Q

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After making the arrangements Bond had booked them on a flight, first class of course, and they jetted off to Japan. THey touched down in Kyoto and a driver took them directly to the exclusive "resort" that catered to a special clientele. On the surface it didn't look like anything out of the ordinary. Lovely traditional architecture and decor, traditional landscaping. Finely appointed rooms, courteous staff...

It was once they were in their room that the little specializations could be found. Secure eye-bolts in the ceiling beams and in the wall above the head of the bed. Rings were secured in the floor boards as well. There were ropes, too. Various lengths and all soft- some silk, some fine cotton, all natural. The art around the room were lovely paintings of figures in various positions of restraint.

"You seem to wonder if I do things because I like them or if it's only because you like them. I like the bondage. I like the control of it and the time. Shibari, as I've read, is art. It's time and intimacy. I'm so glad you agreed to come with me, Q," Bond said once they were alone.

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"Terribly so," Bond agreed, pulling Q's fingers to his lips so he could kiss them lightly. Then he let go, leaned back, and took up his tea again.

"I'm in charge until we leave the resort," he said. "We can go back to normal when we leave but while we're here, beginning when the tea is done, I'm in charge."

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"I thought you were always under the delusion you were in charge," Q teased, his tone mild and placid as ever. "I'm not sure if I'm disappointed or relieved to learn that isn't the case."

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"I'm quite aware of where I stand with you, Q," Bond noted calmly. Like any well trained dog he knew when to attack and when to heel. He didn't even need to be told when he was in charge, when Q was, and when it had to appear he was to protect Q as puppet-master.

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Perhaps that's why I believe you'll value this more than most might. The men I've dabbled with, they've always assumed that they could have power over me anywhere, at any time. Even Hex, as good a man, and as good a dom as he might be- He needs to care and control at all times. He needs order, he needs to feel sure of himself. ...But not you. At least not with me. Even when we first met, I spoke out of turn and you could have swatted me down and reminded me that you were the one with experience, that you were older, stronger, and arguably more knowledgeable- Yet you didn't. You simply reminded me of my place. Not beneath you, but in tangent."

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Bond poured himself a bit more tea and emptied the small ceramic pot into Q's cup.

"And," he said softly. "I love you."

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"You're not the first to love me Bond," Q replied without thinking, so stuck on his logic and reasoning that it took him a beat to realize words like that deserved something just as honest and raw in return.

"You are, however, the first man I have loved in return in a very long time," he added softly.

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The first statement was a slap in the face but Bond's ego was quickly soothed when Q said he was the first in a very long time to earn Q's love in return.

"Drink your tea," he said. "Unless there's more to discuss."

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"No, I believe that's it," Q replied, lifting his cup to his lips and finishing his tea off in a few long sips.

Once he was finished, he put down the cup and met Bond's gaze with his own.

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Bond finished his own and went to the phone so he could alert the sensei. There was an art to this that he was unpracticed in and needed to be shown. While he waited for the teacher to arrive he took Q's hand and lifted him to his feet.

"I'm going to undress you now," he said, deft fingers flying over buttons and loosening his tie. "Be still, now. And don't be shy when the sensei arrives."

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"Have you ever known me to be shy?" Q asked curiously, standing still and allowing Bond to strip him. "That's an honest question- Sometimes I wonder if you've noticed things about me that I'm unable to see myself."

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"Not shy, perhaps. Hesitant, maybe. Sometimes when Hex is with us and things get very...real...between us, and then you realize he's there, there's a moment when you turn inward, away from him," Bond said softly.

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Q faltered at the truth of that, hesitating a beat before wetting his lips and speaking up.

"There are some things that are just ours," he said, choosing his words carefully. "Things the world doesn't need to see. ...Things that could be used against us. The way I feel for you, the way you care about me... We both know it can be weaponized. Hex is a good man- But he's just a man. How much pressure do you think would have to be applied before he spilled everything he knows? I trust him, I trust him with our identities, with my body, to be in our home... But only because anyone could gain access to those things if they really wanted to. Our hearts, however- They need to be guarded."

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He thought about that for a moment and then nodded at the truth of it.

"Does that mean the sensei will be a distraction tonight?" he asked. "I want this to take us over...but if we need to hold back just that much of course we can. We should."

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"I think we're both gifted liars- We can have loving moments without the sensei knowing. ...But yes, it might be to our benefit to appear less emotionally attached than we are," Q admitted quietly. "Just while we're not alone."

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"Duly noted, love," Bond said, pausing his undressing so he could kiss Q while they were still alone, before the game really got underway. Just one show of pure, true affection, then he was back at it- making Q ready.

"Would you prefer I remain like this or would you rather I be in shirtsleeves?" he asked. "I want this to arouse you, too..."

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"I'd like it if you were shirtless. I don't think it's a secret that I enjoy looking at you," Q said, smiling faintly.

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"Mmm...you're going to have to earn that," Bond purred, leaning in for another kiss just as knuckled rapped gently at the bamboo and paper door.

"Come in," he replied, and in walked a man slightly older than bond, his black hair shot with silver, tied back at the nape of his neck. Bond had managed to get Q completely naked, but the sensei barely looked at him, only exchanging words with Bond and then taking up some rope.

What transpired then was a slow, sensual process of wrapping and tying Q into a body suit that fit quite like a corset. From there they moved to his wrists. Bonds hands hardly left Q's skin and it quickly became clear why Bond didn't want defiance. This was all to intricate for a partner who was unwilling.

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Q listened to every word their instructor said, but his gaze remained on Bond the whole time. He didn't struggle, and didn't speak- Though he did let out the occasional gasp as he adjusted to the feeling of being so completely bound.

It wasn't nearly as restrictive as he'd expected, but it was snug and secure. Like being squeezed, rather than strapped down. Though his focus remained almost exclusively on Bond still- Watching the man admire his own work.

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Bond was quite pleased with the way this was turning out and briefly thought ahead to the joy he'd get from setting Q free- slowly, one knot at a time.

"You look beautiful," he praised, his rough hand running over the lines of the harness. He was paying attention to the sensei's instruction but Q had the other ninety-nine percent of his attention.

More rope, more hands- Bond began to run rope around Q's waist and between his legs to emphasize his sex. Not to bind it or restrict, only to frame it and put it on offer. It was only when that task was done and those knots finished that there was the whisper of the door and a slight clack as it closed behind the sensei, leaving them alone.

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"It's strange, I feel more naked than before," Q confessed, moving closer to Bond and reaching to stroke the double-o's cheek.

"It's so peaceful here."

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"It is," Bond agreed, standing tall for a moemnt, then pulling away so he could peel off his suit coat. After a moment of thought he decided to remove his tie as well and open his collar. Q had certainly earned that much with his obedience and patience.

"But now that I have you made ready, what shall I do to you?" he murmured, circling Q and touching him quite possessively.

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Turning his head, Q tried to keep his eyes on the double-o as James prowled and circled him.

"Hadn't thought that far ahead?" Q asked. "How very like you," he teased gently, a faint smile playing on his lips as he spoke.

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"I never make plans too far in advance, Q...you know that. It only leads to upset when I have to make new plans on the go. No, better to have the bare bones and fill in how to get you from Point A-"

He ran his hand up Q's chest, over the ropes, then he grabbed them at the neck and pulled Q closer, roughly.

"-To Point B." And then he kissed him hungrily, holding back just a little bit, just enough that if anyone were to be watching they wouldn't think there was real love on the line.

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Q returned the kiss eagerly, trying to get closer and catching hold of Bond's arms to hold him tightly. The young quartermaster could submit, but there was still always a bossy edge to the way he held on and reacted to Bond's movements.

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He lingered in the kiss, tasting Q and letting the pleasure spike through him. He stiffened and swelled but before he could lose control Bond pulled away and caught hold of Q's arms so he could pull his wrists together and bind them. One locked to the other made the man just a bit more submissive. A bit more rope, done in a way he'd practiced, and Q would be wholly his own.

"Are you ready for just a little more, pet?" he asked.