Harry

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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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Bond slapped his ass and then sunk in another finger.

"Say it louder," he demanded.

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Harry groaned. "Christ, James, I want you."

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Once Harry was slick, Bond withdrew so he could open his fly and drop his trousers and pants.

"I need you, Harry," he assured him, lining up and sliding in slowly. "Oh, God...Harry..."

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"James..." moaned Harry again, and pushed back against him. It had been so long... it even hurt a little, but he seriously didn't care at all.

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Bond gripped Harry's hip and held him down to the desk with the other hand heavy on his back. desire, need, passion exploded through him and he used Harry ruthlessly. He'd never lost control like this, but he'd never been so bloody desperate for the man.

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Harry closed his eyes again and let himself just feel. The sounds James was making behind him were amazing. "That's it, love, fuck me..."

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"Touch yourself. Come for me," he demanded through clenched teeth. He was lost and being so out of control was exhilarating. Bond's fingers curled, fisting a handful of Harry's shirt, as if maybe he could hold on tight enough then he wouldn't lose himself completely.

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Harry groaned, and every feeling he had for Bond came rushing back to him. He reached for his cock. "James..."

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"Oh, God, Harry," Bond rasped, slowing down a bit to feel him. To rub his back, then lean his weight onto him to taste his neck.

"I miss you," he whispered.

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Harry shuddered, and then gasped as he started to pull himself off. The sudden gentleness from Bond nearly did him in.

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Bond mouthed against the back of Harry's neck as he sunk into him. He was so close and when it hit it was a surprise. Too soon. And deeply satisfying as groaned, sunk deep, and went still.

"Harry," he finally whispered.

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Harry felt him, and between that and his whispered name that felt so full of affection... He came with a moan, reaching behind him to grasp Bond's hand that was at his hip.

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Bond was still for a long moment, then slowly rose and reached to pull his trousers up. A small oblong stone, brilliantly red and intricately cut and engraved tumbled to the floor.

And just like that, the spell was broken and Bond was left standing there, looking at Harry's bare ass as a wave of guilt threatened to crush him.

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It hit Harry like a ton of bricks, too, and he felt like he'd had the wind knocked out of him.

He yanked his trousers up, turned around... and saw what was on the floor.

He stared. "What the fuck is that." Except he knew exactly what it was.

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"It wasn't meant for you</>," he snapped, angrily fixing his clothes..

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Harry stared at him in disbelief. "How can you possibly think that statement just made things better? I should fire you on the spot for even bringing that thing into this school!"

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"I meant to trade it. Not use it! Now it's useless. Just a bloody rock," he huffed, chucking it at Harry.

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Harry caught it in one hand, and then slammed it down onto his desk. He seriously could not handle the jumble of emotions he felt right now. Anger, embarrassment... maybe even disappointment. But the anger was pretty front and center.

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Bond fumed for a moment, but it swiftly became clear that this was the final nail in the coffin. He'd hoped, probably irrationally, he'd get Harry back.

It would never happen now.

The weight of the resignation he felt crushed the air out of him for a moment.

"Then do it, Harry," he said. "Then do it."

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Harry looked at him for a long moment and then said coolly, "Perhaps you having to tell Q that you've already broken your promise is punishment enough."

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YEs. Yes, that was going to be terribly painful. Why he'd thought he could open himself to this grief again, he wasn't sure.

"I imagine you did pick up a little backbone afterall," he grumbled.

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Harry hadn't been able to keep himself from making the dig, but he felt just as terrible himself. He didn't want Q hurt. Not by him, and not by Bond.

But to Bond's reaction, Harry looked a touch surprised. "You're not going to try to convince me not to tell him?"

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"I will tell him, Harry. I won't have him find out the way you did," he said. "Believe it or not, I've taken away a few lessons."

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Harry's lips set in a straight line. Then he looked away.

Perhaps he should be glad that Bond apparently cared more about Q than he had about him. For Q's sake. But he couldn't be. It hurt.

"Bring a dark magic artifact into his school again and I'll throw you out on your bloody ass," he said. "Now get out."

To think, only moments ago, he'd been thinking... well, it didn't matter. It wasn't real. Hell, James hadn't even apologized. Again.

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Bond nodded tightly. He was going to need to be much more careful.

But first...

Q.