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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"I want you, Q," Bond exhaled. "I want you to be mine. Not a pet. A partner..."

Q's nails were driving him wild. The sharp, bright pain, then scratches he could feel would linger, it shot straight through him. There couldn't possibly be a future in this, but he found he didn't care. He craved Q. Desperately.

[cuppa_q]

Q pulled away, startled and shocked.

"What do you mean?"

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Bond stopped and slowly straightened up so he could look at him.

"How much more obvious do you need me to be, Q?"

[cuppa_q]

"Is this some trick to stop me spending time with Harry?" he asked, certain there had to be more to it than desire. James didn't care about him. ...Did he?

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Bond looked at him for a long, one, painfully quiet moment. He watched him closely and wondered if he'd misjudged. He'd been so certain Q wanted more...

[cuppa_q]

Q wasn't sure what to make of the silence, but carried on.

"...Because I don't want to be a pet, but I don't wish to be a pawn either. ...I like this. I like you. I like that you know what I need- But I wont be used, and I wont stop seeing Harry," Q said softly.

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Bond was quiet another moment, his piercing blue gaze weighing heavy on Q.

"Alright," he finally said. "Not a pawn or a pet. A partner. Who makes demands, apparently."

[cuppa_q]

"Do you not make demands?" Q countered, leaning in and kissing him softly.

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"I don't make demands. I give orders," he purred. Bond stole a swift kiss, then pushed Q back.

"But if you're going to be demanding, then we should renegotiate," he said. "Because a partner gets a bit more freedom."

[cuppa_q]

"Oh?" Q asked, not sure he wanted freedom. He liked their arrangement- At least he thought he did.

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Bond nodded.

"You can speak more. If you like," he offered as an opening bid.

[cuppa_q]

"And sleep in your bed whenever I want," Q countered. "Not just Monday's."

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"If I agree to that, are you going to abuse it?" Bond asked, sounding quite stern even though he found himself hoping the answer was yes.

[cuppa_q]

"Probably," Q replied honestly. "The nights are getting cold, my dorm mate refuses to turn on the radiator. ...And I like the way it feels to sleep beside you."

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Excuses, excuses, and then sweet words that wormed their way into his small, dark heart.

He sighed as if he was so put upon, then tugged Q closer.

"Alright," he agreed. "Anything else?"

[cuppa_q]

"...You apologize to Harry?" Q suggested, even though he feared that getting the men to talk would spell his own doom. Surely he'd be cast aside...

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"And what do I get?" he asked. "How much do I get to demand from you?"

[cuppa_q]

"What do you want?" Q asked curiously, slipping his hand under Bond's shirt.

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"Obedience," he said. "Devotion. When you're here, you're mine alone."

Bond met his eyes.

"And I don't want to hear his name come from your lips again."

[cuppa_q]

Q looked scolded, but after a moment he nodded.

"Alright," he said softly.

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"Then I think we've reached our terms," he said. His hand slid slowly against Q's face to cradle it momentarily before he pulled him close to kiss and seal the deal.

[cuppa_q]

Q leaned into the kiss, moaning softly as he slipped his arms around Bond. He felt bolder now, more in control, and he was far less shy about being touchy.

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"I had no idea you'd be so affectionate," Bond said lightly after the kisses trailed off. "I do hope you don't think you'll be coddled now."

[cuppa_q]

"I don't want to be coddled. I don't crave that. I like when you're rough. I need it," he said softly.

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"Good. Then get up," he replied, giving him a little push to move.