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Q

Their holiday had been anything but relaxing. Oh, they'd put in a good effort but the universe had conspired against them, first in Florida, then on the island. There was always work to be done. And now that they were back it seemed MI6 was determined to make them make up for all they'd missed.

However, on their vacation Bond had finally come to realize he did have an interest in learning about Q's proclivities. He wanted to know what was good about the 'scene'. He wanted to understand. And so Q had called Hex and had made arrangements. The young nurse was a bit nervous and swore he was no great teacher, but had ultimately agreed to allow Bond to join them. They set a time and at that night nine o'clock found them all in a private room at Hitch. Neither Bodn nor Q wore the dress code clothing, but Hex did. He came in heavy boots, a jock and chaps and a harness under his leather jacket. They made polite conversation a bit and then things became more serious.

"What do you want to learn?" he asked Bond.

"Everything," the older agent replied. "I want to know what he likes. I want to learn what I'd enjoy...why do you like it?"

Hex was quiet for a minute. Then he smiled. "I like the control," he said. "I like having his trust, I like being in control of him and of myself. It's not really even about sex. Not with Q, it's not. It's about...it's about feeling alive."

"Show me," Bond said, then he took a seat in the corner.

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The plug was just the perfect size to stretch him a bit, to make him feel full. As soon as it was seated in Q Hex took the elastic and wrapped it around the man's balls, cruelly constricting them. They turned dark, the skin tight and shiny. Hex toyed with them a bit, bouncing them and squeezing them as they grew more and more sensitive.

Bond watched Q's face as pleasure and pain blended together and became indistinguishable. Hex took the paddle then and began to really work Q over, beating him slowly at first, then harder and gradually faster.

And then the paddle stopped and a hand smoothed over Q's rosy cheek. Hex looked at Bond as he touched the younger man and stepped just a bit out of the way. He said nothing, neither did Bond, but a moment later there were four hands on Q.

Q's eyes snapped open in surprise, and it took him a moment to realize that Bond was joining in.

"James," he gasped, twisting a bit in an attempt to see the other man.

His gaze flickered to Hex then, silently questioning what was happening.

"Take hold of him here," Hex said softly, guiding Bond's hand to a bound arm to pull Q into a bit more of an awkward position. "And take that hand and keep spanking him. Don't let up now..."

Hex rubbed Q's back as Bond took over, holding him in place and spanking his raw ass with a bare hand.

"You're in control," Hex continued. "He's completely at your mercy...you have all the power. But you can't be a bastard. It's a responsibility. If you hurt him badly, if he doesn't have a good time then you're a bad dom, yeah?"

Bond stopped spanking him and instead took hold of Q's balls, tight and constricted as they were, and he teased them wordlessly. He didn't need to speak, Hex was talking enough- telling him how to touch, when to be rough and when to be gentle, just how to do it properly...

"...And he'll tell you if he needs to stop. Otherwise keep on. Don't let up on him. Part of being in charge is pushing the limit. Taking it farther than you think he's able. As far as you're able."

Bond proved to be a very quick study.

Q squirmed and panted, crying out and twisting in his bonds and whimpering as Bond teased and tormented him.

"Please," he panted. "Bond, please... Hex. Fuck," he swore softly, hard and desperate. He was sure he'd never been this aroused before in his life.

Hex backed away a bit and looked from Bond to Q and back.

"I never go farther than this," he said. "If you want to fuck him I can leave."

Bond hesitated for a moment and then shook his head.

"No, I want to learn to do this properly," he said.

"Sometimes proper means getting off," Hex said. "Or you could..."

He moved closer again and carefully slipped the elastic off Q's balls.

"Or you could keep on til he comes..."

Bond nodded and began to paddle the backs of Q's shaking thighs with on hand while milking his cock with the other. He watched as Hex moved in front of Q, taking hold of his hair and rubbing the leather clad ridge of his erection against the man's lips to keep him submissive.

Q couldn't think, couldn't do anything but whimper against Hex's leather covered cock, and buck into Bond's hand, panting and sobbing as pleasure and pain built up, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"I can't... James... Hex... Please, please..."

He wasn't even sure what he was begging for, but a moment later he was coming hard, his whole body shaking as he went limp in his bond's and let the pleasure crash over him.

Hex caught Bond's attention and gestured for him keep on, just a bit more. Just until Q was utterly spent.

"Now's the important part," he said. "That was quite a bit for him to take so now you have to take care of him until he comes back to himself. Help me get him untied, then you can hold him, yeah?" Hex said. And Bond could tell from his tone and the sincerity in his eyes that he wasn't having fun with him. To Hex this really was the most important part.

Working together they freed Q and then Bond gathered him up as Hex got a cloth to clean him up.

"You did so well, love," Hex said as he cleaned the come off Q's skin. "You went places that time. You did so well..."

Bond soaked it all uo. The tone. The gentle touch. Every soft word of care and praise. If he didn't know better he'd think Hex loved Q, but he knew that wasn't true. The man just honestly cared.

"You did wonderfully, Q," Bond said then, pressing a kiss to Q's temple. "Thank you."

Q settled against Bond, still trembling a little as he let himself come down.

Silently, he reached out and stroked Hex's cheek, wanting the man to know he was thankful for this. All of this. Hex really was something special. As eager as Q was to have Bond enjoy this, he didn't want to stop playing with Hex. He genuinely enjoyed the other man, as a playmate and a friend.

"You joined in," he said after a moment, looking at Bond. "I can't believe you joined in."

"How could I resist?" Bond asked. He held Q tenderly and pressed for nothing, but he was so hard he ached, so aroused his balls were throbbing as they demanded release.

Hex got on his knees and moved in close, gently touching Q and smiling at him.

"He's a good one, yeah? He'll get the hang of it." Then Hex looked at Bond and said, "Tonight was an easy one. Sometimes...sometimes he really wants to hurt. And you can't shy away from that. Don't jump right into it, though. You need to be prepared in the head for that sort of thing."

Bond only then realized that this was more of a mind game than he'd initially thought. He wasn't a fan of psychology and yet it seemed he was going to be delving into his inner thoughts if he intended to go on with this.

"I'll need more lessons," he said then and Hex smiled.

"I'm happy to see you two whenever you like."

"You're a good man, Hex," Q smiled, playfully nudging the man's shoulder with his foot as he leaned back against Bond.

"You should bring your boyfriend next time, maybe if he sees how good it can be, he'll give it a go," Q suggested. "What's his name again? Spencer, isn't it? You should bring him, we'd like that, wouldn't we, James?"

"I'm not sure he'd be in for a group for his first time," Hex replied. "But it's a kind offer. Maybe someday. Maybe," he added, though his smile faded a bit as he spoke. Bond could see trouble there but didn't feel it was his place to comment.

"I wouldn't mind," Bond said simply, then he ducked down to find Q's lips to kiss him slowly. He tasted his lips and his tongue, then smiled. He'd been so averse to this and he'd found it actually was quite arousing, done this way. His cock pressed hard into Q's hip as the man sat in his lap.

Hex hung out a bit longer, petting Q and soothing him, then he smoothed the man's hair back and kissed his forehead. "I'm going to go, leave you two to it. Take care of him, James. See him home safely."

"Thank you, Hex," Bond said with some measure of fondness for the young nurse. He watched as Hex straightened himself and then made his way out of the room.

"I think I'd like to give this another go," he said then. "Not just now. I don't mean...I just mean I...I'm beginning to understand, Q."

Q nodded a bit, squirming a little in Bond's lap and deliberately wriggling against the other man's erection.

"I think you'd like it- Both sides, I mean. I'm not certain I'll ever be much of a dom, but- I think you;d find peace in submission as well," he said, turning his head slightly and kissing his way along Bond's jaw.

Bond tipped his head to allow Q's lips, delighting in how affectionate the man was being just now. He held Q, hs fingers drawing idle lines and circles against his bare skin.

"I'm not certain I'd ever really submit," he replied softly, his mind immediately going to several past incidents, the most visceral being his encounter with Le Chiffre. Even Q's kisses couldn't keep him from shuddering at the memory.

"Then I will never ask," Q promised softly," nuzzling Bond's neck and then settling against him again.

"Thank you for this. It means more to me than I know how to express."

"It was not what I'd imagined it to be. He took such care...I've never thought of pain being dealt by a loving hand," Bond said as he held Q and took comfort from the younger man's proximity. He wasn't even aware of the fact that he needed this as much as Q did. He needed to know he hadn't ruined what they shared.

"Hex is a good man. A good dom," Q smiled. "Do you want to stay a while longer, or would you like to go home now?"

"Whenever you're ready. Take your time," Bond replied, stroking Q's back lightly. "How long does this usually take? Afterward?"

It was a testament to how open he was to it that he asked such things without embarrassment or hesitation. He truly was eager to learn everything.

"It depends. Tonight was fairly gentle, and there wasn't much humiliation or pain. I feel like myself again already, really. Sometimes though- Sometimes it can take hours before I'm back in my head again. I didn't think you were ready to see anything like that though," Q admitted.

"Perhaps I should thank you for going easy on me my first time," Bond said warmly, glad for the opportunity to pull Q just that much closer.

Q laughed softly, nipping at Bond's jaw, then slipping his arms around the other man to hold him tight.

"I love you. I love these moments with you. I love when we can simply enjoy one another."

Bond breathed him in and reveled in the warmth of Q's skin where it pressed against him. But his fingers on Q's back touched quickly cooling flesh.

"I love you, too," Bond said softly. He was weakened by his need for moments just like this, being held, kissing softly, letting time pass without worry or thought. This was exactly the sort of thing that kept him coming home to Q. The thought of the man's arms around him kept him alive it seemed.

Q shifted in Bond's lap then, rocking back against the man's erection.

"I want you," he said softly. Though that wasn't exactly true- What he wanted was to offer Bond pleasure. What he wanted was to help Bond let go.

Bond groaned low and wanton as Q gave him the friction he craved. His skin flushed hot and then cold and he clawed at the younger man to hold him.

"Here?" he asked. He found he was rather eager to hear Q say yes. He really didn't want to suffer through a drive home.

"Yes," Q purred. "Here. Now. I want to feel you come undone, Bond. I want you to feel as good as I do right now."

He kissed him then, hungry and eager. Holding Q on his lap to taste him did neither of them any good, though.

"You...should get up. So I can take off my..." he stammered between kisses. He knew what he needed to do, the problem was that he couldn't seem to let Q go long enough to manage to get out of his clothes.

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