Q - Valentine's

[0_0_7]

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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[quartermaster_q]

Q was quiet for a moment, unable to consider the scenario without thinking of Terrance, and how it had felt to be completely trapped. ...It hadn't been an enjoyable experience.

His gaze flickered to Bond though, and he wet his lips thoughtfully. It would be different with Bond. Safer. Less jarring and oppressive. With Bond it could be enjoyable.

"It's something we could negotiate, I think."

[0_0_7]

Bond sighed softly, unaware that he'd been holding his breath in anticipation of Q's answer.

"We'll do just that," he agreed, then began o caress and kiss the bound man, moving around him and enjoying him like this, helpless and willing.

"But tonight we're not negotiating anything," he murmured as he pulled Q to the chair he'd been in. Bond sat down and pulledQ into his lap so he straddled the agent's legs. It allowed Bond to reach around an enjoy the shape of his bare arse.

[quartermaster_q]

Shifting and squirming, Q moved until he was settled in, then leaned into Bond, ducking to kiss the man's shoulder and neck.

"I love you," he murmured, the words hot against Bond's throat as Q ground down into the man's lap. "I adore you. Every part of you, ever inch, every aspect. I love it all- I love all of you, James."

[0_0_7]

He moved a bit, reaching between them to take hold of Q's cock and his own, stroking them together. At the same time he gave the man a seat, hard enough to draw a gasp.

"Needy little shit," he scolded softly.

[quartermaster_q]

"I'm needy? You're just as hard as I am," Q countered, rocking into Bond's palm as he spoke.

[0_0_7]

"How could I not be? You should see yourself," he replied, framing his neck and tilting his head so he could claim Q's mouth.

[quartermaster_q]

Q moaned into the kiss, rocking forward again and parting his lips in invitation as he rutted against Bond.

[0_0_7]

He could feel Q's bound arms against his chest and taste the sweetness of his tongue...but it was more than that. It was everything all together, breath and scent and weight and heat and taste and sound...

It was all too intoxicating.

"Get up. Get the lube. I want you to ride me in this chair like this," he said quietly, strangely calm.

[quartermaster_q]

Q huffed in protest, reluctant to move, but eventually got up to do as he was told.

The rope was still around his neck, limiting his movement and making it near impossible to get the cupboards open. It was enough to draw an annoyed sound from the young quartermaster as he fought with the door and then grumpily dropped the lube at Bond's feet.

"You could have helped," he sulked.

[0_0_7]

"And ruin the floor show?" he smirked. Leaning over, he took the lube and slicked his cock, then grinned wolfishly at Q. He wondered just how much humiliation the man could take.

"Turn around. Spread your legs and bend over," he said firmly.

[quartermaster_q]

Q narrowed his eyes, finally pushing back- Just to see what Bond would do.

"Absolutely not," he said crisply.

[0_0_7]

That earned Q a swift slap against his arm, then Bond grabbed his bound arms and pulled. He rose to his feet as he did.

"Did I give you a choice or did I give you an order?" he asked harshly.

[quartermaster_q]

Q didn't speak, but as he raised a brow it was obvious he was feeling a bit smug about something.

Even bound, he was a proud looking man, and he barely reacted to Bond's tone- After all, this was all part of the game. What fun was submission without a touch of defiance? Just a little though, Q rarely pushed whoever was dominating him too far.

[0_0_7]

Bond plunged his fingers into the other man's unruly mop of dark hair and pulled him to attention.

"Wipe that look off your face, pup," he said, his tone warning enough.

[quartermaster_q]

HQ let out a hiss at the pull on his hair, but offered no other sign of distress. He knew exactly what look Bond meant, he wore it fairly often, and he let it linger just a little longer.

"What look?" he asked innocently, his features finally relaxing.

[0_0_7]

"Oh, you ass," he hissed, giving Q's head a shake before letting him go. Then he grabbed him and manhandled him to the bed and shoved him face down.

"Spread," he ordered.

[quartermaster_q]

Q huffed, trying to turn over, wiggling until he could push himself up slightly.

"Don't be rude about it. You could ask nicely you know," he huffed, his pride slightly bruised as he attempted to assert himself a little. "You may not have much experience with this sort of thing, but you're a natural at being a bossy bastard," he muttered.

[0_0_7]

That made him laugh, caught off guard for the moment.

"Don't be put out, darling," he said with a teasing huff of a laugh.

[quartermaster_q]

Huffing again, Q managed to turn over, laying on his back as he studied the other man.

"Don't 'darling' me, double-o seven," he sulked.

[0_0_7]

Bond put on a pout, mocking him for just a moment...but then he crawled into the bed on top of Q. He leaned in and kissed him.

"Don't double o seven me," he countered.

[quartermaster_q]

Q huffed again, but seemed to sulk a little less as he relaxed beneath Bond.

"Fine," he agreed. "I don't want to be tied this way any more though, my arms are getting stiff."

[0_0_7]

"Just like that? You want it and expect me to do it? No...what are you going to do for me first?" he asked slyly.

[quartermaster_q]

Q didn't even hesitate, he simply tipped his head back and parted his lips in offering. It came so naturally that it was obvious this wasn't the first time Q had bartered like this- That this was a common part of the game for him. Something he enjoyed.

His eyes were bright and sharp, and they remained locked on Bond- Both inviting the man and challenging him.

[0_0_7]

Bond reached down to trace the shape of Q's bottom lip.

"Fuck me," he said under his breath. "This is so natural for you. You're lucky I have some control. Looking at you like this...I could come just looking at you..."

[quartermaster_q]

"Better not," Q replied, growling playfully before catching Bond's thumb between his teeth.