage, if I'm honest."

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"Our cottage is cozy," Bond agreed. "But you're right. This is the way I prefer to treat myself. Room service. Plush bed. Excellent view," he continued, walking to the door to the balcony and pulling the curtain aside. Bond had a tremendous view of the beach from here.

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Making his way over to the window, Q looked out at the view, taking it all in.

"It is lovely," he agreed, his voice soft and unusually uncertain. Q always sounded so confident in Bond's ear, but here he seemed less sure of himself.

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Close as he was, Bond took the opportunity to rest his hand on Q's hand with a tender, benevolent weight.

"Would you like to join me for a drink?" he asked. Then a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I have a kettle for tea."

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"I'll have a glass of whatever you're having. Do you think I could use your bathroom first though?" he asked, looking down at their hands.

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"Of course. It's just through there," he pointed, the door slightly ajar to the opulent bathroom with the walk in shower blocked off by textured glass, the deep two person tub with whirlpool jets, and the vanity with dual sinks. The toilet was hidden in it's own private area behind a wall.

While Q went in there, Bond went to the bar. Ice tinked into two glasses and he poured a potion he'd found in a slender crystal bottle. It was a cloudy, pale blue and seemed to be a bit like absinthe, only much stronger.

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Q was gone for some time, long enough that James was likely wondering if he'd escaped out the window- He returned eventually though, his hair damp and wearing only one of the plush robes from the hotel.

He said nothing about it though, slipping his glasses off and leaving them on the table. Like this, he hardly looked like Five's treasured boffin. He looked younger, a bit lost. Perhaps more like the man he'd been before the job.

"What's this?" he asked, nodding at the blue liquid.

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"I really haven't any idea, but it's lovely," Bond replied, taking in the sight of Q looking positively vulnerable. He really was a lovely creature. Bond was constantly drawn to the colour of Q's lips.

He pushed the glass toward him.

"Try it."

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Taking the glass, Q sipped it slowly. He didn't drink much when out with a 'hook up', it was never a good idea he'd found. Q had a type after all, a type that it wasn't wise to let one's guard down around- A type Bond only fit in theory, he realized now. Q tended towards the gruffer sort, the mean sort. ...Bond was rough around the edges, yes, but he wasn't cruel- Not to him anyway. Truthfully, James was quite kind. He was a killer and a cad by profession, but his intentions, for the most part, were always good.

Up until recently, James had just been a fantasy to him, a daydream- But as they grew closer that daydream disappeared. The fantasies of being cornered in his office or finding James waiting in his home, itching for a quick and rough fuck, had faded as reality set in. James wasn't any of those things, wasn't that man Q had imagined or watched out in the field, and the young boffin was still trying to decide how he felt about that.

"It's nice," he said at last. "Though I don't drink very often anymore," he confessed.

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"I think you'll agree I drink enough for both of us," Bond chuckled. But his own glass was only shy a couple of sips. In fact, he put it down and walked out from behind the bar so he could stand close to Q.

He sized him up, from his damp locks to the naked body he knew was beneath the robe. Clearly Q had an idea of what he'd invited himself into. Bond didn't even question that Q was likely the mastermind of this mission and he, as usual, was the blunt object.

He stepped closer and grabbed Q roughly, pulling him close.

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Even as James had approached, Q hadn't expected that, and the surprise on his face was genuine. There was no resistance though, where Q was usually quite ridged and sure, he was now significantly more pliable and unsteady, easily hauled closer by a quick tug.

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Bond barely gave Q enough time to process what was happening before he had his mouth on his, kissing the boffin deeply. There was great care behind it, but in this case Bond had all the subtlety of the proverbial bull in the china shop. His fingers curled and gripped a fistful of the robe as his other hand rose to caress Q's neck before pushing up into his wet locks.

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Q moaned into the kiss, but didn't grab in return, instead his hands rested lightly on Bond's arms- As though asking permission to be there. He thought, briefly, this might be better suited for the bedroom, but said nothing as his eyes slipped shut and another moan escaped.

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Bond pivoted with Q in his arms and pressed him against the bar. The padded edge lessened the discomfort, but the younger man was still trapped as Bond used his whole body to keep him there. He wedged his hand between them and undid the knot that held the robe closed so he could slide inside and touch Q's warm skin.

Before he broke the kiss, he bit Q's bottom lips and worried it a little.

"If you're going to tell me no again, now is the time, because I won't stop like before. I'm going mad holding myself back..."

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Pinned, trapped, well kissed- Q wasn't going to say no. He was too far gone now to even think about backing down.

"I'm saying yes. This is yes," the boffin panted.

Maybe tomorrow he'd have regrets, maybe down the road he'd realise he'd jumped the gun and fucked it all up- But here and now, he didn't care about that. He just wanted what he wanted, and what he wanted was Bond.

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Bond ducked his head and began to savage Q's neck with sucking kisses and sharp teeth. He moved back just enough to push the man's robe open completely. Bare skin, as much as he could touch. Bond grabbed and pulled, scratched and caressed. He ached to know every inch of Q's body. And yet he was torn between rushing to get off and taking his time to claim this absolute prize before him.

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"Please," Q gasped, his cock already rock hard as he bucked against Bond. He couldn't help himself, James' hands and lips had him falling apart. The man made him weak.

The man rendered him stupid, he always had.

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Bond's lips moved over spit-slick skin, but he pulled back just enough that he could unbutton his shirt and pull it off. He kicked off his shoes, then undid his trousers. Left only in his pants and socks, Bond stood again and captured Q's mouth again, this time pulling his hair to drag him along to the bedroom. He'd be damned if he was going to be sloppy enough wasting the opportunity to have Q for the first time by shagging him against the bar.

He'd save that for tomorrow morning.

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Q was struggling to snap out of his stupor, but as they toppled into the bedroom the boffin came back to himself just a bit, grabbing at Bond and pawing at freshly bared skin.

How many times had he dreamed about touching the double-o? How many evenings had he touched himself fantasising about those rough hands on him, those lips tasting his skin...

His robe hit the floor, and summoning up all the willpower he had, Q pulled away so he could drink James in. He'd seen it all before, Bond had been known to seduce his marks while Q helplessly looked on, forced to watch while he remained in the double-o's ear. In the flesh, however, it was so much better. He didn't feel the need to avert his gaze, to blush or turn his attention elsewhere. This moment was his for once. ...Bond wanted him to see.

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With Q just that far away, Bond took the opportunity to peel off his pants and socks. He was muscular and solid, his body riddled with scars. Knife wounds, gun shots. There, on his shoulder the wound from Istandbul. And there, where Moneypenny had shot him. There was a spot on his side where his ribs had been broken so many times all the blood vessels were damaged and he had a permanent bruise.

And yet when he looked at the way Q was watching him, he felt unmarred.

"God, you're striking," he said, closing the distance again.

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Bond said it, and for once Q could almost believe it was true.

"Tell me how you want me," the boffin said, trying to sound as calm and collected as he would in Bond's ear on a mission- But just falling short.

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"I want you desperate," he replied, knowing full well that wasn't what Q meant at all. He reached down and jerked the covers off the bed, the guided Q down.

"Move up to the pillows," he said, crawling up after him.

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"Not what I meant," Q replied, though he did as he was asked. He was so used to negotiating scenes and being told what to do that he'd sort of forgotten what a more casual hookup was like.

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Q inched up and Bond followed, but only so far. Once the man was settled, Bond bent over him and caught his cock, sucking him in, then bobbing on the length of him.

He'd wondered for far too long about how Q's cock would taste. The girth of him filled his mouth and Bond moaned wantonly, unashamed in letting Q know how much he had wanted this.

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Toes curling, Q clutched at the bedsheets as he let out a soft whimper of pleasure.

"Fuck," he gasped, shocked by the sudden perfect heat of Bond's lips.