Q

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"I will," he swore. They drove on a bit and Bond checked the GPS again. "How bloody far is this place? We've got to be almost there. Zoom that out and see..."

He hated the countryside in the dark. But thank god for technology. It wasn't all that long ago he would have been relatively blind.

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Bond snorted softly at that, sure that now that Q had his tech he had plenty of time to shower and have and primp and dress. Maybe even make new tea.

"I'll be back," he told Q, sure that couldn't be a surprise, and he ducked into the bathroom to clean up.

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Settling in on his stomach, Q tapped away at his tablet, replying to emails, and then calming his nerves with a few rounds of his new favourite game.

Like this he could almost pretend that everything was fine.

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He took his time, letting the hot water beat on his back. But eventually he did emerge, towel round his waist, and he padded to the kettle to put on some water.

"You're caught up," he noted, watching Q for a second. "What are you doing?"

[quartermaster_q]

With a pillow tucked beneath him as he lay on the bed, Q barely glanced up from his game.

"Just a game. Nothing interesting," he assured the double-o- only then glancing over to steal a glimpse of Bond, damp and wearing only a towel.

He really was a stunning man.

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Bond came back to where Q lay and descended upon him, kissing the back of his neck while smoothing a hand over his as.

"You look like you're invested," he murmured. He fully intended to change that.

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Q smiled a little, Bond's attempts working well as he messed up his next round.

"Oi!" he laughed.

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His own laugh was a low rumble. Bond put a knee between Q's legs and braced himself over the man, the began to kiss his back. It didn't matter that the man's shirt was in the way. He loved breathing in the scent of him.

"What's the point of it?" he asked. "A score? Real money?"

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"It's just fun, James. You know what fun is, don't you?" he teased, turning off his game and rolling over onto his back beneath the other man.

"It's what we could have had earlier- If you hadn't decided to be an utter bastard," he added, making it clear that while Bond was forgiven, his actions weren't yet forgotten.

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Bond backed away and looked a bit sly as he began to push Q's shirt up.

"Well," he drawled, "I've always been a bastard. What can I say in my defense? Nothing."

He sounded glib but he looked genuinely apologetic as he ducked low to kiss Q's chest.

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Q moaned softly, enjoying the soft brush of Bond's lips, and stretching out lazily beneath him.

"Mmm, you are my favourite bastard, for whatever that's worth," he murmured.

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"I intend to keep it that way," Bond said softly as he swept back and forth, a kiss just under Q's nipple a slow drag of lips and nose as he passed over his heart, then a light suckle on the other side.

"I want to be your favourite...always. Because I adore you. Adore you," he added, intent on making Q's skin light up.

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"It's endearing that you think there might be competition. Flattering, even," Q purred, raking his nails over Bond's scalp as he squirmed beneath him.

The other man's lips felt like fire, each kiss burning and branding his skin. It was a divine sensation, one that his memory would gladly hold onto, ready to be replayed the next time he took himself in hand under the hot spray of the shower.

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Bond didn't think that anyone could honestly compete with him. Not really. Well, maybe in a case of stability- his own future was shrouded behind chaos. But he knew his assets- looks, class, charm, wit, and he knew Q found him irresistibly sexy. That one thing alone was enough to stroke his ego.

"I love you," he rasped, lips moving lower. His breath spilled hot over Q's bare stomach and he laid down tiny kisses all the way to his waistband...which he promptly tugged lower.

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He could feel his stomach fluttering, and he resented his body for being so easily reduced to a quivering mess of hormones and lust. It was pathetic really. Absolutely ridiculous.

"Bond," he gasped, hips lifting slightly off the bed.

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He tugged Q's trousers down until they were off his hips and revealed the thatch of wiry hair, but kept him hidden. It was just a show of discretion. Then Bond looked up the length of him, taking in the way Q moved, the way he was breathing, the way his body was keyed tightly.

"I could become utterly spoiled," he said. "Nothing to do but jog and fuck. I love this holiday."

Then he ducked low and began to run his mouth over Q's cock through the fabric, lips working against him to make him buck and moan but keeping that little level of separation between them.

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Want. Want was All Q felt. It was all he was in that moment. No patience, no calm, just lust.

Wriggling, he growled softly and pushed Bond's head down, urging him on.

"Just do it already," he huffed.

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"Tut, tut," Bond scolded as he rubbed his cheek against Q's cock. "You want it over and done with? No, I don't think so. I quite like making you squirm."

Then he returned his mouth to the ridge of Q's erection, using his lips for friction and breath to incite a frenzy in the man.

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Q bit his lip, squirming again as he reached down and tried to free his cock.

"Oh please, you've got the patience of a bloody guppy. You'll crack before I even have my trousers off," he huffed.

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The towel had fallen away and lay on the bed. Naked and powerful, Bond moved on top of Q and grabbed his wrists to pin him to the bed. He only did so so he'd have the proper leverage to begin to rut against Q. His cock was hot and heavy as he ground it against Q's.

"Then best not let you get your trousers off," he purred.

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Having James Bond looming over you, still damp from a good shower and rutting like a lion in heat, was a bloody good way to make one feel completely inferior.

Next to Bond he felt like little more than a fumbling child- All pale limbs and bones. The man held him down, and he didn't need rope or handcuffs. Q was instantly aware of how helpless he was.

Double-o seven was built to kill and conquer. The scars on his body, and lines around his eyes, were not defects or faults- They were proof of something built to last. Bond was built from British steel. ...Q, on the other hand, was little more than the product of computer codes and misspent summers.

Like this, in the real world, he was no match for Bond. He never would be.

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Not for one moment did Bond think Q was inferior. He thought he was incredible. A genius of the highest degree. And sublime in his youth...desirable in a way no one else was. Bond wanted to please Q more than control him. He wanted the man to adore him. He would o nearly anything to keep Q's attention focused on himself. Fuck the other double-o's, if Bond could have his way then Q would be his quartermaster alone.

And there was a reason he was a bloody good quartermaster. For one thing, he knew Bond too well. It took nearly no time for the rutting and playing to be less than adequate and the agent let go of one of Q's arms so he could fight with the man's trousers.

"Don't say a word about my patience," he growled softly.

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"Absolutely atrocious," Q tutted. "I've hardly worked up a sweat and you're ready to go," the quartermaster taunted with a smirk, playfully arrogant as he played the part of a snotty little brat with a cheeky grin on his lips.

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"I'll make you break a sweat yet," Bond promised, stripping Q down to nothing with confident hands. He did away with the bottoms and Q's pants, then yanked off his shirt as well. Once he was naked, that was when Bond grabbed an arm again.

"You look so good on the pillow, though. Your dark hair and your pretty eyes. And that mouth that's begging for a kiss. Or a smack. Or both..."

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"Ludicrous threats," Q tutted, his free hand reaching to stroke Bond's jaw as he spoke. "You'd never dare hit me, and you know it."

He smiled softly- fondly, even- then drew his hand back and smacked Bond hard.

"I would though."

He studied Bond for a moment eyeing him curiously. "That's something you should know about me, double-o seven. I definitely would- I definitely will. I adore you, I love you, but I don't know what to do with those feelings. Everything I've ever tied them to has been wrong. I'll scratch and I'll bite, because the love I know isn't this, and I fear it might be too late for me to learn any other way."

Drawing his hand back, he moved to smack Bond again.

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But Bond was ready this time. Q had gotten in one good blow because he'd caught Bond off guard, but not again. As he went to strike him again a strong hand caught Q's wrist and held it in place. The light in his eyes, the mirth and the love, went flat.

"To me love is death," he said simply. "So fight all you like...so long as you stay. Be true. Be strong. That's all I ask."