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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"Of course. I'll put things right and stay up for a bit," Bond replied. "Keep watch while you get some rest."

Bond could see the lie for what it was, but they were all liars in the end. Bond felt Q was entitled to it, being false. Of course he'd punish himself...Bond would do the same.

He ate his own cake then sorted the dishes, listening for Q and at the same time listening for cars and planes.

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Pyjamas on, Q lay in bed, silent and staring at the ceiling. He could hear Bond moving around, and the sound of the other man calmed him- it soothed him even.

He thought about Terrance, about the people the man might hurt. Would he go after Bond? God, he hoped not.

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Bond had a drink and sat with his gun watching the front window until nearly midnight. Then he decided that if Terrence was going to attack then Bond may as well be rested. He changed into his own bottoms and brushed his teeth, then carefully and quietly slipped into bed beside Q.

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Still awake, Q looked over as Bond Joined him, watching him for a moment, then moving closer.

"We're safe here," he said softly. "I feel safe here, James- You should too," he said softly.

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Bond rolled toward him and draped an arm around Q to keep him close.

"I never feel safe. Not really. It keeps me alive sometimes," he chuckled.

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"You are though. Eve wouldn't have sent us here if she wasn't certain. She might have killed you once- but I don't believe she'd risk it twice," Q said softly, attempting to sooth the other man.

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"No. I know she wouldn't," Bond said, and he did relax a little. Not completely, never completely, but he could calm down enough to hold Q and kiss him softly.

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Returning the kiss, Q rolled a bit closer, slipping an arm around Bond in return, embracing him tightly.

"And I'm here- I'd never let harm come to you," he said quietly.

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"I know. That much I believe with all my heart," Bond said as he savored the press of Q's body. The weight of his lanky arms. The very smell of him. These were the sorts of things that kept him going in the field, just as much as the sound of Q's voice in his ear.

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"I'll especially never let him, of all people, harm you," he said softly. "He doesn't deserve to exist in the same universe as you, double-o seven."

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"And you know the same is true. I won't let him hurt you again, Q. I won't let him have you. Whatever he thinks, whatever he imagines happening, he'll not have you as a slave or a pet or a captive. He's not worthy to even look at you," he replied in a voice hushed so it didn't disturb the darkness.

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Q wanted to believe that so badly that he very nearly did, offering Bond a soft smile, then touching the double-o's cheek.

"Get some sleep," he said quietly.

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"Kiss me first," he demanded. Bond wasn't above being childish and in the moment he needed to claim Q's mouth for his own, evaporating the memory of Terrance before sleep took them.

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"If you want it," Q said, leaning in so his lips nearly touched Bond's and smiling. "...Take it. It's yours. I'm yours, double-o seven."

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Bond reached up and caught hold of Q, palm cradling one cheek, fingers plunging into his hair on the other side. And then he did take it- he kissed him deeply, moaning softly at the softness of the man's tongue and the way the very scent of him took him over.

"I love you," he whispered, then claimed him again hungrily.

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"I know- I know," Q murmured between kisses, holding Bond tightly and closing his eyes.

"I love you too, James."

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It was, all things considered, fortunate that Q most often called him Bond or double-o seven. It was fortunate because hearing James on the younger man's lips, the posh vowels and crisp edges to it, it undid Bond. It perfectly took him apart.

Bond moaned softly and kissed Q again, harder and more purposefully. He needed to feel him, needed to taste him, needed to bear the weight of him.

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Q hummed and moaned into the kiss, embracing Bond and pulling him closer as he squirmed and shifted beneath the bedsheets.

"Bond," he moaned softly. "God- You'll never know what you do to me. I'm not sure there are words to describe it even... You tear me apart."

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"Funny you should say that. I was just thinking that it feels like you put me back together. All the bits that are missing...I'm complete when we're together," Bond murmured softly. He moved from Q's lips to his jaw and his neck, tasting him, kissing, exploring skin he already knew, glad for the chance to touch him again.

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Q groaned in pleasure, blood rushing to his groin as he rutted against Bond.

"When you kiss me and touch me like that, it's impossible to think, Bond," he moaned softly.

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"Who really needs to think?" he murmured, hands creeping under Q's clothes to touch his bare skin.

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Q growled playfully, ducking his head and nipping at Bond's shoulder.

"Me, you bastard. I need to think," he purred. "Thinking is what I do."

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While Q spoke Bond worked is fingers in and popped the large, smooth buttons of his pyjama top to open it up so he could have access.

"Maybe you think to much. Take a break," he countered with a wicked smile curving his lips. He knew getting Q to really stop thinking was as likely to happen as him letting his guard down, but it was amusing anyway.

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Q snorted softly, playfully batting Bond's hands away before reaching low to cup the double-o through his pyjama bottoms.

"One of us has to be the brains here," he teased.

He didn't think double-o seven stupid though, not really. A bit of a brute, but not mindless. Not at all.

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"Fine...you be the brains and I'll be the brawn and together we'll be unstoppable," Bond purred, pushing into the heat of Q's hand. He kissed him again, his mouth and his jaw, then nuzzled his neck. "...You make it hard for me to think, too..."