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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Bond grabbed him then, plunging both hands into his hair to kiss him, deep and aching. His fingers curled, pulling his hair and controlling him. He tugged back and moved from Q's mouth to track wet, sucking kisses down his neck.

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Q whimpered, then arched closer, practically clawing at Bond, desperate to somehow be even closer than they already were.

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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.

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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?"

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"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...

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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."

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"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."

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"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.

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"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.

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"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?"

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"...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?"

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"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."

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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.

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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."