Q

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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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Q pulled him down and silenced him with a kiss. His cock jerked and twitched, but he knew he couldn't come again- it was too soon. Still, the thrum of pleasure was perfect, and he clenched hard around Bond's cock, as if his body itself was urging the double-o to find his own release.

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Bond's whole body moved and what had been funny before, sticking to the mattress, now worked to his advantage. He planted his knee and it stuck there and he used it for leverage to writhe and thrust as he kissed Q hungrily. His pace grew faster, erratic, and before he could control himself he was puling his release whith a groan and a whimper. Bond gradually stilled, then suddenly shivered.

"You kill me," he said softly.

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"You make me feel alive," Q countered softly.

It felt as though they laid their for hours, but it wasn't really so long after that Q managed to get up and clean himself up.

"Should I call for a car to come get us, or are you feeling up to driving us home?" Q asked, assuming they'd retire to one of their flats for the night, since it was rare they slept apart now.

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He was reluctant to move but it was unrealistic to stay laying on the uncomfortable bed. He cleaned up and was pulling on his trousers when Q asked.

"I'll drive," he said. "We'll go to yours so Oberon doesn't get lonely."

There was just a bit of cheek to that- Ever since Q had showed him the enormous piece ofcfurniture he'd planned for the cat's Christmas present Bond couldn't help but tease him a bit.

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Q gave him a look, but didn't argue. Oberon did get lonely, actually. Q watched him from his office in Q branch sometimes, and the cat often lay near the door, waiting for Q to return. Sometimes he simply wandered the flat, meowing loudly as he searched for his owner.

"Just admit it, Bond, you like when he sleeps beside you," he smirked as he pulled on his coat.

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Bond would admit nothing of the sort- though he did enjoy petting the cat. And when it deigned to rub against his leg and show him some affection without prompting.

"How does this work now? Do we just leave? Is there a check out?" he asked, following Q's lead as they left.

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"I have an account here. They'll simply bill me," Q replied leading the way out and nodding to the girl behind the desk as they left. "You don't need one though."

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Bond wondered how one went about getting an account at a place like this- just what went into that? What sort of paper work, and did Health and Safety have a say? These were the thoughts hat plagued him as he escorted Q out and drove off into the night feeling more relaxed than he normally did.