Harry

[0_0_7]

Things were coming together nicely. Harry's people had moved in and after a rather chaotic week of getting everyone settled, things had evened out. The patrols were bringing back necessary items, but also items of luxury and comfort. They'd secured a truck and furniture, clothing, food, copper, and scrap for burning all poured in.

Bond was in his office, going over a ledger. Q and Tanner kept impeccable records and Bond was on top of keeping everything going. He truly hated the task, but he'd do it because it needed done.

The knock on his office door stole his attention.

"Come," he called.

Behind him, the large windows in the luxury box looked out over the pitch where dozens of solar panels were set to catch the sunlight. THe power was easily enough to keep the stadium lit at night. At night, Wembley was a shining beacon in the dark.

He waved Harry in and rose to welcome him in.

"Any hiccups?"

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"And surely there were others for you," he replied quietly.

"Sometimes people are unforgettable."

[lepidopterologist]

Inexplicably, Harry actually... believed him, when he said that. That it wasn't just manipulation. And there was a sort of gentleness to it that was believable, too.

"I always thought if we found ourselves here again that it would be hate sex," he said lightly.

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"I'm sure we'll both sort our issues," Bond replied, reaching to undo Harry's belt and fly.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry wet his lips. “I didn’t forget you either,” he confessed.

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"I should hope not " he replied, licking a stripe up Harry's neck to his ear. Nimble finger edges plucked and tugged until Harry was only on his pants.

Only then did he move back to strip off his kit. He peeked off his shirt, revealing scars he hadn't had the last time they were together.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry's gaze slid over Bond's body, pausing at the scars.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it," he said quietly.

[0_0_7]

"A lifetime," he replied quietly, moving closer again to press his bare, powerful body against Harry's.

"Too long?" Bond asked s he let his hands glide along Harry's arms.

[lepidopterologist]

"I won't lie, I've thought of you," Harry said softly. "Even... when I thought it was just a one night stand. I always hoped I might see you again."

He'd fantasized about it, in fact. Before the end fo the world. He'd even considered, but always immediately dismissed, the idea of agreeing to a military contract just so he might see him again.

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Bond reached up and cradled Harry's face, thumb tracing beneath his missing eye.

"I can't believe you're here now," he said quietly. If someone had taken his eye, they wouldn't be breathing.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry froze at first when he touched him, but then after a second he took off his glasses and set them aside. Baring it all.

"My thoughts of you might have been a bit different lately," he said.

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Bond tugged him toward the bed and tossed the covers back. Then he took hold of Harry's wrist.

"How are you feeling about authority now, Harry," he asked, his grip tightening.

[lepidopterologist]

In all honesty Harry felt a bit conflicted about how it turned him on when Bond's grip tightened.

So after a long hesitation, he said, his voice a bit breathy, "Have it now. Because you won't outside this room, not with me."

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Bond pulled his wrist and leaned in near his ear.

"I'll accept that," he whispered.

Then he gave Harry a nudge to lay down.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry fell back against the bed. "Do you... want me to put my glasses back on, I know it's... not pretty."

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"It's fine, Harry," Bond assured him, following him down to press him into the bed and pin him there.

"Scars tell us where we've been. And that time heals."

He kissed him then, tender but utterly in control.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry kissed him back, even if he couldn't do much else with how he was pinned there. It always took Harry a moment to open up, to let go, but when he did... he was surprisingly disinhibited. It came from many, many years of suppressing everything.

[0_0_7]

Bond cradled his face, thumb gliding over his cheekbone beneath his eye.

If it bothered him at all, it certainly wasn't how it looked. That he'd done it...he deserved the guilt.

He drank down Harry's kisses, taking total control as he enjoyed the man.

[lepidopterologist]

There was something terribly erotic and also strangely comforting in being pinned to the bed like this. He bucked his hips up against him, eagerly. "So this is your authority?" he murmured.

[0_0_7]

Bond stayed close, his nose against Harry's as he parted his lips and gasped softly. A caution- just before he dragged his hand down Harry's body and took hold of his cock.

"Yes," he exhaled.

[lepidopterologist]

"Oh, god," gasped Harry, hips bucking involuntarily. "Fuck, yes..."

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Bond stroked him slowly with a loose hold to let skin slip.

"What sort of authority did you have in mind, Harry? I've seen how you look at me in my patrol kit," he taunted quietly, hand never stopping.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry wet his lips. "Well you look very good in it," he said breathlessly. "And you look like you're.... very practiced at giving orders."

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"Should we test how good you are at taking orders?" He asked, and finished with, "Pet?"

[lepidopterologist]

There was visible conflict on Harry's face for a moment. And then he finally said, "Test me then." Long pause. "Sir."

[0_0_7]

Harry could not have pleased him more. Bond inhaled slowly as a smile spread, the warmth of it touching his eyes.

"Good, then," he said. "Let me see your mouth."

His eyes locked on Harry's lips, thinking a hundred thoughts of how much he'd enjoyed it last time.