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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He held on until Q's pulse beat hard under his finger and thumb, then he trailed his hand lower to rest over his heart.

"Get on your knees," he said, then shoved him off his lap.

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Q looked a bit shocked as he hit the floor, but eventually he settled in on his knees.

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Bond rose and undid his fly, freeing himself in front of his face. He hung half hard as he stepped out of his clothes.

He was beautiful on his knees like that. Bond took a moment to admire him, to stroke his hair, and to finally offer him a smile.

"You really are a prize," he praised.

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Q lapped up the praise, desperate for Bond's approval.

Silently he pushed up Higher on his knees and clasped his hands neatly behind his back as he licked a slow, teasing line up James' cock.

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His cock jerked as arousal warmed him from his belly upward. Bond took a slow breath and stroked Q's hair, keeping it back from his face so he could watch.

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Q moaned, the sound muffled as he took Bond between his lips and began to bob and suck.

He was confident in his abilities, sure of himself as he worked his tongue over James' cock and held his gaze.

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Bond swelled thick and full in Q's mouth. He watched the way the young man's lips dragged along his length and the need in his eyes.

He eased back just a little to make Q reach and make him work for it.

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Q chased him, leaning forward and nearly losing his balance in a bid to keep his lips wrapped around the man's cock.

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Bond kindly steadied him by taking hold of two thick handfuls of hair. He tugged him forward and thrust in, groaning his approval.

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Q bobbed and sucked, going on until he needed to pull back for some air.

He wanted to be good though, and wanted to be perfect for Bond.

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Pleasure built swiftly and heat rose in his groin. Before he could lose control, Bond jerked back left Q gaping.

"Get in bed, pet," he said quietly.

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"No, not pet," Q reminded him. "...Lover."

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He stooped a bit and took hold of Q to lift him to his feet.

"Alright," he said, then more softly, "...Lover."

He eased him toward the bed.

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Q smiled at that, settling in on the bed like he belonged there

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Bond admired him for another moment, then waved his hand sharply and ropes from the corners of the bed snaed up and caught Qs wrists and ankles and bound him tightly to the bed.

"Comfy?"

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Q struggled lightly, but eventually went still.

"As comfortable as one can be. I hope you don't expect me to sleep like this."

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"You won't be sleeping for a bit," he chuckled.

"Pain first."

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Q made a show of trying to twist free- And a show was certainly all it was. Q had no interest in escape, not really. So much of this was pantomime and play- A performance to stimulate James. To make a point of how at the other's mercy he truly was. It was something Q knew he was good at.

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Watching Q struggle was more arousing than it had any right to be. Bond licked his lips, then smiled.

Reaching out, his fingers crackled with faint blue energy before he reached out and gave him a jolt to the side. It was hot and biting, but faded fast and a slow ache lingered.

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Crying out, Q squirmed hard, his breath catching from the literal shock of it.

"Fuck!" he gasped.

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Bond chuckled softly and did it again. He did it until Q struggled for real, which was a far more beautiful thing to watch.

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Q cried out, struggling harder and harder, then trying to pull free.

"Please," he panted.

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Bond did it just one more time, then gave him a minute to recover as he stripped down.

"Your agony is beautiful," he praised warmly.

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Q was whimpering, but he didn't say his word. He held James' gaze though,

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Once he was bare, Bond climbed on the bed and straddled Q's chest, settling half his weight on him. He was hard and stroked his cock a few times before rocking forward and dragging it along Q's lip.

"Now tell me thank you," he said. For hurting him. For stopping. For what he was about to do. It didn't matter.