Q

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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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"Leave that sleight of hand to me," Bond assured him. Then he smiled. "This is what i do, Q."

Which wasn't wholly reassuring, especially not for Q who had listened to Bond's comm as he did his job in the midst of gunfire and explosions, not to mention the running. Unbelievable amounts of running.

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"What you do, double-o seven, is get shot and break your toys," Q tutted, finishing up and closing his laptop.

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Before Bond could snap back a retort there was a knock at the door. Bond scowled and looked at his watch, then drew his gun and went to the door.

"That can't possibly be room service," he said.

He opened the door and it was indeed a hotel employee who smiled and handed Bond a yellow envelope, completely ignoring the gun. Bond thanked her and brought the envelope back in.

"Were you expecting a parcel?" he asked.

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"No, I wasn't," Q frowned, though he took the envelope and opened it cautiously- aware that anything could be inside.

There were no suspicious powders or items though, just blank papers. A thin stack of them.

"There's nothing here," he frowned, looking for a return address or anything that might explain what he was looking at.

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"Pack up, we're moving," Bond said sharply, going to the phone to summon a porter for the luggage and to get the concierge to get them a car.

"We're compromised. Someone knows we're here," he said once he'd hung up. "Hurry, we have to go."

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"I haven't even had my tea yet," Q protested, putting the papers down and then accedently knocking over Bond's glass.

Champaign spilled over the blank paper, and as it poured, words began to materialize.

No, not words... Code.

"Wait," he said, gathering up the pages and taking them, and the bottle of bubbly, through to the bathroom. Laying each page out along the bottom of the tub, Q soaked them all, watching as the code slowly showed himself.

"We've not been compromised... I think someone is trying to help," Q said, kneeling in front of the tub and reading each page. "This is- This is very good," he admitted. "With this, I just need to be near enough to the building to connect to their network," he said, glancing over at Bond. "Though I'd still need to take remote control of his laptop- but if you could distract him long enough, I would never even need to touch it."

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"That's a shameful waste of Perrier-Jouët," Bond sighed. "Who would have sent it, Q? This mission is classified and only a few people know we're here. And I can't think of any of them who would play such cloak and dagger with getting you the code."

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"Does it really matter? We can use this, Bond. I can use this," Q insisted, smiling and rising to his feet as he wrapped his arms around the double-0's neck and kissed him soundly.

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But Bond didn't bend.

"If you don't know where it came from then you can't trust it, Q," he protested into Q's mouth. "That's a good way to get yourself killed. Or worse...caught."

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"I know code, James- And that's all this is," Q insisted. "If anything, this makes our mission even safer. I don't even have to leave the car."

And something told him Bond would like that. He didn't believe the man wanted to waste his time being his babysitter.

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He did like that, quite a lot. So he did bend, just a fraction, and he let his hands fall on Q's waist to hold him. He kissed him then, too.

"You still can't trust it," he murmured, then tilted his head so he could kiss Q deep and proper.

[quartermaster_q]

"Mmm, then I'll be cautious," Q promised between kisses- pulling away almost immediately when there was another knock on the door. Hopefully it would be his tea. He could really use a cup after such a long day.

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Bond was on edge now, aroused but still on alert with the notion they were found out. He had his hand on his gun as he went to the door but when he opened it it was indeed Q's tea and biscuits.

It was brought in and set up for them, then the hotel staff left- with Bond admiring her body on the way out.

"Have your tea while you work. I'm going to contact Moneypenny and see who is privy to our location."

Of course while he did that he dug into the caviar, eating it on the delicate toast points provided.

[quartermaster_q]

For a brief moment, it looked as though Q was sulking, though he sad nothing. He simply nodded and took his tea with him, leaving Bond on his own.

It was late when the young quartermaster finally finished, and he tucked everything away, neat and safe, before changing into a pair of striped pyjamas.

Quietly, he crept into Bond's room to see what he was up to.

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Bond had slipped into a pair of soft pajama bottoms and laid on the bed. He was propped up on pillows, his gun beside him on the bed and his kit with the lube and condoms on the bedside table. He was hopeful but they were on a mission and he wasn't about to disturb Q.

He looked away from the television and smiled at Q. Then he patted the bed to beckon him.

"Getting tired?" he asked. "You've been working for hours."

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Q crawled onto the bed, tired enough that he wasn't thinking about appearances, or what was right or wrong. Instead he simply lay beside Bond, slipping an arm around him.

"A bit," he admitted. "Not so tired that I can't enjoy a night in a nice hotel though," he assured him as he gave Bond's shoulder a sly but playful bite.

Like a pup begging for attention, Q nudged and nipped at the double-o. As if silently urging him to look at him and to pay attention to him.

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"It would be a shame to let it go to waste," Bond purred. He let Q nip at him for a bit before he tightened his hold and hauled Q onto him where he took hold of he face and craned his neck to kiss him.

"Where did you get those pyjamas?"

[quartermaster_q]

"Marks and Spencer's," Q replied, leaning back just enough to keep out of Bond's reach. "There's nothing wrong with them. They're comfortable."

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"They suit you," Bond said warmly. His hand around Q's middle snaked down to cup his ass through the soft fabric.

"I was thinking that if you aren't completely done in we cold go downstairs for a bite later. There are specials after midnight- things they only make late."

Bond was so predictable in moments of peace. Sex, food, sleep. There were other things he took pleasure in during down time, but he couldn't do any of those things here and now. Right now he wanted the basic comforts and he wanted those with Q.

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Q smiled at that, then nodded. Bond was so predictable sometimes- and it was oddly comforting. As much as Q enjoyed excitement and surprise, he did enjoy these quiet moments as well.

"Whatever you like, double-o seven," he replied.

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"I'll think about it. Right now what I like is you," he said, pushing them over as a unit and pinning Q to the bed so Bond could take advantage of his position above Q to kiss him hungrily.

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"Oi!" Q yelped, the exclamation sounding almost foreign when spoken in that posh tone- though even that slipped away a little, just for a moment.

"You're positively hedonistic," he tutted. "It's all sex, food and liquor with you, isn't it?"

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"Sometimes it is," he said. "You can't expect me to think of anything else when you're in bed with me, looking like this and smelling so good. You know I can't keep my hands off you..."

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"Who says I want you to?" Q smiled, looking up at Bond. "Just because I think you're a hedonist doesn't mean I don't love it."

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"Good...because you really are the perfect pleasure," he purred, nuzzling in against Q's throat while he rutted obscenely against the man. His whole body bunched and flexed as he moved over and against him.