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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"The thought makes me ill. To think of you at his mercy..." he said, savaging Q's neck then with kisses and careful bites. He took care not to leave any livid marks. He didn't need to give Terrance a reason to be angry or possessive.

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"I'll be fine, I promise. With any luck he'll not have me long," Q soothed, tilting his head to try and chase Bond's lips and kiss him hard.

"Whatever happens though, Bond. I love you."

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"I know. That is something I will never doubt. Not for a moment," he said before taking possession of Q's tongue. And then there was no more conversation, only gasps and moans and hands and mouths and Bond rutting against Q lewdly.

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Q didn't hesitate to let himself enjoy it. For all he was doing his best to seem confident and calm- a small art of him feared that this could all go wrong. That perhaps Terrance wouldn't take him. That instead he'd find himself facing the man's rage- That his last moments of life would be spent with a man he hated, and not the man he loved.

"Promise me you'll come for me," he whispered between kisses. "Promise me, Bond."

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"I promise. I swear, Q. I'll come for you. I'll bring you home," Bond said, his hands slowing to hold Q possessively. He backed off to look into the man's eyes, his own steely and sure. "I will not have you with him any longer than necessary. I'll get you and I'll kill him. I will kill him."

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Not so long ago, Q hadn't been sure he wanted Terrance dead.

Now he was certain.

"Good," he said softly. "Good."

His hands were shaking, and he exhaled with a shudder. "We should do this now- before I loose my nerve," he added- though he didn't let go of Bond, and he made no move to get out of bed.

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Bond knew what he meant, but he couldn't help himself. He climbed fully onto Q, straddling the man's thighs. His cock glided against Q's and he slipped his hand between them to take hold of both of them.

"Soon," he whispered, stroking and thrusting. Maybe they didn't have time for a fuck, even a fast one, but Bond would make certain Q had something to think of while they were apart.

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Q's head tipped back, and he groaned deeply as he clutched Bond's arms tightly and rocked up into his touch.

"Fuck," he swore softly, the obscenity sounding all the more filthy as it rolled off that posh sounding tongue.

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"Such a mouth on you," Bond said. "I love when you say that. Fuck. And please. And James," he said. Bond worked to make it good, his hand solid and sure as he pulled them off together. He wasn't slick so his cock tugged at Q's skin, making the loose sleeve slip over the rigid flesh beneath.

"So fucking perfect, Q. I'd have you no other way. I love you. I love you more than anything..."

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Q whimpered, and it was a sound of pleasure as much as it was a sound of pain.

He didn't want to go back to Terrance- Not even for a moment- Now when he had this. Not now that he had...

"James," he gasped, his pleasure growing as he rolled his hips and covered Bond's hand with his own.

He wanted to feel the other man come. He wanted to know he could give him pleasure- Fleeting though it might be.

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Bond's pleasure built and he had no reason to hold back. He wouldn't stop until Q was satisfied but he felt it, his release right there, the edge of it...

And then a cry tore from him as he spilled across Q's stomach and all over his own hand, making his grip slick as he pulled Q to his own end.

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Watching Bond come undone was all it took. That moment of bliss on the double-o's face sent him right over the edge, and Q cried out softly as he came. His eyes slipped shut, and his back arched as he whimpered and spilled his seed over warm skin.

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Bond crushed himself against Q, come slicking them both and gluing them together. He plunged clean fingers into Q's hair and kissed him, soft sounds of need coming from him. He may have found his release but he was still just as needy. He needed to kiss and to touch and to have time to come down, to be close and safe and peaceful, just now before all hell broke loose.

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Q came down slowly, clinging to Bond and holding on as if he never wanted to let go.

"Give me a better idea," he pleaded softly. "I don't want to go back to him, not even for a moment. I don't want anyone to touch me but you," he whispered.

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"There isn't a better idea," Bond said softly. "We all do things we would rather not. But you're strong, Q. You're strong and I'll be right on your heels. The end is almost on us. And then we'll have peace."

Peace as much as they could be allowed. There would be another nemesis, another adversary. There always was. Some new threat on the horizon. But none like Terrance. Nothing like him.

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Q said nothing, but he knew Bond was right.

"I think I'd like to take a bath," he said softly. "Then we can get to work."