Q - vacation part 2

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They had island hopped through the Caribbean and today found them on the small island of St. Vincent. White sand beaches, comfortable huts set on the water, palms swaying in the warm ocean breeze. Bond could not have asked for a better spot to relax. He had been swimming and emerged from the water, skin golden from the sun and water beading on his skin and running down in rivulets. He spied Q and smiled at him, walking to meet him.

"I think we should go to the marina and rent a boat," he said. "We could snorkel on the reef. It would be fun. What do you say?"

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Bond reached up and plunged his fingers into Q's unruly hair, dry from too much sun and too many showers. He pulled him close and cut off the protests with a deep kiss, one that was slow and sweet enough to make him ache. His body moved against Q's, rutting and squirming to get just that much closer.

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Moaning into the kiss, Q arched towards Bond and whimpered against his lips.

He clung to Bond, gripping him tightly and bucking against him in search of a little more friction and pleasure.

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Oh, this was so good. Q made it too easy. Once upon a time Bond had fucked his way through the world, finding beautiful women who could please him for a night and that he could discard in the morning. It had worked for his needs but he hadn't realized how empty it was, how hollow. Now that he had this, now that he had Q who knew him so terribly well it seemed to him he'd lived his life making one mistake after another. Now that he had Q- intimacy and love and acceptance- he felt right.

"I need you," he whispered against Q's lips. And then even softer he said, "It frightens me just how much I need you."

[quartermaster_q]

"Why?" Q asked quietly, ducking his head and nuzzling Bond's neck. "Why would you be frightened?"

Narrow fingers wandered over skin, moving lower until they were smoothing over Bond's thigh.

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"If you ever d-" he started, then cut himself off. Death wasn't the only option.

"If you were ever suddenly gone from my life I'd go mad," he said. "I've never had anyone like you in my life, Q and I am frightened of losing you."

He had lost so much, so many people. It wasn't beyond reason that his thoughts turned in that direction.

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"I'm not going to die. I'm not going to vanish. I'm right here, Bond. I'm here, and I've no intention of going anywhere," Q promised quietly. "If I'm taken, you'll find me. If someone tries to harm me, I'll get away. You know that. You've got me forever, James."

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It could only be the truth because it had come from Q. Bond did not believe Q would ever lie to him. It simply wasn't possible. The amount of faith he had in the younger man was epic and, if he thought about it, unfair. It wasn't that his faith was misplaced, only that Q was only human and Bond was zealous.

"Forever," he agreed, then kissed Q again with more passion, more hunger. His fingers worked in against Q's scalp roughly as Bond rolled him onto his back and worked himself between Q's thighs. He broke the kiss when he had to breathe but only found himself gasping kisses down Q's throat and over his collarbones.

[quartermaster_q]

Being with Bond- It was like no other relationship he'd ever been in. Bond was so blunt, so raw and real. For all the man spent most of his life dealing in shadows and lies, Q always felt as if he was seeing the man without masks or fronts.

He couldn't put into words how much that meant to him.

"I love you," he said. "I love you, James Bond. One day we're going to be finished with six and work, and we're going to run away to somewhere even more beautiful than here."

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The promise of a future was something that kept him going. He could follow M's orders regardless of what they were without hesitation when he had the knowledge that eventually he would have his reward.

"I love you," he replied, the simplest of truths. He believed Q never lied to him and in return he would never lie to him.

He had an overwhelming urge to taste Q and he stole one more kiss, sucking the man's tongue and moaning as he did, then he tore away and slid down his body, kissing the trail down his chest, over his belly, all the way to his cock.

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"Just imagine," Q murmured with a gasp. "Us, on some beach, with a beautiful home, and no reason to get out of bed or get dressed... No triggers to pull, no systems to hack-"

As if on queue, Bond's mobile began to buzz.

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Bond had just parted his lips and was mouthing Q's cock, letting the fantasy the man was spinning take root. A beach, a bed, no one to tear them apart...

The mobile's quiet buzz was as jarring as an electric shock. And Bond was too accustomed to responding to it. He groaned in disappointment but moved off Q to look at the screen.

"Taro," he said, sitting up. "Hello?"

"James...tell me you've concluded your business," the villain replied.

"I'm in the middle, actually. Waiting for a call back," he said.

"Tragic," Taro said. "Will there be any tearing you away? You and your pet?"

Bond looked at Q, flushed and hard and beautiful. The thought of Taro seeing him turned Bond's stomach.

"I've put him to bed," he said. "I try to keep business and pleasure separate."

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Q sat up, his erection wilting at the mention of Taro, and then moved closer to listen in.

"I see, I see-" Taro said quietly, sounding a touch nervous. "I understand you're not keen to share, I could tell at the club- I wasn't intending to ask that of you. In truth I've called because the business deal I told you about has fallen through. I thought, perhaps, we could talk- I have some merchandise I need to unload tonight, and I believe I can offer you a very good deal. You see- I have to leave tomorrow morning, I'll not be available for dinner after all."

Q frowned, then looked at Bond. "Running scared. No doubt hoping to sell to you so he can get out on the first flight," the quartermaster whispered.

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It didn't feel right but Bond had forced Taro's hand by murdering the buyer and his companion. He'd hoped they wouldn't be discovered quite so soon but one had to play the cards they were dealt.

"Of course we can meet, Taro," Bond said, rising from the bed and getting back to work. He'd actually spun this scenario as Q had slept, he just hadn't believed it would happen.

"I can come to your bungalow. I'm staying at the Royal Cove as well, actually," the man said. Bond peeked out the window and smiled to himself.

"That would be good. Give me fifteen minutes to clean up and lock up Tyler and then we can discuss business," Bond said.

Taro breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you James. I'll be over shortly."

Bond hung up and looked to Q.

"He's coming here. We need to get ready."

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"What's the plan?" Q asked, getting up and looking around as he tried to figure out how they'd make this work.

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"We'll secure the program and then I'll take care of Taro and his security," Bond said simply. If they didn't need the program then Bond would have simply taken them down. Instead, he moved to get dressed, putting on the suit he'd been wearing before. Then he moved guns to strategic locations. He'd surely be patted down, he couldn't be wearing one.

"I want you to stay in the bedroom," he said as he hurried in his preparations. "I need you in my ear, though..."

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"I'm not going to have eyes on you- I don't like that," Q protested, even as he pulled his pyjamas back on and reached for his laptop.

He was tense, and he flinched at the knock on their door.

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"Keep as quiet as you can," Bond said, then pulled the doors closed to the bedroom. He went to the door and there were three body guards, Taro, then two more guards. Bond assumed the last had been left with David.

"You've brought the whole party," he said, stepping back to let them in. One guard began to pat him down and Bond was glad he'd left the guns elsewhere.

"I can't be too careful, James," Taro said. "What I have is incredibly valuable.

"I'll be perfectly honest, Taro, I'm not all that computer savvy," Bond said casually, leading the group in to sit. He picked out a bottle of good vodka and poured some for both he and Taro. "You're going to have to explain to me what I'm buying."

He knew this would get the man talking and put him at ease. Bond truly wasn't concerned about Taro- he needed to get to a gun so he could take out the security team.

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"I'm trying to get into his computer, but I'm having a hard time," Q admitted with a frown. "Does it look as if he has the program with him?"

While Q spoke, the security team spread out around the room.

"It is a program that installs itself secretly onto any computer," Taro explained. "You can hide it in anything. A game, a photograph, a pdf... All they have to do is open the file and it will install and being rooting through all their data. Collecting everything they've done, every word they've typed, every site they visited- Passwords, contacts... One click, and it is all yours. Anti virus programs can't see it, it leaves no trail. It works, takes everything, then self destructs, leaving the system completely salvageable."

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"Remarkable," Bond said with wonder and awe. He was passable with technology and even he could see the tremendous value of such a program. And he understood too what kind of damage it could do.

"Do you have it? A USB, or a disc?" he asked.

Taro pulled out his phone. "It's on this," he said.

Bond smiled and pulled out his own phone.

"How fortunate, because my accounts are on this," he said. "This is a remarkable opportunity for me, Taro. How much are you asking?"

"Forty eight million," the man said. Bond didn't blink.

"Swiss account it is," he said. He punched an app to alert Q to give him banking information, then he sipped his vodka.

Taro leaned forward and watched Bond closely as the agent watched his phone. When it flashed a new screen Bond handed the device to Taro.

"Just enter your account number," he said. "The transfer will be immediate."

Taro began to punch in his account number for Q to capture and Bond got up to walk back to get more vodka.

"There," Taro said.

"It's done?" Bond asked, reaching for his gun.

"It's done," the villain replied.

And Bond opened fire, security first. He took out two before he was rushed. He got off two more rounds but they didn't kill the guards. Only wounded them. They got close enough that Bond had to fight hand to hand. The fifth guard grabbed Taro and began to usher him out. Bond took a shot and hit the mastermind in the leg, then another in the guard- a clean head shot.

The fight was fast and brutal, punches and gunshots both. Bond took a hit that made his teeth clack together and rattled his head, but he shook it off and gave the guard what for. The whole fray only lasted a minute and then Bond was surrounded by dead guards and Taro trying to crawl away.

"Do you want him dead or alive?" Bond asked Q, standing over Taro with his gun at the ready.

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Bond had told him to stay in the bedroom, but he came out now, moving to stand at Bond's side. The blood was everywhere, tainting what had been a beautiful holiday in a way that couldn't be undone.

Frowning, Q held out his hand- Silently asking for the gun.

He had no idea if Bond would let him take it, but he asked anyway. Though it was hard to tell if he wanted to take the shot himself, or if he was simply demanding Bond stand down.

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Bond looked at him, the question in his eyes even as he complied. The gun was heavy and hot as he passed it to Q.

"No, please," Taro begged. "Keep the program. Keep the money. I'll give you anything..."

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"We've got everything already," Q said calmly. "The program, the money- You."

He aimed the gun at Taro, then nodded at the man. "Get up," he demanded, his tone calm and disinterested as he spoke.

"I can't," Taro insisted.

"You can," Q assured him. "It's remarkable, really, the amount of pain the human body can withstand- Though you know all about that, I'm sure. How many times has David told you he can't take any more? ...How many times have you made him anyway?" he asked, not waiting for an answer before speaking again. "Get up, or the next bullet won't kill you, but will remove something I'm certain you're very fond of."

Taro was shaking, and he looked at Bond before slowly pulling himself to his feet.

"Real justice would be to sell you off to some lonely bastard who can barely get it without drawing blood first- But really, who'd waste their money on you, hmm?" Q asked. "You're just a sad old man. You have nothing. No money, no life, nowhere to turn. You are alone."

Taro was shaking, struggling to stay upright. "I have the boy. ...I have David. I'll always have David."

Q laughed at that, the sound bright and genuine, full of mirth. "No- No you don't, and you never will again."

He took the shot then, choosing to take out one of the man's knees, rather than kill him.

Taro fell, and Q gave Bond the gun back. "Let's go get David and then go home. I don't think I like it here anymore."

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Bond understood Q's desire for Taro to suffer but they were on a small island in a rented bungalow. The man couldn't be allowed to live. Bond took the gun and he fired three more shots to insure Taro's demise...but it would take some time. He would suffer greatly before the blood loss finally took him.

Bond retrieved another gun and followed Q out to go fetch David from the next bungalow over. He had no illusions of what his role was. As soon as Taro's final body guard opened the door, Bond put a bullet in his head.

"I'm sorry our holiday has gone pear shaped," he said, genuinely apologetic for that. "Let's find the boy."

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David was in the bedroom, naked and chained to the bed. Q found the keys an made quick work of setting him free though, helping him up and then setting about finding clothes for the boy to wear.

"Where's Taro?" the boy asked.

"Gone," Q replied softly. "For good, actually. You're going to come with us, alright? I have a friend who's going to meet us at the airport- He'd like to help you, if you're willing to go with him."

David seemed unsure, glancing nervously at Bond.

"James, why don't you go pack our bags and get the car ready while I get David packed?" Q suggested quietly.

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"Of course, Q," he replied, his own heart aching at the sight of the young man. He feared that David would never adjust to life beyond slavery. It had been all he'd known. But he wasn't about to voice that, or any of his other fears or doubts. He only made sure Q and David were safe and then he went back to bungalow seven.

"James," Taro gasped as he came back in. "James...help me." He coughed up blood and moaned in agony. Bond was quite content to let him suffer and went about the business of packing up the luggage and tech and loading the car.

"James, please don't leave me like this," Taro begged as Bond finished up.

"Why would you think I'd show you any mercy?" Bond asked. "You're reprehensible."

"You bastard! You can't just leave me like this! It's torture..."

"Hardly," Bond replied. "It's no more than you deserve."

But Bond did consider the rate at which the man was dying and he didn't want Taro to call for help or survive- that wouldn't do. So he shot him one more time, this time making sure he'd bleed out a bit faster.

And then he left to collect Q and David to take them to the airport.