Q

[0_0_7]

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]

"...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...

[0_0_7]

"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.

[0_0_7]

"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.

[0_0_7]

"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.

[0_0_7]

"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.

[0_0_7]

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

[cuppa_q]

Q protested softly, but eventually got back up, his touch lingering just a little on Bond's shoulder.

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Bond rose to his feet and stretched a bit, then undid the buttons of his shirt slowly, revealing more and more as the placket fell open.

He truly hoped he wasn't going to regret this. He'd learned hard lessons, so...perhaps. Perhaps this would be something good.

"Do my cuffs," he said as he offered his arms to Q.

[cuppa_q]

Stepping closer, q started to undo Bond's cuffs.

"Can I ask what's brought this all on?"

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"No. You may not," he replied, tugging his arms free and carrying his shirt to the bedroom.

The room warmed with a soft glow as he stepped in and tossed the shirt in the hamper. When Q followed behind, Bond was already stowiing the pet bed beneath his own. Out of sight, out of use.

[cuppa_q]

Q rolled his eyes at that answer, following along and inviting himself to climb into Bond's bed.

[0_0_7]

Bond tutted at him and waved him away.

"No clothes in bed," he scolded. Then he sat on the edge and tugged at him. "Get up and give me a show."

[cuppa_q]

Q pouted a little, getting up and starting to strip what little clothing he was still wearing.

"Seems like there are still a lot of rules," he noted.

[0_0_7]

"We're not about to descend into madness just because I have feelings for you, Q," he said.

[cuppa_q]

Q finished undressing then moved closer.

"Madness, hmm?"

[0_0_7]

Bond held Q's waist loosely and looked up at him.

"Chaos," he nodded. "Mayhem."

[cuppa_q]

"Like socks in bed?" Q teased lightly.

[0_0_7]

"The lunatics may as well run the asylum," he nodded, the corner of his lips twitching and a secret smile. Bond rarely smiled, and yet it came easily when he was with Q.

[cuppa_q]

Q laughed, then slowly climbed onto Bond's lap.

Sometimes the man could be terribly charming...

[0_0_7]

"It's like owning a cat," Bond grumbled lightly as Q settled in and he held him carefully.

[cuppa_q]

"I have cats," Q noted, nuzzling Bond's jaw. "Two of them, actually."