Q

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He hadn't been nervous until he'd found himself in a gown with pen marks on his skin. Laid back on a gurney in medical, a strap across his chest to secure him, that was when he looked to Q.

"Let's get you relaxed, 007," R said, giving him a pat and pushing some drugs into the line into his arm.

Bond opened his eyes to the featureless January sky out the window- stories above, shown for his viewing pleasure on a screen with some curtains hung on it. He took a deep breath and then smacked his sticky tongue against the roof of his mouth. Clearing his throat, he looked around and it all came back to him. Nothing after R's pat, of course, but the reason he was here.

"Q?" he rasped, knowing he'd be close.

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The fight was on, then. Bond blocked his kick, shoving his leg away, only to pounce on Q a moment later. It was no easy tast, but Bond got on top and pinned both Q's arms.

"Have you forgotten everything since October?" he taunted, aware Q knew just which buttons to push to get what he needed out of Bond.

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"Forgotten everything about what?" Q challenged, still struggling. "I'm sure I don't know what you're referring to, James."

He twisted a little, then tried to roll them over. Though he couldn't quite get the leverage.

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"I thought you were trained up more than this. Has Harry been light on discipline?" he asked mildly.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"I don't need discipline," Q huffed, squirming again, and then doing something he wouldn't have dared do just days ago for fear of hurting the other man- He gave Bond a kick.

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"Oof," he grunted, then paused to look at him.

"The hell you don't," he said, swiftly grabbing, pulling, twisting Q to get the brat over his knee for a proper swat.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q protested loudly, struggling hard and making James work for it. Really work for it. Eventually he settled in though, whimpering softly but notably aroused.