Q - Valentine's

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The reservations had been made weeks in advance and Bond took the liberty of picking out Q's clothes for him. There were roses on the table, champagne chilled and waiting, and a decadent meal created by one of the top chef's in London. The lights were low and the restaurant quiet but for a violin.

Bond sat across from Q, his eyes sparkling as he sat mesmerized by how deeply and truly he loved this man. He still hadn't returned to work but Bon dhad found he was quite enjoying throwing himself into building a relationship. he'd never really done that before. Everything for him had always moved so quickly- he grabbed onto women in case he might die tomorrow- so having the luxury of time was a blessing.

"Oh, here's the food," he said as the waiter arrived and broke his reverie.

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"You're not terribly forthcoming, are you?" Bond replied. He leaned forward, bending a little, and his hands skimmed down Q's torso. One remained on his belly but the other fondled his cock slowly.

"It's not as if I'm asking for national secrets...though it is nice to know you keep my childhood as secure as the launch codes," he purred in Q's ear.

[quartermaster_q]

"You didn't think I'd protect every last part of you with my dying breath?" Q asked with a soft gasp. "You're a fool if you think I'd let anyone get too close to you."

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Bond turned his head so he could brush his lips against Q's neck, his breath hot as it feathered over his skin.

"My guardian angel," he whispered. "I owe you my life..."

[quartermaster_q]

Q tilted his head, offering Bond more skin, even though the action caused the rope to rub against his sensitive skin.

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He indulged in the pleasure of kissing him, breathing him in. Bond fondled his cock and thighs and belly and then his hand rose up and up until he could palm Q's throat.

"I should truss you up more often...I like you like this," he said, smiling darkly.

[quartermaster_q]

"You like the illusion of control," Q countered with a smirk, lips curling up slightly as he swallowed gently beneath Bond's palm.

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"It's hardly an illusion," he chuckled. "Move your arms and you'll strangle yourself. How much more controlled could you be?"

It didn't enter his mind for a moment that all Q had to do was say he was done and the agent would free him. Though it was true it wasn't part of this fantasy.

[quartermaster_q]

"You don't think I have control here, double-o seven?" Q asked, deliberately slipping into that familiar tone of his- The one that so often guided Bond home from the depths of hell.

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It was magical the way something as simple as a crisp tone and an even vowel could control Bond. His back tensed and he stood a bit more at attention, primed to take orders. The true magic of it was that he was hardly aware of it at all.

"You're not supposed to," he said, sounding just a bit childish for reasons he didn't understand.

[quartermaster_q]

Q smiled softly, squirming a little, then going still.

"Then I suppose I'm mistaken. I'm your captive, James."

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James. The sound of it poured over his skin like water, making his knees weak and his back supple. He was helpless when he heard it and he found all he could do in the moment was capture Q's face to tip it up so he could kiss him eagerly. So much for the game. Bond was Q's captive in every way possible.

[quartermaster_q]

The young Quartermaster was happy to return the kiss, chasing Bond's lips with his own- At least as much as his bonds would allow.

He was certain he'd never be able to put into words what pure perfection Bond's kiss was.

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The kiss intensified and deepened and Bond pushed for more and more until he tore himself away, breathless and tense.

"I'm shit at these games," he admitted. "I want you too much to play like this..."

[quartermaster_q]

"So have me- Just have me like this," Q offered, squirming carefully as he studied Bond.

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Bond growled low in his throat at the very thought of it, of having Q bound and bare...

He moved to him again and with careful but sure hands he pulled the man to his feet. Not for long, though- he spun Q and reached for the chair, then pushed the young man over the back of it. There was a moment where the rope tightened quite a bit but as soon as Q had his arms right the tension relaxed and he was fine. And Bond...Bond was busy admiring the pale curve of his arse.

"Oh," he sighed. "This is..."

His hand smoothed over the curve and then he gave Q a smack just because he knew he could.

[quartermaster_q]

It wasn't comfortable, but Q found that comfort was often overrated in the bedroom.

Gasping at the smack, his fingers curled helplessly, and he wet his lips before speaking.

"do you think I'll ever have you this way?" he asked curiously. "Bound, helpless... Completely mine?"

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"I'll never say never, but..." he replied, not finishing. Certainly not saying no but clearly too reluctant to say yes. Being that vulnerable, even with Q, it would be a miracle if Bond ever let his guard down enough to enjoy something like that.

But there was always the fantasy of it, and that...that he could indulge in.

"Would you like it?" he asked, hand rubbing and spanking and spreading Q's thighs so he could reach between. "Would you like to have the upper hand? Me at your mercy?"

[quartermaster_q]

"It would certainly be interesting," Q gasped, rocking back a little, then whimpering softly. "I don't know- Perhaps. Possibly..."

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"What would you do? Would you make me crawl? Would you have me weak and begging?" he purred, licking a stripe up his back as he found Q's balls and fondled him slowly. "Would you fuck me, Q? Would you make me desperate for your cock?"

He was just taunting him, but there was a hungry edge to his question. They might not do it often but Bond truly enjoyed when Q filled him. It flipped everything upside down, but not in any way that made Bond balk. He quite enjoyed it.

[quartermaster_q]

"Yes- Shit, yes... If you want. If you let me. If you'd love it..." Q babbled, struggling to take in what Bond was saying as he squirmed and panted softly.

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"Oh," he exhaled, "I'd love it. I think of you. Your fingers in my hair. The feel of your body between my knees. Your mouth. Your cock. God, your cock," he groaned. Bond pressed kisses against Q's back and then his hands were fussing with the silk rope to untie the knot. He was easily caught up in thinking of Q having him and regardless of what happened he knew he needed the man's hands on him.

[quartermaster_q]

The rope fell away, and Q did his best not to react. He had to keep reminding himself that this was new to Bond still. It was likely James had no idea that being unbound so suddenly felt like being jerked out of the moment- That it left him feeling as there was no floor beneath him as he was jolted into something else.

He held the chair tightly, letting out a gasp as he calmed himself.

"I wish you wouldn't do that. I wish you'd say something before you untie me, or at least offer some soft of silent warning. I don't think you realize how jarring it is when I'm submitting to you, to suddenly be free."

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"You're hardly free," Bond said, low and dangerous. Strong hnds wrapped around Q and pulled him up and back. The rope was still looped around his throat though it dangled down his sides. bond palmed his thraot an pulledhis head back to his own shoulder.

"I'm never letting you go," he said and in that moment it sounded dangerous, like a threat. His teeth raked against Q's neck and his fingers dug in. "If you like the rope I'll tie a new knot, but not like that one. Something easier to fuck you in..."

[quartermaster_q]

Feeling dragged back into it was just as jarring as the feeling of being pushed out, and when Q whimpered and cried out, it was genuine. However, after taking several slow breaths, Q eventually calmed down.

”I'm sorry. I don't need anything but you, ” he insisted, feeling a fool for reacting so poorly.

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Bond moved his lips to Q's ear and whispered-

"Say that again. Say that again so I know you mean it."