Q

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They were on the trail of an arms dealer who was proving to be ellusive. But Bond found his man at a resort in St. Croix and after making contact- where he'd pissed the man off even as he'd gotten a name- he then proceeded to seduce the man's girlfriend. Call it a back door. They went back to her villa and Bond snogged her a bit, working her up, then suggested strawberries and champagne and a shower, which she gladly agreed to. He placed the order as she slipped into the bathroom and out of her barely-there gown. As he spoke in broken French he downloaded the contents of the private laptop onto a stick for Q. The porter on the phone asked for how many the order was for and Bond said one...then abruptly left. He had what he'd come for.

In the car he patched into Q branch and set up his GPS. "I'm on my way to the landing strip, Q," he said, taking the island roads at breakneck speeds. "I'll meet Fleix on the flight and be back in London shortly for you to go over the information I've gotten."

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[quartermaster_q]

Q's eyes narrowed at that, but he said nothing. Perhaps he'd been foolishly expecting some kind of apology, or an acknowledgement that he'd been working harder than Bond over the past few days- though he honestly wasn't certain that was true. All he knew was that he felt stressed and wound tight, and nothing was making it better.

He poked at his food, eating as much as he could be bothered with, and tucking the leftovers away for later. He then proceeded to pace a bit, before growing restless and heading off to the spare room that served as a small office.

Thirty minutes later there was a series of new posts on his blog. Mostly photos, but a few animated gifs, all featuring his pyjama bottoms and the fact that he was wearing nothing underneath. ...Posts Bond would see right away if he hadn't yet turned off the alert Q had set up on his phone.

It felt good to blow off some steam, and when he returned to the living room, he seemed far less agitated as he scooped up Oberon and began to stroke him.

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Bond washed off the trip- mostly washing off the lingering feeling of the woman's touch on his skin. He didn't want to think of her nails or her eyes or the perfume of her hair. He was done...and realistically she's be dead the second her boyfriend found out she'd let bond into their villa.

Another body behind him.

He washed slowly, hoping Q might slip back in. Then he got out and shaved when the man made no appearance. As he nearly finished his mobile began to chime, one alert after another, and he picked it up. He had the sense to make the last couple passes and clean the lather off his face, then Bond emerged, towel round his waist and mobile in hand as he stalked through the flat to find Q.

"Busy little bee..."

[quartermaster_q]

Q shrugged one shoulder, letting Oberon wriggle his way free and watching as the fluffy white beast climbed to the top of his cat tree to lord over the living space.

"Mmm, I suppose," he said, his gaze lingering on the cat, then sliding over to Bond.

"The leftovers are in the fridge if you're still hungry," he added, putting his feet up on the clear acrylic coffee table as he spoke.

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Bond laid the phoen near Q's feet, just out of danger, then crawled onto the sofa with him. He looked down and tugged at the elastic of his pyjama bottoms before moving in close.

"Not hungry," he replied, studying Q's languid form.

[quartermaster_q]

Q pouted a little, squirming and smacking Bond's hand away.

"That show wasn't for you," he huffed. "It was for me."

Still, he could have shoved Bond away completely, but he didn't. He was still sulking, but his bad mood had mostly faded. He was no longer being cold- Just a touch aloof.

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The towel did very little to conceal Bond's growing arousal. He reached to take hold of Q's jaw to force the man to look at him.

"What have I done to make you so angry with me? I completed the mission. I brought back the target and the tech. I only killed three people. And I didn't sleep with her, Q..."

[quartermaster_q]

Q protested being forced to make eye-contact. What was he, a bloody mutt? And his nostrils flared slightly as he huffed.

"I'm not angry," he replied coolly. "I'd simply like an acknowledgement that I work just as hard as you, and my workdays aren't full of Martinis and half naked women. They're full of Tanner and M, and code."

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"Oh, is that it? You think I don't know what you do? How I'm aware at every moment that you're at your post at attention, fingers at the ready?" he asked, moving in closer to trace his lips against Q's jaw. "Do you think I don't appreciate how doors unlock for me without a word, how my GPS is always on point..." At Q's ear he paused and whispered in his ear. "I love knowing no matter where I am in the world...you're watching me on satellite. Never stopping. Never resting. My guardian angel..."

[quartermaster_q]

Q was only human, despite his best efforts to appear as something more evolved, and he melted slightly beneath the double-o.

"You've a strange way of showing it," he replied.

[0_0_7]

"I come home to you alive," he said, slowly backing away. "Sometimes that's the best it gets. But this mission...it wasn't so bad."

[quartermaster_q]

Q caught him before he could pull away completely, keeping him near.

"I know," Q said softly. "I know- I know sometimes you go through awful things. Terrible things... I'm not cross, I'm just exhausted and wide awake all at once. It makes me irritable," he admitted.

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Bond's towel tugged and came undone, though it stayed draped over his bum as he pushed forward against Q, pinning him to the sofa.

"I could help you work through that," he purred, then before Q could protest he captured the younger man's lips in a kiss that revealed his own need more than he would have liked. His own fears and his own gratitude for making it home just one more time.

[quartermaster_q]

Q didn't protest this time, surrendering to the kiss as he wrapped his arms around Bond to keep him close.

Bond was home, they were home, it was time to just enjoy that. They didn't have enough time together to waste it on petty fights and bruised egos.

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His tongue was eager as he tasted every corner of Q's mouth. Hands pushed under the man's pyjamas and Bond writhed agaisnt him, rutting shamelessly.

"I fucking missed you," he exhaled. I missed you so much.

[quartermaster_q]

"Good. You bloody well better always," he purred, that crisp and posh tone turning slightly velvet and filthy as he arched up against the other man.

[0_0_7]

"Christ, Q..." he groaned. Bond's mouth was on his neck, sucking marks that were colouring, but wouldn't quite leave livid marks. "I need you. I want you. I need you so much..."

[quartermaster_q]

"Not on the sofa," Q insisted. "let's be at least a little civilized and see if we can make it to bed."

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"What about the wall halfway there?" Bond asked, trying desperately to pull Q up while still kissing him.

[quartermaster_q]

"I don't think I can stay upright long enough for that," Q said, letting himself be pulled to his feet, then slumping against Bond.

He really was exhausted, yet far to wired and wound up to give into sleep.

[0_0_7]

he wrapped his arms around Q securely and kissed him again and again as he dragged him to the bedroom. Once there he laid Q out on the bed and began to strip him.

"The pictures you post drive me mad," he said softly. "The shape of your cock like this..." He emphasized his point by cupping him and pulling the fabric tight over his erection. "I don't deserve someone so sexy."

[quartermaster_q]

"Am I supposed to disagree with that?" Q teased, fighting back a yawn as he setted in on the soft mattress and thick comforter.

His glasses were already askew, and he pulled them off lazily before dropping them on the night stand. His hair was fluffed up and wild, and he made soft and sleepy noises as he let Bond undress him.

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Bond massaged his cock and balls a bit before undressing him, and the moment he was bare he had his mouth on him, tasting the clean skin, lapping at the head and taking a long lick up the shaft.

"Nnngh, fuck, Q," he murmured, then swallowed him down with a slow, lazy suck.

[quartermaster_q]

The younger man let out a deep moan, pulling the comforter tight around himself as his hips leisurely rolled up to meet the other man's lips.

"James," he groaned softly.

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Energy buzzed up and down his spine and he was eager for release. But with Q so drowsy it was impossible to want to rush through this, There was no frenzy, no speed, only slow sucking motion, gentle hands, and then he pulled away and looked up to see the bliss on Q's face.

"You know what I really want..." he said, then hiked Q's legs up so he could lave his tongue over the tight pucker that he knew would make Q weak and needy.

[quartermaster_q]

"Not fair," Q protested, letting out a little whimper as his toes curled and muscles twitched. "You can't... Not when I can't make you... When you've got the upper hand..." he babbled, the pleasure and lack of sleep making him a touch delirious.