Q

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Chatter had alerted them to the plot to assassinate the Syrian ambassador on his trip to London to speak to Parliament. They had deployed both 006 and 007 to handle the situation. Alec was on the ambassador to protect him and Bond was charged with taking care of the assassin.

Q had worked his technological wizardry and had found that Anika Vostov was the most likely killer and she'd come in to the country legitimately through Heathrow, papers completely in order. That was her M.O., brazen woman that she was. Bond set out to find her and had actually met her in the bar of the hotel she was staying in.

Q was in his ear as he chatted her up. The easiest thing would be to seduce her and take her out in the privacy of her room.

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Bond basked in the attention all the way to the bed where he finally put Q down...only to immediately set about undressing him. He wasted no time, nimble fingers popping buttons. As soon as he had Q's shirt off he undid his own cuffs and the top two buttons and pulled his off over his head.

"Enough talk," he said then, grabbing Q and kissing him with a desperation that was practically unreal.

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"Oh, you like when I talk," Q protested between kisses. "You like each and every posh syllable."

He broke the kiss, then ducked his head low as he bit down hard on Bond's shoulder, marking the agent as his.

"I want you to ride me," he said. " I want you on me, I want to watch you as you ride my cock. ...I want to fuck you double-o seven," he murmured, choosing all the right words to emphasise in that crisp and cool tone of his.

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His fingers went to Q's fly and all but tore his belt free and popped the trousers. He lunged in for another kiss, groaning at Q's words.

"My god, you're a devil," he said as he forced his own trousers off and then pushed Q down to the bed. He was on him in an instant, kissing his chest and belly and licking his cock, eager as could be.

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"Your devil," Q purred, gasping and then groaning softly in pleasure and stretching out to put himself on display.

Though his own eyes were on Bond, sitting up a little so he could watch the other man.

"God you are beautiful. You are stunning, double-o seven."

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He ran his hands up and down Q's thighs briefly before pushing his legs together and straddling them. In position, he took hold of Q's cock and his together and began to stroke them. His free hand glided down his body. He knew what he looked like- fit, but scarred. When Q looked at him, though, he felt beautiful. Like maybe he really was some sort of sculpture rather than just a weapon.

"I'd rather see you," he said simply. Only the truth. He'd never met anyone as beautiful as Q, though he knew his eye was biased.

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Q smiled faintly at that, always flattered to have the other man's attention- though soon he was moaning, his head tipping back and his lips slightly parted.

"Fuck," he swore softly.

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"I need you inside me," Bond said softly. "Not often, but sometimes...sometimes I need you so much..."

It was a gentle confession, but meaningful. Bond didn't just let Q have him. He wanted it. He wanted Q in every way possible.

His hand slipped away from their cocks and he reached for the lube. He purposely did not select a condom. He simply made himself ready, moaning softly as he did.

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And Q knew he was fortunate to be wanted in such a way by the double-o. To be given something he felt certain few others were offered.

"It's yours whenever you desire it, James."

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James. Of all the things Q could ever possibly say that affected Bond, hearing him call him James completely undid him.

"I'll remember that," he said as he rose up, held Q rigid, and impaled himself on him. Bond was tight and unaccustomed to this sort of violation so it took quite a while before Q was deep within him. Bond winced and hissed, but the pain was something he welcomed and soon enough it felt indescribably good.

He sighed softly and forced himself to look at Q.

"That's more like it," he said.

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Q lifted his hips, thrusting up and watching the man through half-lidded eyes.

"God you are beautiful," he murmured, admiring the way Bond moved. The deep lines on his face that told of age contrasted sharply with the scarred but fit body that rode him at a perfect pace. Both beautiful in their own way. There was something about those lines around Bond's bright blue eyes, and the stray white hairs in the stubble on his chin, something that made Q's pulse quicken.

Perhaps he simply had a type- Q didn't know, and he didn't care to dive deeply into his subconscious to figure out what it meant. ...He only knew that in his eyes there was no one more desirable than Bond.

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Bond found the perfect pace, the perfect angle, and he rose and fell on Q for his own pleasure. Then without warning he dropped forward and grabbed Q's arms to pin him to the bed. As soon as he had the younger man secure he began to moved faster, grind down harder, taking the upper hand even though he was on the receiving end.

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Usually it would have been exactly what Q wanted. Usually it would have drawn deep moans from the younger man- But not tonight. Not when he knew he'd find himself at Alec's feet in the morning.

No, tonight he needed control.

Growling softly, he bucked up hard, using the sharp thrust as a distraction before freeing one arm and rolling them over.

"No," he said darkly, hitching Bond's leg's up and sinking in deep. "Not tonight- Tonight I am in control. Do you understand?" he asked calmly.

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Bond was stunned. Too stunned to protest as he was flipped. To stunned to do anything but look up at the tempest that took control. Q drove into him and it was then, the new pressure, the new burn, that finally snapped him out of his shock.

"Oh, god, Q," he gasped, reaching to hold the man's arms. "You...you're in control..."

He wasn't sure how he felt about that, though he trusted the man to run him so he was sure he could find it in himself to be submissive now.

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Q only nodded then, finding his pace as he wrapped one hand around Bond's cock and began to pull him off.

"Don't- Don't touch me. I want you to h-hold onto the bedpost," he managed to say as his breath hitched and pleasure built. "Do it, double-o seven."

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Q was asking so much of him. Bond wondered if the man knew how much. But he obeyed- of course he obeyed. His hands reluctantly left the warmth of Q's skin and he grabbed the bed post, the act forcing him to stretch and arch a bit.

"Oh, fuck, you feel so good," he exhaled, then closed his eyes and gave himself up to it. A breath and a thought and he was totally Q's to do with as he pleased.

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He needed this. He needed to feel in control of something tonight, and Bond- Bond was so good to indulge him.

"I love you," he said as he began to fuck the double-o harder and faster. "I want you to come. I need to make you come, James."

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"Keep...keep on. With your hand. Like that," he gasped, almost choking on the words. He would have very much liked to buck into Q's grip, but he kept still, remaining passive. Q was rather good at this and Bond found the longer Q moved on him the easier it was to relinquish every vestige of control and simply enjoy himself. It was hard and fast and Q was at just the right angle to hit the sweet spot and Bond was sure it wouldn't take too much more to get him to pop off.

And then Q's grip was absolutely perfect and Bond groaned wantonly. "Please," he said. "God, Q, yes...please..."

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Q shifted his hips slightly, moaning as he forced himself not to come yet. To hold out just a little longer as his grip on Bond's cock tightened and his fist moved fasted.

He let out a deep groan, urging the double-o on with every thrust and every gasp.

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One thrust, another, that grip and tug and the sound of him...

Bond's head was swimming and then he came hard enough to make his vision go white. He cried out, come striping his belly and slicking Q's hand.

But he stayed just as he'd been told to- holding the bed, beautifully spread beneath the young man.

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That was all Q needed- He came hard, doubling over as he spilled deep within the other man, filling him and panting hard before practically crumpling atop him.

All that power and control was gone in an instant, and he let out a soft whimper as he embraced Bond and kissed him soundly.

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Bond held him, more out of reflex than any sort of defiance. He hadn't been told he could let go of the bed, he simply did it.

He gasped for breath, his chest heaving, and he held Q close. One hand glided up and down the ridges of his spine, the other cradled the back of his head.

"I am so dreadfully in love with you," he murmured. "More every single day..."

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Q didn't care that Bond had let go- Truth be told he wasn't much cop at giving orders in the bedroom. Though that didn't stop him from trying now and then.

"I hope I've no need to tell you that I feel very much the same, double-o seven," he said softly.

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"No need at all, Q," he said softly. Bond closed his eyes and took comfort in the weight of the man on him, and the smell of him, too. Q sent his senses reeling.

"Mmm," he purred softly. "That was...unexpected. And good. Very good."

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Carefully slipping free, Q settled in beside Bond. Though he never let go- not for a moment.

"I apologize if I took liberties I shouldn't have," he said softly. "I have to admit, I was slightly overtaken by my desires.

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"Not a bit, Q. I like that you really put your back into it," Bond smirked. He turned his head so he could kiss Q's unruly mop. "It took a bit for me to relax. I hope it was alright."