Q

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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.

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Bond reached up and loosened Q's tie.

"I want you to take this all off again," he said. "Slowly. So I can enjoy the show."

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"Oh? And will you return the favour?" Q asked, taking a step back as he slowly removed his overcoat and jacket.

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Bond arched a brow, the corner of his mouth tugging up.

"If you like..."

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"I would," Q replied, no longer shy about making requests. He liked taking orders, yes, but there was a thrill to nudging James to give him things he liked as well.

He continued to undress, taking each item off one at a time until he was bare again.

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When Q was bare, Bond took his hand and pulled him into the bedroom and pulled the blankets back so he could settle on the bed. Then Bond slowly loosened his tie. Every move was slow, oozing strength and confidence.

But soon enough he was down to his shirt and tie, hanging open. Bond pulled the tie from around his collar, dragged it through his hands, then tossed it at Q where a simple enchantment had the younger man's wrists bound together.

"Have you enjoyed the day?" he asked as he climbed into bed with him.

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Q barely flinched now when James tied him, looking as content as he had moments before, still settled in on the plush bed.

"I have. It was lovely," he said sincerely. "I very much enjoy spending time with you. I like listening to you tell stories, I like your rare jokes..."

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Bond settled comfortably and began to pet Q. His hand was firm and slow, soothing Q and letting the mood shift to something more focused and intense.

"I want to show you the world, love. I want to share so much with you."

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"I want that too. I enjoy viewing the world through your gaze."

He shifted closer, nuzzling a little at the man's jaw.

"I love you."

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Bond caught hold of the tie around his wrists and pulled his arms over his head. He laid down on Q, crushing him into the bed as he kissed him lazily for his own pleasure.

God, he was delicious. Bond moaned softly and kissed him more possessively.

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Q settled in easy beneath him, enjoying the way the weight of Bond felt over him. The man was perfect, and Q... Q found himself willing to give him anything he wanted.

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The kiss lingered for a bit for a long moment before he drew back.

"You were so good tonight. Perfectly behaved. I think you've earned a gift, pet."

He ground his cock against his hip, then moved off him.

"What have you been aching for? Tonight, you can request."

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Q had no idea what to even ask for- He'd always been content to just submit... Then he thought of something, a tiny request.

"I want you to hurt me. Really hurt me. ...And then I want you to fix it. Every scratch and bruise healed, any unkind words apologized for... I want you to be vicious, and then so tender I forget every moment of pain."

What he was really asking for was true proof that James would look after him. Money was nice, good food lovely, but nothing was more precious to Q than knowing that his lover would always care for him after the play was over.

...He'd never had that before, and he was desperate for it.

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Bond purred approvingly.

"So demanding," he smiled and then climbed off Q, climbed out of bed, and left the room.

Only moments later did he return with the wire hanger one of the shirts had been on and one of the shopping bags. He set to work, raising power, conjuring, transfiguring, and at the end he had a few brutal looking toys that hurt just to look at it.

"Get on your feet, boy," he said, low and dangerous.

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Anyone with sense would be nervous, but not Q. He looked at the toys and it only made him hungry for whatever was on James' mind.

Getting to his feet, he stood up straight as he watched Bond.

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Bond begand with just his hands. Caressing him. Grabbing him. Sharp nails, light smacks...

And then he caught both of Q's nipples and squeezed hard.

That was just the beginning of the pain. Bond was remarkably talented at hurting Q. He didn't stop until the lads cheeks were tear stained and his nose red.

"Mercy?" he asked coldly. It didn't sound much like the genuine offer it was.

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Q was trembling, and he rubbed his nose with bound hands. They both knew he wouldn't say his word though, and he shook his head.

His body ached and he could feel bruises already blooming, but he knew he could take more. What he wondered was how much more could James give? What was his limit? When did it stop being fun for the other man?

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Bond enjoyed himself immensely and more than once he'd nearly stopped so he could fuck him. He'd eased his need by violating Q's mouth again and again. He lashed him one more time and lifted his hand to strike again.

And he saw was bleeding.

"Stand very, very still," he ordered, then ducked into the bathroom to get a cool, damp cloth to clean it up.

"Alright. I've waited long enough. You're not going to get any softer," he spat bitterly and shoved him onto the bed. But he knew Q was clever. He'd know where Bond drew a line.

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Blood. Blood was the line. Q made a note of that. That could be important one day.

He winced as he hit the bed, genuinely aching and aware they weren't done. He didn't say his word though, he wanted this. Surely it was his turn to come. Surely James wasn't so cruel he'd deny him pleasure when he'd been so good.

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He flipped him face down, then Bond barely got him slick enough to ease the way and he was inside him, his hips driving hard and punishing. He jerked Qs hips, lifting him to his knees a bit. He called Q pure filth. Vile insults and humiliating slurs, slapping his ass hard as he used him cruelly for his own enjoyment.

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Q was sobbing openly by the end, bound hands awkwardly trying to pull himself off as he crumbled beneath Bond.

"Please," he begged finally. "Please, James... I need to. Please."

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The plaintive pitch of Q's voice shot straight through him and he jerked the younger man's hips as he sank deep and drained every drop. Then he climbed off and flipped him over. A bit of magic undid the tie, then Bond smirked at him.

"Well? Go ahead," he said indulgently.

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For the first time Q actually looked upset, and he hesitated before taking himself in hand and starting to pull himself off.

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"What's taking so long?" Bond taunted.

"Can't you come without me inside you?" he sneered, then moved in, reached between Q's thighs, and sank his thumb in. And since he'd leaned in this close anyway, he closed the distance and took one of Q's balls into his mouth.

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Q's cheeks burned red, and only went brighter when he came with a low moan.

His body trembled, and he went slightly slack against the mattress, spent and boneless.

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Bond's mouth moved softer, kinder. He devoted attention to each side, the moved to lick him clean. Higher and higher, kisses growing softer and sweeter until he barely ghosted a kiss against his lips.

"Quinton, you have made me so proud today. Not a single misstep. My perfect boy," he purred. Bond moved away enough to grab the blankets to cover Q up.

The foot of the bed was instantly warm.

"That's better. I can't let you freeze."