Q
Saturday morning was beautiful The sun was bright, the air chilly, and mist hovered on the surface of the water so it seemed as if the school was surrounded on all sides by a cloud.
Bond had gone for a run, first around campus and then into town. He was just emerging from the fog blanketing the bridge when he spotted Q. He slowed to a jog, then finally stopped near him.
"I can't believe you're awake this early," he said. "I didn't wake you up, did I?"
He hardly wanted to admit it, but he rather liked Q in his bed at night. He liked the lad in his rooms all the time. He enjoyed chatting with him. Enjoyed spending time in silence. And he enjoyed waking up with the weight of Q's limbs on him.
Bond had gone for a run, first around campus and then into town. He was just emerging from the fog blanketing the bridge when he spotted Q. He slowed to a jog, then finally stopped near him.
"I can't believe you're awake this early," he said. "I didn't wake you up, did I?"
He hardly wanted to admit it, but he rather liked Q in his bed at night. He liked the lad in his rooms all the time. He enjoyed chatting with him. Enjoyed spending time in silence. And he enjoyed waking up with the weight of Q's limbs on him.
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"I think that reflects poorly only on your taste in men, Q. Perhaps I should be offended if you assume the same of me," he said. The waitress brought their coffees and Bond immediately sipped it black, his eyes on Q the entire time.
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"I don't know what I think of you," Q admitted. "I know I love you, and I believe you love me, but- I have no way of knowing if your love will last. I want to believe it will. I want it to last. ...But people always leave me."
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"Perhaps our luck is changing," he said. Our luck. Ours.
Harry had dumped him. As had Antonia when she was done. And every student had moved on. No one stayed with him. He simply assumed and accepted that Q would go soon enough, too.
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Q nodded, holding his coffee in both hands- Then putting it down and reaching for Bond's hand again.
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Bond held on loosely, indulging in the fantasy that this could last. It was a lovely dream.
"I have no plans to leave you, Q. I chose you. I wanted you."
He wouldn't deny he'd wanted him for a plaything at first, but his walls had tumbled down and now he could hardly imagine a day without him there.
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"What if our relationship makes me less fun for you in the bedroom?" Q asked. "I know what I was to you at first. I'm not stupid. Queer, naturally submissive, no close family... Perfect prey. That changed, but that means your sexual relationship with me is changing too."
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"Do you feel you've been treated badly?" Bond asked.
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Bond snorted softly.
"Oh, pet," he chuckled. "It's adorable you worry. But don't. I know what I like, and you perform so well."
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Q had doubts, but let it be. He hoped Bond was right.
They sat with their coffees for a while, but eventually they were all done. "Should we check in at the hotel?"
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Bond looked at his watch and nodded.
"Do you like to swim?" he asked. "We'll have time before your clothes are ready."
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He paused a beat, then wet his lips. "Can I have pyjamas?"
It was the first thing he was asking James to spend money on. One small request. Q hated being cold, especially at night.
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"They come with the room, love," he replied kindly.
He paid and led Q out to walk back to the car.
"You do realize that while I will have firm hand, especially in bed, I'm not unkind. And trust that I've been paying attention. I'll take care of everything, Q. I'll take care of you."
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"If I thought you were unkind, I wouldn't have bothered asking for pyjamas," Q pointed out, reaching for James' hand again once they were in the car.
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Bond squeezed his fingers.
"Trust me, Quinton," he said, pulled Q's hand to his lips, then let go so he could get them to the hotel.
It was, in Bond's opinion, the better of the two five star hotels. He handed the keys off to the valet and took Q into the grand lobby. A bit of exchange at the desk and a porter escorted them to the lift, and then all the way up.
He left them at the suite. Inside, Bond used magic to turn on the lights and he immediately went to the bar to get a drink.
He watched Q as he did, curious if his training would hold.
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There was a long moment where Q simply stood by the door. It was hard to tell if he was drinking in the decadence or mapping the exits. A beat later though and he was carefully removing his shoes and stepping deeper into the space.
"Very large room just for two," he said.
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"It's my favorite room. Come see the view," he said, stepping onto the main balcony.
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Bond could see his hesitation and reached to take his hand. He pulled Q closer, then wrapped his arms around him and with the lad to his chest he admired the lights over his shoulder.
"You're safe, Q. Don't be afraid," he said softly.
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"It's nice," he said after a moment.
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Bond held him closely in the chill night air. The view of the city was spectacular and the sounds were muffled by the height.
"It's even lovelier at night," he said quietly near his ear.
"Like London. Like Rome. Like all the places I'm going to show you. I have such plans for us..." he said ominously.
Such plans. He would shape his partner. Groom him. Train him. Q, he decided, was going to be so much more. He had standards for a partner, after all. Clothes were just a starting point.
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Q turned in James' arms, so he could slip his own around the other man.
"Sometimes when I'm with you, it doesn't feel real. Like I'll wake up at any moment..."
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Bond smiled and held him close.
"It's real," he assured him.
"...You're mine now."
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Q nuzzled at his neck, unable to ignore the temptation to try and slip his hand under the other man's shirt. When they were close, all he wanted to do was touch and indulge in James' presence.
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"Tsktsktsk," he scolded softly, smiling Q's hand.
"Don't be hasty, darling," he smiled.
"Enjoy the foreplay. The pool. The clothes. The dinner. And then, when you can't take it anymore, I'll let you thank me properly..." Bond purred lowly in his ear.
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