Harry

[0_0_7]

Bond had been working with his prize he'd gotten last weekend. He loved nothing more than a new toy and the more dangerous, the better. He fully intended on using it on Q, not above using the lad as an experiment.

He had the charged stone in his pocket as he made his way to the kitchens to have a cuppa and a snack before turning in for the night. The kitchen was deserted, even the staff off in the back doing their nightly closing up duties.

Bond poured his own tea, the stone making him radiate an energy of pure sensuality. Powerful sexuality.

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[0_0_7]

"Jealous?" he smirked.

[lepidopterologist]

"Concerned," Harry said, and leaned back against his desk watching him.

Jealous? Yes. Of both of them.

[0_0_7]

"You needn't be concerned about anything, Harry," he said. "Nothing I do is any of your concern anymore, remember?"

[lepidopterologist]

"It wouldn't have been if you hadn't involved him," Harry said.

Bloody hell, was it hot in here? He loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt.

[0_0_7]

"What's your real issue, Harry?" Bond snapped.

[lepidopterologist]

"Are you really that dense, James?" Harry snapped back, almost unable to believe he was speaking to him this way. "I don't want him to get hurt like I did."

[0_0_7]

"I hurt him in new and interesting ways, pet," Bond purred as he moved closer. Closer.

His nostrils flared as he caught Harry's scent.

"He doesn't cry out quite like you do, though..."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry was backed up against the desk so it wasn't like there was anywhere he could go. He wasn't afraid of James. But having him this close was... a bad idea.

"Good," he said. Though why that was good was unclear.

[0_0_7]

Nearly chest to chest, Bond looked into his eye.

"It's a pity, really," he said, the stone radiating power, driving him to act on feelings he tried to keep tamped down.

"I miss my name on your lips, Harry. I miss how you beg."

[lepidopterologist]

"Of course that's what you miss," Harry said, his voice low. Damnit, he was getting an erection. "Having power over me."

[0_0_7]

"I never took anything you didn't willingly give," he said. "I miss knowing you want me. We were good together, Harry. You and I. It was good."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry stared at him. Well. With his one good eye.

"We were," he said. "Unfortunate that you fucked it up."

[0_0_7]

"We were," he agreed, a hand sliding along Harry's waist.

He pointedly ignored the other bit.

"Tell me you don't miss me," he demanded quietly.

[lepidopterologist]

"I don't miss you," Harry lied. Weakly. Obvious lie. "And I know you don't miss me. You have a new pet."

[0_0_7]

Yes. Yes, he did. He had a new partner in his life. One he genuinely cared for.

And he was going to mess it all up the exact same way.

Bond stepped back and tried to clear his head, but the stone in his pocket made it hard.

"Of course you're right," he said.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry was surprised by how much it hurt. He didn't know exactly what Bond was thinking, but... he could guess, and it tore him up. Because James could take Q from him, too.

And he felt pathetic for how his body was screaming for him, too. He shifted in the hopes that his erection wasn't obvious. And he was afraid that any word that came out of his mouth would be a plea.

[0_0_7]

Bond noticed the ridge behind his fly and his expression twisted a bit. He smirked at met Harry's eyes.

"Look at that," he said. "Always ready for me, aren't you?"

[lepidopterologist]

Harry regarded him evenly, and his eyes swept down. Bond was clearly hard, too. "Or are you always ready for me?" he said flatly.

[0_0_7]

"Your tongue still gets you in trouble. I should take you over my knee," he said, dangerously low.

[lepidopterologist]

"I'm not one of your students, I'm your boss," said Harry calmly. "Whatever you do to me is only because I let you."

But fuck did he want to let him.

[0_0_7]

"Because you let me?" Bond chuckled. "...Alright."

He reached out and snatched Harry's tie near the knot and pulled him in.

He hesitated only a moment, desire coursing through him. Then he closed the distance and gave him a crushing kiss.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry probably could have resisted. He was fast with magic. Faster than Bond, maybe. But he didn't.

A thousand things went through his head. Most of them were various reasons this was a bad idea. Including that it might upset Q. That it might end up hurting Harry again. That he was Bond's boss now. And more. But the pull of the desire he felt was... utterly unreal. He kissed him back, snaking an arm around his waist.

[0_0_7]

Bond gripped Harry's tie deathly tight and devoured every corner of his mouth. The headmaster held him and Bond slipped his hand between them to deftly pop his fly and reach inside.

"Then let me," he rasped against Harry's lips.

[lepidopterologist]

"James, this is - " Harry managed to gasp, but then groaned.

Had he really missed him this much? He couldn't remember the last time he'd ever been this turned on. Maybe the last time he'd ever felt like this eve.

[0_0_7]

"Let me, pet " he said as he began to stroke him.

"Let me," he whispered, his lips moving against Harry's as he spoke. "Say yes. Say please."