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There was a sharp crack of gunfire that made the comm squeal in Q branch. The Double-0 in the field grunted, then began to pant, and continued making familiar sounds of effort as he ran full bore.

"Report," M barked in his ear.

"He ran," Bond replied, as if that should be obvious.

"Can you catch him?"

There was no answer. For a few tense moments there was only measured breathing, Bond's rhythm driving him on. On Q's screen, the small dot that indicated the agent moved north, then northwest, then vanished entirely in the middle of an intersection.

"I'm in the sewer," he said simply.

The announcement gave Q time to find him.

A moment later, there was an explosion and the comm cut out entirely.

M looked at Tanner and Q, Moneypenny...only looked at Q.

"Get me satellite," Tanner barked at Q's underling and a moment later there was an image of a smoking crater where Bond's signal had been. The smartblood monitor blinked OFFLINE. That didn't mean dead, but it certainly wasn't good.

"Bond?" M said. "Report."

Silence.

"Double-0-Seven, report," M repeated.

Silence.

"Keep the comm open," M finally said, then stalked out of the room.

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Q struggled lightly against the hold on his neck, a bit startled by the man's words- But this was James, and Q couldn't bring himself to believe it was anything more than the man playing a part. Perhaps James had seen more of him than he'd realized, knew the sort of filth he daydreamed about. It was what he did after all. Q picked apart puzzles and code, James picked apart people.

Eventually he went still beneath James' grip, struggling to swallow beneath the pressure of his palm.

"Then I consent," he said, voice ever so slightly strained.

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Bond wet his lips and then smiled, his teeth bright and sharp.

"And I gladly agree," he said, ducking his chin to kiss Q's chest, suck a mark, and then bite him hard enough to mark him with a bruise that would linger for days.

The harder he bit, the harder he got and he ground his cock against Q obscenely.

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It shouldn't have been so arousing, but the crueler James was the louder Q got, moaning as the man marked him as his.

So much for being cautious.

"James," he panted.

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It didn't matter why there'd been an explosion, the heat, the concussion, the stink of it still in his unwashed hair all clung to him as he'd never once flinched. Death would come and Bond wouldn't blink.

But he would cling to life, and there was no better way to feel alive than to come. He often wondered what Q thought after a dangerous mission when Bond seduced someone and took them to bed. It never really mattered who that were. Since the gallery, he'd only ever imagined they were Q as he fucked them to prove he was alive.

While Q had been in the shower, Bond had slipped a tube under the pillow. When he was satisfied with the mark, livid and obvious, he licked it with one broad swipe of his tongue before looking at Q.

"It is unfair, how you say my name," he said as he grabbed the tube and slicked his cock.

He didn't bother to prepare Q.

He didn't even warn Q.

He simply grabbed him, positioned him, and sank into him. Bond rested on his ankles and jerked Q to him so he was ass up, shoulders down, and utterly on display as Bond filled him.

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It was sudden, and painful, and Q cried out as he clawed at James' arms and his body adjusted to the intrusion.

He whimpered, head thrown back in pleasure as the ache turned into something good, something perfect.

"James," he panted again, as though he'd forgotten how to say anything else.

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Bond rocked into him, hands gripping Q's narrow hips tightly.

"This is mine," he said simply, sinking in to punctuate his words.

A hand let go, but only to stroke his cock.

"This you can share," he said. "Understood?"

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Q did not understand, but honestly, James could have told him they were going to rob banks after this and the boffin still would have nodded in agreement.

"I... Yes, okay, sure," he babbled, bucking hard into James' hand. "James', please I need... I'm so close," he panted.

His own hands were still gripping James' arms tightly, little marks forming now where short nails dug into skin. Q was always so focused and sure, but like this he was completely lost to pleasure.

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Bond stopped stroking and only gripped him.

"Not until I do," he said, then let him go.

Bond rose and slipped free, shifted and rolled Q up, knees on Bond's shoulders as he sank in deep. He pushed forward, all but folding Q in half so he could kiss him, too.

There was a fervor behind his passion he only felt on nights like this.

He knew death had never been a real possibility for either of them tonight. He'd seen to that. But that didn't change how his cock had been hard before he'd even gotten up off the pavement. He felt alive and chased that high.

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Q couldn't do much like this, eyes falling shut as he focused on the feeling of James on him, inside him... He didn't think about the bomb, about what this meant for them, how everything was changing. Didn't think about how Eve would know, she'd just be able to tell...

His mind was blissfully blank in a way it never was. Like it never had been before.

He'd do anything to feel like this all the time.

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Bond fucked him hard, driving himself to the edge. As he came, sinking deep to leave his gift there, he nearly crushed Q to kiss him.

Spent, he eased off and began to toy with Q's cock.

"When I have my implant, I want to hear it, every time you come. Whatever time. Whoever you're with. I want to hear it. Will you make that happen? Make it happen, Q? Let me hear you come," he purred, tugging him toward destruction.

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Q whimpered, tired but desperate to come as he bucked helplessly into Bond's fist.

"Yes, fine, yes," he babbled, hips bucking up harder and faster until finally he found his release.

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He'd made Q earn it and was impressed with the force that ripped through Q as he came apart. Bond stroked him through it, then gently untangled from him, laid him down, and kissed him. Soft, slow kisses. The tenderest hands.

"That's My Boy," he said, deeply pleased.

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Q melted into the bed, brainless, spent... And happy.

He held onto Bond lightly, not wanting to let go, to break contact.

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Bond unrolled him and settled him comfortably, then held him close in the warmth and quiet.

"I love you, Q. I've wanted you for my own for so long."

He kissed his jaw.

"The bruise will suffice until I find an appropriate token. Rings and collars both are...obvious."

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"I love you too," Q said, turning his head to catch Bond's lips with his own. "You don't need to get anything. If you say I'm yours, I'm yours. I do need to know what that means though. Are we exclusive?"

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"No," he said. "In fact, you should make a point to date everyone Eve shoves at you. Or, perhaps, Harry..."

He paused, thrilled at his idea.

"...But no one fucks you but me. Put your cock where you like, but your ass is mine," Bond said firmly.

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"I'm not really... I mean, I top sometimes..." Q said awkwardly.

"But yes, alright," he agreed.

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Bond didn't say anything. He only looked at Q.

"And I'm going to tell you this again, not to assure you, but as an order this time. You'll keep this secret at all cost. Even from Eve. R. Tanner. No one will know, do you understand?"

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"I'm not an idiot, Bond," Q replied, frowning. "I'm not going to tell them. ...Though I do wish I could. I hate that this has to be a secret."

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"Top secret," he purred. "Classified."

He rolled half on him and kissed him. It ached with love, but Bond controlled him with it, too.

"Eyes-only..." he whispered against his lips.

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Q protested a little, but eventually returning the kiss with eager lips.

"And what about you? Do I get to claim you?"

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"You're going to be in my ear any time you like. You'll be with me wherever I am."

He kissed him softly.

"You'll be the only one inside me, too."

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"Given your apparent preferences, that hardly seems fair," Q pushed back.

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"What do you propose as fair?" Bond asked, genuinely curious.

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"You only fuck me, unless it's a mission," Q shrugged, wondering if Bond would accept. "In return... I'm yours. You can have what you want from me anytime you want, and I wont say no. ...Even at work."