Q

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Bond was sitting on a train, watching the target talking on the phone. He had his keffiyeh slung around his throat and sunglasses on to disguise himself a bit. No one paid him any attention, all talking amongst themselves, business men heading into Damascus, mostly, but others as well. He knew that he had to be discreet, he couldn't just execute the man in a crowd.

The train slowed and then stopped and the target rose. Bond followed, pushing his way through the crowd.He made it up next to the target and slipped a tracker into his pocket, then peeled away from him.

"Alright, Q, he's yours to follow now. I'm going to go find transportation while he hails a cab. And keep an eye on the satellites," he said, telling Q how to do his job a bit. But as he exited the station and he saw the target slip into a black Audi, he realized this wasn't what they'd had planned.

"He's not taking a cab. I'm improvising," he said, stalking through the crowd and slipping into a waiting Range Rover, its owner standing mere feet away as Bond outright stole the vehicle.

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[0_0_7]

Bond nuzzled in against Q and feel silent. It was mere moments before sleep claimed him. It was only the medication that made it possible. Any other night the action of keeping alive would have had him up all night, likely using Q's body to burn off all his extra energy. But not tonight. Tonight he really was little more than an old dog who had done too much.

[quartermaster_q]

Q lay awake for quite a while, though he eventually drifted off as well, embracing Bond as if he could protect him from the man that loomed over them both.

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Bond slept hard, unmoving and solid against Q. But in the wee hours he woke. Simply woke. He stared at Q until he could make out the shape of him, then slowly dark details came into focus.

He hurt and he was fatigued, but against Q in bed he had only one thing on his mind. He began to pet and fondle the other man and kissed him softly to rouse him.

[quartermaster_q]

Q squirmed a bit, wiggling and mewling as he fought conciousness. Left to his own devices, once Q was asleep he would stay that way for as long as possible. As easily as he could go days without sleep, he could spend whole days in bed.

Bond won eventually though, and the young quartermaster protested softly as he awoke.

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"That's better," Bond said softly. "I was starting to think I'd have to go down on you to get you to open your eyes," he chuckled, hands still moving and lips still mapping soft skin.

[quartermaster_q]

"Wanker," Q protested, laughing a little and rolling away. "God, it's too early. I just want to sleep."

[0_0_7]

"Be awake now. Then I'll let you sleep til noon," Bind murmured against Q's bare neck.

[quartermaster_q]

"Give me a good reason," Q grinned, burying his face in the pillow.

[0_0_7]

Bond said nothing and merely moved on him, straddling him, and began to kiss his way down Q's back from the base of his neck to the crack of his perfect ass.

[quartermaster_q]

"You are absolutely rotten," Q sighed, though he was still smiling and still looking content.

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Bond chuckled softly and slicked a finger before massaging the tight pucker of Q's ass. He didn't press in, only adored the rim to make the younger man gasp and rut.

[quartermaster_q]

Q moaned, rutting gently against the bed and groaning deeply.

"Utter bastard," he groaned. "Lovely, perfect, absolute wanker..."

[0_0_7]

Bond kept slicking his finger to keep everything wet as he taunted Q. He bent over him and kissed the lovely swell of his cheeks and down to the sensitive skin on the backs of his thighs.

Then as his finger worked inside he used his tongue to lick behind Q's balls, the sensitive skin usually ignored in favor of more direct stimulation.

[quartermaster_q]

Q moaned loudly, then rocked back slightly in search of more.

"Oh god, Bond... Please," he babbled softly- letting out a groan as one of their phones began to ring.

"No, no, no- Not now," he whined.

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For his part, Bond ignored it. If the world were going to hell they'd both be ringing. He licked and teased Q mercilessly, intent on making him shake with need.

The phone stopped ringing. There was a few seconds of peace, a chime of a voicemail, and then the bloody thing began to ring again.

[quartermaster_q]

Q's soon chimed in, and he made a small sound of pure agony as he forced himself to reach for it.

"Q," he greeted simply, doing his best to keep his tone level and even.

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Bond didn't stop, not for a second. He slicked his finger and as Q talked on the phone he slipped it inside him, working it around to get him slick and loose. And from where he was he could tease the man's balls with his tongue, so he lavished attention there as well.

[quartermaster_q]

"Yes- I- I um..."

Q had to bite his lip to silence himself, then took a calming breath. "I assure you everything is fine, sir. Double-o seven was simply grazed by a bullet, nothing more. I was a-actually about to take a shower. So-so if I could just... call back..."

Oh for gods sake, Q. Just put him on the phone. I don't care what you to are up to. Frankly I'd be happy to never know," M sighed.

Q's hand shook as he tried to pass Bond the phone.

"It's for you."

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Bond groaned in protest. He'd been enjoying himself- all the more because it was a joy to try too get Q to crack. But M was not to be put off so he took the phone and sat up.

"Yes sir, just grazed. How many did he kill?" he asked. "No, we have material proving it was Terrance, not terrorists. This was incredibly personal."

He was quiet then and M was dangerously quiet as well.

"I understand, sir. Of course. Thank you."

He sighed as he hung up.

"The good news is we're not sacked," he said. "The bad news is we're both off active duty until Terrance is caught. He made it exceptionally clear that we are to clean up this mess at all costs...but it will be on our own time."

[quartermaster_q]

"Of course we are," Q sighed, flopping face down onto the pillow.

"I do know an easy way to draw him out- but you're not going to like it."

[0_0_7]

"Probably not. What is it?" Bond asked as he stretched to put the phone back on the bedside table. "Go on..."

[quartermaster_q]

"I might know a way to reach out to him. ...I could tell him I want to come home," he suggested, turning over to look at the double-o.

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"I don't need to tell you how incredibly dangerous that is," Bond said quietly.

But he distinctly didn't say no. They needed an idea that would work.

[quartermaster_q]

"It's mental, and I hate it. ...If you have a better idea, Bond, I'm all ears," Q assured him.

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"I don't, Q. We're at a loss. He has every advantage and I've no idea how to draw him out. He's ahead of us at literally every turn," Bond sighed. "If we're to put you out there I want you positively laden with trackers. If he takes out one, I want a back up. Takes that out, there's one more. Will you do that?"