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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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.

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"You can't just order me around when you see fit," Bond protested, but he gladly settled in. He slipped the condom off and tossed it in the bin nearby, then draped his arm over Q.

Before five minutes had passed his breathing had even out and he was sleeping heavily, unwilling to let Q go.

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Q lay silently, watching and listening. It was so rare he got to see Bond like this, and he took the time to truly treasure it- Aware he might not see it again for a while.

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Bond slept deeply, utterly peacefully, for about three hours. But then he woke and slipped from Q's embrace. Slipping into some bottoms, he made himself comfortable in a chair, watching out the front window. His gun sat beside him.

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Q had drifted off, but woke not long after Bond, rising quietly and lingering in the doorway as he watched the other man sitting guard.

He wanted to tell him to come back to bed- To assure him it would all be alright...

Instead he went and took a hot shower and put the kettle on.

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Bond waited until he heard the clink of the spoon in Q's mug before he got up and walked over to join him.

"Nightmares?" he asked softly.

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Shaking his head, Q smiled softly.

"Empty bed," he replied, pouring another cup- this one prepared the way he knew Bond liked it.

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"I was keeping watch," Bond said, explaining and not apologizing. But he did move in closer and rest a warm hand on Q's back. For someone trained to kill without a thought he could be remarkably gentle.

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"I saw. You're quite the guard dog, double-o seven," Q replied, handing the mug to the double-o and then sipping from his own.

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"I can be," he replied, smirking at the edge of the mug. Tea wasn't his drink of choice, but Q had made it and so he didn't put up any fuss.

"I don't like the thought of you frightened. For any reason," he said. "I'll do my best to keep that from happening."

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"I'm not frightened," Q said defensively. "Not of him. Not of anyone, I'm not some cowardly little boy."

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"I'd be frightened. Maybe you're made of sterner stuff," Bond said. "Fear is nothing to be ashamed of, you know."

He sipped his tea and thought for a moment of fear, his mind rolling back to Severine and the tremble in her voice when she spoke of Silva. He'd told her he knew all there was to know about fear, but the week Q had been captive he had learned there was still plenty. His mind went to dark places as he imagined what horrors the man was going through.