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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[lepidopterologist]

Harry had gotten fairly good at avoiding Bond, and since the revelation from Q this weekend he'd been even more careful. He just could not handle a conversation with him about it. He also thought that Bond probably knew, or at least suspected, that Harry and Q hadn't been intimate yet. And he couldn't handle commentary on that. Or speculation about their sexual compatibility. Or tales of Bond and Q. Or gloating. Or... or just any of the feelings he dredged up that had nothing to do with Q.

And when he walked into the kitchen and saw him there, his ass looking absolutely perfect in those trousers, those feelings practically slapped hi the face. More than he would have ever anticipated. He couldn't even say anything at first.

[0_0_7]

Bond had his cup to his lips when he saw Harry. Handsome as ever. He had come to terms with the facthe was going to ache every time he saw the man.

The stone noticed. Noticed his want. Noticed his craving.

It drew Harry closer.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry suddenly wondered if this whole situation had finally just driven him completely mad. He was normally so in control. And yet...

He moved closer, and it took every once of willpower he had to stop. "Good evening, James."

[0_0_7]

"Harry," he nodded.

Bond lowered his cup and watched him come closer, itching to touch him.

"Having a good evening?"

He could be polite. He didn't want to give Harry any ammunition to use against him with Q.

[lepidopterologist]

The polite question brought to mind a number of reasons Harry was not fine, including that in just a couple of nights, Q was going to be at his home again. There were a number of reasons he was worried about this, but also he hadn't had sex since he and James had broken up, and he was... Well, the way that James was affecting him right now clearly meant something.

"Yes, I'm fine."

... damnit. He couldn't avoid this forever. "We should talk, don't you think."

[0_0_7]

"Talk?" Bond repeated.

Talking wasn't his first thought. Nor his second.

"I imagine so. What's on your mind, pet?" he asked, the term slipping without thought.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry bristled, but all he said was, "Not here. My office." And walked out off the kitchen before he could change his mind.

[0_0_7]

Bond followed after, annoyed that Harry would dare take that tone. He was in no rush to chat.

He wasn't even certain he could follow a conversation right now with his eyes locked on Harry's ass.

[lepidopterologist]

After they were both inside his office, Harry closed his door.

God, it was hard to look at him. He was at least glad they were here, and not in James' office, or one of their bedrooms, or any other place they'd fucked time and time again.

"Q told me about your... relationship," he said.

[0_0_7]

"He explained to me your friendship as well," he said with a judging little sneer.

"I don't care who he talks to, Harry. He's not a slave."

[lepidopterologist]

"That is precisely what I wanted to be certain of," Harry snapped.

[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."