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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[quartermaster_q]

"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..."

[quartermaster_q]

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..."

[quartermaster_q]

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."

[quartermaster_q]

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..."

[quartermaster_q]

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.

[quartermaster_q]

"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.

[quartermaster_q]

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.

[quartermaster_q]

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.

[quartermaster_q]

Q's breath hitched, but he remained stubbornly silent. Defiant and almost cruel as he denied Bond the affirmation he wanted.

He was wicked. Truly wicked.

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"Tell me," he purred as his interrogation intensified with deft fingers that slipped into Q and worked him until he was slick and ready. He needed to hear it but he was mindful of what Q had been through in Paris and didn't cross the line. This was in good fun, he wasn't about to be a brute.

There were plenty of ways to get Q to talk.

[quartermaster_q]

Toes curling, Q let out a soft squeak, wiggling and panting softly.

Bond's fingers were terribly talented. It was damn near impossible to stay silent.

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He free hand found the kit and he plucked a condom, tearing it with his teeth and then slipping it on.

"You think you're so clever when you're quiet. But you can't hide it, Q. I know how much you want this. How much you need me..."

Then he withdrew his fingers and grabbed Q's legs roughly to spread him and hitch him up. That was all the warning Q got before Bond guided his cock into place and slid into him with one smooth thrust.

[quartermaster_q]

Crying out, Q couldn't stay silent any longer.

Really, he should have known better than to try and play chicken with Double-o seven. He was doomed to lose.

"Fuck," he swore softly.

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That was what he'd desperately needed. Just one word was enough. Bond groaned deeply and worked his way to a rough pace, fucking Q hard as he liked. He knew Q could take it and so he didn't hold back his pursuit of pleasure.

"God, you feel so good," he managed, his blue gaze piercing and direct as he looked down at Q.

[quartermaster_q]

Q stared Bond down for as long as he could, until his composure eventually cracked, and he had to look away.

"Shit," he panted, closing his eyes and looking away. "...Bond," he moaned.