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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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He let go of one of Q's legs so he could take his cock in hand again. His own thrusts where sharp and tight but as his wrist began to move every pull was long and supple and tight.

"You have the most amazing cock," he rasped, his voice gravelly and low. "If you only knew how often I think of sucking you, Q...I could worship you. I want you to come until you can't come anymore. I want you ruin you..."

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"Impossible. I'm indestructible," Q gasped, panting and whimpering as he rocked into the thrusts and did his best to move with Bond.

He was a force of nature, and Q let him crash over him, soaking up every moment of it.

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"I believe it," Bond answered right away. "Indestructible. I could try, though. I'd put up a good fight..."

He managed to keep coordinated, his thrusts coming a bit slower, a bit longer. But his hand kept an even rhythm, working Q's body to bring him off. Bond wanted to come- desperately wanted to come- but he needed to see Q first. That was when he felt truly powerful; when he could satisfy someone and know they were truly spent.

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The closer Q got, the more he grabbed at Bond, clutching and clawing at the other man as his pleasure built.

"Oh god," he gasped, panting and swearing- then falling apart as he came hard in Bond's hand.

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Bond milked him for every drop, then pressed slick fingers to Q's lips.

"Suck," he demanded as he began to fuck him harder, faster, using him for his own pleasure. Q was so incredibly sensual and Bond was so terribly in love. It didn't take him long before he was on the edge.

"Q, shit, Q...I'm...fuck, yes..."

He gasped and stammered and came with one deep thrust, burying himse;\lf in the man as he came undone.

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Spent and shattered, Q obediently sucked Bond's fingers clean. Rolling his hips, he made sure the other man came. Hed never just lay there and take it. He might toy with and tease the man, but he wanted Bond to come, and he'd never make the double-o get there on his own.

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Bond groaned, utterly sated, and he sank down onto Q. He managed to withdraw and move off him just enough that he wasn't crushing him, but he kept close and nuzzled Q's shoulder lazily.

"You are...perfection," he mumbled. "You'll be my downfall."

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"No," Q said softly, breathless and spent. "No, double-o seven. That's one thing I promise to never be."

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"I think I wouldn't mind. If it was you," he confessed. He was drowsy and heavy and suddenly more inclined to honesty- but only because he was with Q and he trusted the man. Trusted him enough that he could speak the truth.

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"Lies and fabrications," Q teased with a drowsy smile. "Get some sleep, Bond. That's an order," he said softly, moving in and pressing a kiss to Bond's cheek.