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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"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..."

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"Good, I love you mindless. You get positively animalistic... Like a lion on the prowl," Q grinned, giving the double-o a soft squeeze.

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"Now stop that," Bond warned, reaching for Q's wrist to still his hand. But then he wound up pulling it tighter, seeking more friction. Bond groaned low and his eyes slipped closed. "Or maybe...more..."

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Q grinned wolfishly, holding on a while longer, then letting go completely.

"More what?" he asked innocently.

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Bond whimpered in protest.

"More of your skin," he said as he began in earnest to try to undress Q.

"More of your mouth..." he added against the man's lips. "More of you..."

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Q grinned, leaning in so his lips were right against Bond's ear.

"It's all yours, double-o seven. Every inch of skin, every kiss, it's yours."

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He moved off him then in a flash and quit messing about with caresses and tugs. Bond grabbed Q's pyjamas and stripped him naked, then his own followed suit. Once Q was naked Bond reached for his kit.

"You really do drive me out of my mind," he said. "I thought I knew what lust was, but then I met you and you turned everything upside down."

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Stretching out on the bed, Q watched him with sharp eyes.

"You have no idea what you do to me, double-o seven. The dreams I have, the filthy thoughts that race through my mind every time you pass by my desk... You ruin me in the best sort of ways.

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"Can't be distracting you at work," Bond said, abandoning the kit on the pillow so he could crouch over Q, his muscles bunched and powerful. He kept his blue eyes locked on Q's but he dipped low to kiss his chest, losing the line of sight for a moment.

"Though I do like the thought of ruining you..." he said, then caught one of Q's nipples, suckling briefly, "...In the best ways..."

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Q moaned, arching his back and wetting his lips.

"Oh, Bond, trust me. You couldn't ruin me. The things I fantasize about would make even you blush," he teased.

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"I don't doubt that. You're quite the little deviant, aren't you?" Bond chuckled. "I've had so many women, done so many things in so many countries, and then I'm with you and I feel as if I've barely scratched the surface of what I could do to make someone come. I dare say you're shocking. Dreadfully shocking," he continued, the words coming between the kisses he peppered across Q's chest and stomach, working his way down the man's body. Bond took his time, quite enjoying the exquisite torture of denying himself. He would have very much liked to have grabbed Q and simply had him, but a bed and the country and the near-guarantee of a peaceful and uninterrupted night had him taking his time.

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Q laughed softly at that, gently scratching the man's scalp with short nails and smiling.

"I suppose I am a bit," he smirked. "Though I do enjoy your mild ways. It's refreshing, in a way. A change."

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"When the occasion calls for it perhaps I'll be a bit less mild," Bond said. "But your body is..."

He drew back so he could look at Q and trace the shape of him with soft fingertips.

"Your body is exquisite. It's a privilege to be able to take my time and enjoy it. If I'm going to be drunk on you I want it to last. I want to savor you. And once I know every inch..."

He moved in and flicked his tongue against Q's earlobe.

"Then I'll get creative and see what debauchery we can get up to," he whispered.

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"Charmer," Q accused, chuckling softly as he traced his fingertips along the strong line of Bond's jaw.

"I'm nothing compared to you, double-o seven. A Pollock nestled between two Monets and a Van Goth," he murmured. "You are perfection. Every line exquisite, every scar alluring..."

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"The way we talk, one might think we're in love," Bond smiled. He kissed Q then, kissed him purposefully and deeply. But as the kiss went on the angle wasn't right. Bond moved and tilted his head, his fervor growing as he tasted Q deeply. His cock was throbbing and he writhed against the other man, completely caught up in the simple pleasure of being close.

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Grinning into the kiss, Q nipped at Bond's lips and chased his tongue. Moaning and writhing beneath the double-o.

"Need you," he gasped.

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"How much?" he taunted Q, though his hand slid low and caught hold of his cock to pull him off. He loved when Q was utterly dizzy with need, though he had no intention of holding off much longer. Bond never was too terribly good at denying himself anything he wanted for very long.

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Q knew what Bond needed- what he wanted to hear. He knew, and he took pleasure in denying and withholding.

Biting his bottom lip, he was stubbornly silent and forced himself to stay still.

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"How much?" Bond demanded before he kissed Q again. "How much?" he whispered against the man's mouth.

Q's silence didn't deter him in the least and it was mere moments before he let go of Q's cock so he could grab the lube from his kit. Slick fingers found the mark and he began to work to get an answer from Q...or at least a sound. Just a sound.