Q

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It was a lazy Sunday but Bond was not particularly enjoying it. Every day was lazy these days. He hated being on medical leave. He understood, he did, he was hardly service ready when he couldn't remember anything more than a few years ago. He'd begun to get bits back, recalling the most odd snatches of things. Things from his childhood, from Eton, from the Navy. But it wasn't enough to get him working again.

He sat on the sofa with a glass of scotch and Q's tablet. He was going through the man's blog, looking at the pictures from last year. He was shameless about it, about enjoying the sight of the man he loved. Q was beautiful and Bond loved the different pictures.

He found one he particularly liked and he stopped to study it. Maybe Sunday wouldn't be a waste. He could enjoy his fiance.

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"We can start with your smoking indoors," Bond said, tsking softly. "you've got some cheek, lighting up right in front of me," he scolded.

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"You're right, I should share, shouldn't I?" Q replied, looking pleased with himself as he took a long drag and then held the cigarette out in offering.

He didn't play a part, not really- Games were fun, but beneath it all it was James he craved. The clothes, the words, they were just an excuse for them both to explore things. At least that was how Q saw it.

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Just looking at him, those sharp eyes and that quirk to his lips, the proud just of his chin...Bond fell in love with him all over again every time he saw Q. If the younger man knew how obscenely and completelyhe had control of Bond it may well destroy them both.

Bond took the cigarette and had a pull, his eyes locked on Q's.

"You really are too cocky for your own good," he chided.

[quartermaster_q]

"Mmm, and a dreadful influence," he added, gaze flickering to the cigarette as he slipped his glasses back on, then reached to take it back.

"Whatever will you do with me?" he asked, patting the seat beside him, in hopes that Bond would join him.

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"The multitude of things I could do with you..." Bond replied, then let the words hang as he settled in close, his hands on Q the second the cigarette was gone. "Do you honestly think I could teach you anything?"

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"Oh, I'm certain you could," Q replied, slipping off the arm of the couch to settle in Bond's lap instead.

He took another long pull off the lit cigarette then, exhaling before leaning in to whisper in Bond's ear.

"You're so very creative when you want to be."

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"I don't know how you expect me to think," he gasped, grabbing Q and pulling him tight to him. His fingers curled in the young man's hair, the other took hold of his tie, and he pulled Q in to kiss him hungrily, his tongue finding the taste of the cigarette and working hard to find the sweetness of Q's tongue.

[quartermaster_q]

Q moaned into the kiss, holding the cigarette away from them both as he deepened the kiss and clutched at Bond's shirt with his free hand.

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Bond loved how sexual Q was. How sensual. Kissing him made the rest of the world fall away until there was nothing but the two of them in this moment, a pinpoint of lust and perfection. He kissed Q until he was breathles, hard and aching with need. Then he broke away.

"Put the cigarette out," he ordered.

[quartermaster_q]

Q pouted, taking another long drag, then just one more, before reaching and putting it out in the large glass ashtray.

"Waste of a perfectly good cigarette," he tutted.

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"No complaints," Bond said, then he smirked and moved, grabbing Q to drag him down and lay him over his lap. A hand smoothed over the curve of his arse. "Of course, you've got nothing but attitude for me, I shouldn't be surorised..."

His hand came down with a dull smack, the pain softened by the fabric of his trousers.

[quartermaster_q]

On the couch it was easy to get comfortable, and Q stretched out lazily as he settled in.

"No complaints at all," he assured Bond, gasping a little at the light smack then smiling as he folded his arms beneath his head, looking very content.

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Bond rubbed the shape of him, obviously trying to puzzle out the shape of the pants Q was wearing. He continued withhis spanking, too, working up from slow swats to much harder smacks that would make him squirm.

"Maybe we do need to invest in a ruler. Or a good paddle..."

[quartermaster_q]

"Mmm, no, I like your hand," Q confessed, squirming in Bond's lap with a moan. "It's much more intimate- Especially when we're at home. Sometimes toys are far too fussy- They can create unwanted distance."

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The best thing about his hand, as opposed to a paddle, was that Bond never really stopped touching him. he'd spank him, one hard swat or even several, and then he was petting and kneading the supple flesh. His other hand moved up and down Q's back, toying with his hair and tugging it, then stroking the curve of his spine once again.

"You squirm too much," he scolded, though he clearly didn't mind a bit.

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"Do I?" Q asked with a smirk, squirming even more, and moving as though he was trying to crawl away.

"I'm sure you're mistaken."

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Bond grabbed the waist of his trousers and hauled him back into place, giving him another stern smack.

"How often do I make mistakes?" he smirked, then slouched and pulled Q until they were lined up to kiss him again. "Never. The answer is never."

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Q laughed softly, arms wrapping around Bond as he kissed the man soundly, nipping at his lips, then ducking his head to kiss his neck nd jaw.

"I love the taste of you, do you know that? Nothing in the world tastes as wonderful on my lips as you do."

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Even face to face he couldn't leave Q's arse alone, cupping the globes and pulling him close as he enjoyed every kiss.

"You're such a poet," he purred.

[quartermaster_q]

"Only when I speak of you," Q assured him.

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"We really need to have a talk about who seduces who," Bond groaned, his had tipped back for Q to kiss his neck and jaw as he pleased. The agent was utterly useless, soaking up every touch. Desire built in him but with Q on his lap, pinning him to the sofa, he was useless to do much but hold him and rut up a little to seek friction.

[quartermaster_q]

"Mmm, right, sorry," Q purred between kisses. "I can play hard to get, if you'd rather."

And just like that he pulled away, moving to settle in on the other side of the sofa, silently coaxing Bond into chasing him.

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Bond turned on him with one fluid motion, predatory grace personified. He caught Q's face and kissed him deeply, fingers pushing into his hair while he used his own weight to push the man into the sofa.

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It honestly took the young quartermaster a moment to remember he was supposed to be playing hard to get- And though he melted into the kiss at first, he did eventually try and pull away, protesting quietly- Even though his noticeable erection and flushed cheeks made it very clear he was keen for more.

It was impossible to really pretend he didn't want Bond.

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Q did his best to fight Bond off and the man backed away, a wolfish smile on his lips.

"Are you going to make me carry you to the bedroom like a caveman? Or do you envision us snogging on the sofa until we go mad?" he asked.