Q

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Bond was on edge with Hotchner here and had very nearly told Q not to come. But after his time with Leo, he needed his Monday night with the lad.

He waited in his rooms dressed in slacks and a shirt, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He'd poured himself a scotch, then poured another as he sat facing the door.

And he waited.

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[cuppa_q]

Q arrived promptly, knocking lightly on the door.

In truth his stomach was slightly in knots, tense and uneasy- So much seemed to be happening all at once. Harry, Bond, the investigation... It all felt a bit dangerous now.

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"Come," Bond said and the door opened with a wave of his hand. He sat casually, comfortably, slightly slouched in his seat.

He beckoned Q with a single finger, and when he stepped in, the door closed and locked.

[cuppa_q]

Q stepped forward- Then paused and removed his shoes.

"I wasn't sure you'd want to see me," he admitted.

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"Preposterous," he replied. "I've been looking forward to this all week. Take off your shirt."

He didn't move a bit, only watching Q like he might devour him.

[cuppa_q]

Q nodded, stripping off his shirt- Then blurting out something he knew he shouldn't.

"I spoke to Harry."

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"And?" he asked. He kept his tone mild, though the mere mention of Harry's name rubbed him wrong and he glowered a little.

[cuppa_q]

"He knows. ...About this," Q said, trying not to sound nervous.

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Bond arched a brow.

"...And?"

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"He... Has concerns," Q said, picking his words carefully.

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"I don't doubt he does," he said. "But the important thing is...do you?"

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Q was silent for a long moment, then wet his lips.

"I'm here, aren't I?"

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Bond smiled, slow and sinister.

"Yes, you are," he nodded. "Then I trust we don't have any issues. Come here. On your knees."

He pulled his foot to the side a bit to give him a bit of room.

[cuppa_q]

Q moved closer, then settled on his knees at Bond's feet.

That smile was unsettling, But Q did his best to seem unbothered.

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Bond sat forward a bit and stroked Q's hair. He'd planned to make him cry, but now he had Harry on his mind.

"Does he want you to stop seeing me?" he asked after a moment.

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"No. He understands what I get from this," Q said softly, leaning into the touch.

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"And what do you get, pet?" he asked, his touch firm, but almost loving.

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"Structure, rules," Q said quietly. "...Pain."

He swallowed hard and looked away.

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Bond moved from his hair to his cheek and touched him tenderly.

"And you're happy with our arrangement?" he asked.

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"I am," Q said honestly.

Part of him wanted something more, yes, but- Well, he wasn't sure what 'more' even was.

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"Good," he said, hooking Q's chin with his knuckle to lift his gaze.

"Because I am very happy with you," he said softly.

[cuppa_q]

Q closed his eyes at that and leaned into the touch even more.

It felt so good to be wanted by the other man.

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Just knowing he was competing with Harry for Q's attention made him want to win. To have the lad completely. Odd, he thought, because he'd not gone into this with any intention of caring about Q.

And yet.

"Come here," he said, giving him a tug as he shifted to be able to pull Q into his lap.

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Moving with him, Q settled on his lap, getting comfortable and settling against him.

"You're not cross with me?" he asked.

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"Don't be ridiculous. I'm not cross with you," he said, enjoying the weight of him against his chest. Bond rubbed his back slowly and thought a moment, then looked at Q.

"I'm quite fond of you, Q," he admitted.

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Q seemed surprised by that, looking startled, then settling against Bond again.

"I'm fond of you too, Sir," he admitted softly.