Q

[0_0_7]

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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[quartermaster_q]

"I'm not a dog, double-o seven," Q replied in that familiar and crisp tone, looking just a touch offended by the suggestion.

[0_0_7]

"I should hope not," he said, then moved onto his knees so he could pull Q into position. "Hands and knees. Now," he commanded.

[quartermaster_q]

Q huffed, wriggling away and resisting before finally settling in on his hands and knees.

"Bossy old bastard," he tutted under his breath.

[0_0_7]

Bond wasted no time. He moved in behind Q and squeezed lube on his fingers, then began to slick the man and stretch him slowly. He wanted him so much but he was quite enjoying tormenting Q. He knew the younger man wanted him just as much.

He rested a heavy hand between Q's shoulder blades and sank two fingers into him, deep as he could.

"You shouldn't call me names, pup," he chided.

[quartermaster_q]

Crying out, Q clenched hard around the two digits, gasping and ducking his head as he clawed at the sheets.

"Sorry, I meant to say grumpy, bossy old bastard," he huffed.

[0_0_7]

Bond withdrew his fingers and reached between Q's legs to grab his balls. He gave them a careful squeeze, not intending to actually hurt him, then he slid his fingers back in.

"You're making me wish for that gag you keep in your bedside table," he said, working to make Q needy as he could.

[quartermaster_q]

"You like hearing my voice too much for that sort of thing," Q gasped, well aware of the effect he had on Bond.

He was struggling to hold onto that calm tone of his though, and he couldn't stop himself from whimpering as his shoulders began to shake. Ducking low, his backside remained in the air, even as he pressed his face against the bedsheets.

[0_0_7]

Only when Q was trembling and needy did Bond stop. He quickly slipped on a condom and moved behind him, taking full advantage of Q's ass being offered up.

He slid in with one long, slow push. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of penetration. Q was so trim, so slight, and yet he took Bond's cock entirely. It was beautiful.

"Nnngh, Christ," he groaned.

[quartermaster_q]

Q cried out, clawing at the bedsheets and moaning loudly as he took Bond's cock and rocked back into the penetration.

"James," he gasped, reaching beneath himself to take his own throbbing erection in hand.

[0_0_7]

Bond took hold of Q's hips in a tight grip and began to thrust. He moved slowly, savoring the slide and grip of Q's body. It was delicious and from this angle it was decidedly dirty.

"You should see yourself from this angle," he said, fingers digging in to hold him as he drew back and thrust in sharply. "Made to be fucked, aren't you?"

[quartermaster_q]

Q blushed, pulling himself off in time with Bond's thrusts, panting and letting out a mewling sound.

"Stop talking and put your back into it," he gasped, taunting the other man and winding him up.

[0_0_7]

"You put your back into it," he countered, but then he moved a bit to find just the right angle and he stopped talking and began to fuck Q harder, faster. He wanted the younger man to be satisfied and while he wasn't about to go to any extremes, he could, on occasion, manhandle him more roughly than he might otherwise.

[quartermaster_q]

He was so close already, so close, and he couldn't stop himself from coming undone.

Q cried out as he came, spilling into his palm and across the sheets.

[0_0_7]

Skin cracked against skin as Bond's hips clashed with Q's ass. He drove in again and again but as the man's body clenched and pulsed around him Bond was at a loss to hold back. He came hard, his fingers digging into the tender skin of Q's hips.

And then he curled over the man and began to kiss his back, shuddering now and again as he drained himself completely.

[quartermaster_q]

Q crumpled slowly onto the bed, melting under Bond's attention and wishing he had the energy to turn over and kiss the other man.

As it was, he just wanted to curl up and fall asleep, fucked, and perfectly happy.

[0_0_7]

Bond indulged in kissing Q until his cock had flagged and he withdrew. Then he climbed out of bed and went to the toilet to take care of the condom. When he came back he laid down and pulled the blankets up over them both and moved in close so he could hold Q.

"Get some good sleep," he said. "We'll have plenty of work to do in the morning."

[quartermaster_q]

Q wasn't shy, and he didn't just curl up against Bond. He rested his head on the other man's chest, embracing him and holding him.

He knew he had no right to think of Bond as his, but in that moment, he wanted to. It showed in the way he held on, his body language shouting, 'This is mine. He's all mine'.

"Goodnight, double-o seven," he said softly.

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For his part, Bond found he rather liked being claimed by Q. He was sure that with anyone else he would have wriggled free in order to get away, but he had nowhere else he'd rather be. He simply caressed Q's back and craned his neck so he could kiss the man's hair.

"Good night, Q," he said softly, then closed his eyes to try to get some rest.

[quartermaster_q]

Q slept hard through the night and into the morning. At some point he'd rolled away from Bond, and he was currently clinging to his pillow instead as he dozed heavily.

[0_0_7]

He slept well and woke refreshed, leaving Q to sleep longer. bond took a shower and shaved, then put on his cove gray suit with a white shirt and a blue tie. He was perfectly put together when he woke Q up once the room service arrived.

"Q," he said, gently shaking the man. "Breakfast and work, pup. Get up now."

[quartermaster_q]

Groaning, Q woke slowly, sitting up and blinking at Bond.

"It feels early, is it early?" he asked pawing about blindly for his glasses, then slipping them on and spotting the tea.

[0_0_7]

"Not terribly. I let you sleep an extra hour," he said, taking up the tea pot to pour a cup for Q. "You've plenty of time to eat, shower and shave. Then we'll have to get to work. This isn't a holiday."

[quartermaster_q]

Q pulled a face at Bond, but took the tea and seemed to cheer up as he sipped it.

"Yes, alright. I just need tea, then I'll shower and shave. Hopefully this wont tke long."

[0_0_7]

"Well you seem to think that with that code you won't even need to leave the car," Bond pointed out. "Hopefully it won't take long at all."

[quartermaster_q]

"That's true, I do think that," Q replied, perking up a little. "Should be in and out," he smiled as he sipped his tea.