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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.

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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.

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."

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...

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.

Bond was putty in his hands, fluid hips rising to seek friction. A hand reached out and he skimmed fingertips over Q's skin, though his eyes were closed. When Q's slick finger grazed him, one knee drew up and his legs fell apart.

"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.

"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.

Bond wet his lips, lazily watching Q. He was comfortable in bed, and over the years he'd tried most everything. He certainly had his preferences.

And yet his stomach squirmed with anticipation at the thought of Q inside him.

"Please," he smiled, spreading a bit wider in invitation.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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..."

Bond grinned to himself, then licked a stripe along Q's neck.

"Please," he whispered, barely heard.

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.

"Come for me," he repeated, fingers digging into Q as he clung to him and gave in to the pleasure of it all.

He'd honestly never obeyed any of Q's commands, or even suggestions, that quickly.

Q gasped at the feeling, fighting to keep his eyes open so he could memorize every moment, every sound. It was too much though, and moments later he was coming as well, holding Bond tight as he came deep inside him.

Once the force of it passed and they both began to relax, Bond held him lightly and nuzzled in close.

"I love you, Q," he sighed, utterly love-drunk.

I love you too, James," Q whispered, carefully pulling out, then slowly dragging himself off to go get them each a damp towel to wash up. Q took a moment to clean up in the bathroom, bringing back a cloth for Bond and dropping it onto the other man's chest before climbing back into bed beside him and kissing his shoulder.

"Alright?" He asked softly.

"Mmm, very," he purred.

He fluffed the pillow and sat up a bit against it, opening the covers for Q to join him.

"Are you?" he asked then, studying Q curiously.

"Better than I was," Q said as he curled up against the other man and slipped and arm around him.

Bond held him and enjoyed the silence.

"The storm has passed," he said softly. "I didn't even notice the rain..."

"Me either," Q confessed. "You really are the best distraction," he added with a smile, leaning in and kissing Bond's cheek.

"Sleep, Q. You've got work again in the morning," he said softly. "And a daytime detail. I'm on the clock, you know."

He was teasing, but it was the truth. Right now, Bond was his bodyguard.

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