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Around the time the rest of Q branch was clearing out to catch to Tube and find their way home before the sun set, Bond wandered in to see if Q was ready.
"They've set the implant for Thursday morning," he said. "Unless something comes up."
As he made his announcement, he picked up a new creation to inspect it.
"They've set the implant for Thursday morning," he said. "Unless something comes up."
As he made his announcement, he picked up a new creation to inspect it.
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"Certainly not if we keep winding up in safe houses. Should we have the wedding in one?" he joked.
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The thought of marriage hurt more than he'd ever admit, and would never show.
”Probably the best place,” he laughed instead.
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"Maybe on separate contents via coms," the boffin chuckled.
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"The very definition of romance," he quipped.
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Q smiled, utterly charmed by the other man.
"I don't think I'll ever actually wed," he admitted.
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"M suggested...the last one..." he clarified, "...That I either marry or name a next of kin for the next time I die near the equator."
He shifted a little to rest comfortably while they chatted.
"I don't think she was concerned with my love life. Just my estate."
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"She could be cruel sometimes," Q said. "I know you were married before. It's in your file."
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"I've no doubt you know more about me than anyone," he said. "If you've seen my file."
His fingers drew lazy lines over Q's skin, learning his body, every freckle and hair.
"I wasn't married long," he offered.
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Q covered his hand with his own, squeezing it gently.
"You've known a lot of loss," he said softly.
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"It's the nature of the game," Bond said. "There will always be losses."
Some costs were higher than others, but always it came down to his loyalty to the empire- and the number M had worked on him since he'd been in college that he was blind to- that he weathered their losses and carried on.
"And there will always be a winner," he smiled then.
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Q entwined their fingers, holding on lightly, then squeezing.
"It's a shit game," he said after a moment. "But if I have to play it at all, I'm glad I at least get to be on your team."
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Bond's breath caught and then he collided with Q, kissing him hungrily. Greddy fingers grabbed at him and hauled him close as the agent moved Q almost effortlessly to where it was difficult to tell where one man ended and the other began.
Tangled like that, Bond thought it might not be the worst idea. Marriage.
Maybe...maybe retirement. Surely they'd let him go.
Surely he could let 6 go...
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Q let out a little gasp against Bond's lips, coiling around him and kissing him soundly in return.
He wouldn't like to admit it out loud, but just the press of Bond's lips was like a little hit of ecstasy, enough to make the world melt away as he let himself coil around him again. His touches were clumsy, but his desire obvious, and after a moment he rolled them over so he could be on top. It took a moment, but he found the lube and started to slick the other man's cock- Before changing his mind and cautiously testing the waters as he slipped a single digit between the man's cheeks, lightly grazing over tender skin, just to see what might happen.
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"Are you mine, Q? Do I really get every part of you?" he purred, managing to open his eyes just a little to look at him.
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"Every last inch, every last quirk," Q assured him, slowly slipping his finger inside and starting to prepare the other man.
He didn't do this often, and it showed. He was a little clumsy, perhaps unsure of himself. He wanted to though- He wasn't sure why even. Maybe he needed proof Bond was truly his.
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And yet his stomach squirmed with anticipation at the thought of Q inside him.
"Please," he smiled, spreading a bit wider in invitation.
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"A rare word from those lips," Q said, slicking himself now and lining up his cock.
"What a treat," he added, before slowly filling the other man.
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As Q filled him, Bond slowly wrapped himself around him. A leg hooked him, an arm around his waist and another plunging fingers into his thick, dark hair.
"Please," he groaned in Q's ear, more than willing to beg in the moment.
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Q moaned as he filled him slowly, bracing himself against the headboard as he began to thrust.
James felt... Perfect, tight and solid and... Just perfect, that was the only word he had as his other hand slipped between them to begin to stroke him.
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Bond moved with him, pushing into his touch, grinding as he filled him. His fingers slid lower until he could palm Q's ass.
"Mine," he growled softly, sucking a kiss where he could reach on Q's shoulder.
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Q didn't argue that, it would be a terrible lie. Instead he just hitched one of Bond's legs a little higher and started fucking him even harder than before.
He struggled to get closer, kissing James with an uncomfortable grunt, before redoubling his efforts and building up a better rhythm.
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When he realized what Q was doing, Bond squirmed and moved his legs and gave Q all the acces he could want.
"Once you're in my ear, I expect to remind me of this," he whispered near Q's ear. "I'll have you in me...always."
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It was hard, but Q leaned in, lips against the shell of Bond's ear.
"I would hope I wouldn't need to remind you, double-o seven," he murmured. "But if that's what you'd like..."
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Bond grinned to himself, then licked a stripe along Q's neck.
"Please," he whispered, barely heard.
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Q couldn't help but smile a bit at that, pulling James off with determination now as he sat up a little to get a better grip and begin to fuck him faster.
"Come for me," he murmured.
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