0_0_7 | Q

The mission was based in Paris and Bond had insisted on the finest accommodations. He'd made sure to get a two bedroom suite to keep up appearances as Q was going with him. It wasn't entirely the Quartermaster's job to be in the field but they needed some real time on site hacking done (or whatever wizardry it was that Q did) and so the mission was really his. Bond was his muscle, his guard dog, and his gun. Bond's job was to protect Q at all costs.

The train ride was pleasant, Bond dozing for the majority of the ride. He had a habit of falling dead asleep while travelling- he never knew if he'd get sleep while active on a mission so he stocked up on trains and planes.

And then they were at the hotel, their luggage unloaded onto a cart. Bond told the porter to be careful in flawless French and then escorted Q inside.

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Up until this point, Q had been quite well behaved. He had a remellious streak though, and when Bond let go of his legs, Q used them to try and push the double-o away. Laughing as he struggled and squirmed.

For a moment, just a moment, his laughter echoed that of the young man he'd been in all those videos Terrance had given him. Playful and bright- not at all the calm and sometimes stoic man he'd become.

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"Hey, now!" Bond exclaimed, fighting off the assault of Q's long legs. He found himself pushed back and back until he was at the very end of the bed. His own laughter bubbled up, quieter than Q's but warm and rich.

He grabbed hold of the man's ankle and held him tightly. Bond was quite taken with how beautiful Q was like this. It made his heart feel like it was tighter.

"You should laugh more," he said. "Or maybe just more when you're with me. I like it. It's as good as hearing you moan."

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"Only for you," Q said, settling down a bit and stretching out on the bed. "Just you, double-o seven. You're the only one who gets this part of me," he confessed quietly.

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"What an honor," he replied. It could have easily been a quip, some smart ass throw away line, but as Bond moved so he could shed his own pajama bottoms it was obvious in the way he looked at Q that it was the truth. He was quite honored the man would share something of himself. Something real.

That wasn't something they did. Bond had fucked other agents, others in MI6, and even MI5, and the one thing they all had in common was that no one trusted anyone enough to have any truth to their trysts. It was all fantasy. It was all fucking.

But Bond stretched out next to Q and pulled him close and he let himself think, for a moment, that having the man in his own bed where Q was comfortable to laugh meant something.

He smiled at the other man and gave him a lazy kiss.

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quartermaster_q

Q returned the kiss, crawling on top of Bond and trying to grab his wrists to pin him down.

"With any luck, tomorrow will go smoothly and we'll be back in London before we know it. I think when we get home, you should take me out. I have a strange urge to be wined and dined."

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Bond tested Q's grip but didn't struggle. He rather liked the feeling of the younger man holding him down. It was, of course, all show. If Bond had wanted to fight then Q wouldn't have stood a chance. But as it was he was quite content to have the boffin assert himself a bit with his body instead of his crisp voice.

"That would be my pleasure," he said. "Torture, a bit. Keeping up appearances. But I'd quite like to spoil you."

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quartermaster_q

Q used his weight to hold him down, then bent low and kissed him slowly, savouring the taste of him.

"I'd like that, I think. It's been a long time since I've been spoiled..."

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"You'll have to give me some idea what you enjoy the most. Or what you'd like to try that you've never. Money is, of course, no object," he said softly against Q's lips. "Just ideas...and then I'll surprise you."

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quartermaster_q

"I do like being surprised," Q admitted. "Spoiled, surprised..."

Kept.

He thought of his early days with Terrance. Days when he never knew what would be in the shiny wrapped parcels the man brought him. Tech, toys, or something wicked. He'd loved them all. He'd loved feeling as though he had a place in the world- even if that place was often at Terrance's feet.

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Bond took that and filed it away, thinking of how easy it would be to pick up something for Q when he went away on missions. Nothing extravagant, just something local that let him know he'd been on Bond's mind.

"I could do that," he said with a smile that he pressed against Q's lips, kissing him sweetly. "What is your favorite food?"

He needed somewhere to begin making plans, after all.

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quartermaster_q

"Fish, mostly. I do love wild salmon most... Though I enjoy sushi as well, or even just a good bowl of proper ramen..." Q mused, pulling away when his phone beeped and letting go of Bond.

It wasn't work, he had a distinct tone for work.

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There was no way Bond was taking Q for ramen of all things, no matter how good it might be. He did know of a sushi restaurant that had a new chef who specialized in Kaiseki which he always enjoyed when he went to Japan for an extended stay.

He rolled on his side to watch Q grab his phone, admiring the long lines of the man's pale body. He was terribly attractive and it was all Bond could do to not snatch him back from his phone call.

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quartermaster_q

The number flashed up as 'Victor B', the B standing for the club he'd met the man in.

"Hello Victor," he greeted, a wicked smile on his face as he turned his back on Bond. Ignoring the man and baiting him as he started to chat with Victor, explaining that he was in France on business, then letting the man spill his vulgar fantasies for a little while before offering some light flirtation and saying goodnight.

"Sorry about that," he said- not looking apologetic at all as he turned back to Bond with a teasing smile.

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"I truly doubt that," he said. He had sat up against the headboard, his legs stretched out. He pulled Q into his lap and smacked the man's ass once, not terribly hard but sharp enough to sting.

"I could make you sorry," he threatened seductively.

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quartermaster_q

Q gasped, then smirked.

"Empty threats and posturing," the young Quartermaster tutted, slipping his arms around Bond as he settled on his lap.

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Bond reached around him and cupped Q's ass, then one hand slid up to his middle and held him in place tightly.

"I so rarely make threats," he said, then smacked Q again. He hit him and then rubbed the sting away, only to spank him again. He swatted and soothed over and over, enjoying the way Q's body moved over him. The friction against his cock was maddeningly perfect.

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Gasping, Q reached back to try and catch Bond's wrist, attempting to still his hand- Even as he let out a low moan of pleasure, and ducked his head to bite down on Bond's shoulder.

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Bond groaned and stopped spanking Q so he could reach up and hold the back of his head. He could feel the press of teeth and the sting as Q sucked and it shot right to his groin.

"Fuck," he gasped. "Enough playing. I need you. Give me my kit, Q..."

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quartermaster_q

Q growled softly, and bit bond again, his teeth grazing the other man's throat this time.

"Say please," he purred, grinding down a bit on the double-o's lap.

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He grabbed Q's ass, a hand on each cheek, and he pulled him in while lifting his hips to grind against him in return.

"Please," he purred, the word sounding infinitely filthy when paired with him rutting up against Q while his hands encouraged the man to move as well.

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quartermaster_q

Q groaned, then gave in slowly.

"Alright, but only because you said please," he murmured, reluctantly moving away and retrieving Bond's kit.

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Bond took it from him and found the lube, then tossed the bag aside.

"Turn round," he said. "On your hands and knees. I want to be able to see how rosy you are after my spanking."

Maybe there was a bit of humiliation in his mind, but for the most part he was being straightforward- he wanted to see his handiwork.