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Harry and Q

Harry had made the arrangements and Bond and Q arrived just on time to the restaurant where they found Harry waiting with wine. As soon as they sat, a server brought a lovely amuse.

Bond wore a dark blue suit, white shirt and a blue tie Q favoured. Beneath his clothes, he had worn a ring to keep himself in check. One day he'd prove to Harry he didn't need it, that he could find a bit of self discipline, but so far he'd proven otherwise.

And this dinner was certainly not going to go the way the last one had.

He waited for Q to sat, then sat as well.

"I've been looking forward to this all day," he remarked.

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"You should try and get that in writing," Q quipped to Harry.

Harry chuckled. “I confess though, as much as I would not want to see it, shooting a quickly moving target that small would be an impressive feat.”

The server returned with their first course then, and Harry looked pleased.

"I'm not sure I could do that," Bond chuckled warmly. "I recognize my limitations."

It was truly remarkable that he said that, out loud, like it was the truth.

Q raised a brow at that, but he didn't comment. Though he did finally try his drink.

"Mmm, that's nice," he noted.

"So what do you two think we should do after dinner?" Harry asked casually as he spread some butter onto an absolutely marvelous looking piece of bread. He wanted them to know that he didn't always need to take charge of every detail.

"I was hoping for dessert at your house," Bond mentioned casually.

Q chewed his bottom lip, then suggested something else.

"I was thinking we could try a club again," the boffin said.

Since Q had brought up that possibility the night they'd been together, he was glad that he was the one to raise it again now.

"That sounds like a very promising idea," Harry said. "I confess, I'm not that knowledgeable about the options. James, do you know of a different one that might suit our needs?"

"I know several," he replied with a nod.

"That wouldn't be a problem."

"Oh, good," Q said, nodding a bit and trying not to blush or look flustered. "I think it would make for a nice evening."

"I think so too," said Harry.

Under the table, he put his hand on Q's knee, and squeezed lightly before releasing it, and met Bond's eyes as he did so.

Bond met Harry's gaze and his cock began to throb with his heartbeat.

He looked down first.

"What sort of club are you thinking, Q?" he asked, reaching for his phone to look through his contacts. "How severe?"

"I don't know," Q admitted, glancing at Harry for some sort of guidance. "Perhaps not too severe for our first time all together."

"I agree," said Harry. "Not too severe yet."

He was already beginning to imagine how this might go. It was rather distracting.

Bond found the number of the club he wanted and sent a text. Moments later, he had a confirmation number.

"We have a reservation," he smiled, tucking his phone away. He looked to Q, then to Harry.

"I think you'll both be pleased."

Q smiled, ducking his head a bit.

"I might order the Käsespätzle," he said finally.

"Sounds delicious," Harry said. "I had a very good one the last time I was in Berlin..."

They chatted a bit more as they waited for their food, which arrived and was just as good as expected. To Harry it all just felt very... easy. Normal. Like a typical dinner date with someone you'd been having dinner with for a decade.

And then they were in a black car heading to... well, wherever James was leading them. Q between them in the back seat.

Bond didn't even need the GPS. He navigated directly to the club, which was simply a building, like any other shop, in a row along a street. He parked, and led the way in.

He held the door for Harry.

"The reservation is under Smythe," he said quietly as the man passed.

Q was quiet for now, lingering near Harry, but occasionally glancing at James. This place was nicer than the clubs he'd been to on his own, and after their last adventure... Well, he was a bit nervous about doing or saying the wrong thing.

Harry was pleased by how nice it was inside. He was a bit unsure about their dynamic here though, considering that James was more familiar with not only this specific club but the norms and opportunities of these places in general. Perhaps he could encourage a nice balance, one that might be appealing to Q as well.

He went up to the front desk and gave the woman there the name.

There was a bit of paperwork, all of them signing consent forms with an assigned number. The first room they passed into had a coat and shoe check, and then they were allowed in.

A large room, well and warmly lit, with several seating options. One comfortable chair was occupied by a man using a naked woman as a desk for his laptop as he worked, a lit cigarette burning in an ashtray balanced on her ass. Men and women sat in pairs and groups.

Bond paused long enough for them to look, then looked to Harry to keep going.

Deeper in, the scenes grew rougher. Bond walked slowly so the pair could take in the scenes other people were sharing in public.

But the trio found themselves buzzed through a door to a private room.

Bond looked at them both once they were safe inside.

"I thought a private room was a good idea," he said.

Q lingered at the door a beat longer than he meant to, watching the people outside, then scurried in and shut the door.

"It's a nice room," he noted, stepping in deeper and looking around. It looked posh, and yet there were barely hidden details that revealed it's true purpose, as well as plenty of cupboards and cabinets full of secrets.

Harry took note of how Q's eyes lingered on the other patrons.

"Well done, James," he said, agreeing with Q. "I assume you've been here before. This club... this room, too?"

He began to wander, opening drawers and cabinets to see what they had to work with.

"Not this room," he replied. "But I've been out there, and I thought we might prefer...fewer eyes."

What he'd actually thought was he'd be damned before they bumped into anyone else. God forbid he learn about Tanner's tastes.

Q listened to them talk, then opened a drawer, finding a very large plug and then awkwardly putting it back.

"I have a question though. ...Who, um- Who's in charge here?"

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