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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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"You don't know that," Q said, shrugging and pulling away as he went to sit on the bed.

"I don't think either of us can predict what might happen at six. Everytime I think I have it all figured out, something changes or shifts. Half the time I don't even know if Mallory is going to scold me or give me a raise."

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Bond gave him a curious look.

"Q...You're the youngest Quartermaster in the history of MI6. If anyone were more capable, you wouldn't be here. You're not going to get sacked," he scoffed.

Bond had no idea about Q's past. He'd done a cursory search, knowing Q wouldn't have a public profile, and wasn't surprised when he found nothing. He'd heard a few things, but not much.

He honestly found the fact that Q was a mystery to be a bit of a thrill.

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Q wanted to say he was also a massive fuck up- But he couldn't bring himself to. He didn't want the other man to know about his past if he didn't have to tell him.

"I suppose," he said softly.

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"Rest easy," Bond soothed. "You could be anywhere, but you're at 6. Where you belong."

Of that, he was certain.

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"I hope you're right," Q said, hesitating, then offering his hand.

"Come to bed?"

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Bond took his hand and nodded.

"You ask like I might refuse," he replied, kissing him all the way there, and then down to the pillow.

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"You might, you do like to surprise me," Q pointed out between kisses. "One day you might abandon me, leave me a husk of a man..."

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"Impossible," he replied, a whisper against Q's mouth. "You're mine."

And in case Bond's tone left any doubt, he began to manhandle him out of every stitch.

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"You say that, but people leave cats on the street all the time. Give them pretty little collars and then discard them in parks," Q insisted, though he was laughing a little, the melancholy a bit put on now.

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"Oh, Q," Bond admonished. "As if I'd discard good pussy."

His smirk announced that he thought he was hilarious.

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Q smacked his shoulder, frowning slightly. "I'm being vulnerable, you absolute twat."

Though for all he was sulking now, he clearly wasn't as upset as he was pretending to be.

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Bond laughed a little, got it out of his system, then began to kiss Q and touch him and make himself a general nuisance.

"I would never," he said. "I love you."

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Q happily squirmed beneath him, until he took James in hand and started to pull him off.

"I love you too, James," he said softly, his tone more sentimental now.

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He wondered if Q would burn down the world if anyone harmed the double 0, if he could possibly love Bond as much as Bond loved him.

There was only one way to know, and he hoped, for both their sakes, it was something that would never arise. Bond groaned as Q's hand proved the ultimate distraction from any thoughts of love or disaster.

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Sometimes this still didn't feel real, that Bond couldn't have chosen him. Why would he? He was perfection, and Q was just... Q. But he was here and he was claiming him as what he wanted, and... And it was everything.

"You're even more beautiful in moments of pleasure."

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Bond's breath caught and he immediately grabbed Q's wrist.

"I'll be too pretty to look at if you don't stop," he panted.

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Q's hand stilled, but he rolled his hips a little so Bond could feel his arousal.

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"You drive me mad," he said as he formed to Q and began to grind against him. "I want you more than I care to admit. Do you have any idea how much effort it took today in M's office? Almost too much..."

Bond would never crack, but he also rarely admitted how difficult it could be to hide everything.

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"Good, now you know how I've felt since we met," Q gasped.

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"You haven't," he countered in disbelief...and flattered it could be true.

"It's a wonderful either of us get anything done at all..." he smirked a bit, then chased another kiss.

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Q hummed in agreement, then moaned into the kiss, pressing closer and practically clawing at him.

"That first day, at the museum... You thought I was some student trying to pull you. I might as well have been, because I knew I wanted you the moment I saw you," he confessed.

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"I was sure there was some mistake. Or maybe a joke. Someone sending someone so beautiful to me..." he said, drawing back enough to admire Q.

"A work of art worthy of the Gallery," he said with absolute confidence as he looked at Q.

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Q was sure no one had ever spoken about him the way James did. He'd always been lost in the crowd. He didn't think himself unattractive, just... Nothing special.

"There was nothing in that place as beautiful as you," Q said quietly. "When I saw you... I'd seen photos, I knew you were handsome, but... You are so much more than just handsome. It's not just your looks that drew me in, it was the set of your jaw, the way you spoke... I knew I wanted you."

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"And now you have me," he said softly.

And then he grinned like a wicked child.

"And you'll never be rid of me."

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"Certainly not if we keep winding up in safe houses. Should we have the wedding in one?" he joked.