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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[quartermaster_q]

"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.

[quartermaster_q]

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.

[quartermaster_q]

"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.

[quartermaster_q]

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.

[quartermaster_q]

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.

[quartermaster_q]

The younger man bristled just a bit when Bond called him 'pet', but nodded his agreement. Testing his bonds, he studied the double-o with dark and sultry eyes as he nodded.

"What do you have in mind?" he asked curiously, keeping close to Bond as he spoke.

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Bond noted the tension in Q's hackles and resolved to never call him pet again. He'd meant it affectionately but it clearly hadn't been taken that way...

"I was going to actually restrain you and then have a bit of fun. Fun for me, maybe not fun for you. But that's not the point, is it? You're here for my pleasure."

Others might deliver those words with malice, but not Bond. Q was there for Bond's pleasure, yes, but what truly gave Bond pleasure was Q's release. This would be fun for both of them.

[quartermaster_q]

"That's true, you're in charge here- I'm all yours for now," Q assured him, holding out his bound hands in offering to the other man.

"I trust you, James. Completely."

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He began to bind him then, a careful and sensible ladder formation of knots and steps that bound his forearms into a sleeve.

"You are everything I could have asked for. Everything I could have ever wanted," he said softly as he secured him and then began to kiss him. Mouth first, but then cheek and neck, shoulders, and all the rest of the bare skin between ropes.

[quartermaster_q]

Q remained still and passive, lifting his chin to allow James more room.

"Is this what you wanted me bound for? Kisses and praise?" he asked softly, offering a faint, but genuine smile. "I feel positively pampered right now, James. You're terribly kind and sweet."

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"You've given me no reason to be anything other than kind," he said. "You're so obedient, so perfectly obliging. You make it easy to worship you. But test me and you'll see another side. Test me if you can't stand being pampered."

[quartermaster_q]

"I promised you obedience tonight," Q reminded him. "I can be good when it suits me, James. ...And positively wicked when it doesn't."

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"Mmm...you are delicious when you're wicked," Bond purred, seeking another kiss. He pulled Q along through the segments of the room, through another sliding door to where the platform bed lay low before them.

[quartermaster_q]

Q followed at a steady pace, wanting Bond to see just how well behaved he could be when the man wanted him to be.

"I'm delicious always," Q argued lightly. "As are you double-o seven."

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Over the bed Bond reached up to find the tail of a rope so he could lift Q's arms in their sleeve up over his head where he carefully tied him in place.

"I know how well you take pain. I know how much you like it. But what about pleasure, Q? What if I only make you feel good?" he asked, then began to kiss tender areas like the insides of his arms, the curve of his underarms, and the softness of his ribs.

[quartermaster_q]

Q squirmed a little, pulling on the rope just to test it.

"Is that what you want?" Q asked. "That's all I want tonight- To give you what you want. Anything you desire."

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"I want to make you dizzy with pleasure," Bond said. "I want you weak and needy, desperate for me. I want to take you to another level, Q. I know it won't be the same as pain. Nothing takes you where pain does..."

His words were slow and soft, coming between kisses that were less than kisses and more a hot press of lips with warm breath and a flickering tongue. His hands roamed Q's skin and found his cock, caressing him and pulling to make him moan.

[quartermaster_q]

Q moaned softly, bucking into Bond's palm eagerly.

"I don't need pain tonight," he assured the other man with a quiet groan of pleasure. "I just need you, Bond. Your hands, your lips..."

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"I've never made you wait, have I?" Bond replied. "I'm too eager myself, always in such a rush to get off...but tonight I think I will. How close can I get you, Q? How many times? I think your orgasm will be mine. Under my control. Only when I say..."

His hand moved faster, pulling Q closer to release. Not enough to actually get him there, but certainly enough to make pleasure spike in the man.

[quartermaster_q]

Q whimpered, bucking into Bond's hand again as he tugged on the ropes.

"I don't like waiting. I want it now," he panted, trying to seduce Bond with his words. "I want you... Don't deny me. Don't be cruel..."